The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1275

Chapter 1275: Certain Sacrifices

"What?!"

Ollie’s padded fingers immediately shot into the air.

The blonde began frantically counting with them, which proved unnecessarily difficult when the ridiculous protective suit made even separating his fingers into recognizable numbers look like a complicated task.

"Wait! What do you mean we need to be in school in, like, three days and then be there for an entire week?!"

Now, any student who actually attended classes regularly, which was technically supposed to mean every weekday, would’ve probably wanted to strangle the blonde after hearing that particular complaint.

After all, Oliver Mylor barely even saw the shadow of their school gates!

Unfortunately, in this particular case, Ollie’s concern had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to play truant.

No. At least not this time.

He actually had a very valid reason for his current outburst.

The blonde was considerably more worried about accidentally sending one of his classmates to meet their ancestors several decades ahead of schedule!

"How am I supposed to go to school like this?!" Ollie cried, gesturing helplessly at his only temporarily discharged self. "Can’t this be considered a valid reason to skip?!"

Before anyone could answer, however, an unexpected voice calmly joined the conversation.

"But Lord Ollie..."

Everyone turned toward Butler Gary.

The older man had been quietly listening from the side, as usual, remaining attentive in case anyone required his assistance. And while he normally wouldn’t dare intrude on the youngsters’ conversations, as someone who’d once gone out of his way to obtain his Young Lord’s academic calendar and class schedule, he might actually have something worthwhile to contribute this time around.

His expression remained perfectly composed.

"While the Academy might indeed exempt you from this particular activity, considering you’ve technically already obtained your professional license and are only continuing your enrollment for the sake of formality..."

Ollie’s expression slowly brightened.

Yes!

Exactly!

See?!

Finally, someone understood!

Then Butler Gary finished his sentence.

"Would you truly be all right with missing the field trip?"

Silence.

Absolute silence.

For several seconds, the butler’s calm question might as well have been a bomb being dropped directly into the middle of the room.

And then it detonated.

"F-FIELD TRIP?!"

Several people practically shot to their feet at the exact same time, their voices combining into one horrified yet strangely excited screech.

Even Luca’s earlier fear of being formally summoned to school disappeared almost instantly.

Because apparently, nobody had thought to mention the most important part!

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As if responding to some invisible command, one Orcish Princess, one wrapped and thoroughly fried spring roll, and one practically part-time student but full-time dungeon owner immediately snapped to attention!

"!"

Butler Gary might as well have mentioned food, Corruption Points, or Star Coins with how quickly the three reacted.

Field trip?!

Field trip.

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