The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852: The Pinky Protocol

Meanwhile, just as two people were busy entertaining thoughts that one bro normally wouldn’t be having about another alleged bro, two other adults were being subjected to a far more immediate crisis.

Forced bed rest.

After a night of staying far too awake.

Like toddlers who had somehow discovered a secret stash of sugar and were now vibrating at frequencies unknown to science, Count Alexander and Countess Jenna found themselves wide-eyed and fully alert after finally being ushered into the dungeon space.

Naturally, neither of them had any idea why they were being escorted into a more private area at the very end of such an overwhelming day. They followed anyway, trusting their son and the other familiar faces guiding them, only to be stumped by Luca’s surprising security protocol.

A pinky swear.

Count Alexander stared.

Once.

Twice.

Then a third time, just to be sure that exhaustion had not finally claimed him as he tried racking his brain for anything called a pinky swear.

Obviously, there had always been ridiculously titled works so he could never be one to judge, but despite his long career, the top expert simply couldn’t place the protocol anywhere.

Of course he knew what a pinky was. And of course he knew what swearing was.

But together? Just what kind of encryption standard did it have?

"Mom, Dad, before we can go any further, and just as you’ve always emphasized," Jax said solemnly, standing very straight. "I believe we need to settle security protocols."

Beside him, Luca looked over before asking, "already?"

Jax nodded beside him with the same gravity one might reserve for declaring war. "I believe my parents would actually prefer it this way."

Count Alexander looked at his wife because clearly they weren’t sure what was being talked about but apparently, according to their child, they would prefer it that way.

Then their son continued to talk about that unheard of protocol.

"Dad, Mom, this is extremely important and cannot be broken at the risk of death."

The Empire’s top security expert felt something inside him quietly crack.

"And this... you say it’s called a pinky... swear?" he asked carefully as he tried to make sense of a security measure that actually requires their pinkies linking together to activate.

It was certainly a novel idea.

But once he heard what was on the oath they were making, the Count dutifully extended his pinky as the lad before him did.

For someone with excellent hand control, he couldn’t help but shake a bit for it was apparently a vow of absolute secrecy, and a commitment to mutual protection.

It was a mutual contract.

The Count took a long breath. It became apparent to him that they were being trusted blindly like that.

Moreover, considering the other people involved, he was certain that their resume for such a move was likely because their son had shown exceptional trustworthiness despite them having nothing to show for yet.

If that were the case, then in good faith they would return the favor.

Count Alexander extended his pinky.

The moment they linked fingers, light bloomed.

Soft.

Practically pink.

Unmistakable.

The Count froze.

His wife gasped.

They both stared as the glow wrapped around the linked fingers before sinking into their skin.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

As if acknowledging them.

The Count immediately lifted his hand, turning it back and forth.

He stared.

Then stared harder as his wife went to the same process.

A very concerning thought crossed his mind.

If he were to theoretically remove the finger, would that constitute a breach?

Would that endanger anyone?

Was the oath finger-specific?

However, despite his curiosity, he made a mental note never to test it.

Thankfully for everyone and for his personal sanity, his thoughts about pinkies were intensely put on the back burner when he and his wife ended up too shaken by being suddenly transported elsewhere.

Like elsewhere, elsewhere.

Because while DG’s booth had already pushed the limits of what they thought possible, the place they were now standing in with their own two feet surpassed it completely.

Greenery stretched farther than the eye could follow, and unfamiliar structures rose before them, nothing like anything they had seen before.

In fact, the intricate glass-like ceilings they had admired earlier were gone.

Instead, they were outside. Impossibly so.

"...!!!"

Sure enough, Count Alexander forgot all about pinkies.

Then again, just like most people who were fortunate to see it for the first time, he would have been lucky to even remember his name.

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However, instead of passing out like everyone else who had been exposed to the dungeon space for the first time, the Taylor couple didn’t get to experience such a luxury.

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