The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123: Toasted

But damn, the pilot of that mecha would really have to forget the meaning of covert operations and camouflage.

Killian certainly hadn’t been exaggerating when he compared it to the sun.

The thing was bright.

Ridiculously bright.

Possibly brighter than his future.

Then again, it seemed to compensate in other ways. Hiding while piloting that thing would be nearly impossible, but at least whenever a flash-bang was needed, all the pilot had to do was show up and the problem would solve itself.

Naturally, those were thoughts Killian kept entirely to himself, especially when faced with those who had already chosen to train their eyeballs to see otherwise.

With such people standing behind Luca and Ollie like guard hounds, voicing those thoughts out loud felt like an excellent way to end up with his head mounted on a pike somewhere.

But little did they all know about a little nifty thing about Zelunium.

A characteristic that would later result in one blonde screeching loud enough to rattle a carefully sorting D-29.

See, normally, Ollie only needed to walk through the door to spot the prototype mecha they’d been working on.

That thing was impossible to miss.

Even half-finished, the mecha reflected enough light that it practically announced its presence from across the room.

It was pretty cute and sparkly like that.

And while he still had plenty of reservations about the entire licensure exam, hearing his good brother sincerely declare that the material was perfect for Ollie because it sparkled just like him left the blonde considerably more pliable when it came to building a respectable mecha.

After all, if his brother thought so highly of him, then he couldn’t very well go and disappoint those expectations, could he?

Besides, how could something modeled after his likeness be allowed to look ugly?

Which was precisely why the blonde froze the moment he stepped inside and saw absolutely nothing where the prototype should’ve been.

"...?"

The blonde blinked.

Then blinked again.

Because the space where several finished components had been mounted was empty.

As in na-da!

"!!!"

The mop practically jumped.

For a place that was more secure than the Imperial Palace itself, his first thought was definitely not theft.

No.

His first thought was that the prototype was gone.

And if that thing was gone, then so was all the work that went into it.

If so, wouldn’t they have to repeat all the work AGAIN?!

Suddenly feeling the sort of panic only an inherently leisurely mechanic could understand, Ollie rushed deeper into the workshop.

The lights activated one by one as he moved through the room, illuminating his path toward the assembly area where the mecha was supposed to be.

Then, just before he reached the mounting platform, he abruptly stopped, the soles of his boots practically skidding on the ground.

Something was there.

A massive silhouette?

No. Wait.

A pitch-black mass so dark that Ollie almost walked straight into it.

The blonde’s eyes widened.

Slowly, he lifted his head.

His gaze traveled upward from the ground.

Past two thick poles that, unbeknownst to him, were the legs.

Past a solid slab.

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