The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1134

Chapter 1134: Motivated by Survival

Upon hearing a summary of what had happened between them, one might say that such collisions were truly cliché.

Heck, even Killian himself thought so.

In most cases, especially in the endless collection of stories Princess Kira seemed determined to consume, such encounters were always depicted with a certain degree of finesse. There’d be surprise, a bit of flustered staring, perhaps an awkward apology, and then everyone would go home with a spark of interest lodged somewhere in their hearts. Sometimes it was portrayed as fate. Other times it was destiny. Either way, it was usually treated as something sweet.

Killian Nox would like it officially recorded that his experience bore absolutely no resemblance to any of that.

For starters, collisions hurt.

That was a very important detail people seemed determined to leave out.

Not the sort of hurt that makes someone rub their shoulder and say "ouch".

No, this was the "I might die from this" sort of hurt that made someone briefly wonder whether all their internal organs were still where they were supposed to be.

Honestly, the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that heavenly entities must’ve been actively protecting those twig-like protagonists every time they crashed into someone twice their size and built like a fortress. Otherwise, half of those stories would’ve ended in a trip to the hospital.

Because if one were being realistic about the matter, then running full speed into a wall did not result in romance.

It resulted in pain.

And unfortunately for everyone involved, Killian had not merely run into a wall.

No.

The aggressively chased official had first crashed against a wall before colliding into him.

That was a completely different level of unfortunate.

Then there was the screaming.

People always forgot the screaming.

It was definitely not Killian’s finest moment, and not reliving it would do well for his sanity, but it was definitely an important factor in this analysis.

At some point during the entire ordeal, there had been enough panic, dirt, confusion, and frantic movement that by the time the actual collision happened, Killian was fairly certain neither of them—okay fine, only he didn’t have enough air left in his lungs to sustain his very mortal life.

More importantly—and this was the detail everyone would likely overlook yet again—there were bees.

A truly concerning amount of bees.

Actually, at that point, he hadn’t even known that the dark sludge that honestly felt like a moving mass of slime was made up of all those eerily flexible bees that were hell-bent on swarming them.

The sort of swarm that caused perfectly reasonable adults to stop asking questions and start focusing on keeping insects out of important bodily openings.

And that was exactly where everything went wrong.

Or right.

Depending on whether one was listening to the Elders.

Or Princess Kira.

Or literally anyone other than Killian who thought the scenario was truly one that could never have been attributed to luck had they not lived to hear the Elders’ joyous exclamations.

Now, did all those sound like excuses?

Ahem.

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