The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1024

Chapter 1024: Non-Negotiable

For some reason, even the soft hum of the central units seemed to quiet at the muttering of a certain blonde.

Kyle paused.

Not that he didn’t want that answer, but more like he simply hadn’t expected to hear that.

But then, coupled with his throbbing heart, his expression softened.

He reached out and took Ollie’s hand.

"...?"

Their fingers brushed, and a quiet warmth passed between them. Slowly, the towering adjutant guided that delicate hand upward until it rested against his chest.

Right where his spiritual core should be.

"Right... here," Kyle murmured.

They looked at each other.

The blonde’s face was already burning, the blush spreading without restraint. It really should have been the height of romance, a moment of high tension that felt like it should’ve been frozen in time.

But then—

Ollie’s face suddenly morphed into something extremely serious.

"How?" he asked, suddenly serious. "How do I sign here today?"

The blonde absolutely meant it.

He was genuinely serious about what he just asked.

Because what if his Kyle woke up tomorrow and decided that this was just a limited-time offer?

That couldn’t possibly be allowed, right?

As such, the suddenly serious star demanded to know the logistics right away.

Meanwhile, the adjutant looked at his mop like he was seeing him for the first time today.

Then, for a moment, Kyle wondered what he was ever going to do with this one.

But more than that, he felt something else.

Something warm.

Something certain.

He tilted his head, making up his mind, and pulled Ollie’s hand away from his chest—though he continued to hold it reverently.

Then, to Ollie Mylor’s complete shock—

Kyle went down on one knee.

There was no hesitation.

No awkwardness.

It simply felt natural.

Like it had always been leading to this.

He lifted Ollie’s hand and pressed a respectful kiss against it, like a knight greeting the one he had chosen.

Then his other hand moved, quietly using his space button as a small box appeared. Kyle gently released Ollie’s hand, just enough to open it.

And held it up for his little star to see.

It was a ring.

No.

Not just any ring, but the tangible proof of his commitment, dreams, and plea.

It was everything he hoped and wanted for in their future.

Provided his beloved would have him...

"Please be my world... Will you marry me?"

"!!!"

There was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes.

For someone like Kyle Nox, who was always composed and certain, the way he sounded now was different. There was hope in it. Something almost like a quiet prayer.

The moment landed intensely.

So intensely that Ollie, who had been standing just fine a second ago, suddenly dropped.

"!"

Practically melting right on the floor.

He fell back on his butt, and a worried Kyle, whose expression had tightened in concern, immediately lunged to catch him.

"Ollie—"

But the blonde had already raised a shaky hand, pointing a trembling finger at him.

"Y-you!" Ollie gasped, fanning his face with his remaining appendage. "You didn’t have to do it so well! And you didn’t have to be so handsome!"

Kyle blinked.

"You could’ve done it looking moderately good, and I-I would’ve been able to survive it!"

"...?"

What?

"Now look at me!" Ollie went on, clutching his chest dramatically as if his life depended on it. "I’m so weak that y-you have to put the ring on me!"

He thrust out his hand, trembling more than before, yet somehow holding on to a complete, unwavering determination.

"!"

"!!!"

Kyle stared at him, initially stuck processing the development of events.

For a moment, when his mop had fallen, his thoughts had gone somewhere much, much worse.

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