The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 996

Chapter 996: Not Exactly Normal

Assistant Adrian, who worked for Chairman Lan, wasn’t sure what to do.

In fact, from the moment the fundraising auction started, he had lost track of what they were supposed to be doing.

Today, in this very banquet, they were supposed to thank everyone.

Then, after expressing their gratitude, they would tell them to look forward to the upcoming Astral Cup.

Maybe get several people excited about what was to come.

Then, to officially close out the night as well as the event, they would announce the most popular booth, even though it was already obvious.

The committee was aware that this year’s Annual Expo looked like a one-sided battering, and while most would celebrate, there would still be naysayers here and there.

But they figured that such complaints wouldn’t last once DG found the time to clarify the announcement they made earlier.

Morale would likely rise and the future would be bright once again.

See, pretty good, right?

Overall, it was a solid plan that would eventually end with a riveting fireworks display and everyone going home to rest.

But the Expo Committee member wasn’t sure how their supposedly peaceful handover ended up as anything but that.

Nothing felt real in the hands of the assistant, especially since he couldn’t believe how they had been given authorization to have an impromptu sparring match featuring the unlikeliest of fighters.

"Chairman Lan, what exactly are we supposed to do about this?"

"...Adrian, you speak like we have a choice."

The old boss and his younger subordinate looked at each other and tacitly thought about retiring early.

Yeah, that was it.

They really ought to think about their lives before the others decided to file before them.

And as the horn blared to start what would be the most unexpected portion of the night, Adrian realized he definitely needed to file before his boss did.

Because if he didn’t, the likelihood of him inheriting this problem next year was practically a given.

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Back in one of the dedicated rooms of the training arena, moments before the spar officially started, one worried Luca couldn’t help but pace repeatedly.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty for involving everyone, and so he resolved to apologize with all his heart.

Without hesitation, Luca turned and bowed deeply.

"Everyone... I’m really sorry," he said sincerely, especially directing it toward his husband whom he thought would ultimately be inconvenienced by this. "I misunderstood him, and now we have to do something that could be dangerous..."

But before he could continue, the Prince stepped forward.

"You don’t have to apologize," Xavier said, his voice calm and reassuring.

"You did nothing wrong, and even managed to make the most of the situation."

"If anything, it should be me who apologizes for getting you into that situation in the first place. That was my oversight. I’m sorry."

"Huh?"

Luca blinked, clearly confused, because how could it possibly be Xavier’s fault?

From the side, Ollie immediately chimed in, nodding eagerly.

"Brother, he’s right! Kyle also told me earlier that you actually did well!" the blonde said, looking adorably proud.

"What? How could I have done well? I really thought h-he—"

Luca faltered, face heating up as he couldn’t bring himself to finish.

But then, unexpectedly, Noah spoke up, scratching the back of his head.

"As someone with a dark past, I can confidently say that the jerk was trying his best to goad all of us, especially you."

"It’s not that I’m proud of what I’ve done, but because I’ve been there, I can tell you that he was likely trying to get us to throw the first punch."

"He just didn’t expect, much like I didn’t before, that you’d focus on something completely different. So he ended up in an embarrassing situation, and honestly, he can’t blame anyone but himself."

Noah shook his head slightly, realizing just how fortunate he had been to wake up from his own stupidity before ending up like their Academy senior or the heir of the Federation.

Sure, he would have to carry that bad memory with him all his life, but in a way, he was lucky it wasn’t as bad as what those two would have to carry.

It didn’t matter if that Veyra kid managed to find a way to salvage his dignity in the end, but people would still look back to this day and realize it happened.

He could just imagine how much seething that guy would do every night from this day onwards.

But how did Noah know? Well, because he did that for a good while after losing to Luca solidly.

So what more for a guy like Cassian, right?

"...Really?" Luca asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Noah replied.

"Based on what D-29 replayed, he was definitely trying to make you realize that you’d be better off joining him because we’re supposedly limiting your potential and taking credit for your achievements."

The Imperial Prince remained silent at that.

Because technically, there was some truth to it.

His wife really did deserve all the credit.

"Brother, I personally believe he has a problem with everything and everyone," Ollie said seriously, waving a piece of his emergency stress-relieving seaweed. "It’s just that it was easier to target your husband because of his alleged title. He’s dissing him because you’re not wearing an extravagant ring with a big rock."

"Uh, well that’s great, but I just want to ask... how exactly are we going to do that?"

"Huh? What do you mean how? We fight, of course! Weren’t they the ones who suggested that?"

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