The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 649

Chapter 649: Heaven and Horror

If the world, as they knew it, ended today, one hard-working mule would totally understand.

"WHAT?!"

It was barely lunchtime, and it already seemed as though everything had collapsed, especially after hearing the new problem.

"You’re telling me the Registration Office has been mobbed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Are you positive?"

Apparently, he was.

Killian stared in disbelief at the aide who brought the news, as if sheer incredulity might force the words to change. But they didn’t. The aide repeated himself with painful clarity.

The Registration Office had been mobbed.

By citizens. By other researchers. And—unbelievably—by the master mechanics themselves, who had hobbled their way across the capital in search of information about that mecha.

And Killian, unfortunately, was very familiar with that mecha.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling his consciousness slipping as if the gods themselves had decided he wasn’t allowed to have one peaceful day. Another issue had piled itself on top of the endless preparations for tomorrow’s auction.

Because apparently, researchers who were swearing on their ancestors were claiming that one moment, the people of House Kyros were there, and the next moment, they weren’t. All that had been left behind was a criminal tied to a bed, still mumbling about selling information and bald spots.

So much for advanced preparations.

Killian’s temples throbbed. His patience cracked. And then, like a lightning bolt, a thought struck him right as the aide wisely retreated, leaving him to wallow in agony.

His eyes widened.

In all the chaos, while he had been worrying about the cadets and the members of House Kyros, he had somehow overlooked the most crucial detail of all.

The critical people.

The ones who could decide whether he lived or died. The same ones he had forgotten.

But right now, he couldn’t even ask about them. The only thing he could reasonably do was look for the Marshal, who should have been with them.

But what do you know? When it rains, it fucking pours.

Because apparently, there was also no trace of the Marshal who was supposed to be there!

Killian froze. His mind went blank for three full seconds, and then he shut his eyes as if the darkness could somehow reset the world.

It didn’t.

His fingers threaded into his hair, and for one horrifying moment, it looked like he was about to rip it all out by the roots.

"Three," he muttered. His voice was low, strangled.

"Two," louder this time, teeth clenched.

"One."

And with that pitiful attempt at composure, the Chief of Staff vanished too.

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Heaven.

If Uno, trusted shadow of the Empress of Solaris, were asked to describe heaven, it would probably be something like this.

The smell of flowers.

The soft feel of grass beneath his back.

The lightness of his body, as though every burden had finally lifted away.

Yes, this was heaven.

He let out a slow breath, his lips curling faintly as though even shadows deserved peace once in a while.

And then he opened his eyes.

...

"?!"

"!!!"

Instead of celestial skies and divine radiance, the heavens had apparently chosen the form of three identical faces hovering directly above him.

Then again, how exactly should they react when, on the grassy ground of the dungeon space, there lay the cadets, Butler Gary, the Duke, the Duchess, the Marshal, and three civilians—one of whom had just been shocked into an existential crisis by three overly curious elders.

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