The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 981

Chapter 981: Seeing Red

To accurately describe the state of the hall, it would be best to remember some synonyms of the word outrage.

Indignation.

Fury, anger, rage, wrath...

Shock, horror, disapproval, and definitely disgust.

Yes, the list could go on, and so could the number of words that would describe the emotions of one Imperial Crown Prince as he fought every single urge to launch an attack.

What "seeing red"?

Xavier couldn’t even see.

There was only darkness as it momentarily took over his mind, as if everything else had been swallowed whole the second that bastard opened his mouth.

So much for painstakingly hiding his identity over the years.

So much for keeping the peace as an Imperial leader.

And so much for having an upright moral character.

Fuck. That.

At that moment, he neither wanted nor cared for any of it.

He just wanted to wipe that smug look off that son of a gun’s face.

It was an unusual state for the usually level-headed Prince, yet at the same time, it wasn’t entirely his alone.

Because what he felt was shared across the hall.

Only his was worse.

Much worse.

In fact, his adjutant thought that if Xavier went on a rampage right now, he would be perfectly fine with it. They would likely go to war and end up with a glaring hole to fix, but Kyle personally felt ready to work triple time to deal with that aftermath.

He wouldn’t even ask for additional compensation.

Not when the entourage of the dictator’s mini-me looked at his little star in a way that would definitely unleash the might of the Nox family coffers.

The mere thought of it was enough to make his hands twitch. But that wasn’t unusual, not when his entire body was wound so tightly that he might’ve snapped at any moment if not for the mop suddenly tangling his delicate fingers with his for emotional support.

However, between the two of them, it was clearly the adjutant who needed all the support so he wouldn’t end up gutting someone.

But unfortunately for everyone else in that hall, they didn’t have that same anchor.

Especially not the people who had just been forced to refresh their memories about how that blasted fundraiser had been run all these years.

Apparently, it had always been a "fun" little thing they did every year.

Just a small tradition started by the earlier members of the Expo Committee to provide entertainment—a bit of fan service for the watching citizens who wanted to participate despite not being able to attend—as well as a way to transparently raise funds for different causes.

Initially, it was meant to support both the Expo and the Astral Cup, as they were once endeavors started by different academies that thought it would be great to host such a competition and training simulation.

But with the costs required to realize those events, they obviously needed to gather as much funding as possible.

And so, before the Imperial family backed them, they relied heavily on sponsorships.

As one might expect, that didn’t seem very fair, especially when most of those deals were negotiated behind closed doors. Under pressure from clamoring parties, the organizers eventually shifted toward more transparent fundraisers.

And this one?

This was easily a favorite.

Because it wasn’t just those interested in mechas, battles, or technology who could participate.

Even nobles who cared little about fighting could enjoy something like dances, all for little to no effort from the participants, who were generally fine with joining.

In fact, some cadets even prepared extensively for the activity because they wanted the publicity for themselves, their schools, or their guilds.

So every year, they included what was supposed to be a harmless little segment.

But even Chairman Lan couldn’t see it as harmless right now.

Not when the entire hall felt like it was about to implode.

Or maybe that was just his blood pressure soaring as he tried, for the third time, to explain things to the livid Duke Leander Kyros.

"Your Grace, we understand that you’re confident you would be able to survive the criticisms of the netizens, but the rule had been in place even before I became Chairman of the Committee..."

And wouldn’t it be better to dance with his precious son for free instead of having to pay and dancing for a set amount of time?

What rule? Wasn’t that just oppression? 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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