The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 1024: Non-Negotiable

For so reason, even the soft hum of the central units seed to quiet at the muttering of a certain blonde.

Kyle paused.

Not that he didn’t want that answer, but more like he simply hadn’t expected to hear that.

But then, coupled with his throbbing heart, his expression softened.

He reached out and took Ollie’s hand.

"...?"

Their fingers brushed, and a quiet warmth passed between them. Slowly, the towering adjutant guided that delicate hand upward until it rested against his chest.

Right where his spiritual core should be.

"Right... here," Kyle murmured.

They looked at each other.

The blonde’s face was already burning, the blush spreading without restraint. It really should have been the height of romance, a mont of high tension that felt like it should’ve been frozen in ti.

But then—

Ollie’s face suddenly morphed into sothing extrely serious.

"How?" he asked, suddenly serious. "How do I sign here today?"

The blonde absolutely ant it.

He was genuinely serious about what he just asked.

Because what if his Kyle woke up tomorrow and decided that this was just a limited-ti offer?

That couldn’t possibly be allowed, right?

As such, the suddenly serious star demanded to know the logistics right away.

anwhile, the adjutant looked at his mop like he was seeing him for the first ti today.

Then, for a mont, Kyle wondered what he was ever going to do with this one.

But more than that, he felt sothing else.

Sothing warm.

Sothing certain.

He tilted his head, making up his mind, and pulled Ollie’s hand away from his chest—though he continued to hold it reverently.

Then, to Ollie Mylor’s complete shock—

Kyle went down on one knee.

There was no hesitation.

No awkwardness.

It simply felt natural.

Like it had always been leading to this.

He lifted Ollie’s hand and pressed a respectful kiss against it, like a knight greeting the one he had chosen.

Then his other hand moved, quietly using his space button as a small box appeared. Kyle gently released Ollie’s hand, just enough to open it.

And held it up for his little star to see.

It was a ring.

No.

Not just any ring, but the tangible proof of his commitnt, dreams, and plea.

It was everything he hoped and wanted for in their future.

Provided his beloved would have him...

"Please be my world... Will you marry ?"

"!!!"

There was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes.

For soone like Kyle Nox, who was always composed and certain, the way he sounded now was different. There was hope in it. Sothing almost like a quiet prayer.

The mont landed intensely.

So intensely that Ollie, who had been standing just fine a second ago, suddenly dropped.

"!"

Practically lting right on the floor.

He fell back on his butt, and a worried Kyle, whose expression had tightened in concern, imdiately lunged to catch him.

"Ollie—"

But the blonde had already raised a shaky hand, pointing a trembling finger at him.

"Y-you!" Ollie gasped, fanning his face with his remaining appendage. "You didn’t have to do it so well! And you didn’t have to be so handso!"

Kyle blinked.

"You could’ve done it looking moderately good, and I-I would’ve been able to survive it!"

"...?"

What?

"Now look at !" Ollie went on, clutching his chest dramatically as if his life depended on it. "I’m so weak that y-you have to put the ring on !"

He thrust out his hand, trembling more than before, yet sohow holding on to a complete, unwavering determination.

"!"

"!!!"

Kyle stared at him, initially stuck processing the developnt of events.

For a mont, when his mop had fallen, his thoughts had gone sowhere much, much worse.

But after hearing and carefully processing it, a smirk slowly ford on his lips as he realized what his person just said.

anwhile, Ollie’s eyes had been squeezed shut in embarrassnt, but when he opened them, he saw Kyle looking at him with a relieved smile.

"...What? Why are you looking at like that?"

The much taller man let out a breath.

"This," he said, lifting the box slightly, "is what I picked up at ho."

Then, surprisingly, he continued while reaching for sothing else.

"As you probably already know, this is one of the Nox family heirlooms," he explained. "It would allow us to establish a life contract."

Ollie blinked in both understanding and confusion.

"I was going to ask you to hold onto it," Kyle continued. "So that when you’re ready to be permanently tied to , we could wear it together."

He lifted a chain.

"That’s why I brought this too. So you could wear it anyti, but without the pressure of deciding about sothing so serious right when you’re asked."

