The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Sign-up

To be perfectly clear, it was literally just the mouth.

So, when Baldy got enraged and looked like he was about to unleash his spiritual abilities on Ollie, he immediately hid behind the wall named Kyle.

"What do you think you’re doing?" Kyle, who felt someone hiding behind him, had to ask.

"You ate my brother’s food, so at least make use of your giant build and let me hide!" Ollie had pride when it came to his brother, but he didn’t have much of that for himself.

So the not-so-little mop crumpled himself to fit behind Kyle’s back.

Just in case.

Wow. These guys were really something else. They angered the geezer to the point of collapse and then scurried off into some hole to hide.

Fine.

Kyle figured there would be a backlash after the mop threatened someone like that.

Many onlookers didn’t expect such a turn of events and were just as shocked as they tried digesting the implications. Even that idiot initially feared for his future until he decided to listen to his delusions.

Baldy was understandably angry because he thought he was being punked. He was preparing to at least get these young ones to taste a bit of pummeling after humiliating him like that!

Instructors be damned!

And maybe he won’t get reprimanded since they even had the gall to come up with something that absurd? However, as he was preparing to look for confirmation, he noticed how everyone else looked at him pitifully.

Was that scrawny boy really the Duke’s son?! It was impossible, and he was more inclined to believe that, or else he would be eaten by the fear that was slowly gripping him.

What if?

But that had to be a lie, right? Because he wasn’t living under some rock and surely heard about the Duke’s wayward son.

He was said to be frivolous and a giant philanderer. So why does it seem like he’s too weird and too short?

Baldy wasn’t aware of the most recent gossip and failed to recognize the people before him.

Thankfully, the uncle didn’t get to overwork his one remaining brain cell as Instructor Falco called the students’ attention. He was done watching and felt like any more, and he’d start a different kind of lecture.

It was lunchtime, and people weren’t obligated to hear any of this, so he planned to keep it short.

"The sign-ups for the Mercenary License Exam have been posted. And those interested in joining guilds should make sure to take this exam to obtain proper qualifications."

Luca wiggled in Xavier’s embrace as he wanted to see the sign-ups. That was his ticket to more CP and money, so he wanted to ensure he could get it right.

"As for those who want to establish their own guilds, there would be a separate guideline as this year’s Astral Cup would have a different format."

Luca wondered about this Astral Cup but figured he could look into that later. If there was anything he needed to focus on, it would be getting to the sign-ups and studying better so he could pass!

But while that one small animal was itching to be the first one to sign up, its slightly taller duo was really lamenting the world.

Before Ollie’s blood pressure returned to normal, he actually thought about joining his brother in forming the best guild (that money could buy). But after calming down, he remembered what was usually tested for mechanics like him.

While everyone else would take a similar test, Ollie, as a first-year student, would have to repair an entire mecha.

What exactly was he going to repair? The hand? The foot? Or probably the paint job?! He, the perennial coaster, would be lucky enough to repair the paint job!

Fuck.