The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1175

Chapter 1175: A Joke

Jax blinked, then immediately seized the opportunity.

"Oh!" he said, glancing toward the doorway. "Look at the time. Owen, we’d better get going. Ollie’s probably already wondering where we are."

"Ah! Right!"

Owen, the huge and unexpected fly on the wall—who suddenly remembered that he wasn’t watching from behind some screen and was actually physically present—nodded almost frantically.

If there’d ever been a perfect excuse to escape this suffocating atmosphere, then this was undoubtedly it.

Unfortunately, the twins had no intention of letting them leave so easily.

Lyrian stepped forward, the pleasant smile on his face thinning just enough to betray a crack beneath it.

"Lord Killian," he said smoothly, "surely you aren’t planning to simply leave after... such an exhibition?"

Still holding Jax’s hand over his face, said cursed person with that godforsaken name finally found his voice.

He drew a slow breath before speaking in the calm, measured cadence expected of the Empire’s Chief of Staff.

"Your Highnesses," he replied evenly, his voice slightly muffled beneath the hand covering his eyes, "I wish to apologize for any unintended discourtesy. However, considering the demands upon your schedule, may I ask whether you’re quite certain this is how you’d like to spend the opening of today’s examination?"

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

He never mentioned Oliver Mylor, nor the advantages they stood to lose with every passing second they remained there.

Nor did he mention the lengths the Aeruns, together with the other factions, had gone to in order to orchestrate this very moment in the hope of extracting information.

He merely asked a question.

The implication, however, was impossible to miss.

Was standing inside a restroom demanding explanations truly worth missing even a single moment of the very reason they’d scrambled so hard to attend?

The question struck exactly where it should.

House Luxastra hadn’t gone through countless negotiations and favors just to secure those coveted tickets for nothing.

Sure, the princes wanted to make connections with Killian, but there was an even bigger task at hand. And missing the beginning would undermine the entire purpose of coming.

Cyrion’s jaw tightened.

His expression briefly twisted into something dangerously close to anger before he forcibly reshaped it into wounded indignation. Even so, the glare he directed at the pair who had courteously given way, as though their departure were already a foregone conclusion, was utterly devoid of its usual practiced gentleness.

Lyrian lingered only a heartbeat longer.

His eyes settled quietly on Jax, thoughtful and unreadable, before he turned and followed his brother out of the restroom without another word.

Only after the twins disappeared did Owen finally remember to breathe.

He looked between Killian and Jax, his face a bewildering mixture of concern, confusion, and enough curiosity to fill an encyclopedia. Whatever had just happened between those two, he desperately wanted an explanation.

Unfortunately for his curiosity, he’d also just been handed the perfect opportunity to escape. It was one thing to witness everything as an almost invisible bystander, but quite another to remain the only other person standing in that restroom.

So, deciding that discretion was the better part of not accidentally getting caught in... whatever that had been, he did the only sensible thing he could think of.

"See you guys out there!"

The words came out in one hurried breath before he slipped through the doorway and all but sprinted toward the arena, determined to cheer on his older brother while he still had the chance.

Maybe afterward, if the opportunity presented itself, he’d ask his older brother and the others about what in the world he’d just witnessed.

One thing was certain, though.

He absolutely wasn’t telling anyone with weaker souls.

Because he could’ve sworn that, for one terrifying moment, one of the chillest people he’d ever met had looked genuinely murderous. And he, the perfectly young and vigorous Owen Mylor who had an entire future ahead of him, was just not about that life.

Finally, the heavy restroom doors swung shut, leaving only the two of them.

Jax let out a quiet breath before slowly removing his hand from Killian’s eyes. The arm around the official’s waist loosened as well, giving him enough room to turn around.

The moment Killian faced him, he pointed a distressed finger straight at the redhead.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he demanded. "What was that supposed to be?! And what exactly was there to be jealous about?!"

The words left his mouth so quickly that he didn’t even realize what he’d confessed until the silence that followed.

Jax blinked.

"...Jealous?"

He looked genuinely confused.

"I wasn’t jealous."

He answered so naturally that Killian immediately felt the blood drain from his face before rushing right back.

Oh no.

He’d completely misunderstood.

"I..." Killian’s mouth opened and closed twice before he forced out, "That was obviously a joke."

He cleared his throat.

"I have no idea what you were thinking."

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