The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 942

Chapter 942: When Headlines Collide

To be fair, that had been days ago.

But just because a few days had passed since his world had once again been violently rocked didn’t mean Marshal Julian was emotionally prepared for fresh trauma.

It was already enough that these two dimwits, who were allegedly allergic to each other, now smelled one and the same.

Sigh.

Moreover, given everything he had endured in the span of a week, he felt entirely justified in cutting Curtis off the moment the man opened his mouth.

"Marshal, have you heard—"

"Umph."

Julian didn’t even let him finish. He raised a single finger and pressed it lightly against Curtis’s mouth, effectively silencing him before the cursed phrase could fully manifest into reality.

"There’s no need," the Marshal began flatly, already launching into his own exasperated monologue. "I don’t require the specifics. At this point, I’ve heard so many variations of whatever it is you’re about to say that it would be more efficient for you to send me a wedding invitation. Preferably one that confirms you’ve both survived each other after a few more days."

He sighed deeply, the kind of sigh that carried the weight of an overworked nation.

When he finally looked up, fully prepared to glare at Curtis—who was still in the middle of atoning for his idiocy—he was instead met with Eden blinking at him.

Calm.

Unbothered.

Almost polite.

"Ah, well, Marshal," she said carefully, "there’s that. But he was just about to say there’s an update regarding the possible whereabouts of my brother."

Julian paused.

"...What?"

Curtis gently removed the Marshal’s gloved finger from his mouth because, at some point, that needed to happen.

"Yeah," he continued, thankfully not restarting with those three doomed words. "It took a while. The simulated destinations weren’t exactly easy to narrow down."

Now that sounded different.

Marshal Julian looked surprised because, well, this one sounded like good news despite how they had gotten to this point.

"...A mining planet?" he asked slowly. "This came from D-29?"

Eden and Curtis exchanged a brief glance.

"In a sense, yes, Marshal," Eden replied.

Julian’s brow lifted.

"In a sense?"

Curtis cleared his throat.

"Well. D-29 obtained the information from pirates."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

Julian stared at them.

They stared back.

"...Pirates," he repeated.

"Yes, Marshal."

Lord.

Lord, help him.

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Maybe it wouldn’t make the Marshal feel any better, but he might at least find some grim comfort in knowing it wasn’t just him being tested by the universe.

This was, in fact, an observable phenomenon across the Empire of Solaris.

That bad?

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