The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1132

Chapter 1132: Blades of Grass

Well, they weren’t exactly wrong.

Though surely the twins must have known that the audience was more than just the eldest son of House Nox and actually comprised about half the population of the Empire. All of whom were watching and gawking as they tried to process what they had just seen.

As expected, the people who had yet to recover from learning that Kyle Nox had already been scratched off the list of eligible bachelors found themselves rattled all over again.

One would’ve thought that the capital had been struck by an emergency given how shell-shocked the viewers looked afterward.

For a good minute, it felt like everyone had gone radio silent, with their eyes practically bulging, mouths agape, and hands on their faces.

Had modern hovercrafts not been capable of autonomous driving, there was a very real chance the capital would’ve reported a concerning number of accidents before the day was over.

Ah, but just when they thought that was all, they ended up even more jostled when the interview actually ended with both Aeruns sending flying kisses directly toward the camera for the entire Empire to witness.

"..."

"..."

As though the bombs they had already dropped weren’t sufficient.

Naturally, the resulting disaster set off like an interstellar wildfire that spread through Star Net faster than Killian would’ve liked.

Actually, it was faster than anyone other than the Aeruns would’ve liked.

The kissy smooching sounds alone had been clipped, replayed, edited, forwarded, and redistributed so many times that by now they probably existed in corners of Star Net that normally dealt with things other than gossip.

But with such high-profile individuals involved, even those who pretended to be cultured and tactful simply argued that this was a matter of political importance and ought to be discussed in much greater detail.

The more honest ones, however, would simply say that it couldn’t be helped since the clips were rather useful.

There seemed to be a little bit of something for everyone.

People who wanted to admire beautiful individuals replayed the footage like gospel. In fact, it was said that if someone lost access to light, they could simply run the playlist to brighten their home.

People who liked making speculations and loved analyzing political implications also found themselves replaying the clips to catch certain words.

But surprisingly, even those who enjoyed psychological suffering also found something they could be interested in. For anyone who wanted to give themselves goosebumps and deter any chance of restful sleep could very well satisfy the odd need with said clips.

It was that unsettling.

At least, that was the opinion of the young official who was at the center of this gossip.

Though personally, he didn’t think he’d survive another viewing.

If he were to watch it again, then he’d likely require a strong enough punch to knock him out just to avoid the nightmares he was almost certain would follow.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t currently in a position to make such requests.

Because somehow, amidst all this, he’d ended up sitting in what looked suspiciously like the setting of a criminal interrogation.

A single lamp hung overhead.

An empty desk sat in front of him.

The room itself looked so shady that Killian was beginning to wonder whether someone had deliberately selected it for dramatic effect.

To be fair, moments earlier he’d been participating in an entirely rational, albeit dry, discussion regarding the situation. His parents had been present. Even the monarchs were present. And they had discussed the matter professionally, clarified his stance, and examined possible responses moving forward despite his mother’s current fiery temper.

But who could blame her for her outrage? To a mother, Killian was still her child, no matter how old he became, and right now that child was being cornered in broad daylight.

Still, they were able to discuss a few key points calmly. Admittedly, it helped that movement from various factions wasn’t exactly unexpected. They had anticipated at least that much and had since been busy thwarting whatever they could through relatively peaceful means.

But what nobody anticipated was this particular route.

Especially not from the Aeruns.

The notoriously elitist Aeruns who loved themselves perhaps a little more than what could be considered healthy.

The same ones who historically thought very highly of themselves and weren’t exactly known for publicly throwing themselves at foreign officials through interstellar broadcasts.

So naturally, with such a declaration now circulating across Star Net, they’d needed to discuss how best to deal with this unexpectedly annoying hiccup.

But just as they were discussing how to respond to this new situation, the exasperated Chief of Staff was dragged into what felt like a whirlwind and deposited into this suspicious room, where several overly eager individuals were staring at him with alarming intensity.

They hadn’t even opened their mouths yet, but the young official already felt a powerful desire to plug his ears.

And in hindsight, he really should have.

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"Look, brother! They really said, ’two of us would take care of him’!"

"TWO OF US!"

Ollie, who was currently operating at levels of excitement that should’ve been medically concerning, pointed dramatically at the projection as though he’d just uncovered a universe-shattering conspiracy.

"D-29! Play it again!"

The request was directed toward the equally dramatic system, which naturally complied. Not only did D-29 replay the clip, but it even added several edits of its own.

The projection zoomed in whenever either twin said something particularly shocking, lingered on their faces whenever they smiled, and somehow managed to make the entire interview look even more scandalous than it already was.

Maybe it was the addition of those heart bubbles, but who’s to say anything when it could’ve been worse.

By the ninth replay, the lighthouse looked ready to ascend.

"They’d even share big brother with work!"

Ollie sounded genuinely scandalized by this revelation.

As someone who couldn’t even imagine sharing his husband with his own reflection, the whole ordeal really just sounded insane to him.

Not that Luca didn’t agree that the situation was absurd. He’d nearly had a breakdown himself the first time he considered the possibility of people insisting on concubines for his beloved, who just so happened to be the Imperial Crown Prince.

Hell.

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