The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Pardon Me?!

Kyle was dumbfounded.

Absolutely floored.

He stared at his screen for a long, long second, wondering if the stress had finally gotten to him, that he was starting to hear things.

Maybe he’s missed out on rest, which has resulted in hallucinations and hearing problems.

But the person on the other end of the call looked absolutely serious. He was slightly hunched over with wide eyes as he gripped the edge of the bed like a scandalized maiden from those ancient dramas.

Kyle blinked and waited before saying, "Come again?"

Ollie took a deep breath and repeated it again:

"I think someone’s trying to pursue me!"

No shit.

Kyle wasn’t hallucinating.

It took one very awkward beat—complete with virtual buffering silence—before the ever-composed adjutant finally exhaled and said:

"...Stay where you are," he said firmly. "And wait for me. I’m coming over."

He would have to go there himself because he needed to see him with his own two eyes for this conversation.

When Kyle finally reached the dormitory and knocked, the door slammed open with the speed of divine judgment.

He didn’t even have time to react.

Ollie practically launched himself forward.

The adjutant only barely kept his footing because he’d been accustomed to this by now. Bracing for contact as soon as he was close enough.

Still, even he staggered a bit when Ollie wrapped around him like a clingy octopus in crisis.

"Whoa—easy," Kyle grunted, patting his back reassuringly. "Ollie?"

The shorter man didn’t budge. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

His arms stayed locked around Kyle, his grip tight, his face serious enough to get the giant worried enough to visually inspect him.

"What kind of pursuit are we talking about?" he asked, scanning him from head to toe. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, but I might be soon!" Ollie wailed.

"What? Why?!"

"I don’t know, Kyle! That’s the problem, I never really accounted for this!"

Kyle carried him over to sit on the bed so he could listen to just what the hell was happening.

"Okay. Tell me what’s wrong. Start from the beginning. Please. Use your words this time."

Ollie took a deep breath, then another one, deeper and shakier, like he was about to confess another one of his crimes.

Then he began...a dramatic reenactment.

"So, I was sitting. You know. Peacefully. Minding my own business. Eating dried fruit. The extra one you gave me."

Kyle nodded slowly.

"Right. And then—BAM! A knock on the door!"

Ollie flailed his arms. "I open it only to be greeted by a student carrying A BIG box! And he says it’s for me!"

Kyle blinked. "You did check it first, right?"

There was an eager nod, and Ollie raised his detector to show he had covered the necessary bases.

"Then what’s got you so spooked. Was something wrong with the package?"

"No, Kyle. No!" Ollie shook him lightly. "This box had materials! Good ones! Expensive ones! Shiny bolts! And most of all, explosive casings!"

"And a card!" The mop shrieked. "With the words, ’You deserve it.’ I! Deserve! It!"

He pointed dramatically at his own chest like he was accusing himself of something.

Kyle’s mouth parted slightly. "Okay...And what made you think this was someone trying to pursue you?"

"Because of the signs, of course!"

Ollie looked at Kyle as if he were asking something that should’ve been common sense.

While the adjutant returned it with a curious look because, for this guy, common sense wasn’t exactly always common.

Just like whatever he was planning on saying.

"Okay then," Kyle sighed, "Tell me about these signs."

"First—" Ollie raised a finger, "It was sent anonymously!"

Kyle nodded slowly.

The confused adjutant exhaled. "Okay. And—just for clarification—why do you automatically assume this was from a cute girl? Why couldn’t it be from a cute guy, or just any guy?"