The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1140

Chapter 1140: The Scenic Route

As always, if one were to ignore the firestorm and controversy raging beyond the usually safe confines of the dungeon space, then once again, it could be said that it was a bright, peaceful day filled with endless possibilities.

So endless, in fact, that on a bed far simpler yet infinitely more comfortable than what most elite nobles ever slept on, one very young official who’d recently become the center of discussion throughout the Empire lay flat on his stomach, having what had started as a perfectly ordinary dream.

Just like the many dreams before it, he found himself walking toward the medical bay.

While he couldn’t see it, he figured he likely had a familiar basket of honeyed treats in his hands. After all, if he was going where he thought he was going, then he couldn’t possibly forget about it.

There was the scenic route he always took. There were no rigid hallways or sterile corridors here, only open skies, fresh air, and nature stretching as far as the eye could see.

This time, however, something felt... different.

For some reason, his attention lingered on the flowers lining the path. Then again, that’s probably what made it a dream. He was so free and unhurried that he had the time to stop and literally smell the flowers.

To think that some people would dream of winning the lottery or maybe becoming renowned heroes, and yet there he was, dreaming about having such a leisurely stroll instead of rushing like every second was a matter of life and death.

Anyway, since he was already in this rare, peaceful dream, it was better to immerse himself fully.

The artificial flowers carefully maintained at the Imperial palace definitely looked great, but the ones at the dungeon space were simply on a different level. And yet, what was already crazy was even elevated in his dream.

The flowers bloomed in strange, vibrant colors that seemed richer than he remembered. Every petal appeared painted in hues so distinct they almost felt unreal.

And who knows, had he not had someone more important to visit, then maybe he would’ve stayed for far longer.

Well, maybe next time. f he finished his work early, he’d try to visit for real then.

Upon making such a compromise, his gaze simply drifted from one blossom to another until the familiar path finally brought him to the medical bay.

Naturally, he expected to enter through the usual door.

Instead, much to the lucid dreamer’s surprise, everything veered off course.

Entirely unaware of it, as Killian’s mind remained focused elsewhere, the sleeping young official quietly furrowed his brow into the pillow back on his bed.

Because rather than approaching the entrance, his viewpoint quietly swept around the side of the building.

Toward the window.

"???"

At that point, Killian simply chose to suspend his disbelief.

Definitely one of those lucid dreams.

Unfortunately, unlike most of his dreams, in which he could practically control everything, this one seemed to have a predetermined narrative.

Well, fine.

A surprise once in a while wouldn’t hurt.

And frankly, after everything that had happened to him lately, he found it much easier to simply accept whatever nonsense his subconscious decided to throw at him. Besides, perhaps even his mind was aware he was in need of a change of scenery.

Nothing particularly unusual happened after that.

His vision slipped effortlessly through the open window like a gentle breeze flowing indoors before taking in the familiar sights that had long since become commonplace whenever he visited Jax’s room.

Even in a dream, however, some habits apparently refused to disappear.

As his view panned out, his attention immediately landed on the water jar.

Empty once again.

Apparently, even after increasing the amount, it still wasn’t enough for this guy.

Just how much was Jax drinking before going to bed?

And how did he manage not to wake up halfway through the night because of it?

Or perhaps...

Did he fall off the bed again and sleepwalk his way to the bathroom?

Tsk.

But it wasn’t like he should get too worked up when this was a dream in the first place.

Thankfully, there weren’t any half-opened snacks lying around this time for the bees to crowd around, so that was at least that for consolation.

The dream continued moving of its own accord while Killian simply watched, merely observing whatever odd sequence his sleeping mind had stitched together.

Oddly enough, somewhere in the middle of all that, he found himself wondering why his first instinct had been to mentally tidy up someone else’s room.

Just what kind of unreasonable thought process was that?

Then his attention shifted toward the bed.

Killian’s first thought was that, ah, Jax must be in the bathroom.

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