The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 931

Chapter 931: The House in Seclusion

"We mistakenly thought we’d done enough research." Prince Elior shook his head once before continuing.

"But it turns out, we underestimated what House Kyros meant when they said they were in seclusion."

As a member of the elven royal family, even if he had been deposed, Elior, and by extension Rahil, were fully aware that such arrangements weren’t unusual. Noble houses did withdraw from public life from time to time. However, most families still maintained a certain degree of presence. Influence had to be protected. Visibility had to be preserved because more often than not, houses that vanished too completely eventually fell behind.

Elves valued bloodline deeply, even when they pretended not to. So for them, such seclusion wouldn’t necessarily be catastrophic. Their lineage alone carried weight.

But the Empire of Solaris was different.

It was merit-based, structured, and pragmatic. It wouldn’t tolerate stagnation or incompetence for long, no matter how illustrious a surname might be, losing said noble title would always be a possibility for the next generation.

That was where they miscalculated.

As young fugitives desperate for stability and answers, they’d assumed that a house rumored to be in decline would likely have enough job openings from people who would’ve jumped ship. If anything, like back at their palace, they’d be able to hear news about the Duke from a few loose mouths. Because there were always a few loose mouths, right?

Well.

They couldn’t have been more wrong.

Not only had they been optimistic, they hadn’t expected the entire estate to feel like a military installation disguised as a noble residence.

Prince Elior began describing what it looked like the first time they approached the manor in hopes of inquiring about employment. But midway through his explanation, he noticed something strange.

The golden-eyed cadet kept turning his head from side to side as if he’d just heard the most absurd claim in the universe.

Luca genuinely looked bewildered.

Because since when did their house look gloomy and sealed off?

If anything, Luca thought House Kyros was so bright one could probably see it from space.

He found the description so baffling that he immediately pulled up archived footage of the manor and turned the display toward the two elves.

"Are you talking about this place?" he asked.

Silence followed.

"..."

"..."

Rahil stared.

Elior stared.

Then Elior cleared his throat.

"Well, there certainly weren’t statues with glowing eyes back then..."

"Oh!" Luca blinked. "Um, I think my father added those pretty late. But the rest of it?"

Rahil was honestly grateful those statues hadn’t existed when they’d arrived. Waking up to massive glowing eyes watching over the estate would’ve probably shaved years off his lifespan.

"Not even the rest," Elior said carefully. "When we got there, what we saw were gates upon gates. And more gates beyond that. It felt like a fortress. And those gates never really opened."

The room grew quieter.

"So as you can imagine, our job hunt failed rather quickly," he continued. "And with that went any hope of overhearing loose conversations. Even in the city, people didn’t speak much about the Duke or his family."

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