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

That was the safe zone.

Well, safe-ish.

The confessional was never meant for religious atonement in House Mylor but was built after one of their first ancestors mistakenly used it to confess all his sins to his family.

They were minor infractions, but to the five-year-old who only belatedly learned that all his secrets had been mistakenly heard after he entered the wrong side of the booth, it must have been tragic.

Obviously, that must have been a horrible time for the ancestor in question, but since then, the family has decided to pursue the concept.

As generations passed, it evolved into a place to air secrets so volatile that even the walls had to be reinforced.

It was a legacy room of ancestral secrets and bad ideas, and Ollie?

He’s always had a whole wheelbarrow of both.

”Pop! I’m home now! Shouldn’t that count for something?!” he shrieked as he slid across a rug and practically elbowed open the hidden panel that led to the reinforced booth.

But behind him, the thunder still raged.

”OHOHOHO! Count for something?! Now you know how to count?!” Barked the thundering final boss.

”Did you count how many days it has been since you’ve made contact?!”

”Or would you like counting how many hairs I’ve lost trying to learn if your ass had started being involved in crime—”

”Or worse! MULTI-LEVEL MARKETING?!”

”And your mother! Can you count how much weight she has lost because of you?!” He continued screeching at the blonde mop who dove into the confessional.

Marquis Osmond was not sure if he wanted to ball up his son before squeezing him or outright hugging the idiot who was, against all odds, still luckily alive.

He, of all people, knew what it was like to deal with something so risky that death could come knocking at any time now.

But then to hear that his son Ollie, out of all of them, was the one to land into this hot water?

Preposterous.

Worse still, he didn’t learn it from a letter or a report but from watching his son’s face pop up everywhere across Star Net. And even if he could initially try ignoring it, his son’s involvement in this couldn’t be denied.

His son, who barely wanted to attend class, not only passed the mercenary exams as a freshman but also joined a totally new guild, which they apparently started with only five members—all freshmen.

Now, all of this apparently happened before the auction, but none of them even knew.

Technically, he had a feeling that something was up when his son sauntered in with all of those people, goods, and money.

And had he not seen what they themselves auctioned, he would’ve thought that his son sold himself to some devil.

Though why someone would buy that boy’s soul would be beyond him, but with Ollie’s personality of being too giving, he might have even offered it for free.

This was really ironic, considering his apparent ability to make money. However, maybe the issue is not with making it but with keeping it.

Sigh.

And now they were here, and his son was using the confessional to buy time to save himself from the ass-whooping of the century.

Unless he had something worth all the trouble of giving his entire family anxiety, save for Owen, who enjoyed seeing his brother’s face everywhere.

Unfortunately, or fortunately for the son, he did.

He had one. And it was one so big that the father would much later on stop his son from continuing.

Ollie gulped after catching his breath.

He had succeeded in getting inside; now, all he had to do was to deliver something: a compelling argument.

But his pop had suddenly stopped speaking or well, screaming at him, which got him even more nervous.

It was always much easier when they were screaming.

So, his father must’ve been really angry and worried. And as the resident worry wart—the original—this sure wasn’t supposed to be surprising.

Therefore, there was one thing he needed to do first.

”Pop...I’m sorry.” Ollie was seriously apologetic, as he figured they would’ve likely been alarmed the moment they started seeing things all over Star Net.

It was one thing to do things quietly and within his parent’s usual expectations, but another thing to be in that kind of position as if overnight.

”Hmph!”

Obviously, such an apology wouldn’t be accepted just like that, and so Ollie decided to start the supposedly long talk about what he had been doing recently.

But before he got anywhere, ”You—how much do you weigh now?”

”Huh?” He blinked.

Ollie was surprised to hear this question out of all the possible ones that could’ve been asked.

”Your weight, Ollie.”

But he wasn’t sure about the answer and was scared of checking, considering how much he’s been eating.

”I’m not really sure, Pop...I haven’t checked. But I think I gained a bit...” Ollie trailed, embarrassed at this actual confession.

”Hmm. Make sure you don’t lose weight.”

”If you’re actually working, it is better to eat more. If the food in your guild is too expensive, you might as well ask for more allowance.” Said the Marquis, who didn’t get a good look at his son, who bolted as soon as his shadow peeked out.

But if he managed to see him, he’d be surprised by the glowing ball who definitely wouldn’t look starved in any way.

However, Marquis Osmond was the father of a son who got tired whenever he used his brain and figured this son might have ended up malnourished.

And it was one thing that Ollie would end up clearing up, but only after a certain father starts to understand why they were really inside the confessional.

However, for now, Ollie felt like a lump was stuck in his throat, and he figured that his good brother was right in saying that they could likely trust his father with this kind of secret.

”Pop. For now, I can only explain it vaguely...But if you would like to know more, it is possible, provided the proper oath is made.”

The Marquis said nothing, letting Ollie continue with this spiel he didn’t get to actually practice.

”My friends and I, we’ve started a new guild with a rather unique business model. It’s just that our methodologies are top secret and cannot be disclosed just haphazardly. And I figured I’d only say something when we have ways to protect ourselves, the guild, and our families.”

That was true because they waited so long before doing something this public, and only after they managed to integrate with the Duchy of Kyros.

”Is any of this illegal? Did you end up with a list of crimes? Is that why you’re suddenly home?” Asked the father, whose nose was turned up.

That was a difficult question.

He had raked up crimes and almost bludgeoned the guy who was likely the Imperial Crown Prince. Then there were also a few explosions here and there—

But Kyle said they had a business permit for the Daycare, so they’re technically as legal as they can be, right?

Right.

”No, Pop! We’re as legal as we can get, and we have really good benefits too!” And Ollie decided to push forth with the only working strategy he’s got.

”I may not be able to explain everything now, Pop, but here’s something I can show you for now.”

He pushed forward a small tin can of cookies.

And then the rest was history.

Sike! If only.

For that would only be the start of what would be a very long day.