The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 978

Chapter 978: The Great Pileup

It was like slow motion.

Well, not so much for those with enhanced senses, but very much so for the newest lady who just got there.

From the exact moment her footing allegedly slipped, everything seemed to stretch. Each second pulled longer than it should, as though time itself had decided to linger just to witness the downfall that would eventually lead to her bright future.

Her body tilted, first subtly, then with increasing certainty, until there was no denying it anymore.

She was falling.

Falling as planned.

A gentle misstep, a slight turn, just enough imbalance to appear natural, and then—at precisely the right moment—she would fall forward into the arms of the one she had chosen.

Graceful.

Effortless.

Perfect.

That had been the plan.

But somewhere between the tilt and the turn, unbeknownst to her, something shifted.

Because, instead of a controlled descent, her body began to spin thanks to the incredibly polished floors.

Like a top that had been flicked just a little too hard, wobbling as it lost control, one foot dragged behind, the other twisted, and her center of gravity tipped just enough to send her trajectory drifting—

Across the hall, her parents saw it happen in the same slow motion she was probably experiencing.

And in that exact moment, both of them reacted.

Their hands lifted slightly, reaching out in silent horror as they realized what their daughter clearly had not.

She had miscalculated.

Badly.

And she was no longer falling toward her intended target.

But the excited lady herself didn’t realize any of that.

Because as far as she was concerned, everything was still unfolding exactly as planned.

Right up until the moment—

She was caught.

Firm.

Steady.

Supported.

Perfect.

Or at least, it should have been.

Relief flooded her all at once, her entire body easing as the expected outcome was achieved. She prepared to open her eyes with just enough wetness, prepared to thank her savior for this fortunate scenario.

Because how incredibly fortunate that she had ended up in someone’s arms—

Huh?

Wait a minute.

Something felt off.

The hall had gone quiet.

Too quiet.

Slowly, the alleged damsel in distress cautiously opened her eyes.

Why did everyone look—

So stunned?

Then she blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then faster.

Because the face right above her—

Was not the one she had expected.

Instead of the incredibly popular figure she had been reaching for, she was met with a radiant face that looked almost painfully apologetic.

And very, very blonde.

"I’m sorry, my lady," he said gently, his tone soft and sincere, his expression carrying that same harmless, almost sheepish innocence. "I ate snacks with my hands in the hovercraft and didn’t want to damage your dress."

"..."

Her mind went blank.

Because nothing about this situation made sense.

Not the explanation.

Not the position she was in.

Not the fact that she wasn’t actually being held the way she thought she was.

Thump.

Thump.

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