The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 932

Chapter 932: Sealed Lips

Yep. Those syndicate groups had made a foolish assumption.

But as kids who’d once looked at the same circumstances and drawn similar conclusions, Elior couldn’t entirely deny how the mistake was made. Thankfully, they hadn’t gone to Planet Kyros intending to commit a crime, or that would’ve been something else entirely.

Now, if he hadn’t known about Luca’s original circumstances, he might’ve been startled by the Prince Consort’s visible shock at hearing information he should’ve been privy to.

But because he did know, Elior simply offered him a subtle nod before continuing.

"During one of those space storms, interstellar communication practically becomes impossible, and jumps become extremely unsafe. Local systems keep working, but the areas that get hit can have their defense mechanisms disrupted. That creates a small window. A narrow possibility of infiltration for anyone reckless enough to brave the storm."

And that was exactly what allowed for such an attack to happen.

"Nothing good should’ve come out of that situation," Elior admitted quietly. "But it was the first time we made contact with someone from House Kyros."

He inhaled.

"That was Governess Agnes."

"Huh? Governess Agnes...?" Luca blinked, genuinely confused.

For someone with the last name Kyros, he couldn’t help feeling like he was hearing stories about his own home for the very first time.

While he had been made aware of that space storm issue which led to Butler Gary being unable to keep tabs on them when they left for the academy testing, he didn’t think they were that bad.

Actually, with how jovial everyone around him had been, it was so easy to forget that they had gone through so many challenges or that even today, such vulnerabilities plagued their home planet!

And now there was a name he didn’t recognize.

Luca couldn’t recall anyone named Governess Agnes. He’d thought he knew every member of the manor’s staff, but he couldn’t place the name at all.

But apparently, that was understandable.

Just as Luca began worrying that he’d forgotten to include someone, he learned that Governess Agnes had passed away a few years ago.

But for the two young elves, she’d been pivotal.

"During the attack," Elior continued, "they attempted to seize the orphaned children for trafficking. Rahil and I were the oldest present, so we evacuated the younger ones while the adults attempted to delay the criminals."

A grim memory flickered behind his eyes.

"They likely assumed they could take children with no parents and face minimal resistance. And honestly, for a brief moment, even we thought the same."

Who wouldn’t?

They were children themselves, fleeing again, this time dragging even younger ones along.

The absurdity of it still felt cruel.

Elior couldn’t help but think that some unseen force truly wanted them erased.

Because how else did someone keep running into death like that?

And yet, as if fate had decided to throw them a bone, their luck shifted—barely—after Elior nearly died trying to keep everyone alive.

But he couldn’t even claim heroism.

At the time, he’d simply told Rahil to hide the younger children while he blocked the obvious pathway by pretending to be foliage.

Yes.

Foliage.

They couldn’t fight. What were two battered teens supposed to do against plasma guns?

But his ability didn’t hold as long as he would’ve wanted.

It became impossible to maintain the transformation any longer, and he shifted back into his original form, collapsing onto the ground.

In that state, he probably wouldn’t have stood a chance against a beast cub.

Thankfully, Rahil came back for him, guided by that familiar, dreadful instinct that Elior had likely done something reckless again.

He wasn’t wrong.

But just as they tried to retreat and disappear, they were met face-to-face with the same plasma guns they’d been avoiding.

Being beaten for a minute felt like an eternity.

And yet what hurt worse was the mockery.

The criminals laughed, telling Rahil to run. Telling him to leave his injured friend behind. Promising they’d let him go if he did.

Lies.

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