The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668: The Unlikeliest Proposal

Before breakfast... and after breakfast?

With his hair... and without his hair?

HUH???

The Marquise blinked, her finely shaped brows twitching as her thoughts scrambled. This was, without a doubt, the first time she had ever heard such an introduction in her life.

But she wasn’t alone.

Because this was also the first time Oliver Mylor himself had ever given such an introduction. The poor blonde didn’t even know if it had been the right one

After all, he had seen how the Duke and Duchess reacted to Xavier. He had seen how the Empress and Emperor reacted to Luca. He had even seen how his own parents reacted to Kyle.

So what about him?

Was he about to be slapped? Or paid off?

Was this finally the scenario predicted by D-29?!

His entire body trembled as he sucked in a sharp breath, chest heaving. And it did not help that the beautiful woman in front of him, the Marquise of Nox herself, looked utterly flabbergasted. For a moment, she opened her mouth, only managing:

"Ah, I see. H-how inter—"

The words hadn’t even formed fully before Ollie’s panic exploded. His mind raced. If she wasn’t impressed, if she wasn’t convinced, then clearly his introduction hadn’t been sincere enough!

The next moment, the blonde shot to his feet.

And then, to the absolute horror of the Nox couple, he promptly dropped to his knees.

"!!!"

Both Minister Kordell and Marquise Evelyn jolted upright in alarm.

"Oh no! Oliver! Child, what are you doing on the ground?!" Evelyn gasped, her hand reaching forward.

The Minister himself looked like he had aged ten years on the spot, his stern face cracking as he bent forward in disbelief.

But just as they were about to lift him up, Oliver lowered himself even further, practically kowtowing, his bright eyes watery and pitiful as he burst out with the most desperate plea of his young life.

"My Lord, My Lady! I-I forgot to say that I’m in school and have passed all my exams! I’ve also gotten a mercenary license for mechanics and am capable of feeding your son! Worst comes to worst, not only won’t he be lonely, but we also won’t be hungry or cold! Also, when it really counts, I am even capable of shutting up! S-so please! Allow me to keep your son, Kyle! I swear I can earn enough money for our future!"

It was said with a sincerity that could have moved mountains, echoing through the booth with the force of a life creed.

And then—

The door opened.

Two tall figures filled the entrance, their shadows spilling across the floor.

Kyle froze on the spot. Killian froze beside him.

Both brothers stared at the sight before them—Oliver Astrea Mylor, the little mop, Ollie, looking like he was on the verge of tears, groveling on the floor in front of their parents.

Ollie’s head shot up, his eyes wide with horror as he saw them by the door.

"Kyle?! Even Brother Killian?"

The air itself seemed to lock.

Kyle looked like he had just been stabbed in broad daylight. Killian’s jaw fell open as if he had walked into the single worst possible scenario.

But the most shocked of all were the Minister and the Marquise.

Both parents, proud and powerful, stood frozen as they stared down at the trembling blonde on the floor. Their minds screamed in unison, unable to comprehend how the situation had escalated into this.

"???"

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