The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 593

Chapter 593: The Family Trait

It was a sunny morning in a certain manor that should have been safe from the problems of the Empire. Virtual birds were chirping, and the room smelled faintly of sandalwood and danger—

"—Huh?!"

Owen nearly leapt out of his bed when his bleary eyes adjusted enough to see not one but two figures looming over him. His parents. And they were standing far too close. For one horrifying second, he thought he had died and was being judged by them in the afterlife.

Then he blinked again and realized there were three. Three people staring down at him.

He screeched so loudly the windows rattled, and if anyone else in the manor had still been asleep, they certainly weren’t anymore. Which was fair, considering that Owen could probably sleep through a bombing and still snore on happily, so drastic measures had clearly been necessary.

But apparently, his scream was only the beginning. Because the next thing he knew, Owen was no longer in his bed. He was sitting in the family confessional chair in his rumpled pajamas, his hair sticking up in every direction like a terrified bird.

His mind raced.

Had they found out about the missed school day? Or the most recent quiz score he may or may not have failed? Was this a disciplinary trial?

Marquise Julienne sighed, her sharp eyes narrowing as she glanced at her husband, who wore the guiltiest expression imaginable.

What kind of family trait was this?

She herself would wake up if someone so much as breathed differently in the night, yet both her sons were capable of sleeping through the apocalypse.

Before Owen could blurt out something incriminating, he rubbed his eyes again... and froze. His older brother was there.

Ollie.

The brother he never thought he would see standing inside their home, not like this. Owen rubbed his eyes once more for good measure, but Ollie was still there, solid and very real.

His heart nearly exploded with excitement.

If only he had known! If only he had known his brother was coming home, he would have stayed awake all night waiting! Because with his brother came an offer that was impossible to refuse!

And oh, how exciting it was!

Owen could not believe his eyes, ears, or even his pores when his brother and parents asked him if he wanted to take charge of a very important and very secretive project—without actually telling him what it was yet.

They were clearly trying to kill him with anticipation. Why couldn’t they just say it outright?!

Then he saw it.

He smelled it.

He practically tasted the air, his entire body vibrating like a predator about to pounce, before his tiny mother threw out her deceptively strong arm and stopped him from lunging at the table.

"M-Mom!!! Look!" Owen squawked, eyes bulging as he struggled against her hold. "Why can’t I eat it yet?!"

"Dad," Ollie asked with genuine worry, "do you think he’ll be able to resist eating the goods before the job is even done?"

"Well, son," the Marquis replied with an overly thoughtful nod, "since you actually managed to get here without devouring anything first, maybe there is hope for your brother."

Which sounded nice until one remembered that Ollie had just used their settlement door to teleport instantly into the capital, where the family was temporarily staying until the upcoming auction was over. If it had been a longer trip, half the leafy greens on the table might have already gone missing.

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