The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 910

Chapter 910: A Partial Truth

Where?

Well, apparently, sitting in his office like nothing ever happened.

Like no one had to go around thinking they were under some sort of extremely covert attack where a bunch of their leaders had gone missing simultaneously.

Like Curtis didn’t end up surrendering a chunk of his sanity to the witch so she would covertly scour the systems of other departments while she was officially on vacation.

Only for said mysterious Marshal to greet him with, "Curtis? Aren’t you supposed to be on leave?"

Marshal Julian looked up from the holographic reports he was reading when Curtis burst into his office to investigate. Curtis couldn’t believe his eyes and ears.

Seriously? Everyone had been looking for the man, and all of a sudden, he appears like this?

The Deputy actually wanted to reply with, "You don’t say," but shut his trap because his boss appeared too normal. In fact, he was sitting a little too behaved, so composed that the adjutant couldn’t help but feel unsettled.

Curtis inhaled slowly, as though that might help anchor him to reality. "With all due respect, Sir," he began carefully, "may I ask why you were late this morning?"

Marshal Julian blinked once, as if the question had caught him off guard.

In a sense, it did. Because he realized that even if he were one day authorized to explain what they went through, he still wouldn’t be able to describe it without sounding like a lunatic.

Without witnessing and experiencing the effects of the Queen of the Night, even he would have thought it to be impossible.

So really, answering Curtis’s question was a little difficult.

For one, they could have been back earlier after waking up, but eventually realized the elders weren’t kidding when they warned about possible changes in their abilities.

Simply labeling it "changes" would actually be an understatement.

Just earlier, Uno practically left a crater when he attempted to train like usual. Duke Leander had actually been asked to stay miles away from the nearest fish or body of water because he was currently a walking calamity.

Even his niece, the young Princess Nina, was mortified about going up her treehouse because, unfortunately for the child, she was still incapable of fully suppressing her strength and broke the first ladder step of her home.

It was a disaster, to say the least. While they were overjoyed about Luca and Xavier finally waking up, they were left with the same problem Theo had faced earlier.

Safe to say, every one of them realized they needed to avoid using their spiritual abilities today unless they wanted even more reports about strange attacks and inexplicable natural disasters.

So Julian was sitting there, playing truant because he had to skip morning training, which the other soldiers usually attended.

In fact, he had planned on sitting there for as long as possible and thought it would be fine because Curtis wouldn’t be there to nag him.

But what was this?

The Marshal had to think of an answer and settled on a partial truth.

"Overslept."

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Curtis stared at the glowing face of his boss.

Overslept.

While they all had mini panic attacks here and there as they desperately watched the movements of the various delegations, the man was actually claiming to have overslept?

The deputy wondered if he was supposed to accept that. The highest-ranking soldier before him was known for many things. Leadership. Fighting prowess. Precision. And the ability to function on frighteningly little rest. But oversleeping?

"With all due respect, Sir," he said stiffly, "we both know this cannot possibly be considered a date. It is more akin to an ongoing situation. Something closer to a temporary cease-fire for mutual benefit."

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