The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Punished

But none of it could probably be heavier than Jax’s breathing as he attempted to fuse himself with the bathroom wall.

Honestly, it was an immediate betrayal of his recent oath of never leaving first.

Because frankly, he realized that if he stayed, he might not make it out, either.

He’d taken one look at that room, at those parents, and realized: nope.

And besides, he only barely heard of what happened when they all suddenly disappeared.

So, just what would he tell these expectant adults?

Thankfully, his father had never been one to look for him, and he likely wouldn’t have to go through something like this. And so, with admirable survival instincts, the actual dorm owner dipped straight into Luca’s dungeon space.

Only to come across the Duchess when he ran outside.

Duchess Amelia blinked down at him, her brows lifting slightly. "Is everything alright?" she asked, concerned.

Jax, still catching his breath, looked up with a grim expression. "Not exactly, Your Grace..."

She looked him up and down, taking in his rumpled shirt, room slippers, and how his hair was sticking up at impossible angles. "Did you roll straight out of bed?"

"Sort of, Your Grace," Jax said flatly. "And I wish I’d stayed there."

Amelia narrowed her eyes. "What happened?" _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

"The Mylors, they-they showed up. In person. Looking for their son." He rubbed his face like he could scrub the memory away. "They’re in there now. Talking to him."

Amelia’s lips parted slightly. "Oh."

Her mind worked quickly, piecing things together. "And they hadn’t seen him since?"

"Since he left to return to Planet Nova," Jax confirmed grimly. "It’s just that it seems like they’ve somehow heard about the hijacking incident."

"Ah."

A soft exhale left the Duchess as her eyes softened with understanding and a touch of sympathy for the Mylors.

But also for Ollie.

For in all fairness to the child, what happened was out of his control. So maybe it would help if she explained it as someone who could attest to their unusual situation.

It was just that she couldn’t exactly waltz into the dorms unannounced, especially since she hadn’t gone through the proper arrival procedures of Planet Nova.

Hm.

Amelia tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Then...please tell Luca and the others that I’d like to extend an invitation to the Mylors to join our small gathering later. That way, I can at least explain things to them properly."

Jax straightened a little. "Understood, Your Grace."

Then he paused.

"..."

"Actually," he added slowly, "maybe I’ll message Kyle instead."

Amelia raised a brow. "Why?"

The messenger gave a wan smile. "Call it instinct, Your Grace."

He also didn’t elaborate, for the back of his neck was all tingly. Also, how would he explain how it felt dangerous to randomly badger the Captain lately?

But his other best friend wasn’t doing as well.

The said adjutant was standing right outside the door, shoulders stiff, ear tilted toward the faintest sounds filtering through.

Yelp.

Thud.

Another yelp.

Kyle winced sympathetically.

What in the Emperor’s name are they doing to him in there? He thought to himself.

And then he heard it.

"One! Two! One! Two!"

Kyle blinked.

Huh?

It was worrying, but how come the muffled groans sounded familiar?

But of course. As a soldier who had been keeping up with his training daily, it would be impossible to be unfamiliar with these sounds.

Inside the borrowed room, a certain prodigal son could be seen fighting for his life.

Not in the sense of fists or belts or even thrown slippers.

But that was because most, if not nearly everyone, were unaware of the Astrea side of Ollie’s lineage.

Classified, Ollie was always told the same word, which was basically how he described that side of the family.

"Thirty more burpees, Oliver!" his mother commanded cheerfully.

"M-mom, please—anything...!" Ollie gasped between huffs. "Anything but burpees!"