The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 665

Chapter 665: When Patience Runs Out

"Come on, you little shit! Answer, dammit!"

Killian was pacing inside the rarely used cubicle, glaring down at his terminal as if sheer willpower could make his brother pick up. His pulse pounded in his ears. His parents. His parents. Why were they here?!

They were never ones to attend events like this.

Not because they lacked desire for social or trade gatherings. No, the truth was worse. The mere presence of the Nox Patriarch and his wife would crush an event beneath the weight of formality, expectation, and political obligation.

It was the same awkward dilemma that faced the Imperial family. They often longed to attend auctions and galas like ordinary people, but couldn’t.

Because if the Emperor and Empress ever showed up in person, the ripple effects were catastrophic.

Security demands would skyrocket tenfold. Formality would smother the air. Preparation would balloon into weeks instead of days.

And worst of all, the moment they placed a single bid, the auction would collapse into a direct sale. No one would dare outbid them. The monarchs had never asked for such treatment, but it was an ingrained custom.

To prevent suffocating everyone else, the Imperial family usually sent a proxy—Butler Henry being the most common choice—unless they were absolutely set on obtaining something, or the auction was hosted by the Imperial Household itself.

Even then, they made a show of restraint. They never bid on everything. They waited, letting others compete first.

The Emperor and Empress had even explained this carefully to Luca, their voices tinged with longing.

They admitted they dearly wanted to watch the auction with their own eyes, but if they appeared, all bidding would come to a halt. Everyone would retreat out of fear, handing them the lots uncontested.

And when Luca had told them not to waste their fortune on something he could easily make again, that had been the final nail.

So the Imperial couple had resigned themselves to staying away. They were left to their palace work or quietly tinkering on their cabins when time allowed, their only solace being the hopefully non-blurry footage Uno promised to send. Then again, if it was so bad, maybe they could ask D-29 for a better take.

The little princess, with her hands on her waist, had nodded solemnly the whole time.

She figured it should be fine, that fairness dictated they would all be together since she couldn’t attend because she was too young. Therefore, they would just wait for everyone else to come back!

Her insistence was amusing, but who would dare say otherwise when she already pouted because her big brother, Xavier, had been allowed to attend? And if not for allegedly going for Luca’s safety, he likely would’ve ended up watching a stream too.

Then again, if that explained why the Imperial family would usually stay away, what about House Nox?

For generations, patriarchs of House Nox had held the highest ministerial post in the Empire.

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