The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Miracle of Miracles
Duke Leander’s eye kept twitching the entire time.

Who wouldn’t have the same reaction when someone starts talking about the fate of the Empire as if it could all be decided by him?

And last he remembered, he was no god. So, why was the Marshal speaking like he was the miracle to beat all miracles?

Duke Leander had no idea what was going on until Marshal Julian congratulated him and his wife on figuring out how to cure the spiritual imbalance disorder.

Apparently, Duke Leander knew how to get rid of the corruption.

Say, what now?

‘???’

But he could swear on everything holy that he didn’t.

At best, they only knew how to keep it at bay—wait a minute.

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be swearing.

Was the Marshal talking about the fruits sold on Star Net?

Does he already know?

But lo and behold, it was another thing entirely.

Something more alarming.

“Thank you for sending your son over. We have prepared for the worst and even initiated evacuations, but with him, I was able to fully recover.” Marshal Julian said with a reminiscent look as he remembered how he was prepared to die that day. Only to be saved by his nephew and the Duke’s son.

The usually proud father was obviously stunned.

A full recovery?

And it was his son who did it?

What’s more, he was allegedly the one who sent his baby over?!

Eh?!

While the Duke was having an internal crisis, he was actually able to school his expression, maintaining an air of mystery when all he wanted to do was run back to hide his precious boy in case someone decided to snatch him away.

So, the Duke, who had absolutely no idea how this was possible but fully trusted his precious son to be able to do such a deed, decided to carry the pot.

“I am glad that you’ve recovered, Marshal. Fortunately, it was right on time.”

“About that, Duke.” Marshal Julian paused as he knew his request would sound presumptuous, but who else would be able to make this request, save for him, who was lucky enough to be cured?

“Is the cure something that we could implement at least for the most critically affected?” It felt like a long shot because Duke Leander was not selfish and wouldn’t withhold information this beneficial unless it was something they couldn’t easily implement.

The internally flustered father could only swallow his screams as he had no idea how to answer.

But he was still of noble descent and should be able to deal with this. So, he would fake it til he made it. Saying no outright would be dangerous as it would invite others to take the cure for themselves.

He knew what it felt like to be desperate.

And if someone told him that someone was withholding something that would cure his son, then that person better prepare for an invasion.

If he could do it, others would surely be able to do the same.

“It’s still experimental at this point, and if not for the fact that you had no other options, then we wouldn’t have thought of testing it on you.” The Marshal somewhat expected this answer but still felt disappointed that it wasn’t ready for mass production.

“I understand, Duke Leander. If there’s any way we could assist in this, say funding or even test subjects, please don’t hesitate to approach us. So many lives are hinging on this.”

Way to go.

The Duke could only nod and give a rather non-commital answer, “We’ll update you once we have something more concrete.”

They were going to have to build a lab.

Who was going to believe his bullshit when there was no believable cover.

But the Duke, who ran off from the headquarters as if his ass was on fire, wouldn’t just need a lab for this.

However, all of these projects would have to wait until he got to check his own medical results.

That farewell and congratulations on full recovery practically knocked the Duke awake.

Come to think of it, he’s been using and releasing his spiritual abilities throughout the day and only attributed his lively disposition to seeing his precious son.

But what was this about a full recovery?

Was it possible that he had recovered, too?

This was the big difference between the Marshal and the Duke, whose cases were different.

When the then despondent Duke realized he was likely going to succumb to the disease if he continued using his abilities, he decided to stop everything altogether.

And for years, he hadn’t really used his spiritual abilities, all so he could last long enough to witness his son’s return.

It was a dream, but he was known to dream big.

So, he had forgotten the difference in feeling when the corruption feasts on your active energy.

Then he realized that he hadn’t encountered resistance since he started using his abilities.

And the Marshal was right.

Butler Gary performed the test, and not even the doctors were aware of it because this was going to be momentous.

Everyone with functioning brain cells would definitely ask how it was possible.

Right now, he had no idea because it seemed like his son really did it.

“Your Grace, what are we going to do with this?” Asked the trembling Butler, who had to re-read the results over and over.

In fact, the poor guy even decided to wear spectacles he didn’t even need just to ensure he wasn’t just seeing things.

We need to ask my son. Thought the Duke.

Honestly, they didn’t know how to proceed because they were unsure if this was a dangerous procedure that required the sacrifice of some firstborn children.

Or what if it was dangerous for his son?

The Duke felt conflicted.

It was something that would definitely help the Empire, but at the same time, it would also put his son at the forefront of this battle.

And they were very much unprepared.

But he was a father to a great son, and he couldn’t just cut off the boy’s wings because he was an incompetent dad.

Fine.

Then, everyone should just adjust to his son’s level.

That very same day, the duchy’s people, who had been used to relatively peaceful lives, received stern orders to intensify training.

Many wondered why such orders were issued until they saw that the Duke was back and ready to regain his influence.

Then, the frantic father designated an area for a laboratory and a hospital.

Who was going to believe he was doing something when all they’ve got are cleared lands and artificial vegetation?

And so, overnight, the Duke, who was supposed to be building a homey cabin, ended up checking laboratory plans, eventually ushering in a great change by daybreak.

Because there was no way he was going to be stopped by a few blueprints from seeing his son.

It was just that when he returned to the space, he was surprised to find out that the children had gone out to apply to make their own guild!

Their own guild?!

Was his son also planning on joining the Astral Cup?!