The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 446

Chapter 446: Reverse

"Brother," Luca said solemnly, brows furrowed in quiet alarm, "I think you have the drums, too."

Ollie paled.

The color drained from his face so fast it might’ve been pulled out by a vacuum.

"What?! I-I have what?!"

The hall went silent.

Or it would have, if not for the scraping of utensils overpowering the sounds of slurping.

See, the morning had started as most post-crisis mornings did. With evacuation protocols still in place, everyone had been told to remain in the main hall until the building inspections were completed. Meanwhile, DG did what DG always did best during tense moments.

They had breakfast.

The milk was fresh. The eggs were golden and steaming. Even the fruit was peeled with a precision that suggested the presence of either advanced robots or a terrifyingly devoted husband.

And said husband was currently slicing Luca’s mangoes into blooming flowers in accordance with that book he’s been looking at. The true top student of the Academy. Hands steady. Eyes serious.

On the other side of the table, Kyle was quietly passing Ollie a bottle of cold milk, murmuring something about him eating later than usual and maybe needing to coat his stomach.

Ollie was surprised but loved milk and was extremely thankful.

Then he looked up—and saw the stares.

The other students, fellow evacuees, were quietly sipping on their nutrient solution packs and wondering why life was not fair as they pondered their terrible lot in life.

"They don’t even look dusty," someone whispered.

"You smell it too, right?!"

"He doesn’t even have to cut it for himself...sigh."

Envy thickened the air. They were hungry for the food that they were eating, but even then, they didn’t ask to be fed this much dog food!

Meanwhile, Ollie had been trying his best to act normal.

But he kept looking at Luca.

Making quiet, desperate little eye contact. Like a puppy begging for spiritual clarity.

Luca, of course, noticed. And being the overly earnest brother that he was, who had never once been good at interpreting subtle social cues, he panicked. He squinted and tried interpreting what it was until Xavier gave up and whispered, "He might need a little help. What about talking to him in private?"

The little chipmunk looked up at him with bright eyes and appreciated the gesture as he practically ran over to the other side to sit with Ollie once he saw him finish his meal.

It’s just that, unlike other gossiping individuals, this one was capable of erecting a spiritual barrier. All because Xavier said it was better to talk in private.

People stared.

Because nobody did that. That wasn’t just rare—that was absurd. That was something you did for high-profile negotiations, assassination-proof arguments, or national secrets. And even then, you do it for a very short time because it consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

But to everyone watching, they could only assume that Luca used it for gossip.

If only they knew that it was a matter of life, death, and resurrection!

Jax, several seats away, noticed the shimmering shield and cocked his head. "Are they okay?" he asked, raising a brow toward Xavier and Kyle.

Xavier didn’t even look surprised. He just sipped his drink and murmured, "They’ll figure it out."

Kyle, without taking his eyes from those two, added, "Don’t be too surprised if someone or both panic."

And sure enough, inside the barrier—

"I don’t want to have the drums!" Ollie moaned. "The books didn’t really show how people could die from this! They didn’t say how air and sleep become so rare that it’s scary!"

In an unexpected turn of events, two confused and relatively inexperienced lads started having a horrifyingly challenging conversation in a bid to diagnose Ollie’s ailment.

"Brother," he began gravely, voice low and serious. "I really think it’s the same thing that I had!"

Ollie gaped, but Luca looked even more horrified because his concern was a little different.

Inside the barrier, the blonde mechanic who was supposed to be a bit older and taller wanted to bawl over as he cried out in stress, "But brother! You’re married! I-I couldn’t possibly confirm the diagnosis by doing all that?!"