The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]-Chapter 480: Labels

Luca’s words weren’t only healing, but apparently they were enough to wake the dead, or the kinda dead.

Because from the cocoon of Kyle’s coat came a soft rustling.

Then a faint voice, small and hoarse like a kitten with a sore throat: "Food? There’s food?"

But his sudden interjection attracted the attention of everyone, especially the gaze of one dutiful human recliner.

"You heard there’s food and you’re awake?" Kyle looked down, seeing the face of someone who didn’t expect to be put in the spotlight.

Ollie’s face, which had been a model of serenity while sleeping, was once again mutating into a tomato who could only say, "N-no! It’s not like that!"

But just as the blonde tried defending himself, his stomach growled. Loud. Obnoxious. Embarrassingly honest.

"AAAAAHHHH!" Ollie complained, embarrassed at the sound.

But the timing was undeniable.

There was a beat of silence before Kyle chuckled, low and fond. "Well, I guess...good morning to you, too."

That broke the tension.

Laughter spilled around the room—light, warm, and very much needed.

Luca was the first to snicker at Ollie’s outburst, hands politely clasped like he hadn’t just watched someone be publicly betrayed by their own digestive system.

But after a few giggles, the little lord straightened up, lips curling into something more thoughtful.

"Well, we should actually eat," Luca said, glancing around. "Everyone’s been really busy lately. But it’s a bit too early for dinner, so the kitchen probably hasn’t finished prepping the dishes they’ve mastered."

The crowd murmured in agreement. Nobody wanted to poke the cooks when they were in their "concentration ritual," which often involved humming battle hymns and threatening each other over who was going to taste test for the day.

Luca nodded to himself. "In that case...I’ll make a snack, let’s try some kale chips."

A beat.

Then—

"Kale?" Jax repeated, perking up like someone just mentioned his long-lost cousins.

"Yes?" Luca blinked. "It’s a vegetable."

"That’s the one being cared for by the elders, right? But it’s always there! I thought it was some kind of decoration!"

Xavier, slightly behind them, muttered, "You were there when it was planted."

"Yes! But I didn’t get to eat it then!"

With a quiet laugh, Luca effortlessly relocated everyone to the test kitchen. The inside was warm and brightly lit, filled with soft hums of machines. The air smelled faintly of herbs and sterilized surfaces.

Jax was already bouncing on his heels. "Chips, as in like banana chips?"

Luca initially checked the ovens, preheating a few of them before walking them through it, explaining, "When we were trying to decide what to plant, kale came to mind because it’s a cut-and-grow-again kind of crop. That means we can keep harvesting from the same plant multiple times. It’s incredibly efficient."

"What?!"

"Yes, unlike those that you have to replant right away for the next harvest, crops that are like this allow for more harvest because we skip the germination and maturing period for the second and so on harvests.’

Then Ollie, finally upright and awake, blinked at his brother. "So, you’re saying it grows really fast?"

"Not exactly," Luca nodded.

"Unlike water spinach or lettuce, kale takes a little longer before the first harvest, but after that? We can harvest again and again. Normally, it takes about two weeks per cycle, but in here..." He gestured toward the entire place. "We’re talking days or with the Elders, even less."

Jax, now crouched beside a kale crate as if inspecting sacred treasure, whispered reverently, "If it’s like this, then my children could live longer, right?"

There was silence.

Luca blinked. "...I guess you could think of it like that."

"Then I must adopt some," Jax declared dramatically.

"I think the elders would be able to help you," Luca said happily, because if it’s like this, Jax wouldn’t cry whenever he had to harvest his crops!

"And while we wait for dinner," he added, already gathering ingredients, "let’s see if these chips are good enough for use."

Ollie, now seated beside the prep counter with a glass of water and still bundled in Kyle’s coat, raised a hand weakly. "I volunteer as a tester!"

Apparently, a tester and a videographer.

Because as Luca began preparing the kale, Kyle leaned down slightly and reminded the blonde, "Don’t you usually record his cooking instructions? I can do it instead if you want."

"Oh—right! No, I-I got it!" Ollie fumbled, quickly reaching for his terminal. He activated the recording mode and pointed it toward Luca, who was already narrating the ingredients and the initial steps for the kale chips.

But Ollie, who normally would’ve been utterly fixated on the food prep, couldn’t help but glance sideways.

Because next to him stood one very tall, very calm, and apparently not-so-brooding b-boyfriend.

Kyle.

His boyfriend.

OOF!

And he didn’t even look one bit distracted. He just stood there, listening to Luca intently, arms crossed, expression thoughtful, face still handsome.

Gaah! Erase! Erase! Internally chastised the blonde who was trying to remain a good boy with pure thoughts.

Ollie glanced again.

Then again.

And again. Just checking if the statue still looked the same.

And each time he did it, he hoped Kyle wouldn’t catch him because things hadn’t sunk in yet, and he felt like he needed to keep checking by looking.

The labels were different now—weren’t they? But nothing felt different. Or maybe that was just because he passed out earlier and only just woke up.

Or maybe...

Maybe it was because he still hadn’t told Kyle about everything—about how he realized his feelings, and about how that very long (not) and very stressful time apart almost drove him crazy.

Or maybe labels didn’t really change anything.

He wasn’t sure. After all, he’d never been in a relationship before.

Ollie had a lot of questions. So many that he didn’t even notice Kyle lift his terminal. Not until his own terminal pinged with a message.

[KYLE: Little Star, if you stare any harder, you might miss the entire session. Aren’t you hungry? I promise, you can look all you want later. Because you’re coming with me tonight.]

Ollie nearly dropped to his butt.

His eyes flew wide, neck flushing red in slow-motion horror and disbelief.

He turned to look at Kyle.

But the man didn’t even glance down. He just smirked. Lips tilted in that slow, satisfied curve that always spelled trouble.

Then his arm snaked around Ollie’s waist and pulled him close.

Ollie made a strangled noise. His knees buckled slightly, and his soul might’ve left his body.

Kyle’s brow lifted as if innocently asking, Hmm? What’s wrong?

Ollie could only scream internally: You! YOU’RE WHAT’S WRONG!

And just like that, Ollie’s opinion shifted.

No changes between them?! Lies. Delusions. False hope. He was going to die early like this. There was too much change. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Thankfully, salvation came in the form of one cheerful brother.

"Here!" Luca chirped, handing over his share of ingredients for the snack. "Everyone, try making your own batch!"

Ollie scrambled toward the counter like it was a lifeboat.

And it was during this cooking lesson—while trying to rub oil and seasoning onto deceptively leafy vegetables—that Ollie came to understand something very important:

He finally understood why young students struggle to study when they are in love.

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