The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1121

Chapter 1121: Excused From Classes

The who?

The... what, where, when, why, how?!

Naturally, young Owen had all sorts of questions.

Unfortunately, nobody in the room seemed capable of answering them because everyone just returned his gawking look with equally perplexed expressions.

Clearly, none of them were on the same page because how come the youngest Mylor had absolutely no idea what kind of game everyone else was playing here.

How exactly had he, a Junior Academy student who was simply fortunate enough to coast by without causing too many problems, suddenly become the center of discussion regarding special mechas?

Maybe if it had been about food, he would’ve understood. As a budding influencer and DG’s hidden marketing kid, being summoned to the Principal’s office over being caught because of some promotional shenanigans would’ve been entirely reasonable.

But this, of all things?

Moreover, a special mecha supposedly built by his brother.

So naturally, he asked the most logical question he could think of.

"Sir... which brother?"

To be fair, he had three older brothers and one older sister.

Sure, save for one, most of them had nothing to do with mechas unless one considered sourcing and selling parts...

But considering what life had been like recently, wasn’t it reasonable to ask?

Miracles seemed to happen every other day nowadays. For all he knew, Ozzie could’ve suddenly decided to switch career paths and become a mechanic. Or maybe one of his siblings had somehow purchased a special mecha and was currently trying to make him the scapegoat before their father found out.

Unfortunately, as Owen feared, the Principal immediately replied, "Well, who else but your older brother, Oliver Mylor?"

"WHAT?!"

"There’s no need to act surprised anymore. We’ve already received a request to excuse you from classes for a few days so you can attend the special licensure examination."

"In fact, from today onwards, we ask that you report for additional lessons so you can at least pilot it..."

Owen definitely heard the words. In fact, his ears were practically working overtime trying to catch every word coming from the gathered adults around him.

The problem was that they weren’t connecting.

"ME?!" he blurted out, pointing at himself.

"Yes, you," another teacher said.

"Who else would it be when your brother Otis has already committed his entire being to his research and couldn’t possibly spare time for mechas?"

At that point, Owen felt as though the entire room had lost its mind.

The teachers continued talking around him, discussing schedules, arrangements, permissions, and other things that sounded suspiciously like decisions that had already been made without his participation.

Every now and then, he’d catch a few recognizable words before immediately losing the thread again because none of it made sense.

Then one sentence finally broke through the noise.

"You’ll have some time before returning to class, so you should contact your brother-in-law."

"My brother-in-law...?!"

The Principal looked at him strangely.

"Child, are you feeling unwell?"

"Huh?"

"You’ve been acting strange since earlier. How is it possible to forget your own family? Is there any chance you have a concussion we should know about?"

"No, but—"

Because from his perspective, everyone else seemed to have a concussion.

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