The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546: Meltdowns

The news spread fast, screaming-across-the-universe fast.

Across planets, through terminals, into inboxes buried under spam, it echoed like a declaration from the stars.

The House of Kyros’ heir was taking a special licensure exam.

And while the master mechanics who received such messages were intrigued, it was a different case for the people of House Kyros.

It was related to their Young Lord.

Naturally, everyone wanted to go. Everyone. Even the retired, selectively deaf lake caretaker tried to register as a supporter.

But that many supposed medically discharged soldiers entering Planet Nova at once? Yeah, that might cause... problems and raise questions.

So D-29, with all the gravity of a system who had just solved world hunger, recommended a livestream.

"!!!"

It was an instant hit.

Of course, the lucky fifty who were allowed to watch in person and breathe the same air still got glared at so hard their hairlines receded. One even fainted from the sheer pressure.

Not that the air on Nova was better, but at least they’d get to witness history with their own eyes—and have something dramatic to tell their children.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen of the Dungeon space, a team of so-called "children" had declared a critical mission: Operation Support Luca.

They were cutting, slicing, grilling, and mostly arguing over what was best for a mecha-building genius who apparently forgot meals were a necessity.

"What are we making?" Ollie asked from his post—clinging to Kyle like a living fanny pack, arms wrapped loosely around the taller man’s waist as they waited for Xavier’s latest set of guidelines.

"The Captain said Luca needed food he could eat without getting his hands dirty," Kyle replied calmly, carefully preparing a chicken wrap.

Ollie blinked. "That’s... oddly specific."

Xavier, passing by, didn’t even stop. "Kitchen staff are handling full meals. But this is Luca. He’ll maximize his time. He won’t stop to eat if it’ll interfere with his work."

Ah. Yes. That made sense.

The little mop sighed dramatically. He knew his brother. The moment Luca said he’d "just finish some prep," what he meant was he was going to disappear into a vortex of hyper-productivity and re-emerge as a sleep-deprived legend.

Ollie wanted to help. Really, he did. But it had been too long since he last got to see Kyle...

So here he was. Glued to him. Like a desperate, affectionate barnacle.

In their corner of the kitchen, Kyle noticed the sudden pout in Ollie’s face when he looked down. His hair antenna, which usually stood like a proud flag of joy, had wilted into a sad comma.

His little star was likely conflicted about where he should be.

Kyle turned around slowly, catching the blonde off guard.

"Ollie."

No answer.

"Ollie?"

The blonde jumped. "Y-Yes?!"

Kyle held up a snack wrap even though he was sure Xavier had taken care of it. "Why don’t you take this to Luca? I made you one too. Maybe ask if he wants more fillings next time? Or what he’d like for the other ones?"

Ollie stared at him, eyes wide and suspiciously glassy. "But Kyle... we just got back... and I..."

Kyle set the wrap down, stepped forward, and—before Ollie could blink—pulled him into a firm hug.

Pressed chest to chest, Ollie blinked rapidly as a faint shimmer enveloped them in a soft spiritual barrier.

"I miss you too," Kyle murmured, voice low, brushing Ollie’s hair with a tenderness that could melt metal.

Ollie’s breath hitched.

How could he say forever just like that! How shameless! He thought as he ran through possible names starting with the letter K.

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