The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 869: The Cadet Who Broke the Graph

Well, to answer the question, Doctor Brent had done the most obvious thing.

He watched the replay of the test.

Again.

And again.

He knew better than to expect miracles from a recording. And while he was aware that he wouldn’t be able to see the spiritual tendrils from the playback, he could still watch for signs of strain, hesitation, or any sign of faltering. If nothing else, he might at least infer how Luca was managing it.

So he watched closely.

"..."

"..."

Brent, however, ended up confused instead of enlightened.

Okay, clearly he didn’t look distressed, and by the expressions on the faces of the instructors watching, he was clearly doing sothing rather remarkable, or at the very least, interesting.

Moreover, he really did look like he was in control.

Hmm...

If the graph looked like a disaster zone and the video looked like this, then sothing had to be wrong. Either the results were flawed or the equipnt had malfunctioned.

Brent imdiately checked the logs.

Calibration before the test. Normal.

Calibration after the test. Normal.

Baseline tests before Luca’s assessnt. Normal.

Baseline tests after Luca exited. Normal.

He even rembered taking the test himself afterward just to be sure.

His own results were painfully ordinary.

As expected, save for Luca’s assessnt, the rest were well within the specified tolerance or allowable variance.

That left him staring at the screen in silence.

"...That’s not possible," Brent muttered.

And yet there it was.

To be safe, and because the testing phase was already over anyway with classes in full swing, Brent made the call to send the equipnt back for maintenance. If there was even the smallest chance of an error, he wanted a professional to confirm it.

If nothing else, it would stop him from spiraling into madness.

He didn’t mark the request as urgent. He knew better. With Luca thriving well so far, he couldn’t, in good conscience, claim that there was an ergency.

So knowing that the sa company handled military-grade equipnt, his request would have to give way to ergencies. And given everyone’s circumstances, it was obvious there would always be more urgent situations.

Besides, the Academy primarily used the dical tank for assessnts. Luca’s test had been conducted on a unit that was rarely used and was mainly just used because of Luca’s unusual constitution.

Between that, the timing of the request, and the fact that it fell far outside the equipnt’s scheduled servicing schedule, the answer was simple.

He had to wait.

And wait he did.

Days passed.

Then weeks.

Even months.

The equipnt took forever and a day to return.

During that ti, Brent almost forgot about the issue entirely. Almost.

Exams ca and went. Luca continued performing exceptionally well. One could argue that it was because several assessnts used virtual pods, which would naturally favor soone like him who could access explosive energy but wouldn’t be at risk in case there were inconsistencies.

Well, that was what he believed back then. And Brent might have accepted that explanation because it did make sense.

Then the news broke.

The sa cadet had taken down an instructor.

Not just any instructor.

Retired Colonel Maximilian Thaddeus Starhawk.

Brent stared at the report in disbelief.

The man was far from a saint. And while Brent made a point of keeping his personal opinions about that trash of society firmly out of professional matters, there was no denying that Starhawk was a veteran.

Worse, the duel involved actual chas.

And that scum of an instructor had not simply lost, but was practically decimated.

Not just wrecked, damaged, or torn down.

No.

The guy ended up fully vaporized. Including himself, disappearing into obscurity like that.

Brent coughed lightly to himself as he contemplated.

Ahem. He was digressing.

But in the end, the point was clear.

Luca should have had a higher spiritual rank. And while it could always be up for debate, especially politically, it would be hard to put his rank down when there were just so many supporting instances.

So to avoid such issues, all they needed were proper test results to support it.

If only the equipnt could return soon enough so they could have that much-awaited retest.

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But instead of receiving such good news, Doctor Brent’s daily life was once again shaken by an entirely different developnt.

Luca Kyros was taking the official licensure exam for chanics.

Yes. That one.

The very sa one judged by actual master chanics.

Worse, it wasn’t even the standard licensure exam. Instead, it was a special examination with only him as the sole examinee.

To think the cadet wasn’t even in the cha Manufacturing Division?!

"???"

Doctor Brent stared at the ssage longer than was reasonable.

He really should have paid more attention to school gossip instead of burying himself in journals and reports. Had he known earlier, he might have pieced things together far sooner.

At the very least, he would have gone to the equipnt center himself.

Then again, he almost did exactly that after watching Luca’s exam with his own two eyes.

"..."

"..."

What S-rank?

Even the cadet’s father, a verified SS-rank powerhouse after layers upon layers of confirmation, would have struggled to perform so of the things Luca had done so casually.

And all of Brent’s previous thoughts about control?

Screw that.

Whatever they had witnessed during that exam was control taken to its absolute extre.

It wasn’t just precision. It could be said to be the epito of finesse.

Thankfully, for the obvious genius, there was the convenience of being a Kyros.

Because his parents were the Duke and Duchess, most people simply assud his spiritual rank without checking. So simply thought it was a given.

After all, with the other heirs of the sa standing sitting comfortably at S-rank, assuming the sa of their son wouldn’t raise eyebrows.

It wouldn’t even be unusual.

But Brent knew better.

Ard with that certainty, he imdiately contacted the company servicing the assessnt equipnt and requested that the process be expedited. Technically, it still couldn’t be classified as an ergency.

But realistically speaking, the entire dical and research community would probably want his head if they found out he had not treated it like one.

Fortunately, the staff inford him that the equipnt was already undergoing servicing.

Better yet, it was a good thing he had called.

They had been planning to ask him what he wanted to do with the footage from the previous assessnts.

"Huh?"

Doctor Brent went completely still.

The line went silent for long enough that the staff on the other end nervously checked if the connection had dropped.

It hadn’t. The physician on the other line was just frozen.

Brent simply realized, all at once, that he might have missed sothing critical.

No one ever bothered to review the footage in detail unless there was a dispute and proof was required that the examination had actually been conducted. Most recordings were painfully uneventful. Just dots. Literally. They wouldn’t even see the spiritual attraction, because the playback simply couldn’t capture it.

In the end, the footage would just be a lot of staring at the sa exact dots for everyone.

But apparently, not for everyone.

At least not for one Luca Kyros.