The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1090

Chapter 1090: The Closest Thing

Paternity leave.

Two words that nearly caused one Chief of Staff to slip on perfectly flat ground toward certain death.

Killian would like to believe he had been functioning as a perfectly normal human being up until the exact moment his mother suddenly uttered something as absurd as:

"You know what? You should go on paternity leave."

Honestly, the moment she opened with "You know what," he should’ve already activated every defensive instinct available to him.

And yet somehow, he still allowed himself to get ambushed like this.

Now he was paying dearly for it.

Killian Nox genuinely could not figure out where he was supposed to pull his next words from because his thoughts had completely short-circuited from sheer disbelief.

He wanted to say she had to be joking.

Unfortunately, there was one major problem with that hopeful assumption.

The jokes of his dear mother, Marquise Evelyn Nox, rarely strayed far from her actual opinions.

Which meant she was probably serious.

Then again, what else did he expect?

The young official slowly sighed while rubbing his forehead before finally replying, "Sure, Mother. You can personally head there and explain that I need several days off to care for and supervise the birth of my baby bee."

However, the sly Marquise of House Nox merely looked at him calmly before responding, "But isn’t that essentially the truth?"

"..."

"Didn’t the Elders say you needed to remain here so the spirit could properly stabilize and hatch?" she continued casually. "The little one needs regular infusions of spiritual energy from you, you know?"

"Or are you seriously planning to return to work in between feeding sessions while looking like someone had wrung you dry?"

Her gaze slowly swept over him.

"Would you even function properly?"

"..."

As usual, her arguments were horrifyingly reasonable.

Unfortunately, so was his workload.

Because contrary to popular belief, mountains of paperwork did not magically complete themselves simply because someone accidentally "fathered" a baby mutant bee.

Killian opened his mouth to argue.

Then Marquise Evelyn immediately raised a hand.

"Uh, uh. Not so fast."

The elegant lady waggled her hand before pointing at him accusingly.

"You’re about to say you have too much work again."

"Well, I do, Mother—" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"We know," she interrupted smoothly. "And since people always say it takes a village to raise children, the rest of us grown-ups will simply help lighten your workload."

Killian stared at her blankly.

Meanwhile, the Marquise looked absurdly relaxed despite saying things that sounded completely alien to her son.

"There are plenty of us here," she continued with clear amusement. "So we’ll handle as much as possible while you stay put like the Elders instructed."

"..."

When her son failed to respond immediately, the lady of House Nox slowly raised one perfect brow.

Finally, Killian looked at her suspiciously before asking in complete seriousness,

"Mom... by any chance... are you sick?"

"..."

Honestly, it was a valid concern.

His mother and voluntary work assistance rarely existed in the same sentence.

At this point, after everything that had happened recently, Killian genuinely couldn’t dismiss the possibility of supernatural possession anymore.

"This brat!"

The usually graceful and sophisticated Marquise nearly lost composure on the spot.

In fact, she looked dangerously close to throttling her own child before forcibly restraining herself through sheer dignity.

"If this is the closest thing to a grandchild that we could get from you," she snapped, "then you are absolutely taking a mandatory leave!"

Killian flinched at that.

It wasn’t like his parents had ever pressured him to start a family immediately. If anything, most of the pressure came from outside nobles circling him like vultures in hopes of becoming the next lord or lady of House Nox.

However, that unusual leniency mostly came from his mother being painfully aware of what partners meant for people like them. Because for their family, the true enemy had always been their tendency to live and breathe work.

Ah, really. What should he do about this?

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