The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1059

Chapter 1059: Beyond Expectation

To be fair, she had every right to be confused.

With the number of questions piling up in her mind, she had to decide what to address first before she actually exploded.

So she started with the most immediate issue.

The Duchess reached out and pried her husband’s hands off the poor Count’s collar, then made sure he offered a proper apology.

In the form of a crate of freshly caught fish.

"!!!"

A vein nearly popped as she heard the scandalized gasps, but she held on like a trooper.

The Duke, of course, followed through, though he looked just as gray as the man he had been holding hostage moments ago.

But for a brief second, he even seemed to regain some color because of the kind and wise words of the Count.

"Your Grace, there’s really no need for apologies," Alexander said politely. "We rushed because my ability seemed to be time-sensitive. I believe Duke Leander was simply being... efficient."

Leander perked up immediately, looking like a hopeful dog waiting to be forgiven.

But the Duchess only stared at him before letting out a slow sigh.

"You’re too kind, Count Taylor," she said. "If you’re not interested in fish, at least make him do some chores. I insist. Consider it thanks for your help instead of an apology."

The onlookers could only watch in silence.

It was an odd sight.

Everyone knew that it was the Duke and their son who wielded fire.

And yet—

For some reason, it was the Duchess who looked as if she were surrounded by flames every time she glanced at her husband.

They were invisible, but they were definitely burning brightly.

Then, in what could only be described as a desperate act of self-preservation, the Duke shifted positions and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

And just like that, the tension eased.

The flames died down.

The Duchess sighed again and reached up to flick his forehead.

"Ow! Liaaaa~!" Leander whined pitifully.

Everyone else pretended not to see.

Except for Luca Soren Kyros. The spawn of those two.

Said heir was watching with wide eyes, clearly fascinated by the sweet exchange that, unfortunately, the others couldn’t see in a similar light.

Because to everyone else?

They were simply doing their best to ignore the scene entirely.

What were they supposed to do with this stomach-churning lovey-dovey moment that no one wanted to witness?

Thankfully, the heavens took pity on the poor creatures and offered temporary relief.

"Duchess Amelia," Elder Feng spoke up, cutting through the moment.

"We came as soon as we were called by this balding Wei. For now, all we can confirm is that it is true."

"Count Alexander appears to have the ability to see a person’s affinity, or at least detect when one is being used nearby."

As expected, murmurs spread through the crowd.

That was not just useful.

That was extremely useful.

"But," Elder Feng continued, "he is still learning and at the early stages. At the moment, he can only detect it while the spiritual energy signature remains fresh. That is why we rushed here."

Duchess Amelia listened carefully.

Stunned.

But hopeful.

"Then my bloodline ability?" she asked. "What does a gray affinity signify?"

The Elders exchanged looks.

Elder Wei, still checking his head as if making sure his hair had not actually fallen out, finally spoke.

"Esoteric abilities."

The way he said it made it sound important.

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