The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1048

Chapter 1048: Tools for the Unawakened

Sigh.

It was a bright morning inside the dungeon space, just like always. The air was filled with the sounds of people bustling about, moving items into place as they prepared for the final stage. Everything felt alive, purposeful.

And yet—

Amidst all that activity, there was a very noticeable... heaviness.

Ollie sighed again.

This time, it came from his entire body.

It was dramatic enough that Luca finally leaned in, concern written all over his face.

"Brother, are you alright?" he asked gently. "You’ve been sighing since we started."

The blonde puffed his cheeks and slumped where he stood.

"I’m not so sure, brother," Ollie admitted. "I’m fine right now, but not knowing if I’m about to turn into mush is driving me crazy."

"...Huh?" Luca blinked, tilting his head. "Turn into mush? But brother, why would you turn into... mush?"

He looked genuinely worried.

After all, today was just about consuming the Queen of the Night’s fruit.

So why, of all things, did his brother think he’d turn into mush?

"Well..." Ollie began, already spiraling. "After the Elders told us to reference our ancestors, my family realized we don’t actually know what our bloodline abilities could be."

His voice rose, growing increasingly dramatic.

"My father’s side’s special skill is making money, but I don’t think that counts as an affinity! And then there’s my mother’s side, which is basically a giant bag labeled ’confidential’!"

He grabbed his head.

"What if I end up with something completely inexplicable? Like turning into dust?!"

Ollie visibly paled.

"Will my children also turn into dust?!"

The concerned golden-eyed brother opened his mouth to respond—

But the blackened lighthouse wasn’t done.

"Okay, fine, maybe turning into dust isn’t that bad," he continued, already halfway to collapsing. "But what if I panic and forget how to turn back?! As a piece of dust without a mouth, how am I supposed to swallow a revive pill?!"

The logic.

Somehow...

Made sense.

Disturbingly so.

But just as the blonde with a panicked hair antenna continued his very realistic disaster scenario, someone nearby let out his signature sigh.

"You won’t turn into dust."

Kyle.

He had arrived with the rest of the group, walking straight toward Ollie, like this was a situation he’d already accepted as part of his life.

"And look," he added calmly, "even Prince Elior can turn into a fly, and he’s fine."

The others—particularly Rahil, the Elven Prince’s aide—didn’t know how that could possibly be comforting to anyone, but rolled with it since it seemed effective enough.

Kyle reached out and ruffled his little star’s hair, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"And even if you did turn into dust," Kyle continued, voice softer now, "I’d collect every bit of you so you could turn back."

The blonde looked up at him, squinting suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Really."

Ollie crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "You’re not just saying that so you can get rid of me and take a new wife, right?"

Kyle leaned down until they were face to face.

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