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

Chapter 1020: Taken Home

From the grand hall, the helpful young ladies decided to scurry off as fast as they could.

They had realized something very important.

The only reason Young Lords Kyros and Mylor didn’t seem like they had a single menacing bone in their bodies was because behind each of them stood the exact opposite kind of existence.

The farewell was quick.

Painfully quick.

Even though they wanted to stay and talk more with the surprisingly approachable and adorable lords, survival instincts took priority.

It would be better to do that another time.

Preferably, when those two terrifying figures weren’t nearby. While Lord Mylor had been carted off and one of the pillars had disappeared, the one left behind was already more than the ladies could handle, so they had no choice but to say their goodbyes.

Young Lord Aziel, of course, wanted to protest the blatant disrespect.

But the ladies, despite his status, decided it would be much safer to drag him along with them.

"Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!" Aziel complained, sounding very much like a teen throwing a tantrum.

The ladies simply laughed.

"Ho ho ho ho."

They bowed politely.

And then they left.

Just like that.

Luca reached out slightly, as if to call them back.

"Huh? Right away?" he said, tilting his head toward his husband. "We didn’t even get their names..."

"It’s fine," Xavier replied smoothly. "You’ll likely see them again."

"Oh, then that’s good." Luca nodded, reassured for a moment before his expression shifted. "But what about my brother? Is Kyle mad?"

"He should be fine."

"Really?"

Luca looked at him with concern.

Xavier noticed the hesitation and simply pulled him closer, his hand resting securely around Luca as he gave a slow nod.

"Really."

Because if there was anyone to worry about, the Imperial Crown Prince figured it would be more appropriate to worry about his adjutant’s mental health.

Moreover, shouldn’t they be thinking about themselves at a time like this?

"Do you want to tell me about your concerns regarding relationships fizzling out?" his husband asked, raising a brow at his little wife, who jolted in sudden panic.

But maybe he really should have known better than to think things would go his way.

After all, with a flurry of alarming lines like "Husband! Please tell me how to seduce you!" and "Can you please show me the look?" maybe he shouldn’t have asked about the impossible.

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To be fair, the youngest Nox had been doing quite well.

For the most part.

It probably helped that his little star was currently undergoing some sort of internal reboot after processing far too many things at once.

Like when Kyle said they were going "home."

He had actually meant it literally.

"Given the nature of our family’s role, our capital estate has always been near the Imperial Palace," Kyle explained as he drove.

Technically, Ollie heard all of that.

But unfortunately, his brain was already too busy trying to process the fact that his boyfriend looked completely legitimate behind the controls of a hovercraft.

It was... deeply unsettling how much that swept him off his feet.

Baaaah!

But really, why were they going to the Nox estate?

In the middle of the night?

Just to talk?

Ollie was not someone who strictly followed Imperial etiquette.

In fact, he had come dangerously close to committing accidental treason, likely more than once, as he had graciously offered to unknowingly whack the Imperial Crown Prince.

But even the mess that was Oliver Mylor had standards.

And showing up at someone else’s home without notice?

That was one of them.

His parents would absolutely gut him if he ever did that without a justifiable reason.

Not because they disliked guests, but because it would stress out the house staff who took pride in properly welcoming visitors.

And yet—

Look at what they were doing.

Wasn’t this completely scandalous?!

The blonde stared as the manor gates opened for them.

He couldn’t even take in the size of the estate as lights began turning on one after another, reacting to their arrival.

It was an alarmingly breathtaking sight.

But he was far too busy shaking to appreciate it.

"You do realize you’ve already met my parents and my brother, right?" Kyle said calmly.

"In fact, you’ve more than just met them. With all those shared experiences, this is basically trivial."

That was honestly an understatement for the sake of his passenger princess, but really, as someone who had taken over their matchbox of a dorm room, this was truly nothing but semantics.

"Yes! But—"

Ollie faltered.

Because he didn’t know how to explain it.

It was true that he had no problem coming and going when visiting Kyle’s family in their dungeon cabins.

Those spaces were surely more personal, as each person typically worked on their cabins with as much personal touch as possible.

But at the same time, he felt like those places were pretty casual, unlike this.

Because visiting the family estate? That was different.

In the end, as Kyle helped him down from the hovercraft, all Ollie could do was cling to him and ask,

"What are we even doing here?!"

Kyle didn’t hesitate.

"We won’t stay long," he said. "But I need to get something important before we talk."

Huh?

Kyle sighed lightly, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I did inform the staff not to come out and greet us," he added. "We’re just passing by, after all."

He paused.

"But I suppose they chose not to listen to someone who hasn’t been home in a while."

He shook his head.

Amused.

Meanwhile, Ollie’s eyes widened.

Because for people who had supposedly been told not to come out—

Why was there a literal sea of people waiting for them?

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Lines of servants stretched as far as Ollie was willing to look, their presence forming a silent, disciplined wall in the moonlit courtyard.

As the pair approached, they moved in perfect unison.

Every single one of them bowed deeply.

"Welcome home, Young Lord Kyle. Welcome, Young Lord Mylor."

Their voices rang out together, synchronized and steady, echoing cleanly through the night.

Ollie froze.

Wide-eyed.

Flustered.

They sure had a lot of people at home because of the size of their family, but they were the type Ollie could generally play tag with. And while the people of House Mylor were professionals at what they did, the kind of feeling he would usually get upon nearing the door wouldn’t be as staggering as this.

He quickly tried to return the greeting. Properly. Respectfully. Because that was clearly the right thing to do.

So he moved to bow.

But the moment he did, the entire sea of people bowed even lower.

Foreheads nearly touching the ground.

"...?!"

Ollie stiffened.

Then, like a machine lacking proper lubrication, he slowly turned his head toward Kyle with absolute horror written all over his face.

What were they supposed to do now?

If he bowed lower, would they just keep going?

Would this turn into some kind of endless bowing contest until everyone hit the floor?

Kyle, who knew exactly what kind of people they employed, simply shook his head.

He found the entire thing exasperating yet quite amusing.

But more importantly, his little star looked like he was about to short-circuit.

So, without warning, Kyle reached out and scooped Ollie up into his arms.

"Ah—?!"

The blonde yelped, his legs dangling as Kyle adjusted his hold like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"I think we should head in now," Kyle said, his voice carrying a faint hint of a smile. "Otherwise, we might end up taking longer out here."

And just like that, he started walking.

Straight toward the grand double doors that had already been opened for them.

Behind him, the staff rose from their bows in quiet unison, watching as the pair disappeared into the manor.

Near the back, the older head maid watched them go, a faint, nostalgic glint in her eyes.

"My, my," she murmured softly. "How long has it been since someone made an entrance like that?"

Her gaze lingered on Kyle’s retreating figure and the person he was carrying in his arms.

Sounds of embarrassed "heys" reached their ears, but it did nothing to change the situation.

For a brief moment, she saw it.

The shadow of Minister Kordell.

The same steady steps.

The same unshakable confidence while carrying a flailing and deeply opinionated sack.

"Who would’ve thought it would be him first... hm?"

By the time Kyle and Ollie vanished into the hall, the Butler of House Nox turned to face the gathered staff.

"I trust you’ve all memorized his face," he said evenly. "So that next time, we may properly receive the newest member of the family."

A quiet murmur passed through the group.

From the side, one of the youngest staff members leaned slightly and whispered,

"Is he really going to be our new master?"

No one answered.

They didn’t need to.

Those who had served the family long enough already knew.

They had seen their young lord’s face.

And so, if not him, then who else?