The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840: A Willing Corner

"Sir, as you ordered, I am here to report on the complaints raised by the elites."

Rhys Corvan placed a hand over his chest as he spoke, posture straight and formal. His superior stood with his back to him, hands clasped behind him as he gazed through the wide window. Beyond the glass lay the sprawling structure of the ISEC, still bustling despite the time.

The Federation delegation had already returned to their accommodations earlier that evening. The official reason had been simple. Rest was required after the grueling interstellar travel.

The young elites who had accompanied them had understandably wanted to protest passionately. Right up until they remembered whose order it was.

After all, who would dare defy Cassian Veyra?

Rhys cleared his throat and continued.

"Sir, just as you expected, they were displeased. They initially wished to remain behind and could not understand why we were returning instead, especially when the primary purpose of our visit was for the Federation to gain access to those highly coveted goods."

A pause.

"They are also asking about the plan of action so they can prepare accordingly."

Silence followed.

Then Cassian spoke.

"And you?"

Rhys blinked.

"...Sir?"

Cassian didn’t turn around. His gaze remained fixed on the distant lights of the ISEC.

"What do you think about my decision to return instead of pushing to visit that booth?"

Rhys stiffened instantly.

He had wondered about the same thing. Of course he had. Anyone with eyes would have wondered. But wondering and voicing doubt were very different things.

"I apologize, Sir," Rhys said quickly, bowing his head. "I did have concerns about it. However, as your adjutant, I am well aware that you do nothing without reason."

A quiet sound left Cassian’s throat.

"Mn."

The respectful adjutant waited.

"The only way to see the full picture," Cassian said calmly, "is to avoid spooking the prey."

Rhys’s eyes widened slightly.

"Do you truly believe we would have learned even half of what we did today if their schedule had been dedicated to managing foreign pressure?" Cassian continued.

"And those children... So much for complaining when they had been watching the broadcast the whole tour."

He slightly turned from the window.

"Did they want to stand inside the hall for everyone to see? People wouldn’t even need to see what they were watching when those kids seemed incapable of schooling their own expressions."

Rhys swallowed.

"Then, Sir," he asked carefully, "what should we prepare for?"

Cassian’s lips curved faintly.

"You should practice how to smile."

"Huh?"

The adjutant stared, momentarily forgetting his composure.

"We came here searching for the source," the heir said evenly. "For the technology behind it. But now it’s clear that it’s not a what."

He turned fully, eyes sharp and amused.

"But a who."

Rhys’s breath caught.

"Then... Sir?"

"Wouldn’t it be better to receive the elusive group willingly?"

"...Willingly?"

Cassian looked once more at the ISEC before turning his back to look at Rhys with a relaxed smile.

"Why not be the corner they run to when everyone starts turning against them?"

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A valid idea, really.

If not for the inconvenient fact that even the most adorable critters were known to scratch, bite, and fight viciously when cornered.

And for one particular chipmunk, a threat to his loved ones was no different from a declaration of war.

Bam!

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