The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1022

Chapter 1022: An Informed Choice

"...Huh?"

Ollie blinked, completely lost, while Kyle kept his eyes on the path ahead.

"It’s very presumptuous of me," he admitted calmly. "And probably not romantic at all. But right now, I want to show you the present version of Kyle Nox."

Ollie’s hands, which had been reaching for the tablets placed on his lap, stopped midair.

He looked at him.

Really looked at him.

"...What?"

"You’re not the only one who wants a deeper connection."

Gasp!

"But I already have a feeling about what will happen once we cross that bridge."

"You do?"

Kyle nodded.

With the kind of bond they already had, it wouldn’t be a simple step forward. More than simply progressing the nature of their relationship, it would likely call forth the very worries his little star had about spiritual bonds and everything that came with them.

And while there were many things he was pretty sure he was fine going through, this wasn’t one of those things. Kyle didn’t want that kind of anxiety for his partner or for their relationship.

"Don’t get me wrong," he continued. "I want to cross that bridge with you. But precisely because I can tell what would happen, I’m duty-bound to make sure that you’re also making an informed choice."

This was the least the youngest Nox could do to instill reassurance.

Ollie stared at him, clearly taken aback.

"So tonight," Kyle said, finally turning to face him fully, "I’m here to make my case."

He could have waited for a more opportune time.

Maybe for something more romantic.

A better setting.

Or something he would consider perfect.

But with his little star, Kyle had already learned something important.

There was no better time than now.

So inside the quiet hovercraft, lit only by the dashboard and the passing glow of the city, he continued.

"Hello. I’m Kyle Nox. The youngest child of Minister Kordell Nox and Marquise Evelyn Nox. Aside from Killian Nox, I also share a brotherhood with Xavier and Jax."

Those already big and bright eyes widened even more.

"I weigh around seventy-five kilograms on my own, and slightly more when carrying my boyfriend. My height is one hundred ninety point five centimeters. Recently, I’ve started liking the color yellow."

He didn’t stop.

"My hobby is finding ways to squeeze breaks into my schedule, and my specialty is staying sane while holding part of the Empire together. I may not sleep through natural disasters, but so far, I’ve been known to move fast enough to keep you safe."

"!"

Ollie’s mouth opened like a fish out of water.

Closed.

Opened again.

"And right now," Kyle added, inclining his head toward the tablets placed on his boyfriend’s lap, "you’re holding my current portfolio. It includes my net worth, asset specifications, certifications, and awards."

He watched him closely.

Ollie took a deep breath, which he probably didn’t intend to take.

Then another.

"Wha—what is all this for?! You’re making a case?!"

What kind of case needed all of this?!

"Yes," the sincere adjutant answered simply. "Instead of making a decision based on possibilities, or worse, unrealized potential, I want you to consider the present, too."

Thump.

Ollie stared at his Kyle like he was seeing him for the first time.

Thump.

Meanwhile, the same man he had seen almost every day since their fateful meeting tilted his head slightly, a small, hopeful smile forming as the night light fell across his face, so soft and unfairly beautiful that it stole the breath from anyone who looked.

And Oliver Mylor had been looking so intently that he thought he was hallucinating when he heard the next words coming from those lips.

Thump. Thump.

"I was hoping that, as the man I am today, you might find it in your heart to say yes to marrying me."

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"!!!"

"!!!!!!"

Poof!

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Dead on arrival.

That was what had become of Oliver Astrea Mylor, who had just heard the most endearing words since "I like you" and "you could have my dessert."

He was so startled that they could only be thankful for automatic driving, as the recently propositioned blonde needed someone to help him breathe.

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