The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Miracle of Miracles

Duke Leander’s eye kept twitching the entire time.

Who wouldn’t have the same reaction when someone starts talking about the fate of the Empire as if it could all be decided by him?

And last he remembered, he was no god. So, why was the Marshal speaking like he was the miracle to beat all miracles?

Duke Leander had no idea what was going on until Marshal Julian congratulated him and his wife on figuring out how to cure the spiritual imbalance disorder.

Apparently, Duke Leander knew how to get rid of the corruption.

Say, what now?

’???’

But he could swear on everything holy that he didn’t.

At best, they only knew how to keep it at bay—wait a minute.

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be swearing.

Was the Marshal talking about the fruits sold on Star Net?

Does he already know?

But lo and behold, it was another thing entirely.

Something more alarming.

"Thank you for sending your son over. We have prepared for the worst and even initiated evacuations, but with him, I was able to fully recover." Marshal Julian said with a reminiscent look as he remembered how he was prepared to die that day. Only to be saved by his nephew and the Duke’s son.

The usually proud father was obviously stunned.

A full recovery?

And it was his son who did it?

What’s more, he was allegedly the one who sent his baby over?!

Eh?!

While the Duke was having an internal crisis, he was actually able to school his expression, maintaining an air of mystery when all he wanted to do was run back to hide his precious boy in case someone decided to snatch him away.

So, the Duke, who had absolutely no idea how this was possible but fully trusted his precious son to be able to do such a deed, decided to carry the pot.

"I am glad that you’ve recovered, Marshal. Fortunately, it was right on time."

"About that, Duke." Marshal Julian paused as he knew his request would sound presumptuous, but who else would be able to make this request, save for him, who was lucky enough to be cured?

"Is the cure something that we could implement at least for the most critically affected?" It felt like a long shot because Duke Leander was not selfish and wouldn’t withhold information this beneficial unless it was something they couldn’t easily implement.

The internally flustered father could only swallow his screams as he had no idea how to answer.

But he was still of noble descent and should be able to deal with this. So, he would fake it til he made it. Saying no outright would be dangerous as it would invite others to take the cure for themselves.

He knew what it felt like to be desperate.

And if someone told him that someone was withholding something that would cure his son, then that person better prepare for an invasion.

If he could do it, others would surely be able to do the same.

"It’s still experimental at this point, and if not for the fact that you had no other options, then we wouldn’t have thought of testing it on you." The Marshal somewhat expected this answer but still felt disappointed that it wasn’t ready for mass production.

"I understand, Duke Leander. If there’s any way we could assist in this, say funding or even test subjects, please don’t hesitate to approach us. So many lives are hinging on this."

Way to go.

The Duke could only nod and give a rather non-commital answer, "We’ll update you once we have something more concrete."

They were going to have to build a lab.