[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun":3,"chapter-the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-459":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},630119,871,"Chapter 459: Succession","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-459",459,"\u003Cp>The sounds of footsteps outside the bathroom were driving a certain blonde crazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each approaching step landed like a drumbeat inside his skull, especially marking a loud heartbeat that he wasn’t sure how to process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an accident; he didn’t mean to overhear their conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he was about to check if the coast was clear, he heard Kyle’s distinctive voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t screaming. He wasn’t even increasing his usual volume, but the utter silence made it so that his words were impossible to miss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I worship him. And the ground he walks on.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie’s heart flatlined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His knees gave out almost instantly as the meaning of those words caught up to his brain, dragging him down like a system error. And by the time the footsteps stopped right outside the bathroom door, Ollie was crouched on the cold tiles like a panicked child mid-meltdown, hands over his ears as if that could rewind time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard all of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now he didn’t know how to exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But contrary to his warring emotions, on the other side of the door, there was silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One that was eventually broken by a low knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—the voice. That voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm. Warm. Dangerously close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ollie?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blonde flinched like a startled cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You missed breakfast,\" Kyle continued. \"So you didn’t get your lunchbox either. I brought it over. I even packed your share from earlier...just in case.\" Kyle’s voice was full of casual amusement, light but unmistakably fond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie was curled like a shrimp, arms wrapped around his knees. \"D-Don’t come in here,\" he mumbled, but very much not loud enough for the door to muffle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other side, there was a soft chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t,\" he said, amused. \"I’m not that heartless. So I’ll just leave the thermal bag here, okay?\" Kyle added, gently placing the container down beside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try to have something before your class starts, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"O-okay...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good, I’ll go to class now so you can come out of there in peace.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie, inside, bit his sleeve and melted into a puddle of nervous energy and unprocessed feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still blushing and clinging to what remained of his composure, Ollie finally cracked open the bathroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hallway was mercifully empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He peeked out like a raccoon scoping for snacks and shame, then snatched up the thermal bag like a loot drop and scurried down the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he made it to his classroom door, his ears were glowing red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t late. In fact, he still had time to eat. But just as he was about to open the mechanized door, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices filtered through from inside—loud enough to hear, quiet enough that they didn’t know he was listening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I guess I’ll have to tell my cousin not to hope for much,\" said a girl whose voice Ollie didn’t recognize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean?\" another girl asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, that was Kyle Nox earlier, right?\" the first replied. \"If so, he basically just confessed. So all those hoping to receive a marriage proposal from him should probably give up now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—was he actually looking for marriage partners?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, probably not him personally. But when we were younger, there was this list of candidates going around. You know, the same thing his older brother had.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa, really? I didn’t know that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s only because you just came in recently. It’s always been a huge deal for the girls back in the Capital. But with him being absent from events for years, the candidates never really got to compete for his attention.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about you? You didn’t sign up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope. My cousin had already joined, and our family didn’t want us fighting over him. Plus, my cousin’s way better. If even she wasn’t confident, then what slim chance would I have?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie, frozen just outside the door, felt his heart do something that could only be described as a spiral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marriage? There was a list?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle had marriage prospects?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the lunchbox tightened as a cold, clammy feeling spread over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, Ollie suddenly remembered when they made their contract—Kyle did mention something about a list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never said it was a marriage list!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just how many people were on it?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they’re competing?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just a sweetheart. But sweethearts?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now Ollie wasn’t sure whether to walk into the room or run out to interrogate that guy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was severely conflicted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So conflicted, in fact, that he momentarily lost his appetite, which, for Oliver Mylor, was a certified emergency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But apparently, the universe wasn’t done with him yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because just as he was trying to will himself through the door with pink ears and a dangerously overheating brain, another voice joined the conversation inside:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you heard him, right? It seems like it’s unrequited. He said Ollie says they’re just friends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So maybe it’s not hopeless for your cousin?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, even if Kyle likes him, but Ollie says no, then he’d still be available for an engagement.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, what’s the guarantee that his family would honor his wishes? Families like that usually pick the best candidates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that why Lord Killian is still single?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Probably! Someone like him should’ve been married by now. And if he doesn’t settle soon, won’t Kyle have to do it for succession rights?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie froze, the last line hitting him like a sandbag to the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Succession?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that why Kyle had been adamant about the compensation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind whirred as he thought back to when Kyle insisted it might be a problem for him if Ollie took too long to find a wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it because his family was on a tight timeline?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Kyle promised he’d wait until after he found someone first...Kyle wouldn’t lie to him...right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched the lunchbox in one hand, the other curling into a fist by his side. Because since he’d known the man, he hasn’t seen him break a contract. He was many things, but he always honored his promises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if it wasn’t Kyle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if his family forced him to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie’s breath hitched as a dreadful thought crept in like a virus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle was a Nox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A real, honest-to-galaxies, high-standing, politically entangled noble family, Nox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And wasn’t this the kind of thing noble families did? Sacrifice true love on the altar of succession? Swap out sweethearts like shoes to secure alliances?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched the thermal bag tighter, panic blooming in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He...he promised his firstborn, so that should be enough guarantee, right?Ollie thought to himself, there was that in their contract, so Kyle shouldn’t be forced to marry to have a successor, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what if he—Ollie, who was painfully single—didn’t have a child?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHAT IF HE COULDN’T HAVE A CHILD?!?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind spiraled, panic ping-ponging between metaphysical crises and contract loopholes. As only then did he realize that he hadn’t thought about that part when they made that agreement!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fumbled for his terminal, ready to message Kyle after realizing there was a problem when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie jumped ten centimeters into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spun around like a guilty cartoon character and faced the deeply unimpressed figure of Instructor Moore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you not going in?\" the man asked, blinking slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie’s soul nearly left his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Uh—yes, sir! Sorry, sir!\" he said, bowing too fast, nearly flinging his lunchbox at the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moore squinted at him like someone evaluating a chaotic kitten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way, Cadet Mylor. If you and Luca are free by lunch, we can go to the library. I already filed the clearance request for those restricted materials you guys wanted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie’s internal monologue screeched to a halt. He blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right! That!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had almost forgotten about that windfall that his brother managed to secure!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, please!\" he chirped, nearly vibrating with excitement. \"I’ll tell my brother!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moore gave a curt nod. \"Good. In the meantime, I suggest you focus on this class. Unless you want to add another subject to your problems.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ollie straightened like he’d remembered his purpose. \"Yes, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked into the classroom, eyes sharp, ears still pink, heart still a confused mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he should be proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he really did concentrate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if he accidentally wrote the word sweetheart seventeen times in his notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just seventeen. A far lesser number than the number of times he stopped himself from calling a certain someone.\u003C\u002Fp>",1422,"2026-06-02T06:16:21.519Z",1,"novelbin.me","b97552c9840f528119135210464177654abd0beb6729b94d61b5e541d556eb31","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-460","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-458",1073,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-cover.jpg"]