The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Willingness

She saw the flicker of change in his facial expression.

There was uncertainty, and if she was right, a whole lot of fear.

Yes, that was clearly fear.

But the moment her son looked up to that white wolf, his face morphed into determination, and worse—or best of all—trust.

She’d have to be blind not to see how her son has placed his trust in this guy, and while it hurt because she was the source of his uncertainty, she couldn’t help but feel relieved that her son found someone to trust.

It’s just that...was this man trustworthy? _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

Did he cross-check?

’...’

’...’

Please.

Who was she kidding? Thought the duchess, who could only sardonically laugh at the irony of all this.

It sure as hell was late for her, who didn’t get the full experience. But she suddenly felt like all of it just clicked. She somehow just understood a bit of why her own mother fainted back then.

And how she felt like she was going to end up in the same boat.

And somehow, she just knew she was being ridiculous. And a giant hypocrite.

If anything, wasn’t she the one being fed her own medicine?

Her hands felt clammy, and her knees could’ve wobbled at the thought, but she realized that her son had made a decision. And all that she could do right now was to see whether she could survive it.

For this kid, no, this young man was not the same little boy who would constantly ask her if the moon followed him around or how many naps it would take to get home.

He’d grown up. Whether she liked it or not.

She was the only one frozen in time.

She’d experienced being on the brink of death so many times now, and yet somehow that look was all it took to send her back there.

But she wasn’t going to cry.

Although right about now, she could’ve sworn she’d love to see the goofy face of a certain someone.

Or anyone who could tell her what to do and how to be an actual parent.

Just a bit of support.

But maybe this was for the best, for she’d decided on what she could do.

Not that she had a lot of options here.

Sigh.

It may have been a ground-breaking moment for one duchess, but to a few, all they saw was that sudden momentary wistful look in her eyes right before the sounds of clanking metals.

To the untrained eye, the Duchess hadn’t moved.

But a certain adjutant, trained in observation and veteran in the art of family disasters, saw the flicker first.

That subtle shift of weight.

And that soft exhale that sounded far too calm to be natural.

And then—

Clink.

It was a sound that wasn’t even that loud, but seriously reverberated through the hearts of a few lads.

Kyle Nox had a few expectations; in fact, he had so much more filed under the worst-case scenario folder in his head, but when those things came off one by one, he knew that he wasn’t accurate in imagining what could have been.

A dagger dropped into Cece’s hand.

The dwarf froze, mouth open, eyes wide.

"...was this in your boot?"

Another metallic click followed.

Clink. Clink.

Two more daggers—folding, gleaming, obviously poison-coated—fell into Gisella’s hands like they’d been waiting to stab fate itself.

And Duchess Amelia?

She remained silent, still unreadable.

Until she reached up, calmly pulled a comb from her hair, and revealed it to be a hidden blade.

"?"

"???"

A fan-shaped stun weapon that unfolded with a zzzzzip of glowing edges.

Click. Flick. Drop.

But the duchess remained silent all the while, and only until she made a decision to hand over even this one did she speak.

However, someone else was sure.