The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 967

Chapter 967: A Noble Disaster

Could it be the fallout from intervening with Prince Eren’s plans?

No.

What about the threats posed by highly interested and possibly malicious parties?

No.

Was it related to the number of citizens clamoring and petitioning for an extension of the Annual Expo?

Nope.

Hmm, maybe it had something to do with the organizer’s increasingly desperate pleas to allow for more leniency?

Also no.

Then what about the impending Mechanic Licensure Exam that his good brother needed to face under the intense and non-stop campaigning of the master mechanics?

Well, there was also that, but as of the moment, Luca, who had immense confidence in his good brother, didn’t think it would be much of an issue.

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Of course, one blonde would have a very different opinion about his impending doom, but in truth, Ollie wasn’t the only one suffering. Because in such a rare scenario, the golden-eyed miracle actually encountered a problem.

One so unusual that in the face of a crashout from individuals likely headed for hell, and in the midst of the palpable excitement and panic of the citizens of the Empire, one couldn’t have expected Luca Kyros to be stumped by dance lessons.

Yes.

Actual, honest-to-goodness dance lessons.

Because for some unknown reason, Luca was as rigid as granite.

Then again, what did dance lessons even have to do with said heir who already had so many other concerns he needed to focus on?

Well, ideally, nothing much.

If not for the unexpected realization that the Closing Banquet would serve as Luca’s first formal Imperial event.

Practically a debut in lieu of the coming-of-age ceremony that he didn’t really have.

Now, it wouldn’t have been much of a problem if not for the explosion of articles, threads, and posts on Star Net about their banquet expectations, with Luca’s name sitting comfortably at the top of the search engines.

The leader of DG.

The heir to House Kyros.

The Empire’s original flower vase, now simply known as the flower.

He had become the center of countless conversations and the recipient of the most over-the-top dance invitations imaginable.

When Luca came to Solara for the Duke’s mecha, people already thought he was finally going to debut. But when he also skipped those events, the netizens were left wondering about what the dukedom was up to.

Did they not want their heir officially recognized by the public?

But after learning about what DG had been up to, they realized that maybe Luca Kyros was just extremely busy and had no time for such trivial things.

Well, that was actually true.

However, all that didn’t kill the dream of having fated encounters with a man as wondrous as Luca Soren Kyros. If anything, his elusiveness just heightened the interest brewing around him, and now people spoke about their excitement in seeing him with the same intensity as they spoke about chicken eggs.

It was mind-boggling to say the least.

The first time Butler Gary came running in with the stack of formal and ostentatious invitations, the gallant members of House Kyros, particularly one father, had simply stared at him in disbelief.

Butler Gary looked like he had seen a ghost.

And honestly, he wasn’t that far off.

It took a good minute before everyone remembered that, yes, they were a powerful noble house with an extremely coveted heir who, to the general public, wasn’t exactly known to be married.

Duke Leander had nearly malfunctioned on the spot.

The moment he thought about all those predators itching to get close to his child, he seriously considered hunting down several noble houses right then and there.

But if the father was reacting like that, the in-laws were honestly just trying to keep it together.

It felt like being gutted under their own roof.

The event was happening at their estate.

It had been sanctioned by them.

And yet it was now serving as a convenient opportunity for people to go after their son-in-law simply because they couldn’t publicly declare that he already had a family.

Of course, that was another problem entirely.

But aside from those rather delicate complications, the other issue they realized was that, in the span of all those chaotic months, they had been so preoccupied with everything else that they had completely overlooked one ideally simple thing.

Noble etiquette.

Frankly, that wasn’t an issue for most of them.

Growing up with that kind of upbringing meant that even Ollie, who had been determined to slack off since he was young, actually knew everything he needed to properly represent the Mylors at formal events.

It simply came naturally to them.

Even Jax, who could often be found covered in mud from head to toe, was perfectly capable of executing proper twirls.

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