The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1233

Chapter 1233: Divide and Question

Naturally, there was no way someone as prideful as Cyrion Luxastra would simply accept this wildly inappropriate treatment toward a member of such a prominent royal family.

As such, the monitoring screens were soon filled with the Aerun Prince’s indignation as he repeatedly insisted upon his innocence and threatened to make sure his family heard every last detail about how the Empire had treated him.

Those watching from the other side couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of upbringing someone needed to have to sit there so confidently, still believing that his parents would swoop in and rescue him once they learned what had happened.

Especially when those same people were probably the first ones who’d drop the twins the moment any untoward information started leaking out.

Thinking about it like that, maybe the two brothers currently being held in separate rooms were actually a little pitiful.

Deputy Officer Curtis had just started entertaining that thought when the very same Aerun Prince managed to grab every ounce of pity he’d earned and chuck it straight out the proverbial window with one hair-raising laugh.

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"Confirm the statement of his twin brother?"

Cyrion scoffed internally.

Had he actually heard that particular string of words correctly?

For a moment, the Aerun Prince looked catastrophically stunned. His eyes widened with what appeared to be genuine shock, while his lips trembled with such perfect distress that, had a few of their devoted fans been there to witness it, they probably would’ve rushed forward to comfort their beloved idol after seeing him receive such unexpected news.

But that lasted all of five pitiful seconds.

Because like a seasoned actor, or perhaps simply a deranged individual, Cyrion barely managed to reel in his amusement before rolling his eyes and letting out a disbelieving laugh.

"Ha... HAHAHAHA! Oh, goodness me!"

It wasn’t even the uncertain laughter of someone desperately trying to convince himself that what he’d heard couldn’t possibly be true.

No.

The supposedly delicate Aerun practically cackled with such blatant mockery that anyone listening would’ve thought the interrogator had just told him the most ridiculous joke in the universe.

Did they seriously think he’d fall for something that cheap?

What an absolute joke!

In Cyrion’s mind, the man would’ve had an easier time convincing him that their own parents had sold him out.

But Lyrian?

His twin brother?

The person who’d been beside him practically since conception?

There was no way.

So the proud Aerun giggled openly and derisively, thoroughly convinced that whoever the Empire had sent to interrogate him must’ve been an idiot if he genuinely expected such an obvious trick to work.

"Dear, you’re still wet behind the ears, aren’t you? If you thought something like that would work on me, then you have a lot coming for you."

Then, as though genuinely grateful for the entertainment, he added with another amused chuckle, "Ah, but thank you for that. I haven’t laughed this much in a long time!"

By that point, Cyrion was so genuinely confident that practically all pretense had fallen away. There was no carefully maintained vulnerability or delicate distress left in his expression anymore, only blatant amusement at the poor fool sitting across from him.

Yet instead of becoming frazzled or even remotely bothered by Cyrion’s calculated reaction, the man merely shrugged.

"I see. If that’s how you’d like to take it, then so be it. It’s no problem," Uno, who had actually volunteered to conduct the interrogation, replied casually. "We don’t really have to send both of you back, anyway."

The amusement on the Aerun Prince’s face faltered.

But the man across from him simply continued as though he hadn’t noticed the slightest change, much less cared about it.

"We might even be doing your kingdom a favor. That way, they won’t have quite as much to be wary of anymore."

"!"

Cyrion visibly flinched.

This time, the reaction went far beyond a momentary crack in his expression. His entire body jolted against the chair before he could stop himself.

"We can’t exactly have you using that again, can we?"

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