The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Mock Exam Mayhem

"39%."

"45%."

"33%."

"27%, 55%, 61%, 74%."

Wham!

Everyone flinched as Kyle slammed his hand on the table.

But more than anyone else, it was Kyle himself who looked like he was about to develop a debilitating headache. The normally composed adjutant pinched the bridge of his nose and let out the most tired sigh this makeshift classroom had ever heard.

"Just how—how—are you all scoring like this when the actual exam is in three days?" he asked, his voice trembling on the edge of disbelief.

He gestured toward the glowing projections on the holoboard. "The closest person to passing is Ada! And even then, she only got a 74!"

The students winced collectively.

"Guys!" Kyle looked personally betrayed. "She’s an Orc! And while they need to learn the history of the Empire, how is it possible that she could score much higher than people actually attempting to serve the Empire’s military?!"

He paused and glanced at specific names. Luca, Noah, Theo...

Okay, maybe he understood those ones.

After all, Luca hadn’t even heard of the Empire of Solaris until a few months ago, and Noah and Theo came from commoner backgrounds where memorizing the lineage of noble houses wasn’t exactly a survival skill.

Still, Luca’s 61% was impressive in that context. Alarming—but impressive.

From across the room, Jax raised his hand like he was about to deliver an important national announcement.

"You should know I can’t really use my skills on a mock exam," he declared confidently. "I only work my magic when it’s the real thing!"

The temporary lecturer wanted to gut him, but knew that this was practically a fact, or else, how could that guy have gotten to this point?

Princess Kira, sitting nearby, made popping sounds from her lips. Pop! "These noble names are like eighty syllables long. Why would anyone want to memorize a family tree that sounds like a witch’s curse?"

Kyle resisted the urge to scream.

And then there was Ollie.

The blonde had gotten almost every name correct.

Which should’ve been a win, except he also managed to pick the most underhanded, suspiciously wrong but actually factual answers for anything that didn’t involve names. It was just that they weren’t the correct answers according to the historical texts. After all, who wants to be written up for death by a spoon?

"Brother," Luca whispered from the side, leaning toward Ollie. "Why did you put down ’political assassination by a spoon’ for the cause of one of the earliest emperors’ first abdication?"

Ollie frowned. "Because that’s what Uncle said during the party last year."

"Really?"

"Yes, really..." then proceeded to murmur just what kind of spoon was used.

Kyle dragged his hand down his face.

This was going to be a long week.

But he wasn’t the only one who probably needed a strong drink. Because, for some reason, it was like his good brother had an apprentice who was just as terrifying and as dubious when it came to studying.

Kyle.

By the fourth hour of oral reviews, the blonde mechanic’s lower lip had begun to tremble with concerning frequency. His eyes were watery, his cheeks puffed up in indignation, and his brows had knit themselves together like a sweater unraveling midwinter.

Across from him, the usually amused guy who carried him everywhere stood tall, tablet in hand, wearing the face of a military instructor condemned to teach a class of sleeping cats.

And then—finally, mercifully—Kyle’s terminal pinged.

"I have to take this," he muttered, stepping out of the room.

The wrecked blonde watched him go with a desperation usually reserved for drama finales. And once the door shut?

He broke.

"I can’t do it anymore!" Ollie practically wailed, slumping over the desk like a fallen starfish. "He’s so intense! Why is he like this?!"

Princess Kira tilted her head. "Like what?"

"Like that! Like that!" Ollie gestured vaguely in all directions. "Does he always glare like he’s calculating your probability of survival based on your typing speed?!"

The princess tilted her head thoughtfully. "Huh? Isn’t that just normal, Kyle? Actually...he’s nicer now."

Ollie lifted his head slowly, like a ghost realizing it hadn’t passed on. "What do you mean, nicer?"

"He’s a demon every morning," Princess Kira said matter-of-factly. "We call it the Dawn of Death Hour."

Jax leaned over from his spot, nodding solemnly. "Even when the Captain isn’t around, you can’t relax. Kyle will find you."

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