The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 363

Chapter 363: Accusations and Agreements

The trembling door opened to Duchess Amelia and Duke Leander, whose eyes immediately darted around the room.

"LUCA!" Duke Leander roared, his booming voice rattling the windows as he swept dramatically into the room, trying to hone in on his black-haired treasure.

"MY SON, WHERE ARE YOU—"

But his words were choked off when his eyes landed on the scene before him: the soft, tender sight of Luca clinging to Xavier like a tiny, trembling bundle, his flushed face pressed against that wolf’s chest while the same predator calmly rested a hand on his back, soothing him with slow, confident strokes.

Duchess Amelia followed hurriedly behind, her eyes immediately narrowing in sharp assessment and exasperation.

"My son, are you alright?" she asked, moving swiftly past her blustering husband, practically pushing him off to kneel gracefully at the bedside, her hands gently cupping her son’s cheeks.

Wide-eyed and flustered, Luca peeked up, cheeks pink and voice small. "M-Mom, I’m okay! I just... I was just surprised. I’m alright now, really."

Xavier dipped his head slightly in greeting, his expression composed despite the chaotic entrance. "He was only shocked, Your Grace. Nothing serious."

Duke Leander, however, was still stuck blinking at the sight of his precious son entangled with this man. His mouth opened, closed, opened again—he raised a finger as if to say something, but Duchess Amelia, with the grace of a seasoned veteran, smoothly cut in before he could launch into fatherly interrogation.

"Leander," she murmured, placing a firm hand on his arm, "I believe we should check on Ollie, too."

At her words, the Duke blinked as if shaking himself out of a daze. "Ollie, he’s here too?"

His wife gave him a meaningful look. "Yes! The doctor said so earlier!"

Duke Leander turned, gaze sweeping the room, only to spot not Ollie, but Ollie’s parents instead—the distinguished Marquis Osmond and Marquise Julienne Mylor, standing nearby with serene smiles.

There was a beat of awkward silence as the people from two houses faced each other across the room.

And then, as if in perfect aristocratic synchronization, they inclined their heads slightly in mutual greeting, exchanging courteous pleasantries as if their children hadn’t just thrown the entire space into emotional chaos minutes earlier.

"Marquis Osmond, Marquise Julienne," Duchess Amelia greeted smoothly, her voice honeyed and graceful. "A pleasure, though I wish it were under calmer circumstances."

"The pleasure is ours, Duchess," Marquise Julienne returned warmly, though her eyes twinkled with subtle mischief. "It seems our children are keeping us on our toes."

Indeed, they were being kept on their toes as one particular blonde actually lay there thinking about life while pretending to be dead.

Ollie, truthfully, had woken up shortly after Luca stirred—but what was he supposed to do?

He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know where to look, and definitely didn’t want to get caught up in the emotional whirlwind happening across the room, especially when he was still nursing his own grievances!

So, of course, the only logical solution was...to play dead.

The blonde lay stiffly under the covers, eyes squeezed shut, trying to control his breathing so no one would notice. But every time his good brother spoke, his ears would unconsciously betray him as they twitched, ever so slightly, straining to catch every word.

And Kyle? Kyle saw it all.

The adjutant leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched the seriously not-sleeping Ollie pretend for dear life.

"Well then," Kyle drawled, voice smooth and casual. "We should let him rest, right? Meanwhile, we can help prepare for tonight’s dinner."

Snap.

Ollie’s eyes shot wide open, panicked, only to meet Kyle’s wickedly amused gaze head-on.

You—!" The frantic stick bolted upright with a huff, his cheeks flushing pink. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?! You’ll get more if I’m left behind!"

Kyle lifted one brow. "Who, me?"

"Don’t you ’who, me?’ me!" Ollie huffed and, with an intense scowl, crossed his arms tightly over his chest. "This is your fault, too, Kyle! Why should I be the only one left behind?!"

His eyes glistened with a mix of grievance and indignation as he puffed up, voice rising. "Not only was my reputation tarnished for being a homewrecker, which I’m definitely not! But now, I’ll even miss out on the food and the goods!"

"So! You—you’ll just have to wait until I find a sweetheart first! After I find one, you can definitely go ahead, I’ll even help you! And I’ll even make a contract—yes, a contract!—to protect my rights!"

...They don’t even know how I feel, Ollie thought miserably, his chest tightening. They don’t know what it’s like to think about the sweetheart...

But to the mind of an opportunist, this sounded like a go signal. "Well, Ollie," he murmured, voice teasingly serious, "it’s not impossible. But that’s a pretty steep request. You know, it’d delay my life plans. My family planning." _{ƒrēewebnovel.com}

That should work!