The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1240

Chapter 1240: Civic Duty

Ah, how they all would’ve loved for that much wishful thinking to actually come true!

Regrettably for one intensely in-demand group, however, they barely had any time to enjoy any semblance of peace when even a single night’s rest already felt like something they’d borrowed and would eventually have to pay back with interest.

Not even counting everyone who now had some serious thinking, planning, and probably praying to do after realizing they needed miracles on top of several extremely expensive overhauls, there were plenty of people who’d spent the night occupied with surveillance, security, research, and everything else that couldn’t simply be shoved aside until morning.

Then again, there were also those who’d genuinely wanted to stay up but simply couldn’t.

One Oliver Mylor, for example, would like to argue that he’d barely even blinked before the rest and recreation he’d fought so hard to obtain disappeared right before his eyes.

Prior to any part of his body coming into contact with a bed, the newly licensed mechanic had made several very passionate declarations about all the things he intended to do now that he was officially a free man with a career secured ahead of him.

He’d even proudly informed his husband to prepare himself for a lawless night.

Unfortunately, the moment his dedicated human stroller managed to carry him into their shared room, the supposed menace to society was already knocked out cold.

So much for a night of debauchery!

And naturally, Ollie made sure to complain about this great injustice to his good brother the next morning.

"My free time just poofed away!"

The blonde looked genuinely aggrieved as he lamented the loss, treating it like the greatest tragedy he’d experienced since discovering that square pizzas had apparently existed for years and he’d simply learned about them far too late.

Luca, who’d been walking beside him toward breakfast, listened sympathetically as his good brother continued mourning everything he’d apparently planned to accomplish during those precious unconscious hours.

It was only after another round of complaints that Ollie finally noticed something different.

Or rather, something missing.

"Hey, where’re your glasses?"

Luca stopped.

The blonde glanced at his face again before casually asking, "Did you forget them?"

"!"

To Ollie’s surprise, his saintly brother practically flinched as though he’d just been caught red-handed doing something extremely suspicious.

"No! But I swear I hid it well!"

"?"

Several people who’d already been seated for breakfast immediately looked up as the Kyros heir froze in place.

Only then did he seem to realize that he’d practically shouted his incredibly suspicious defense across the room without anyone actually accusing him of anything.

His face immediately flushed.

"Ahem."

The golden-eyed cadet awkwardly cleared his throat, desperately attempting to recover whatever innocence he’d just thrown straight out the window.

Meanwhile, Ollie’s curiosity shot through the roof.

His eyes narrowed.

Instead of letting the matter go like any considerate friend probably would’ve done, the blonde slowly began slinking around Luca, inspecting him from different angles as though whatever horrifying secret his good brother was talking about might suddenly reveal itself if he stared hard enough.

"What’d you hide?"

"That! I hid that!"

"Huh? What do you mean? Are you saying you hid your glasses?"

Luca’s face grew even redder.

Finally, as though deciding it would be best to simply come clean, he straightened his back and declared with complete seriousness, "I don’t need to wear something so dangerous anymore, brother!"

"Eh?"

Ollie’s little hair antenna practically boinked to the side.

Dangerous?

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