The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 536

Chapter 536: Thirty-Five Minutes

Gasp!

The Duke of Kyros, legendary war hero, proud father, and self-declared selection committee head... gasped.

He had been standing tall, arms crossed, eyes sharp. Like the responsible father he swore to be.

His goal was clear.

He would evaluate this batch of candidates. Pick only the best. He would help his son find worthy pilots—those who would be able to make full use of his carefully crafted biomechas.

He was focused. Sharp. Professional.

Until something moved.

And up until he turned to the left, only to see something strange.

What was Luca doing?

"...Huh?"

His eyes narrowed.

Luca was moving. His apparently not-so-little boy, his precious son, was jogging inside the simulation chamber like it was a pleasant morning run.

And then he noticed something else.

Luca wasn’t just running.

He was smiling.

Smiling widely and practically glowing.

"???"

Does Luca enjoy tests this much? Should they have more tests in the future? Thought the father who would likely drive the entire duchy insane with such a thought.

But what was he looking at?

Duke Leander, now mildly suspicious, leaned left.

Didn’t see it.

He stepped to the side. Just a little.

Still nothing.

So he stepped again. And leaned. And craned his whole neck like an old uncle trying to peek at a neighbor’s curtains.

Then—

There.

Through the gap between the panel dividers.

Another figure came into view.

Long white hair. Tall figure. Perfect posture. It was someone his brain had tried to skip earlier, thinking that if his brain thought of him as his nose, he’d be able to concentrate on his task for today.

Xavier.

Gasp!

The wolf-boy was running too.

The Duke gasped so hard he almost choked.

They were running. At the same time. As if they were running together through a field of flowers with a matching breeze.

Duke Leander’s mind was filled with laughter and hats that probably flew away with the wind and his dreams.

But then he shook his head and realized just where they were!

Inside the chamber.

So they’re running on what looked like treadmills with all this spiritual suppression?!

The Duke’s knees wobbled.

He had never seen such madness.

He looked around.

No one else seemed alarmed, but really, it was mostly because many of those who remained were already hard-pressed trying to remember their own names.

But he was the only one spiraling.

What is this? When did this start? Why was I not informed?!

The Duke’s fists curled.

A storm raged in his chest.

He felt like he had missed the first half of a very important battle. One where he didn’t even get to compete!

Sweat pricked his brow. And if Duchess Amelia saw him, she’d realize he was having a massive internal struggle.

He had promised his wife he’d be more open-minded.

And he had been.

When that wolf-boy positioned himself next to Luca during registration, Leander did not explode.

That had to count for something.

But—friendly competition was healthy, right?

That’s how warriors improved!

Surely Lia wouldn’t be mad at him if he just—

Just a little rivalry—

Surely it would be okay to test like this?

He was conflicted.

But then—such sons wouldn’t mind having strong male figures, right? he thought as he tried to justify it to himself.

Just then, he noticed Luca increasing his pace to match Xavier’s, and he saw that blinding smile.

His baby was really enjoying this.

Snap.

He wanted in!

The Duke’s last thread of self-control broke.

He wanted to see that smile too.

Surely they wouldn’t mind making room for a third monster?

Back outside, someone gasped.

Then another elbowed their neighbor.

"Look! Look!"

"Huh? What is it?"

"It’s the Duke!"

"What?! Our Duke?!"

"Who else?!"

"He’s moving! Is he also going to run like them?!"

And just like that, the quiet concentration inside the waiting hall shattered.

Eyes snapped to the screen, and fingers fumbled for their terminals as they tried capturing this insanity.

Videos were being sent to every group chat in the Kyros network.

From the kitchen staff to the training squads, and especially to those who were stuck doing other chores and couldn’t come watch.

Heck, if this hadn’t even been a secret limited to them, someone would’ve sent this to their teenage cousins in school.

The message was clear: House Kyros clearly looked far from dead.

But maybe that depended on who was looking, because for the likes of Butler Gary, he was just sure that the Duke had once again snapped.

He probably couldn’t help but compete. And it was the very same reason why Duchess Amelia kept an eye on her husband during family day events back when their Young Lord was but a toddler.

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