The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: The Duke’s Blood Pressure

A two-pronged attack!

What else could it be?!

Duke Leander could not understand what sin he had committed in this life to deserve such torment.

First, his mecha. His glorious, most-awaited gift, stolen away before he could even touch it.

And now... this?!

Now they were actually targeting his precious son?!

The Duke wanted to spread his arms like wings and flap around to shield Luca from the swarming mass of strangers who had descended upon them.

Because what was this talk about "official debuts"? And why were there strange people shrieking "Kyaaaa! Kyaaaa!" like a flock of starved birds everywhere?

"Gary! Quick! What kind of attack strategy is this?! Is this a new kind of siege?!" the Duke demanded, eyes darting wildly as the mob pressed closer the moment they stepped out of the clearance bay.

Butler Gary, momentarily robbed of words, recovered with the dignity of a man who had seen far too much in his lifetime. "Your Grace... I don’t think this is an attack. This is what people would call... fans."

"Fans?! What fans?!"

"Your Grace, I believe they are fans of the Young Lord and the other cadets. It seems they are mobbing us."

Luca blinked in shock.

He had expected guards. Maybe some clerks. Not... this. Not a tidal wave of people crammed around the exit, shouting, waving, holding up strange glowing panels and screens.

The moment the doors hissed open, Xavier pulled him close, practically wrapping himself around Luca in a protective shield. His arms caged him tightly, one hand steady at his waist, the other pulling him flush against his chest.

"Stay close," Xavier murmured, his voice calm but unyielding.

Luca’s golden eyes widened. He was being... hugged? His brain short-circuited even as the crowd’s noise grew deafening.

Meanwhile, Ollie was caught in a similar predicament. The poor blond was squished firmly against Kyle’s chest, practically dangling as the taller boy used his own body to push through the crowd.

"K-Kyle, I can’t breathe!" Ollie wheezed, his arms flailing while he desperately looked at the terminal projection he’d been dragging around. "But wait—listen! I was checking the forums—ugh, don’t squeeze so tight—I think I know what’s going on!"

Kyle simply tightened his hold, shielding him from elbows and stray hands. "Let’s get to safety first."

"Yes, but I really think we need to look at this!" Ollie squeaked, scrolling frantically as the crowd pressed closer. "Apparently, someone saw us leaving Planet Nova for the capital. And when they mentioned it, everyone started speculating!"

"Speculating?" Luca managed, his words muffled against Xavier’s chest.

"Yes! People think—ow! foot!—people think you’re here for the coming-of-age ceremony! It’s around this time at the Imperial palace, so they’re convinced you’re debuting!" Ollie’s voice cracked as Kyle adjusted him like he was carrying an overly dramatic sack of flour.

The noise around them rose again, cheers and shouts echoing as the crowd surged.

But in reality? Their party was only here to keep the Duke from staging a one-man crusade to reclaim his "kidnapped" mecha... and to attend the auction scheduled for the next day.

That was all.

Yet here they were, drowning in the chaos of what looked, sounded, and very much felt like the premature debut of House Kyros’s heir.

Finally managing to pile into the hovercraft, everyone could finally breathe. The doors sealed, muffling the roars of the crowd outside, and silence—well, relative silence—settled inside.

Princess Kira flopped into her seat, muttering under her breath. "I never expected such a warm welcome." She whipped out her terminal immediately. "I need to check the photos. There’s bound to be unflattering angles, and those must be taken care of right away!"

But when the Princess opened her feed, her face went pale. "What... is this?"

Her golden eyes widened, scanning faster and faster until she practically shrieked, "How could the people of the capital be so vicious?!"

Everyone turned to look at her.

Ollie, curious, immediately pulled out his own terminal and dove into StarNet. His eyes widened, then narrowed with fiery indignation.

"WHAT?! How dare they?!" Ollie shouted, flailing in his seat. "How dare someone say our beloved Kyle Nox couldn’t possibly be with someone so short?!" His voice cracked as his fists trembled in outrage. "I am not that short! Am I short?!"

Kyle blinked, clearly unbothered by the storm of fandom discourse. He casually set a hand on Ollie’s head, ruffling his hair with infuriating calm and unending patience. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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