"I thought it would help you feel more secure..."

His voice lowered.

"But at the sa ti, you’d have a concrete reminder that the goal was always to end up together. For a lifeti."

Kyle exhaled.

Then gave a short scoff at himself.

"But who was I kidding?" he muttered. "That short mont before you told to put it on you... I thought I was going to die."

He put a hand over his face in resignation, covering his eyes.

Ollie, anwhile, had leaned forward.

Curious.

The blonde took the opportunity and reached out to touch the ring, turning it lightly between his fingers while his man spoke about his earlier realization.

"Really..." Kyle shook his head again. "Between the two of us, I think I’m really the one in need of this."

Because that silence had been unbearable.

Honestly, Kyle Nox’s heart had hamred at the thoughts that plagued his mind.

Ollie refusing.

Ollie keeping the ring but never wearing it.

Ollie staying just out of reach, like a star that could be seen but never held.

His terminal would’ve shown how short that mont of silence actually was, but in his mind, he’d already suffered several dical ergencies imagining the probability of Ollie saying no.

And wow. Just the thought he’d conjured was apparently worse than getting shot.

"..."

Kyle realized the mop hadn’t said a word since he’d finished his confession.

Concerned, he finally removed the hand covering his eyes, only to be t with a surprise.

Ollie had his tongue out, looking both intensely serious and mischievous.

"?"

Suddenly, more concerned than earlier, Kyle’s gaze dropped only to see an empty ring box.

But before he could react, he saw it clearly.

His little star had actually taken the ring for himself and, rembering his good brother’s explanation on how these things worked, had already split it into two as Kyle reflected on himself.

He’d slipped one onto his own finger before Kyle could even process what was happening.

By the ti Kyle caught him in the act, Ollie was already sliding the second ring onto Kyle’s finger—it just wasn’t all the way in yet.

But it was close.

Very close.

Caught red-handed and looking like he was up to no good, the brilliant star decided to just go for it and face the scolding later.

He pushed the ring ho.

"!!!"

Instantly, an array of symbols and glyphs erupted, swirling around both of them.

Kyle was seriously dumbfounded as the golden glyphs crawled from his finger toward his chest, engulfing the entire room in a blinding radiance.

When the light finally died down, Ollie looked innocently at Kyle as if he hadn’t just bypassed every traditional protocol.

He had guilt written all over his lips, but his forehead practically scread: "innocent." They sat there on the floor, staring at each other in the silence. Then, as if he’d finally gone insane, Kyle just lost it. He laughed until he was completely out of breath.

"!!!"

Ollie Mylor, the known troublemaker who’d just bypassed ceremonies and loving words alike, pouted to the side while attempting to justify himself. "You were taking too long..." He couldn’t quite look at Kyle directly as he said it. "And you were saying useless things like using a chain..."

Kyle listened to the grumbling before dropping forward, falling onto the mop with a soft "Ooof!" They both ended up sprawled on the floor with Kyle’s head resting on his mop’s chest.

"Yes," Kyle murmured against him. "Sorry about that. I was taking too long and thinking about unnecessary things."

"Y-yes, you did!" Ollie stamred. "What if you do too much thinking and in your cost-benefit analysis you realize I’m a bad deal? Too much thinking isn’t too good, you know..."

The embarrassing complaint laid bare his vulnerability; he, too, had been scared of losing Kyle.

The newly tied-up adjutant’s shoulders were still shaking with leftover laughter as he hugged his little star’s slender waist. Kyle looked up, his face still trying to contain his amusent. But unbeknownst to Kyle, he looked so bright and sunny from the good news that Ollie stopped mid-breath. Looking at him, Ollie realized that between the two of them, maybe Kyle was the actual star.

With a smile so bright it transfixed the blonde, Kyle said, "Never. You’ll always be my non-negotiable."

The smile reached Kyle’s eyes, and there, sprawled on the floor with only the night as their witness, Ollie responded dazedly, "Ah. I love you too."

In his ears, what his boyfriend said sounded exactly like a confession of love.

Kyle heard the response and just broke down. He really would never be able to win against his little star.

Even here, his wife would always be the first to win.