The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 923

Chapter 923: That Lazy Butt

House Orell had been careful about what went onto their secured systems, but apparently not nearly as careful with their mouths when speaking around mundane, low-tier maintenance technology.

"Audio fragments reconstructed from residual buffer cache," D-29 stated evenly. "Timestamp variance suggests this exchange occurred approximately twelve standard cycles ago. Speaker identification confidence: ninety-three percent."

The projection shifted, and the room filled with distorted but intelligible voices.

[Recovered Audio Log 12-A | Partial Reconstruction]

Tavian’s voice came first, tight and strained.

"Grandfather, you have to help me! Father isn’t willing to listen to what I’m saying!"

"You can’t just let him disappear like that. Father decided he wouldn’t be returning with us because he’s now an unfortunate liability. I don’t think that’s a fair assumption."

A sharp tap echoed, likely the sound of a cane striking the floor before being set aside.

"Your father did what was best for the family," the older man replied, voice measured but cold. "You’ll learn that one day."

"Best? How could that possibly be the best solution? Surely there are other ways?"

"Are you saying you’ve actually come up with something in that tiny brain of yours?"

There was an audible gasp and a bit of static.

"No, I—"

"N-not exactly... but Grandfather, what am I supposed to say now?" Tavian shot back. "That wasn’t just someone! People are going to look. He’s not some random recruit. He’s been by my side for years. He’s a trustworthy friend. He would’ve understood."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end.

"To survive," the grandfather snapped, "you should never trust anyone. Today, they may be allies. Tomorrow they’ll be your worst enemies. And you, Tavian, are proving how immature you still are."

A brief silence followed, tense and heavy.

"Do you really think someone as upright as that child would keep it a secret that we’ve long been staging fights against pirates?"

The words made Eden’s fingers curl.

"But Grandfather," Tavian protested, voice rising, "it’s not like anyone would believe that! We don’t even know when we’re going to be attacked or how. It always looks real."

"Tavian, you idiot." The old man’s voice lost all pretense of patience. "It would be your word against his. Yes, the insurance investigations always pass because everyone reacts so naturally. But that is by design."

A faint rustle, as if fabric shifted sharply.

"And I’m not about to let you ruin that because of your personal relationships."

"You don’t understand—"

"I understand perfectly," the grandfather cut in. "If you can’t handle this kind of sacrifice, then you’re not fit to be the heir. Not only do you lack the skills, but now you’re showing you lack the backbone. How could we possibly share the same blood?"

The insult hung in the air like something sharp.

"And don’t think I don’t know that he found out because you were careless," the old man continued, voice lowering into something far more dangerous. "If you hadn’t begged for your life with those goons—goons who needed to do substantial damage to you for the sake of your merit—then that child wouldn’t have learned about your connection with them."

A pause.

"This is on you. Don’t speak of this again. Prepare to follow your father’s plans."

There was a violent bang at the end—metal striking wood, or perhaps a door slamming shut.

[Audio Log Terminated | Corruption Level: 37%]

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The loud bang felt as if it had been aimed directly at her.

Eden felt vindicated and violated at the same time.

She was so angry she felt like screaming into a void, and she probably would have if not for the hand that suddenly covered her eyes.

She didn’t know what it was exactly, but everything inside her chest seemed to explode all at once, and before she realized it, she was a sobbing mess.

It was really that fucking bastard’s fault.

Her brother had been innocent in all of this.

It was wrong. She knew it was wrong, but in that moment, she wanted to tear into Tavian for being an absolute wimp. Not only had that idiot actively participated in those atrocities, but he couldn’t even commit to executing said crime properly. He was so incompetent that her brother had ended up getting dragged into his stupidity.

Of course, she felt for the countless lives lost for that grand performance of deception, but she couldn’t help the selfish thought clawing at her mind. If Tavian had used even one fucking ball to just take a hit or five without whining about it, then maybe Enzo would’ve returned like the other survivors.

Eden didn’t even realize how her frustrations were manifesting. She didn’t notice how violently she was heaving, how her shoulders were shaking so hard that Curtis had to wrap his arms around her just to keep her from lunging forward.

Because how could she not be physically revolted when all she wanted was to run out and tear House Orell apart with her bare hands?

"!" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

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