The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 584

Chapter 584: Family Discipline 101

Duchess Amelia’s head hurt.

In this day and age, she did not think she would ever be called in for something that so closely resembled a parent-teacher conference.

Only that this time it was not even her son in question. It was her husband. Their people. And even, apparently, her son-in-law.

For one wild moment, she actually assumed Leander and Xavier had finally gone at each other. But no. She was informed it was because House Kyros had put the people of House Holt completely out of commission.

"???"

And now here she stood by the doorway of the shared medical bay room, staring at a collection of busybodies who all looked like they were suffering from either temporary high blood pressure or exhaustion.

She had been furious earlier, especially when they all tried running away. Because if anything in the world reeked of guilt, it was exactly that.

But then she was given a breakdown. Methodically. Calmly. From the only person in the room who clearly did not need a time-out.

That boy.

That boy had stood there composed, explaining what happened while the others nearly screeched behind him. In fact, Amelia was certain Leander had been this close to breathing fire in his anger.

And she understood why. Because she, too, had seen red the moment the photos came out.

The Holts did not seem like they had any intention of stopping. Nor did they care that they were attacking someone half their age.

But then Xavier had gone forward with a detailed explanation of his plan. Why he chose that method. How he intended to execute it.

They were all stunned.

Because anyone looking at him in that moment would never guess he had just been dragged into something so vile. He looked composed. Unshaken.

And yet, once anyone listened to the plan he had cobbled together in the span of minutes, it became clear. He was planning on cutting out the rot entirely.

What damage control? What magnanimity?

This young cadet was all bite, no bark. If he had not explained how he intended to destroy Holt Armaments from the inside out, no one would have even known what happened until it was already done.

Like a silent assassin.

One who even apologized.

Though Amelia was not sure how to take it when the apology was for not beating them harder.

All because of manpower-related logic. If he incapacitated Holt’s soldiers for longer than necessary, House Kyros might be asked to send replacements to the frontlines to cover their absence.

All the kneeling adults suddenly looked at him very differently.

Even Duke Leander’s ears twitched at the boy’s insight, which, for Leander, was about as subtle as someone fainting from shock.

Even he had to admit, begrudgingly, that it was the smart way to go. Ehem.

But still, Duchess Amelia wanted them all to reflect on their actions. Quietly. While calming themselves down.

Because while they had been justified this time, they could not always expect to have such neat little plans. And if Amelia was being honest, if they had not discussed it beforehand, these adults were very likely just beating the living shits out of those bastards.

"But, Honey—!"

"Your Grace," Xavier cut in smoothly, "Duke Leander figured I was up to something, because he also tried to delay the fight."

The kneeling soldiers: "?"

Every bruised soldier looked up at the cadet, confused beyond reason.

Duchess Amelia’s eyebrow arched.

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