The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 359

Chapter 359: Blind
Marquise Julienne realized that this was really her child after looking at her husband, who had the same confused look.

Okay, fine.

Of all the things to inherit, did it really have to be selective blindness?

It was the problem of these observant Mylors who liked dipping their hands in what spoke to their souls.

But what to do when screaming at their souls won’t even work? Just like now.

See, it wasn’t the case of being too oblivious to see the light, for if it happened to the people around them, they’d likely know.

But for some unexplainable reason, they seem to think they’re personally immune to such things.

Like her boy who was acting like a total scumbag right now.

He just went home and spoke to her, asking about being introduced to girls, but if her guess was correct, this, whatever this was, had been going on for far longer.

So, did he really come asking about other women when he was practically neck deep in a not-so-committed relationship?

Just like his father, whom she almost had to hog tie just for him to see beyond his nose!

And now this child was thinking he’s entitled to that poor boy’s life?!

He’s going around asking for people to court, but he could not seem to imagine this specimen brought forth by the greatest of them to ever leave his side?

I’m sorry, my son, but you ought to learn a few things so you can see what’s right in front of you.

“Silly boy! He’s not going to disappear or die, it’s just that you boys are at that age, you see?”

“?”

“???”

“Oh, you know, Olliver! In fact, your best brother would probably know better.” Nodded the marquise, who smiled gently before looking at Luca, who pointed at himself in surprise.

“Me, My Lady?”

“Why, yes, my dear! I heard from Oliver that you’re in a relationship, is that correct?”

The little chipmunk’s face suddenly reddened before he nodded at the question.

“Great! Then you might be able to shed light on this!” She clasped her hands, suddenly startling the cadets before her.

“Would you say that your partner is a dedicated one? Does he take good care of you? And would you consider him reliable?”

Luca listened to all the questions and nodded earnestly after thinking about it.

Not that there were many things to think about, because Xavier was that and more. If anything, he was just wondering why it mattered.

But then she asked, “Then would you be okay if you had to share your partner’s attention with someone else?”

“Maybe if your partner had to protect the said person the same way you’re being protected? And if the same person had to be stuck with your partner for nearly the entire day?”

“Even at night in his room, in fact!”

“And what about taking life-saving blows for that person where your partner would end up injured?”

The little golden dragon’s eyes trembled at this.

That…It shouldn’t be so bad, right?

Right?

But how come none of that sounded good to him? And at night, too?

Luca was not selfish. He understood that Xavier was a responsible man who would try to help others when possible.

But…

But Xavier promised that it was only him. And at night?!

D-29 also considered that a disadvantage because if someone equated his host in the eyes of the benefactor, then didn’t that mean that the host’s share would be divided with someone else?

An unacceptable resource diversion! And so the little system beeped warnings in the mind of its imaginative host.

None of that sounded right, and even Ollie looked mortified at that, even commenting about it.

“Oh no! You mustn’t allow that, brother!”

“Huh?” Luca was startled by his brother’s outburst and expression, for he looked grim and panicked.

“They say that’s usually the start of emotional cheating!” replied the blonde, who suddenly went on a tirade about cheaters and even roped in his father by saying how he sometimes doesn’t notice when women are after him.

And for a moment, the exasperated mother watched the scene unfold like the blind leading the blind, as Ollie began passionately listing warning signs of doom as if he wasn’t facing one right now.

Marquise Julienne raised a brow and finally looked at Kyle, who was equally stunned.

The adjutant, for all intents and purposes, was trying to figure out what was really at play here when the marquise finally looked at him.

Then she whispered, “he’s as adorable as he’s sincere. But there is one thing you might want to know.”

She smiled faintly. “He’s also blind as a bat.”

Kyle’s eyes widened. A chill ran down his spine as he realized that there might have been a misunderstanding!

“My Lady! It’s not, we’re not like—” he grappled with his words, only for them to be continued by the woman before him.

“Not like that? Are you sure?”

“Because if you’re so sure…then you’d have to let him suffer. Or he’ll get so dependent he won’t survive without you.”

She gave a knowing look, and it was as if a lump was stuck in Kyle’s throat as the marquise gave him a choice.

The dome was rife with Ollie’s intense warnings that scared all the men out there as he lectured about things that even he couldn’t implement.

But while they were all listening with rapt attention, two people were having an intense conversation.

“He’ll look for you when he’s in pain, when he’s cold, and when he’s got a problem. And it’s great now that you’re here…” She paused, wanting him to understand the implication. “But you heard him. Or were you planning on staying a bachelor for life?”

“I…” Kyle looked for words, but it was like grasping at straws.

But were there really straws to grasp? Or was he being a dishonest prick?

And who was he kidding? If the mop cried and he was away, would he not run back?

What about against that very long list of candidates back at home? If he had done a comparative assessment based on the documents they’d given him, which was the initial plan in the first place, would the little menace have lost?

Probably.

Most likely.

But would it matter?

Did it matter that he’s all over the place? That he has so many things. Or that he’s always knocked out cold and drooling?

What about having to sleep in that cramped space because a tiny person was taking up the wingspan of a giant?

Surely, his life would be much easier if it were just like before.

Definitely.

But would he want that?

‘…’

Hah.

‘…’

Fuck.

“Take your time, decide well. Because there’s no turning back once you’ve decided. Meanwhile, I’ll go teach—”

The marquise knew this would be a difficult decision, but didn’t expect to hear words that got her ears ringing.

“My Lady,” Kyle said hoarsely, “I didn’t get to agree to our second break-up.”

“Huh?”

“So, if you allow me,” Kyle smiled faintly, “I’ll throw my lot with him,” said the adjutant and survivor as he voiced sentiments he never thought he’d ever say.

“???”

“!!!”