The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1106

Chapter 1106: The Glass Statue

"JAX! You’re gonna want to ta—"

The automatic doors slid open smoothly, and Ollie burst into the medical bay carrying an assortment of snacks and food containers carefully balanced in his arms, only for his words to abruptly die halfway through his sentence.

"Huh?"

His enthusiastic expression immediately gave way to confusion.

Standing by the doorway, Ollie blinked at the scene before him.

It was... strange.

One person was sitting upright on the bed with one hand covering part of his face, looking suspiciously like someone mid-groan. Meanwhile, the original patient was calmly sitting on the bed, folding towels into impossibly conspicuous shapes that looked ready for a luxury zoo.

"...?"

The atmosphere was strange.

Weird.

"Brother-in-law?" Ollie asked. "You’re still here?"

The blonde sounded genuinely confused and immediately checked the time on his terminal, wondering if he had somehow gotten the schedule wrong.

Had he spent too long salivating over the food?

Long enough to accidentally miss an entire shift and arrive for the next one instead?

Uh-oh!

But a second later, his eyes widened.

"Oh my god, why are you here?!"

He looked back and forth between his terminal and Killian several times before screeching.

"Aren’t you supposed to be at the office?!"

The Chief of Staff, who suddenly felt like choking on absolutely nothing, straightened his posture.

"Was just about to leave."

The answer came perhaps a little too quickly.

Killian stood up immediately afterward.

He looked reasonably composed.

Mostly.

At least until one noticed how he seemed determined not to maintain eye contact with anyone. Not even the bees on the wall.

The man strode toward the exit with what was clearly intended to be a casual pace.

Ollie followed him with his eyes.

Then, just as Killian reached the doorway, the towering worker casually reached over, grabbed a piece of toast from Ollie’s tray, and nodded.

"Thanks."

A second later, he was gone.

The door closed behind him.

Silence.

The blonde stared at the empty doorway.

Then stared at the now-missing piece of toast.

Then back at the doorway.

"Ack!"

The delayed reaction finally arrived.

"I didn’t even get to stop him!"

The newest legal member of House Nox looked horrified enough that his hair antenna seemed to malfunction on the spot.

"He’s my brother-in-law, but I shouldn’t let him get away with things like this!"

The blonde pointed dramatically toward the door.

"What if he grows up thinking it’s okay to snatch my snacks?!"

Having thoroughly expressed his ironically grave concerns about the well-being of a being that was very clearly already grown, Ollie finally turned toward Jax.

His expression immediately softened.

Poor Jax.

Clearly his friend had just lost out on one glorious piece of toast.

Unfortunately, the redhead didn’t seem remotely bothered.

In fact, Jax looked perfectly relaxed as he leaned back against a mountain of pillows.

"Actually," he said thoughtfully, "I think you should’ve given him all of it."

"What?!"

Ollie nearly dropped the entire tray.

"Do you even know what these are?!"

The blonde held the containers up dramatically.

"My brother specifically packed these for you!"

"I had to spend the entire trip here convincing myself not to eat them!"

"Do you have any idea how difficult that was?!"

"I thought I was going to starve to death!"

Jax stared.

The redhead carefully examined the supposedly starving individual standing before him.

The problem was that Ollie looked incredibly healthy.

Suspiciously healthy.

Almost aggressively healthy.

His cheeks were slightly plump.

His complexion practically glowed.

Every movement somehow carried the energy of someone who had recently consumed enough food for at least ten.

If anything, Jax felt like he could hear a boing sound every time the blonde bounced around.

"..."

"..."

Nonetheless, the supposedly bed-resting patient decided not to mention any of that.

Instead, he simply shrugged.

"Of course, I want some."

Then he added matter-of-factly,

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