The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 1012: Protect Them?

Bright.

Oh, so bright!

The ladies instinctively lifted their hands, shielding their eyes as the two figures before them seed to shine all at once.

And it wasn’t just a trick of the light.

The two people who had arrived were practically blinding to the eyes of everyone present. While a large part of that ca from their natural looks, another major factor was the sheer amount of spiritual energy clinging to their accessories.

From afar, it hadn’t seed like much.

But at this distance, and with the shock of their sudden appearance, the gathered ladies and even Aziel experienced sothing very close to a flashbang.

However, more than the temporary blinding, the ladies realized that they had an even bigger problem.

Just how long had they been standing there, and how much had they heard?

While they figured they hadn’t really said anything untoward, so people would really rightfully raise hell with the re ntion of their nas.

They were really screwed.

"Ah—!"

"Lord Kyros, Lord Mylor, we’re s-sorry!"

"We didn’t an to—!"

The ladies imdiately scrambled to apologize, their earlier confidence dissolving as they bowed slightly.

"We were being presumptuous—!"

But before they could even finish, both Luca and Ollie raised their hands at the sa ti.

"It’s fine!" Ollie said quickly, waving both hands.

"There’s no need to apologize," Luca followed, his tone reassuring and sincere. "We actually found the conversation interesting."

"...?"

The ladies paused.

They blinked.

Then, slowly, they lifted their heads.

Only to be t the sight of Luca Kyros and Oliver Mylor standing side by side, both smiling at them.

And for so reason, they actually looked like they were serious.

Eh?

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But of course they looked serious.

At tis like these, who wouldn’t be?

Especially when they were both itching to learn from people who clearly knew more than they did.

The two sworn brothers had originally set out with a much simpler goal.

They were just looking for the restroom together. That was it.

While they did skip and hop as they explored here and there happily, they also ant it when they said that they wouldn’t take long.

So ideally, they had no business listening in on sothing private.

But they couldn’t help it.

Not when they started hearing their nas.

And even more so when they heard the nas of their respective partners.

Then ca the words that made them stop.

Appeal.

Spark.

And the one that made everything feel suddenly urgent.

"Without appeal, relationships wouldn’t progress into sothing more mature."

The two of them exchanged a look.

There was curiosity there, but also a trace of horror.

So as they once again shared a single brain cell, without needing to say anything, they both inched closer.

Just a little.

Then a little more.

Because clearly, this was important.

And thankfully, they stayed.

Because the group of ladies seed to know quite a lot about sothing that even Luca found harder to understand than cha manufacturing.

At least with science, things were straightforward.

There were clear paraters, correct answers, and a relative guarantee that results could be replicated under the sa conditions.

But relationships?

That was different.

And Luca, who already knew that he would only ever have one romantic relationship in his life, felt that he shouldn’t always be the one learning from his husband.

As soone who also cared about their relationship, he also wanted to take initiative.

To understand more.

To contribute.

To build their relationship together instead of simply trudging along.

It was an admirable resolve.

But right beside the newest mber of the Imperial family, soone else was going through sothing entirely different.

Ollie was unraveling.

It wasn’t subtle either.

It was a full ntal deconstruction paired with internal hyperventilation as he listened to the sagely ladies talk about the problems associated with being "cute."

Normally, no one would have any issue with the private conversations of others.

But he couldn’t say the sa now.

After all, hadn’t he long been proclaiming himself to be the cutest chanic alive?

Not just that, how many tis had he banked on his cuteness, and just how many tis had his boyfriend said the sa thing?

And so, for the first ti in a very long while, Oliver Mylor found himself questioning sothing he had always been proud of.

In the eyes of his Kyle...

Was he, Ollie Mylor, just cute?

The blonde twitched inwardly.

Thankfully, no one in front of them had noticed.

Yet.

But it was impossible for the lighthouse of Solaris not to be shaken when the too-tall child, who had looked like he’d been ready to explode since earlier, suddenly blurted out,

"My ladies, I don’t know what it is that you’re seeing, but now that we’re all in front of each other, how can you say that they have that appeal you’re talking about while I don’t?!"

"Don’t they look more like little brothers instead?!"

"I an, look at them?!"

Aziel insisted, gesturing toward Luca and Ollie with both hands in clear exasperation as if presenting undeniable proof.

The ladies furrowed their brows.

What was he saying?

Clearly, these two couldn’t possibly be classified as little bro—

That was what they thought at first.

But then they looked again.

They paused, and this ti, they actually took the ti to reassess.

Soft-looking and perfectly luscious hair.

Milky, flawless skin.

Eyes that were far brighter than all of theirs combined.

Soft lips. The kind that didn’t even need to be touched to know because just look at that?

Cheeks that looked like they needed to be pinched for reasons no one could properly explain.

And then there was their presence.

It did sothing strange to them.

Their hearts started beating faster, too fast for what could be considered safe, all because there was this overwhelming urge to...

Protect them.

Huh?

"...???"

Then upon re-checking, the contrast beca impossible to ignore.

Whenever they looked at Aziel, it felt like staring into a brewing thunderstorm.

But when their gazes shifted to Luca and Ollie, it was like stepping into a quiet adow with flower petals drifting softly in the background, the two of them standing there like delicate beauties.

Then there it was again.

The whisper in their hearts that said, "Protect them."

Uh.

What?

Protect them?

Just how were they supposed to protect the people who tore down the Federation?

"..."

"..."

One of the ladies slowly raised her arm and flexed it, as if coming to terms with sothing she hadn’t expected.

Clearly, she could only hope to exude that kind of charm.

The rest quickly caught on.

They understood what they were seeing.

They really did.

And honestly, there was nothing wrong with it.

But unfortunately, the three people standing in front of them didn’t hear a single word of that silent realization.

All they saw was a group of won who suddenly looked thoughtful.

A little defeated.

A little conflicted.

Then finally, fully resigned.

Oh no.

Ollie and his good brother looked at the won who looked like they were suddenly mourning sothing.

Was it that bad?

Do they really have no sort of appeal?

Because why did it look like the won had just swallowed sothing extrely bitter?