The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814: The Count’s Discovery

Grandchildren.

If it were just the fern, then yes, a grandchild. But Count Alexander was about ninety-nine percent certain that the whole place was basically a built-in venue for an immovable family reunion featuring the whole lot of their extremely great-grandchildren.

Unbelievable, right?

He thought so too.

Especially because he had also been shocked when he somehow found out.

It had started innocently enough, back when he was contracted to establish, test, and maintain the security of that place called the aquaponics complex.

Obviously he felt that the entire thing was very novel. Growing spiritual plants? How ambitious!

But during one of his routine weekly security reviews, Alexander noticed something odd. The feed showed the same rows of plants he had seen the week before.

Except that they were taller.

Fuller, and clearly growing.

Naturally, he ran additional checks. Cross-referenced timestamps. Verified sensor integrity. Everything came back clean.

The plants were real and thriving.

How amazing, right?

Of course, of course! But imagine the tech mogul’s surprise when he thought he was seeing a ghost because his son had just appeared inside the very same complex!

Now, that alone should not have been shocking. The complex belonged to the guild after all. Except for one small problem.

His son was supposed to be on Planet Nova. Not Planet Kyros.

Alexander checked the timestamp.

Checked the location.

Checked his son’s schedule.

Then for good measure, checked all of it again.

Perhaps Jax had used an Imperial jump point. It wasn’t impossible. Unlikely, but not impossible.

While he could have prodded even more, the Count had long established rules for what he should be checking. And he had never been one to track Jax’s every single movement.

Alexander exhaled and settled back into his seat, deciding not to overthink it.

That decision lasted approximately seven seconds.

Because his son did not just walk through the complex.

He stopped, crouched, and started tending to the plants.

No, actually, "tending" didn’t seem like the right word.

Jax flitted between rows like a busy yet hyper drone, hands moving carefully, checking leaves, adjusting growth trays. And then he started talking.

"???"

Alexander’s brow furrowed.

"...What?"

The audio feed was clear.

"Hey now," Jax said gently, crouching beside a cluster of vines. "No crowding! You all have plenty of space. Let your siblings breathe."

He moved to the next row.

"And you lot," he continued, tapping the side of a growth bed lightly, "share the light properly. I know you’re excited, but everyone should get their share, you can’t just do that."

Alexander stared, then noticed what his son had moved on to do.

Jax smiled at a budding plant.

"Oh," he said excitedly, genuinely delighted. "You did it."

He leaned closer.

"You’re the first ones to bear fruit," Jax said, pride unmistakable in his voice. "Good job! You must be very proud of yourselves!"

The count’s fingers went slack on the armrest as he watched his son continue, this time with utter seriousness.

"Good, good. You’ve done well like those in your lineage." he said after a moment of thought. "Hardening you guys off seemed to really help, no?"

He laughed.

"You know," he added fondly, "your great ancestor struggled a lot at first. Toto the first was very dramatic back then. And I almost couldn’t go on with the hardening because why would I expose my child to stressors like that?! But it had to be done. And now look at all of my grandchildren looking great because of that!"

Alexander stopped breathing.

He replayed the footage.

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

The words, the tone, the sincerity. None of that changed despite watching it so many times.

Child?

He really said child.

His son had just referred to them as grandchildren.

Alexander pressed a hand to his chest. There was nothing more unusual than seeing that boy consult words instead of simply feeling it out like he had done since he was born.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

Because the child who always preferred tagging along with everyone else was now positioned on top of the podium.

The podium.

Then Jax began issuing instructions?!

"Captain! Rotate that pot fifteen degrees," Jax said calmly. "The light angle here is slightly off."

Someone hesitated.

"Trust me," Jax added. "It matters. That child is very particular about lighting!"

The Imperial Crown Prince adjusted the pot.

The father didn’t think he would pass away this early, but it was definitely possible!

The count closed his eyes.

It was brief. He just needed to breathe.

When he opened them again, Jax was moving from plant to plant, hands gentle, voice soft.

"I know, I know," Jax murmured as he adjusted a leaf. "This father knows you’ve all suffered from being moved like this! From our house to this place, it must really be annoying."

Alexander stopped breathing.

"But if you grow well," Jax continued earnestly, "so many people will get to admire you. They’ll talk about your big leaves. Your beautiful flowers."

He smiled to himself.

"And what if my parents actually come?" he added quietly. "Wouldn’t that be the first time you meet your great-grandparents?"

Alexander’s soul attempted to exit his body.

"The what?" he whispered.

The who?

He stared at his son.

At the plants.

At the booth.

Now how could they not come?

It was just that, how should he explain things to his wife?