The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1112

Chapter 1112: Unforeseen Circumstance

He definitely had grand plans.

Plans that inevitably involved a few other innocent souls.

However, before the mop could dash off to the room where, unbeknownst to the currently distressed blonde, several people were already gathering to brainstorm solutions for his licensing dilemma, Ollie suddenly paused.

"Hmm..."

Granted, there was an entire crisis looming over his head.

Yet of all the things he could have chosen to focus on, the reformed temporary assistant somehow latched onto something else entirely.

Something that was, quite frankly, mind-boggling to him.

"Is this really okay though?" he asked, turning toward Jax with concern. "Have you been eating other things too? The Elders said you need to stay healthy!"

His voice was filled with genuine worry.

Which was rather ironic, considering that Oliver Mylor was a serial snacker who routinely needed reminders to eat more vegetables.

But finally, the newest ornament in the room decided to contribute.

"The Elders say it’s cravings. Or something like cravings."

Killian spoke with his arms crossed over his chest.

He looked composed.

He looked dignified.

He looked exactly like the sort of person who should be discussing civilian evacuation protocols and national crises.

Unfortunately, the words coming out of his mouth were not helping maintain that image.

"They say he’s like this because of the evolving bee. Apparently, it’s normal." Killian paused briefly before continuing. "Comparable to pregnancy cravings from our human ancestors. This one just changes depending on the spirit’s preferences."

"WHAT?! IS IT—!"

"It’s not actually pregnancy," Killian clarified immediately. "Just similar in concept since the bee is feeding off him—"

"Us," Jax corrected innocently to give credit where credit was due.

Killian closed his eyes.

"Us," he amended, clearing his throat before continuing with the resignation of a man who had already accepted his fate.

"So yes. He’s practically eating for two right now."

The shortest guy in the room looked scandalized but for a different reason...

What a great benefit! Being able to eat for two!

It was a good thing that the others couldn’t tell what he was thinking and that all he said was, "And the mass is getting bigger, too! So does my niece want more food now?! And how do you even sleep like that?!"

"Not just food but spiritual energy as well. And yeah, that was honestly a problem I didn’t see coming," Jax admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

"I don’t even know how big she would really get; hopefully not like a small watermelon coz how do I even hold that up?"

The redhead looked thoughtful.

"I tried sleeping without moving around, but apparently I break restraints pretty easily."

"..."

"..."

"But it’s fine now."

"If I move too much, he’d just reposition me."

Jax shrugged, then casually pointed a thumb toward the other person in the room.

The Chief of Staff immediately knew he’d just been sold out.

He stood there with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, trying very hard to maintain a neutral expression.

It wasn’t working.

Mostly because Killian himself was still trying to process how his life had somehow arrived at this point.

Honestly, he didn’t know how Kyle survived.

Then again, his younger brother also had his own particular brand of troublemaking, so perhaps their respective insanities simply happened to be compatible.

Between those two—not even counting Luca and the Imperial Crown Prince—there was always something happening that felt impossible to prepare for.

Worse, they kept coming up with questions that most ordinary people wouldn’t even think to ask.

The whole thing ran contrary to his usual way of living. After all, someone in his position practically survived by having contingency plans for everything.

Plans A through Z.

So he foraged. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Who even does that?!

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