The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1177

Chapter 1177: Front-Row Seat

From the stands, Kyle wore an easygoing smirk as he waved at his little star, who looked visibly touched by the promise of food and affection waiting for him once the examination was over.

In hindsight, he had briefly questioned whether wearing the apron had been a step too far. But considering the planet hadn’t imploded after the stunt he’d just pulled, he decided it had been well worth it after seeing how quickly his initially anxious mop had brightened.

Now all Kyle had to do was pretend not to notice the questioning look his own superior kept sending his way.

Honestly, Xavier had no right to judge, not when he himself carried around an even more scandalous thing.

But before they could even jab at each other, everyone noticed Jax and Killian finally returning, with Owen walking just ahead of them, his expression seemingly changing with every step.

"...?"

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However, it wasn’t just those already seated who were confused.

The instant Killian and Jax took in the scene after reaching their designated area, the atmosphere around their group froze.

There was Kyle.

Still hopelessly wearing a kitchen apron, thankfully on top of actual clothes.

Then there was Luca, half-standing and half-sitting beside Xavier, the two of them holding up that completely indescribable signboard for the entire arena to admire.

Nobody spoke.

Kyle looked at Killian.

Xavier looked at Killian.

Killian looked back at them.

Then, in perfect unspoken coordination, Kyle and Xavier slowly raised their brows.

The message couldn’t have been clearer.

Say one word.

Just one.

If we’re going down...

We’re all going down together.

Killian immediately decided silence was the wiser option.

Especially after following their gaze and realizing they were both pointedly looking at the hand Jax had unconsciously and leisurely clung around his waist.

"..."

Right.

Perhaps today wasn’t the day to criticize anyone else’s life choices.

Unfortunately, one golden-eyed cadet had once again failed to receive the silent memo.

Still enthusiastically waving both arms at Ollie, he finally noticed the newcomers and immediately brightened.

"Oh! You’re all finally back!" he said happily. "Where’d you all go? You almost missed the opening!"

Surprisingly—or maybe not—Owen, who seemed to be the unilateral victim, reacted as though he’d just been accused of a serious crime.

The giant instantly threw both hands into the air.

"The restroom!" he blurted out. "I didn’t do anything!"

"Eh?"

Everyone turned to look at him, thoroughly confused by both the answer and the alarming amount of innocence packed into that declaration.

Growing worried, Luca realized Owen sounded oddly defensive, tilted his head, and glanced toward the newcomers making their way to their seats.

"Is something wrong with the restroom?" he asked innocently, imagining the most random situations.

The much taller blond shook his head as fast as he could, not wanting to tattle when so many people seemed invested in their conversation.

Jax, who had just settled into the row before his other guildmates, turned to give his account after seeing Owen’s reaction.

"Hmm... I don’t think so," he replied easily. "Nothing about the actual restroom seemed strange to me."

Luca blinked.

"Oh, well..." he said. "I only asked because Big Brother Killian looks unusually feverish."

Almost immediately, everyone’s attention shifted toward the Chief of Staff.

Unfortunately for him, his face had only just begun returning to its normal color.

Now, after Luca’s completely uncalled for observation, the heat he really didn’t need in that moment rushed right back.

His ears burned.

His neck followed.

Even his cheeks betrayed him, flushing so thoroughly that he genuinely looked as though he might’ve come down with a fever.

"..."

"..."

Times like that, he genuinely wondered why the ground wouldn’t just open. Just once.

But then suddenly—

With a long-suffering sigh, and his eyes still closed as if to collect himself, Killian raised a hand without so much as glancing in Jax’s direction and planted it squarely against the redhead’s face, stopping the inevitable attempt to lean closer before it even began.

It happened so quickly and so naturally that even he seemed unaware he’d done it.

The redhead blinked behind the hand covering his eyes.

Meanwhile, Killian straightened his back, forcing the sort of professional smile that would’ve been perfectly convincing had the rest of him not been visibly overheating.

"I’m fine," he said smoothly. "It’s just a little warm after walking around all morning."

"...?"

Then, before anyone could question him further, the older Nox immediately turned to Luca.

"I’ll hold the bottom end of the sign up."

Several people exchanged knowing looks. In fact, one Orc Princess who had been eerily silent just a few seats over had been restrained moments ago for fear of creating an unintended scene. But because her mouth had been sealed, her ears and eyes were even sharper than usual.

At this point, only Luca looked genuinely delighted.

He simply assumed the ever-so-responsible Killian wanted to help cheer for Ollie.

What a really nice brother-in-law he was!

Clearly with ulterior and self-saving intentions, said Killian accepted the giant signboard with far more gratitude than anyone realized. Raising one corner high enough to shield himself, he quietly disappeared beneath the aggressively heartfelt creation just as another wave of cheers swept through the arena.

The introductions had begun.

Master Mechanic Colton’s name echoed throughout the stadium first, followed by one prestigious judge after another as thunderous applause rolled across the stands.

More importantly, since when did he have an expression like that?

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