The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1142

Chapter 1142: Vaguely Illegal

If one were ever to wonder what it’d be like to let out a sigh deep enough to empty an entire lifetime’s worth of regrets, then there’d really be no need to look any further, because Killian Nox woke up doing exactly that.

Okay, not an accurate depiction of what had happened, because it went more like this:

To be fair, the first few seconds of his regained consciousness were instead devoted to opening his eyes, discovering that they were still attached to his head, cautiously pinching his own cheek to verify that reality was, regrettably, still functioning as intended, and finally arriving at the deeply unfortunate conclusion that none of what had happened earlier had been a dream after all.

He was lying in a familiar medical bay bed.

Still wearing the exact same pajamas.

"..."

Killian moved like a man whose soul had yet to receive permission to return to his body.

Slowly, painstakingly, he pushed himself upright before reaching for his own hair with both hands, grabbing at it as though he were only one mildly inconvenient revelation away from complete insanity.

Now...

Did he sigh after that?

Ah.

Not quite yet.

Because before he could properly contemplate his life choices, formulate some sort of apology, devise a plan for repentance, or even settle on what kind of penance would be appropriate for whatever cosmic crime he’d apparently committed, he absentmindedly turned his head.

Only to jolt in surprise.

Standing near the doorway was Jax.

The redhead had apparently just returned, dressed in comfortable loungewear with a towel draped around his neck. One hand casually held the edge of the towel as he patiently dried his damp hair the old-fashioned way instead of using a dryer. Then again, considering there was still a Queen Bee happily (hopefully) gestating atop his head, manually drying it was probably the safer option.

At that point, Killian naturally assumed he knew exactly how the conversation would go.

Jax would probably say something like, "Oh, you’re awake."

Or perhaps, "Let me get the others."

As someone who was once a repeat patient and was relatively versed with what that was like, Killian had already decided he’d simply cut straight through the pleasantries, reassure the redhead that he was perfectly fine, and ask him to sit down so he could apologize before discussing what he felt was going to be monumental.

So he did exactly as planned.

"I’m fine, there’s no need to—"

The words stopped midway.

Not because Jax interrupted him.

The redhead hadn’t actually said a single thing.

But somehow, in that brief span of time when he blinked his confusion away, the redhead had already crossed the room and was now kneeling on the floor in front of the bed.

"...???"

To say Killian was surprised would’ve been a tremendous understatement.

That reaction hadn’t appeared anywhere in the conversation he’d painstakingly rehearsed inside his own head.

Unfortunately, what came next made even less sense.

"Damn! I’m really sorry!" Jax blurted out in one breath. "It’s because I’ve lost definition, isn’t it? They’ve been telling me not to do physically intensive activities lately, and I haven’t even been allowed to do sit-ups or push-ups, let alone lift weights...!"

Killian stared.

Sit-ups?

Definition?

Weights?

The young official listened to the stream of increasingly earnest self-reflection with complete bewilderment, wondering exactly how they had arrived at this point.

Who knew how long it took, but it was probably only after some asteroid struck somewhere out in space that the patient, who’d been sitting there in stunned silence ever since waking up, finally found his tongue.

"Wait a minute!" he blurted out. "What are you even talking about?! And why are you even kneeling?!"

Jax looked up at him with an expression so genuinely apologetic that it almost made Killian question whether he’d somehow missed several hours of conversation.

"About earlier," the redhead answered earnestly. "I was trying to apologize for earlier."

"What?!" Killian stared at him in disbelief, putting particular emphasis on his next words. "Why are you apologizing?"

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