The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165: The Great Beyond

"Hey, um... they’re not dead, right?"

Ollie’s voice carried an equal mix of concern and a smidgen of guilt as he stared at the two unconscious figures occupying neighboring medical bay beds.

Kyle, the automatic accomplice by relations, first leaned over Jax, then over his older brother, casually lifting one eyelid after the other with the ease of someone who’d apparently seen enough nonsense in his lifetime that this no longer ranked particularly high on the list.

After a moment’s inspection, he simply shrugged.

"Still alive," Kyle reported after a quick inspection. Straightening up, he added in the same matter-of-fact tone, "Though, for safety, you might want to hide out before they wake up... and for about an hour afterward. I’ll try negotiating with tonight’s dessert, but depending on the size of those bumps, there’s a reasonable chance it won’t work."

"!!!"

The blonde immediately flung both hands into the air in utter horror.

"Hey! I only made a suggestion!" he cried, sounding like history’s most unjustly accused culprit. "I was thinking something along the lines of medicine! Maybe a nice drink! A nap! Not... not launching them into the great beyond with express shipping!"

The rightfully normally bright lighthouse whirled toward the two unconscious victims before pointing at them with enough panic to power a small city.

"No one else was giving other suggestions! If there had been any, as there absolutely should’ve been, then there would have been at least three more terrible ideas before we ever got to mine!"

He turned back to Kyle with the expression of someone desperately appealing to the court of public opinion.

"I swear, my conscience specifically objected to murder!"

Not that it didn’t work on his already hopelessly biased husband, but from the comfort of someone’s rather safe sea of consciousness, one guardian mecha would’ve liked to remind everyone that this was the very same individual who had nearly obliterated the Empire’s one and only Imperial Crown Prince.

He merely wished to present the facts.

What everyone chose to do with them afterward was entirely their own business.

Meanwhile, just as Ollie flailed about, insisting on his innocence, Princess Kira remained completely unbothered, wearing the expression of someone who couldn’t possibly understand what all the fuss was about.

"What?" she asked with a small shrug. "It worked, didn’t it?"

Well, to the blonde’s horror, it actually definitely did.

Though somewhere beneath the blissful darkness of unconsciousness, one Chief of Staff who’d thoroughly had it with the universe probably would’ve rolled his eyes all the way to the moon before muttering, "Well, since everyone seems so convinced it works, why don’t they volunteer to experience it themselves?"

Of course, saying any of that would’ve required functioning legs and a brain that didn’t currently resemble warm porridge. Unfortunately, he was rather lacking in both.

It was, however, a brief reprieve for the increasingly worried blonde, who ultimately decided that staying close to his beloved sworn brother was probably the safest course of action in the event his own husband failed to negotiate an amicable settlement.

In the end, though, the concern proved unnecessary.

Neither Killian nor Jax showed the slightest sign of waking anytime soon, their thoroughly overworked minds apparently deciding that consciousness could wait until they recovered enough to process whatever in the world they’d just experienced.

Because apparently...

While everyone else received shinier feathers, sturdier horns, plumper bodies, or even the miraculous ability to cultivate mushrooms...

The little Queen Bee had unknowingly brought back a big something for her parentals.

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Save for the occasional buzzing and the soft flutter of tiny wings, the medical bay remained pleasantly quiet, with no frantic alarms or persistent beeping to suggest anyone had suffered lasting damage.

Emotionally speaking, however...

There was definitely a growing sense of vindictiveness brewing beneath one Chief of Staff’s otherwise composed exterior, one that’d likely culminate in certain people mysteriously losing their dessert privileges for the next three days.

Anyway...

The most prominent sound inside the room soon became the Imperial Crown Prince’s voice.

"A hive mind?"

"Yeah... or something like that," Killian answered, still trying to piece together what’d actually happened. He glanced toward Jax, who seemed completely unaffected by the earlier catastrophe and was currently rubbing noses with the little Queen Bee, who happily buzzed back at him as though she hadn’t nearly sent her parents straight back into unconsciousness.

Xavier raised a brow.

That ’something like that’ clearly wasn’t going to satisfy him.

"More?" Marquise Evelyn immediately caught that single word. "And... ’before?’"

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