The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1173

Chapter 1173: Buddy System

Well, at least that had been their opinion.

Like riiiight up until about three minutes ago, when they came to the deeply frustrating realization that they were apparently talking to an idiot.

What kind of impenetrable wall was this?

How could someone be so stubborn that he couldn’t even be persuaded to look them in the eye?

The twins exchanged the briefest of glances.

That alone was enough.

In perfect unison, their expressions melted into something far softer. Their lashes fluttered delicately, faint smiles touched their lips, and when they spoke again, even their voices had taken on a quiet warmth, tinged with just enough vulnerability to tug at anyone’s heart. They leaned forward ever so slightly, silently inviting Owen to raise his eyes and meet theirs.

"Oh, my... we truly hope we aren’t making you uncomfortable, Young Lord Owen," Cyrion said softly as he took a careful step closer.

"I’m fine," Owen replied.

He continued staring with complete concentration at what had suddenly become a very interesting section of the restroom ceiling.

"We somehow don’t believe that’s the case," Lyrian sighed, tilting his head with a perfectly practiced expression of melancholy. "After all... you won’t even look at us."

Normally that was all it would have taken. Actually, in most cases, just breathing and existing would’ve been enough to draw attention to their faces. Unfortunately...

That strategy didn’t work for this kid either.

Owen Mylor was simply too tall.

Their subtle changes in posture only resulted in him lifting his chin even higher, all while remaining firmly rooted in his own perfectly sound logic.

"Your Highnesses, as per etiquette," he explained earnestly, "I really shouldn’t stare directly at members of any royal family. Actually... I should probably get going now. You likely came here because you wanted some privacy."

The twins felt the corners of their smiles twitch.

Just what was wrong with the people of the Empire?

Still, years of training prevailed, so their pleasant expressions never truly slipped.

Instead, they quietly moved together, subtly positioning themselves to keep Owen boxed in while the unfortunate influencer desperately searched for an opening, twisting and sidestepping with surprising agility for someone his size.

To his credit, he managed to evade them for quite a while, channeling the evasion techniques of a determined slinky snake.

Eventually, however, Cyrion, the more hot-headed twin, lost patience.

If subtlety wasn’t enough and he kept on clinging to the rules of etiquette, then he’d simply have to force the matter.

He let out a soft gasp.

His footing suddenly "slipped."

The Aerun prince dramatically pitched himself forward, intending to fall straight into Owen’s arms and finally force the elusive eye contact he’d been chasing all this time.

A classic move.

Straight out of a terribly written romance.

Only—

Toink!

Instead of colliding with Owen’s chest, Cyrion abruptly stopped halfway through the fall, suspended awkwardly in midair as though he’d crashed into an invisible wall.

It took them a moment to make sense of what had just happened.

He’d actually hit a solid spiritual barrier.

The twins froze.

"?!"

Only after several bewildered blinks did they finally register the two figures now standing by the restroom entrance.

Killian Nox.

And directly behind him...

A considerably taller redhead.

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Now, this absurd sight really wasn’t helping the already stressful day of one Chief of Staff.

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