The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 431: Profiles

[Na: Oliver Mylor]

[Age: 19]

[Division: cha Manufacturing]

[Guild: Dungeon Guardians]

"That’s it?" Lyka hissed, glaring at her terminal like it had just insulted her entire bloodline.

"Where’s the rest of it?!" She scrolled up. She scrolled down. She pinched, zood, cursed, and even tapped the side in case it was just lagging. But all she was getting was nonsense about his hair color, his gawatt smile, and videos of his achievents.

Clearly, the students of this academy were all useless if that one has deceived them just like that!

She took a deep breath and straightened her posture.

Fine.

It’s fine, there’s still Plan B, anyway. She wasn’t a Vela for nothing after all.

And when the Academy forums failed to produce results, there was always one more option—

The black market.

She tapped into her encrypted network. Her fingers flew across the screen. Her expression was serious. Deadly.

That one had always been reliable anyway, and should get her the results she needed before the day even ended. And so she got to work, contacting her usuals.

However, by the bleachers of the arena, one woman who had been leisurely sipping her drink while watching the Duchess train her people received a subtle ping.

Marquise Julienne’s perfectly sculpted brow arched before taking another sip.

Ah. It seems like he’s finally attracted flies.

"How interesting, it didn’t take that long after all!" murmured the mother who was deciding on which profile to use for maximum fun. After all, the best way to hide information was to make and spread it herself!

And what a request! "Discreet, she says. How cute."

Truly, the simple joys of a retired personnel!

[Na: Oliver Mylor]

[Nickna: Ollie]

[Age: 19]

[Division: cha Manufacturing]

[Guild: Dungeon Guardians]

[Romantic History:]

– Allegedly, once received a paper heart from a classmate and cried for six minutes.

– Forrly considered glued to a prototype tool. They separated due to "irreconcilable rust."

– Current relationship status: Unconfird

[Strengths: Hidden combat abilities]

[Weakness: His mother]

[Allergies: Gifts]

[Greatest Fears:]

– Explosive casings.

– Materials not sourced by himself

– Money from untraceable sources

So, as two people from very different camps eagerly awaited the results of their endeavors—one preparing a baited result, the other refreshing the black market like it owed her a life—the most dangerous ripple was already brewing quietly over lemonade and onion rings.

Kyle received a ssage.

[Incoming ssage – Marquise Julienne]

[Son, a little fumigation would be nice, don’t you think?]

He read it once.

And did not react outwardly, just continued to interact with everyone amidst the flurry of cries, guttural screams, and maniacal laughter that was taking over the cafeteria as the instructors started the draws.

It seed like he’d have to check on a few things as soon as possible. But for now, he considered sothing.

Ollie.

Still seated beside him, cheerfully humming as he wiped his fingers on a napkin, absolutely glowing after being treated to a full al by Luca.

"Hey," Kyle said, voice sounding a little sheepish and problematic..

Ollie blinked up at him, cheeks stuffed with the last bit of his burger that had been carefully portioned to last as long as possible.

"What do you say about keeping in touch today?" He asked while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Huh? Why, what’s wrong?"

Kyle tilted his head just a little, letting his voice drop into sothing low and unhurried. "I just think I might fall asleep without your thrilling comntary. You know how tough it is, staying awake in these post-lunch classes..."

He paused, "So help stay up, would you?"

"Hmmm...Well, I’m not sure if I could do that..." He thought about it because he might not even be awake himself. But when he looked over to see his good brother looking at him, the mop imdiately straightened in his seat.

"Of course I will!" Ollie declared with a thump of his fist to his chest. "I’ll be the best post-lunch support system you’ve ever had. You want updates or frequent reminders? I got you!"

Kyle humd, amused. That was easier than expected. He had been thinking of foregoing his dessert for this, if he didn’t say yes the first ti.

But the blonde had to consider his life first, as he probably couldn’t show a lack of enthusiasm for his classes or else he’d risk getting dragged into another tutorial session from his brother.

He shivered at the thought and was rescued by the bell that rang a bit too loudly this ti around.

The group filed out as soon as possible, escaping the rioting students who were still debating amongst themselves.

Though, in hindsight, maybe a lot of people would’ve been better off if this class had never happened.

This ti, both Instructor Falco and Instructor Moore were present in the hangar, holo-terminal in hand, looking over compatibility charts.

Because today’s lesson was apparently on combination piloted chas.

Apparently, the military suddenly insisted that students should still be trained in this thod, even while learning manual piloting, which they had initially promoted.

Xavier guessed the reason for this change. It was because of Luca’s goods.

If it were suddenly possible to recover spiritual energy, then surely it would be a disservice for students to only learn combination piloting as an elective.

So here they were, lining up to be matched with a cha tailored to their spiritual class and resonance results.

And when it was Luca’s turn, the room collectively stilled.

A C-class cha.

There was a beat of silence.

Then muffled snorts.

"Wait, really? A C-rank? That’s what he gets?" soone whispered.

So were confused. Others looked delighted. A few started wondering if it was finally possible to fight him now.

Even Instructor Moore paused, glancing at Falco.

He had wanted to check Luca’s file ever since the boy had asked about spiritually piloted chas. However, after displaying his cha piloting skills, Moore assud that he was definitely ranked up there.

So what was this?

Although after the incident at lunch, and after the instructors managed to taste a bit of that food by sharing with the reluctant Falco, he’s got a few ideas.

However, a few students were getting way in over their heads as they thought back to Luca’s past battles.

Save for those upperclassn in ex-Instructor Max’s class, the others never really figured out Luca’s rank because they either used manual chas or the customized cha that he ran with.

But with an equalizer like this, it was impossible to mistake that cha as a C-class model.

Then was that why his matches were all over in under such short tis?

Because people with that little spiritual energy would be out like a light if they were to try piloting for a long ti.

And was that why he focused on dismantling chas close up?

So wouldn’t it be possible to defeat him if they dragged on the battle and fought from afar?

They had so many thoughts, but in all that, it was as if they had forgotten about how Leah Azren lost her wings.

And for her and her twin, these people were clearly idiots.

She was an S-rank pilot driving an S-class cha as she exerted effort to actually defeat him.

They may not know, but she did.

Because there was no way in hell that this boy was only C-rank!

She might as well eat so random rock from sowhere!