The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]-Chapter 471: Pride to Protect

When the crowd dispersed and Ollie was dragged away from where he stood, the others who were still lucid decided to convene back in the dungeon-linked space.

Because this was an emergency.

Only then did the blonde, who had been frozen for a good minute, finally thaw. Ollie practically collapsed onto his butt, hands flying up to cover his face, which now looked as if it were about to combust.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Couldn’t believe what he had just said.

"He’s mine."

The words echoed in his head like a fever dream.

"No, no, no, no," Ollie muttered, squeezing his face harder. "I said that. I really said that. Out loud. In public. In front of everyone."

Then softer, barely above a whisper, "He’s mine..."

He tested it. Rolled it around in his brain. Again. And again.

It didn’t feel weird.

It didn’t feel wrong.

It felt...right.

And that was the problem.

His internal screaming was interrupted when Princess Kira leaned in with a bright, curious gaze and asked, "So...is he finally aware that he likes Kyle?"

Ollie froze again.

His wide, tear-pricked eyes slowly peeked through his fingers.

Luca, who had been observing in silence, suddenly leaned closer and said, "Wow...so that’s the face of a person who just realized they really like someone."

Then he blinked and glanced at his brother once again, wondering silently to himself, Did I look like that?

D-29, who had been on standby and recording everything for documentation, volunteered, "Host, if you would like, I can search for footage of your similar reactions. Facial expression records are categorized by emotional anomalies."

Luca let out a horrified squeak and waved his arms frantically. No, no! Abort mission! he thought, internally panicking at the idea of emotional archives being replayed.

D-29 pinged in understanding. "Understood. But if required in the future, please request: ’Keyword: emotional meltdown.’"

Meanwhile, Ollie—still catatonic and now practically glued to the floor—thought that this was maybe what people meant when they say they like someone. Because if it wasn’t, then he must be coming down with something life-threatening.

Princess Kira once again looked at Ollie, beaming in excitement, which got the blonde gasping before finally finding his voice to speak.

His voice cracked at the end, and he looked like he might cry. Then, trembling, he added, "But...I can’t say it."

Princess Kira frowned. "Why not? What’s wrong all of a sudden?"

"Because," Ollie sniffled, extremely shy, "H-he hasn’t heard it yet. And if everyone hears it before him, what if that makes him sad?"

The princess clasped her hands with a soft smile. "That’s adorable. This moment must be celebrated."

Luca nodded rapidly, while D-29 prepared to switch to a celebratory UI, only to cancel it when someone else made an important point.

Because Ada, who had been quietly observing in the corner, calmly raised her hand.

"Sorry to interrupt, but...what do we do about the exams?"

The entire room paused.

Ollie’s face paled again.

The trials of romance were nothing compared to the horror of an incoming academic showdown.

It was a flurry of chaos, a closed-door academic carnage that would go down in history—if only to be buried and never spoken of again.

Only four of them remained for this last-minute operation: Ollie, Luca, Princess Kira, and Ada. Theo had already fled, citing his pharmaceutical exams the next day—something about cramming, herb ratios, and praying to the gods of dosage. Noah had run off to focus on physical and spiritual conditioning for his division’s duel exams. Essentially, everyone with an ounce of self-preservation had bolted with valid reasons and couldn’t be stopped.

At first, Ollie felt bad about monopolizing the girls’ time, especially since they had orc division combat exams tomorrow.

But Princess Kira had merely tilted her head and declared, "Our kind are born swinging. We don’t study for combat—we descend."

Ada nodded solemnly in agreement, sharpening a dagger on her kneecap.

And that was all the justification they needed.

Luca, ever the responsible brother, turned to Ollie and asked, "What about your exam tomorrow, brother? The mechanic one?"

Ollie puffed up like a deflating balloon, hands on his hips. "It should be fine. It’s mostly repair, calibration, and component fabrication. If I can’t pass that, I should quit entirely and become a mushroom farmer."

"A spiritual mushroom farmer?" Luca offered, dead serious.

"Let’s not get ahead of ourselves."

Still, Luca frowned. "What about materials? Do you have everything you need?"

The young Kyros was already reaching for the dungeon’s resource vault, fully prepared to empty half their rare mineral reserves like a panicked pigeon flinging feed.

But Ollie quickly stopped him and, with uncharacteristic efficiency, produced three space buttons.

"Brother, I have these," Ollie said with a proud little sniff. "Plus, Kyle gave me his share, practically h-his entire collection, just the other day. I’ve got plenty."

Luca blinked at the offered inventory, momentarily stunned. His brother was...prepared?

The world felt unsteady.

Ollie clenched his fists. "I promise I won’t hold back. Even if it’s not part of the main competition, I want to do my best."

There was a brief pause as the words settled around the room like an invisible pressure.

"Then," Luca declared, "we’ll focus on the general knowledge exam!"

Silence.

Then dread.

And then a shared groan from everyone present except D-29, who had already begun projecting review materials onto every surface like a maniacal tutor from a dystopian prep school.

And thus began the descent into madness.

Far from the academic chaos, in a space filled with maps, dispatch screens, and updates trickling in from every quadrant of the system, Kyle suddenly paused reading a report.

"Captain, have you heard from Luca?" he asked, glancing toward Xavier.

Xavier looked up from the intel console. "No. Why?"

Kyle frowned. "It’s just...I’ve been getting play-by-plays from him for a while now. And usually, the updates are non-stop. But suddenly, nothing. It’s been hours."

Xavier’s brows furrowed, checking his terminal for a response. "Hmm. He also didn’t respond to my last message. I told him we probably wouldn’t be able to return to the dorms today, given the new logistical arrangements we still need to check. Still no reply."

For a second, the two stood in contemplative silence.

Then Xavier’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Sid?"

The guardian mecha stirred, having been silently monitoring in his own spectral corner in the sea of consciousness. "Master," Sid responded with that usual clipped politeness, "everything is currently in order. The little master and your other friends are engaged in an...intense cramming session."

Kyle’s brows shot up.

Xavier blinked. "Intense?"

Sid paused, weighing his words with meticulous care. "Yes, master."

But in truth, that was the sanitized version. A definite understatement for what actually bordered on warfare. But per the request of Lord Ollie, which was honored by his Little Master, he wasn’t about to disclose the situation unless allowed to.

And while Xavier was his master, he felt obligated to keep silent, especially when Lord Ollie was adamant he wanted to do this because he also had his pride to protect.

So, Sid, who had even observed new torture techniques, could only stay quiet and unnoticed.

After all, there haven’t been any fatalities.

Yet.

He just wasn’t sure how long this was going to stay true.

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