The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Unexpected Introductions

It would’ve been a scene that D-29 could immortalize.

Who would’ve thought that its research could finally be spot on?!

But alas, it was not meant to be, for behind closed doors, one adjutant was trying his best to stay alive.

Not because he was receiving the brunt of the non-existent hits, but because Ollie might kill him from asphyxiation.

"Hey, you’re going to have to face them properly. So I’m going to have to set you down." He whispered low enough for the mop to hear. Not like that would make a difference given their enhanced senses, but still.

"No, no!" He shook his head, eyes wide in terror.

"You’ve been wanting to show off your manliness, right? So this is your chance." Kyle, still supporting Ollie’s weight, whispers, "If I set you down, you will face them like the man that you are, right?"

But instead of pounding on his chest like he usually did, the mop hissed back, "If you let go, I’ll die like a fool." _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

There would be no need to talk about manliness or even futures, the world would just like that lose one bright soul!

Marquis Julienne, on the other hand, was not deterred by this and stepped gracefully inside with her husband behind her.

Ollie couldn’t tell if she was about to hug him or murder him. And it was likely both, but by the looks of it, his mother was just willing to hug his corpse once she was done with him.

Then she spoke, and he understandably flinched.

Marquise Julienne spoke softly, but somehow it felt louder than a thunderclap: "Oliver. We need to talk."

Then the Marquise’s gaze shifted, her sharp, discerning eyes settling on Kyle with a precision that made him stand a little straighter despite himself.

She offered him a smile—polite, gracious, but edged with the steel of a woman who was used to getting answers to her silent questions.

"My apologies," she said smoothly, her voice gentle but firm, "I don’t believe we’ve been introduced."

Her head inclined slightly, elegant as a practiced elite. "May I ask for your name, young man?"

The adjutant hesitated for half a second before answering.

"...Kyle Nox, My Lady." He answered with a respectful nod, his voice steady despite the situation’s awkwardness.

The name dropped like a pebble into a still pond.

The Marquise blinked once, twice, her polite smile faltering just a fraction, just enough for someone observant to notice. Her eyebrows rose a millimeter, surprise flickering across her otherwise composed features before smoothing back into practiced elegance.

"A pleasure, Lord Nox." Her smile returned with suspicious swiftness.

Kyle wasn’t sure whether it was a compliment or a curse.

"Thank you for looking after my son," she added, her tone pleasant, though something flashed in her eyes now—something that made Kyle feel like he’d just been added to a list. A very long, very detailed list.

Behind her, Marquis Osmond cocked his head to one side slightly as if silently reading between invisible lines.

Then the Marquise’s tone softened ever so slightly as she continued, "We were wondering...if it would be possible for us to borrow the room for a little while."

Her smile widened by a fraction. "Just a quiet family conversation. Nothing more."

Honestly, that sounded ominous, especially when paired with that expression.

And this got Ollie swallowing. Loudly.

"!!!"