The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1199

Chapter 1199: The Important Work

May the heavens help them in their time of dire need...

Because oh boy, that rascal did not just say that.

Ah, but he did. Just a beat ago. And all while looking right at him.

"..."

"..."

There was truly no better time to power down than at that very instance.

Killian slowly closed his eyes, genuinely entertaining the thought that perhaps if he could no longer see what was happening, reality might graciously decide to undo the last few seconds. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to snatch the ridiculous sleeping mask off Luca’s head and wear it himself. In fact, he was beginning to think carrying one around for emergencies might not be such a bad idea.

Unfortunately, the snatching part wasn’t really an option.

For all he knew, taking the mask off Luca would only result in another catastrophe, and besides, this entire interrogation had started because he’d been the first to insist on getting a proper explanation.

Really, he only had himself to blame.

Then again, perhaps he should’ve been more concerned by the fact that he wasn’t entirely angry. If anything, beneath all the embarrassment was the faintest trace of pride.

What exactly did that say about him and his moral standards?

Thankfully, before he had to respond, his younger brother’s wife finally reached his breaking point. Having bottled up his opinions for what was apparently an unbearable amount of time, the blonde exploded in righteous indignation.

"Yeah! You tell him!" Ollie declared, sounding genuinely supportive. "Brother-in-law may frown a lot, but honestly speaking, he’s only old at heart!"

The supposedly perpetually frowny Nox snapped his head toward the blonde.

That gremlin was genuinely testing the limits of how deep a grave one man could dig for another. Killian looked every bit like an older brother resisting the overwhelming urge to smack an insufferable younger sibling upside the head.

Unfortunately, he was still technically on duty.

So instead of acting on the impulse, Killian merely narrowed his eyes at Ollie, who’d already hidden himself behind Kyle, and silently promised that divine retribution would be arriving at a later date.

Off to the side, Xavier—the self-proclaimed rational one—decided that if they allowed this conversation to continue, they were never getting back on topic.

So he eventually asked, "But how did the two of you conclude that, out of every possible option, confronting them head-on was the best approach?"

Ordinarily, Xavier wouldn’t have needed to ask a question like that because most people followed reasoning he could more or less understand.

Luca and Jax, however, had repeatedly demonstrated that their thought processes obeyed an entirely different set of natural laws. Because of that, he genuinely wanted to know what sequence of mental gymnastics had led them to that conclusion so that maybe, just maybe, he’d have some chance of predicting what they would do next time.

As it turned out, there hadn’t been much gymnastics involved.

Just an alarming willingness to dive headfirst.

"So you’re saying it simply felt right?"

"Yes!" Jax answered without hesitation. "That’s always step one for me. Because why would I do something that feels wrong?"

The room fell silent.

Several people visibly inhaled.

The Imperial Prince who was certainly one of Jax’s best friends knew more than most that he likely meant it literally. But to learn that his unusual instincts even worked to this extent was really a whole other thing. He couldn’t help but feel some sort of sympathy for everyone who would dare cross Jax’s path.

If only they could prosecute based on gut feeling then this whole thing would be over before things could even start.

Though at this point, no one even bothered voicing their thoughts aloud. For the sake of their own sanity, most of them had quietly accepted that whatever strange intuition Jax possessed might as well have been a second bloodline ability.

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