The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Prototypes

Now, how could word not spread about this insane news when the Duke was practically skipping down the halls?

Yes. Skipping.

And with several dramatic twirls, the joyful father managed to enter the training hall to find the next victims.

Heads turned. Necks craned.

He undoubtedly attracted attention, and Duchess Amelia had to finally stop him from spinning like a top.

"Have you gone mad? What’s happening?"

"Me? Mad?! AHAHAHAHA! My dearest wife! The weather is glorious! My bones feel twenty years younger! And this father—this humble papa—is simply having the best day of his life!" Laughed the Duke, as he stood in a distinct fighting stance.

Amelia looked him up and down.

"Where is our son?" she asked darkly. "Did you take him somewhere again?"

"What?! Of course not! What do you take me for?! As a supportive father, I would of course support him in all his endeavors! And would be proud of his achievements!"

"A repeat offender."

"I—!!" He clutched his chest. "That hurts, Lia."

Duchess Amelia’s eyes narrowed, wanting to strangle the man so he’d cut to the chase. "Spit it out. What are you up to this time?!"

"You! How could you think like that! I’m up to nothing! I didn’t ask him for anything! It’s my precious son who said he was going to make something for me! His Papa! Hohohoho!"

"???"

"What is he making for you?" Threatened the duchess, who was at her wits’ end.

"A mecha." He said with a big smile, one that for a moment reminded the Duchess about how his son was a mini-me of this guy.

But then the superimposition was but a fleeting moment as the Duchess finally realized what her husband had just said.

"A what?!" She looked incredulous.

"My own custom mecha, personally made by the best son!"

A declaration. That was what it sounded like; for the Duchess and everyone else who heard those words, it ended up being hyper-focused on the new public enemy number one.

Duke Leander Kyros.

But thankfully, the Duke, whose upturned nose could reach the heavens, realized that there were just too many bodies to dispose of. So he finally relayed his purpose in coming to the training hall.

He wasn’t just there to gloat; he was there to gloat and recruit volunteers. Dual purpose. After all, one must have a reason for survival when going to the beast’s lair.

"Ehem!" He cleared out his throat, all serious now, "Honey, our son is in need of three A-class mecha pilots for testing of the prototypes. He needs three of them today, so I’m looking for volunteers."

And that was how every A-class pilot’s hand ended up being raised for a wild chance at being selected.

If only it stopped there.

Obviously, it didn’t.

Because now the entire training hall was packed with burly soldiers trying to look small and harmless and desperately eager.

Even those clearly not A-class were throwing themselves in, just in case the requirements got "adjusted."

Everyone wanted a peek.

A chance.

After all, these were the mechas they would hopefully get to pilot if they were any good, right?

Wrong. For apparently, these were the mechas they would get to pilot just because they were somehow lucky enough to be loyal to the House of Kyros.

When the news first broke out, several mecha pilots had to look for the nearest walls to keep them steady.

Because this was basically unheard of.

See, soldiers in the Empire of Solaris are under Imperial command, regardless of their status. As a result, even those led by the respective houses would utilize the standard Imperial mechas unless they were capable of equipping themselves with something better.

And more often than not, these individuals who use custom mechas do so because they can afford it, or they were skilled enough to receive a custom one from the military or their backers.

But to discover that their young lord was intending to replace not only the officer’s mechas but also the base models was something they didn’t account for.

So the new mechas weren’t just for the elite.

Not just for himself.

Testing.

He already had something to test?!

Surely, the Duke meant a part, right?

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