The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245: Celebrity

It was another one-way beatdown.

On one corder was a pitiful cat, while on the other was a victorious tortoise who was demanding a bath.

Yes, that tortoise.

The one who had just mere moments ago laid the mighty Phasetail Lynx flat with expertly aimed tentacle slaps.

Tortie was adamant about cleanliness after the shadow of being contaminated by corruption, and while the cat hadn’t been contaminated, it sure missed about a month’s worth of baths.

And the guardian beast was not having any of that.

The lynx could only flinch.

It may have been the size of a hovercraft, but after that slap, it knew better than to resist.

And so, with the grace of a deposed monarch, the beast slunk after Tortie like a prisoner of war.

Now, one can just imagine the kind of battle they faced for this.

Not only did it take an industrial-grade cleaning station, but with the size of this beast, they needed about half a dozen brave groomers and what could only be described as divine intervention to get through the matting. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

Yes, for Tortie had to literally lounge across the table while snacking on this new thing called Dandelions.

While cats are known to groom themselves, this one seemed to have gone through hell to end up looking like this.

The grime? Legendary.

The smell? Historic.

But when the last clump of fur was freed and the final spritz of fragrant mist settled—behold!

"Huh?"

"Wait a minute," Ollie squinted, the familiarity nagging at his soul.

This cat, this one looks really familiar.

Well, that is, if you don’t consider its current size.

"What’s wrong, brother?" Luca asked, suddenly nervous because of his expression.

"I don’t know if you remember Owen? But my little brother once got addicted to this show. And it was largely about a cat called, Mr. Mittens."

"And they seriously look alike," said Ollie, whose head kept tilting at this.

"That’s because he’s really Mr. Mittens." Said Xavier, who had just gotten the tag results for this beast.

"What?! But how could that be?!"

This one was registered as a house cat, but the Prince was not surprised. From what he knew of these particular beasts, they required a certain amount of spiritual energy to maintain this form.

And with the overall scarcity that had been going on for nearly a century now, no wonder this beast never got to show its true appearance.

"But didn’t Mr. Mittens go missing a few months ago?" Kyle reminded them.

"Kidnapping, right?" How could he not know when his owner, Earl Charles Nolan, nearly stormed his big brother’s office to ask for support in looking for the missing cat?

Now, because they really received a request for ransom that seemed to involve space pirates, the military was asked to help.

And they did launch a rescue, only to find out that the kidnappers actually lost the cat.

No wonder.

Because this one could literally disappear from thin air.

That was how Mr. Mittens managed to free himself from captivity; the only problem was that it used up its last energy reserve.

And he realized the inevitable. Without a way to get more spiritual energy, he was going to die.

And that was how the beast kept wandering through different ships by camouflaging itself.

While he couldn’t phase, he was still able to camouflage, which allowed him to roam in search of home or spiritual energy.

It was just that the cat, however majestic it was, was still a cat and couldn’t read and remember how to go home using hovercrafts, and eventually, it managed to land on Planet Kyros.

And that was likely the best coincidence that could ever happen to him.

For the bewildered lynx did not expect how wonderful the lives of these other beasts were.

But his joy in experiencing the Dungeon-Linked Space’s energy was short-lived, for his owner arrived in absolutely no time.

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Earl Charles was actually in the middle of his third box of tissues as he lamented on his still missing cat when the distressed man received a terminal notification.

"We believe so, as the tag reflected your information, " said Butler Gary, who remained composed but avoided mentioning the fact that the cat was now this big.

Ah, it is this one. Thought the beast, who was miffed but interested in meeting the human who had served him for a long time.