The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1191

Chapter 1191: The Beebriefing

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who was supposed to benefit, contrary to Master Quinn’s greatest fears, the twins responsible for the fiasco involving the supposedly possessed master mechanics weren’t exactly reaping the rewards they’d expected.

Having just returned from yet another rendezvous with their newly acquired puppets, the siblings gracefully inclined their heads toward the countless admirers greeting them along the way.

Outwardly, they appeared as elegant and composed as ever, but the faint tightness around their eyes betrayed the irritation they were trying so hard to hide.

The moment they were out of immediate earshot, the two unfolded their metallic fans and raised them over the lower halves of their faces. The specially crafted fans were more than mere accessories, serving to prevent those around them from overhearing their conversation while also shielding their lips from being read by spies and curious onlookers alike.

"Are you telling me they know absolutely nothing about that Mylor’s mecha?" Lyrian asked, his voice low with disbelief.

"No!"

"They’re useless," Cyrion hissed in frustration. "I’ve had to sit through endless yapping about blasting techniques, the lack of suitable alloys, the bets they’ve been making over what they think that blonde punk is building and what they assume it’s made from, but not a single thing our people didn’t already know."

"That can’t be right. Are you saying the cadet didn’t even clear the design with the association?"

"Yes! That’s exactly what I’ve been saying! They actually have no say over that guy’s build. If anything, the only useful thing we’ve learned is that the Empire doesn’t have nearly as tight a grip on its people as we’d assumed."

Ordinarily, that would’ve been valuable information.

Had they known before the Expo, quite a few of their plans could’ve been different. They might’ve chosen to quietly worm their way in instead of placing themselves under such an obvious spotlight.

Tsk.

Now, however, it was little more than confirmation of something most observant people had already begun suspecting.

Cyrion clicked his tongue, thoroughly dissatisfied with the amount of information they’d managed to gather considering everything they’d risked to obtain it. Beside him, Lyrian unconsciously bit at his thumb while weighing their remaining options.

They’d already gone this far.

Backing out now was no longer an option.

"And brother," Cyrion asked quietly, struggling to keep the panic from creeping into his eyes, "what do we do about that unruly mechanic? He ran off earlier. What if he actually tells someone about us?"

Lyrian considered the question for a moment.

"He can certainly try," he replied calmly. "But who would believe him?"

After all, there was hardly any evidence they’d done anything at all. Sure, they could be seen entering the masters’ lounge, but anyone with some sort of invitation was free to visit, especially before the day’s session began.

As for the masters’ sudden devotion to the two of them... even if every affected mechanic were subjected to every medical examination available, the results would come back perfectly normal. That certainty was precisely why they’d dared to use their ability in the first place.

Besides, how was anyone supposed to prove they’d manipulated something as subjective as interest?

With the reputation they enjoyed throughout the known universe, who would even think to question them and their widely-acknowledged appeal?

"If he speaks up," Lyrian continued, "he’ll only end up helping us."

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