The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607: The Promised Child

However, just as the people of the Empire were generally feeling hopeful and grateful in their hearts, back in the dungeon space, an unexpected event was unfolding.

Heuk. Heuk.

Ollie had been so taken aback that he ended up clinging to Luca for dear life.

It all started just moments ago when Ollie heard about his parents coming over. He had been excited because Luca and the elders had said they managed to make something called wine, and that they wanted to gift a few bottles to his parents as well.

Ollie was doubly excited since his brother told him it seemed to be highly regarded by adults—people like Xavier’s parents, and now even his very own.

The elders, on the other hand, were practically puffing their chests out. They were so proud of their creations that they leaned in at every opportunity, waiting to hear praise for the different flavors they had brewed. They were the first to offer their bottles, and probably would have offered more if no one stopped them.

But Oliver Mylor, sworn brother of Luca Soren Kyros, seemed to share one very distinct brotherly trait.

Utter obliviousness. And the strangest form of selective memory loss.

For when he saw his parents being spoken to by a certain blue-haired man of tall stature—one whose back was so broad it looked like an entire residence a mop might live on—Ollie’s first instinct was not caution.

It was to run over, yell "Mom! Pop!" at the top of his lungs, and promptly plant a kiss on the cheek of a certain boy standing beside him.

Just as always. Just as it had been ever since they had been officially together.

And it might have all been fine and good—if not for one crucial problem.

Ollie had never actually told his parents. Well, in reality, just his father.

Which meant that his poor father, Marquis Osmond Mylor, was now staring with eyes so wide they looked ready to fall out of his skull.

"!!!"

The Marquis had actually steeled himself before stepping into the dungeon space. He had prepared by imagining the most outrageous things, reminding himself that this was the place where miracles happened every second.

If he saw dragons roaring in the distance, he would not be surprised.

If he saw mechas holding conversations or contamination purified in impossible ways, he would accept it.

Even the fact that his son had been recognized by the Academy as a young genius—when all the boy had wanted to do back then was escape his studies—was something he had managed to swallow.

So surely, surely, he was ready.

Or so he thought.

Because just what in Solaris was this?

How could something like this happen even when he thought he had already prepared for everything?!

Because right in front of Marquis Osmond Mylor was the same genius blonde—his very own son—who had latched himself onto one of the heirs of the famed Nox family. Arms wrapped around him like tentacles.

Now, apparently, this was normal. After months of seeing it, this was normal.

What was not normal, however, was the sudden smooch delivered by the blonde... who was apparently his son.

"!!!"

"O-Oliver Astrea Mylor! Explain yourself!"

And just like that, in the middle of a peaceful clearing with the wind blowing gently, one father learned the truth of his son’s relationship.

"Pop! I-I swear, I was going to tell you! But every time I’m about to do it, something comes up and I—" Ollie’s excuse stumbled out, only for him to jolt when Kyle placed a hand on his shoulder, then stepped forward as if to shield him.

"Marquis Mylor," Kyle said firmly, bowing slightly, "I would like to apologize for this. There is truly no excuse for the disrespect I’ve shown by—"

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