The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1043

Chapter 1043: Proud Confession

A good long minute.

For most people, recovery took about that much time. And honestly, it didn’t sound so bad—provided no one accounted for the blood pressure meds, frantic back pats, and a few desperate Heimlich maneuvers happening around the same time.

But for some...

Like a newly married adjutant, for example...

Recovery wasn’t even on the table.

Kyle Nox simply stood there and allowed anemia to claim him.

Because this?

This was going to be his life now.

Frankly, this had been his life for a while now, but back then, there were still illusions of a probable escape. Not that he had intentions of doing just that... But now, in his future was just a whole lot of sunshine and rainbows, with a side of this.

So maybe—just maybe—he should start training his ears to handle hearing responses like—

"What?! I don’t think so, brother! If anything, Kyle smells like ME!"

Ollie, the proud blonde menace that he was, declared this with full confidence. He stood there like a general issuing a verdict, pointing at Kyle, then at himself, with a smug, childish grin.

He looked like a triumphant toddler.

A very loud, very proud, completely unaware toddler.

The dining hall... stopped.

Not metaphorically, but mechanically.

Necks turned toward Kyle and Ollie in stiff, delayed motions, like rusted machines struggling to function. Anyone with even a shred of experience was currently rebooting their brain, trying—failing—to reconcile the image of the Prince’s adjutant Kyle, being at the receiving end of Ollie Mylor’s efforts of all people.

But as Young Lord Luca’s closest brother, clearly handpicked for his excellence, it shouldn’t be impossible, especially when it was well known that despite Lord Luca’s delicate features, he was different when it came to his husband.

Then this...

"...!!!"

It was definitely possible.

Duke Leander, who had earlier been ready to rush to his son, gasped like a seasoned neighborhood gossiper finally fed premium content.

The maids froze mid-step, trays hovering in the air like time itself had paused.

The guests—several parents of DG’s members who had been scheduled to return to Planet Nova—malfunctioned outright, forks clattering against fine china as they stared in various states of emotional collapse.

Heck, Marquis Mylor and the Minister actually flickered in and out for a moment.

But just when Kyle sighed so deeply it felt like he might dig a trench through the floor—

A calm voice spoke.

"Well, that’s not surprising. Kyle’s always done what the mop wanted. Even the dorm smells like him!"

Jax.

Of course it had to be Jax.

The redhead shrugged naturally, already stuffing his face with another mountain of food like he hadn’t just detonated the situation with his honest-to-goodness fact.

The entire hall vibrated.

Scandalized.

Because now—now—it sounded like corroborated evidence from someone deep in the know.

Even the dorm?!

Gasp!

And to make matters worse?

The blonde in question nodded.

Smugly.

Like a scholar being cited in a peer-reviewed journal.

But all of that?

All of it paled in comparison to the true disaster.

Because somewhere in the middle of this chaos, one golden-eyed culprit reached enlightenment.

Luca Soren Kyros.

The good brother—often times the solution, but really, mostly the problem.

Click.

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