The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 625: Kidnapped by Bureaucracy

Then it would have been far worse of a disaster than what was already about to co.

When the ti finally ca to register the Duke’s cha, the one who actually went through with it was Duchess Alia.

For one, chas of the great families—especially those who ranked closest to the top of the military departnt—were required to be registered at headquarters.

And while a proxy could technically handle the process, it was highly encouraged for soone of significant standing to make an appearance. That was why the Duchess herself had gone in person when she registered her own new biocha.

This ti, however, the registration was supposed to be a surprise. That was the excuse given to the office—that it was a surprise gift for her husband.

Duchess Alia hoped they would not try to confirm anything with Leander, considering even he supposedly had no idea yet.

But then sothing strange happened.

The longer she stayed, the more people seed to be called into the registration office.

Until finally, even she could not ignore it.

"Hello, by any chance, is there an event today? I’ve never seen this many people gathering in this office."

"O-oh! Your Grace," stamred the receptionist, practically choking on air. "There’s no event today, ah, it just seems that there was... sothing with the scanning machine."

The receptionist was sweating bullets. Honestly, she had no idea what was happening. All she knew was that the mont she reported the Duchess had co to register a cha on behalf of her husband, she was told to stall.

Stall? How exactly was she supposed to stall the Duchess of Kyros?

She was just a receptionist!

Still, she was not completely oblivious. She had heard the gossip circulating around the departnt. They were desperate to find a way to ask soone—anyone—about the suspicious flood of new chas.

She just never thought she would be the poor soul on duty when the Duchess showed up.

"Then, if there is sothing wrong with the machine, should I just co back another ti?"

"W-wait! I’ll check on them. Maybe they’ve figured out what’s wrong, or perhaps it’s just routine maintenance. It wouldn’t be good for you to have to co all the way here again, Your Grace."

The receptionist bowed low, voice cracking, before bolting away like a rabbit fleeing a predator.

Alia blinked, watching her run off. She had not even pressed that hard.

anwhile, inside the back room, the receptionist practically wailed at the cluster of employees huddled together.

"Guys! She’s already asking why there are so many people! And if it takes any longer, she’ll leave! She even asked if she should just co back another day! What are you all doing?!"

Her voice cracked with indignation, but when the others turned to look at her, she froze.

Their faces.

Why were they looking like that?

Well, how could they look normal after realizing that, even after the tenth scan, the results were still the sa?

The bars were all maxed out.

Still maxed out.

And the recurring question hung in the air like doom itself: was sothing like this even possible?

Alas, if they could have returned to the days when they were checking the other newly registered chas under the sa mysterious ID, they would have seen similar anomalies. But those earlier ones had all ended with the machine safely spitting out an "S-class" result after the assessnts were complete. That way, nothing seed unusual enough to make the staff lean over the charts with trembling hands and wide eyes.

But this ti was different.

This ti, the machine simply refused to label it.

Which was why half the office had crowded inside the room, staring at the charts like they might suddenly change under pressure.

Because instead of declaring a class, the display repeated one infuriating result: "Not Applicable."

"Hey, we’re not sure what to do either..."

"Huh? What do you an? Is this really a machine issue? Maybe we can just convince the Duchess to return another ti?"

"No, I already checked the machine. If you scan other chas, it works perfectly. But look at this."

The receptionist, who had been hyperventilating outside, finally squeezed forward to see what everyone else was gawking at.

"Huh? Full bars? On everything???" She nearly swallowed her tongue. "Surely there’s a problem with the machine!"

"Like I said, that’s not the case. This is already the tenth scan. Every aspect is maxed. It’s like the machine is trying to say this is so kind of perfect cha."

"What?!" The receptionist recoiled, gripping the doorfra for support. "You’re saying the Duchess brought in a perfect S-grade cha?!"

"Actually..." One of the staff leaned in, voice grim. "I don’t think this is even an S-grade cha."

"???" The receptionist’s brain screeched to a halt. Surprisingly, she was the only one still confused.

"Look, if even the system says ’Not Applicable,’ then maybe it’s because it doesn’t fit. Maybe all the aspects are perfect because it’s supposed to be higher than S-grade."

"!!!"

"Wait. Is there even a higher class for chas?!"

"...No."

"But there’s always a first ti."

The room fell silent. Even the humming machines seed to pause, as though they, too, were stunned.

But soone couldn’t marinate in this silence. Not when her life was possibly on the line.

"Shit! Then what do I even tell the Duchess?!"

"Tell her the cha has to be sent to the capital as part of protocol."

"Wait a second! Do we even have such a protocol?!"

"No, but we’re about to have one. Because how else are we supposed to explain this?"

The receptionist wanted to retire on the spot. They really wanted her to end her career today. The poor woman had been hastily promised two consecutive days off if she survived this ordeal, with her colleagues even offering to cover her shifts.

But honestly, two days? That was pocket change compared to the montary killing intent she swore radiated from Duchess Alia’s perfectly polite smile. That alone deserved a month-long vacation.

"I’m sorry, but this is an important cha," Alia said coolly. "It’s sothing we’ve long prepared for my husband. If it needs to go to the capital, then I would gladly bring it there myself."

"Y-your Grace," stamred one of the braver employees, "about that... we asked if the Marshal could do it instead. That way you could be reassured of the cha’s safety."

The Duchess’s eyes narrowed, though her smile remained flawless. At least this way, it would be in the Marshal’s hands for what was apparently another "test," since the machine could not produce a final classification.

Of course, Alia had an inkling about the reason. She had hoped no one else would notice, but apparently, it would be impossible to hide sothing that glaring.

"Then if you can guarantee that the Marshal will take it, we’ll co to the capital to claim it," she said firmly.

Thankfully, their space buttons were useless without the proper authorization. For now, the staff could only keep running scans unless they dared to ask to see the cha directly.

That sa morning, the Duchess left with the terrible news—and with a new problem: how to contain her husband’s impending outrage.

Sure enough, no one could really prepare for Duke Leander’s anguish.

If anything, all they could do was follow him. Because when the cha was "kidnapped" and sent to the capital, Leander was this close to staging a vigil outside headquarters—or worse, flying there himself with or without company.

And so, the proud people of House Kyros ended up in the capital in one stormy charge a day earlier than planned. Only, they didn’t expect to see a different kind of headline:

"Is the Heir of House Kyros About to Officially Debut?"