The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Veeka

The corridors were anything but quiet.

Every few minutes, the heavy thud of boots echoed down the halls as another pirate—kicking, swearing, or limping—was dragged out and deposited in the ever-growing line of prisoners waiting to be interrogated.

After the main hostage crisis was resolved, Duke Leander took command with the calm authority that brokered no questions.

And it was then that these people remembered Duke Leander’s reputation.

"Split them by quadrant and start clearing the rooms," he’d ordered, voice steady as steel. "No one leaves until this entire ship is clean."

And they listened.

Even now, Luca stood just behind him, watching in muted surprise as a brutally efficient full perimeter sweep was being carried out.

Jax, Kyle, and Xavier moved with clinical purpose, rounding up anyone that D-29 had tagged.

The pirates, of course, didn’t know what had happened in the passenger lobby. They hadn’t seen the earlier carnage or the corpses of their alleged mates.

They hadn’t watched Luca taking a weapon from a distance, nor did they know that the people with explosives had long gone without anything detonating.

No, these pirates only saw clean uniforms, youthful faces, and soft expressions. And like many fools before them, they mistook appearance for weakness.

"You lot look like you’ve never even fired a weapon," one of them sneered, spitting to the side. "This is what the Empire sends to deal with the Ravagers?! All glass and no guts?"

Another laughed. "Bet you bleed like the rest of us. Let’s see if you cry, too."

Mockery.

Spite.

Arrogance bred from ignorance.

That was until the Duke moved.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t argue.

He simply lifted a hand, his fingers moving ever so slightly—then flicked.

Spiritual energy lashed out in a form akin to a piecing bolt.

Three pirates screamed as their legs were struck in precise, bone-shattering arcs. They dropped instantly, howling, clutching their limbs.

The others froze.

The Duke hadn’t even blinked.

Neither had the rest of the cadets flanking him.

Only Ollie might have reacted—but he was still on post-cuddle duty somewhere in the lobby with the kids and Butler Gary.

To those who had fought earlier, the display barely warranted a reaction. If anything, it was almost nostalgic.

It was like a calm hello—after all, they were still alive.

But to the pirates who hadn’t seen what came before?

It was a divine reckoning.

Duke Leander lowered his hand, inspecting his gloves as if mildly inconvenienced. Then, he spoke again.

"I asked nicely earlier," he said, tone cool. "This time, I won’t pretend I need all of you."

He glanced down the line, eyes glinting.

"I only need one or two with working mouths. The rest of you can go rest forever."

The silence that followed was crushing.

Then—

"I’ll talk!" one of them blurted, elbowing another aside.

"No, wait—I know the drop point!"

"I’ve got the account numbers!" someone else cried.

Suddenly, everyone wanted to be the most cooperative pirate on board.

Killian, watching from the rear, gave a low, approving hum.

"Efficient," he muttered.

Jax, next to him, nodded. "Better than truth serum."

And just like that, the interrogations officially began—with less resistance and far more desperate eagerness.

Sure enough, that was much more effective as they managed to glean a few things about this supposed job.

Obviously, not as much as they would’ve if they’d gotten their hands on the leaders, but they preferred knowing something before facing them.

Just like Ollie mentioned, they were looking for a beast, but to everyone’s surprise, no such target was on board.

However, that was only for everyone but Ramir, who knew that no beast would actually be found.

Saying that there was a spiritual entity was a come-on for the rigid Veeka, whom he knew was desperate.

While the real goal was to get paid to scare off people by spreading how they could be terrorized just because that blasted guild existed.

It was a backdoor arrangement that even Veeka and the other sub-leaders didn’t know about.

But how could they when Ramir made this deal in exchange for giving him a venue to stage his coup?

Ramir’s boots clacked softly across the metal floor as he circled her like a wolf around a broken hare. _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

What an idiot, Veeka thought.

What a flaming, star-sucking idiot.