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

But so much for letting go.

Because after only a few moments, Countess Jenna realized that letting go was absolutely out of the question.

What unfolded before her could only be described as a riot.

A full-scale battle.

On one side were dignified humans, soldiers and officials alike who had clearly underestimated the enemy.

On the other side were baby goats.

Tiny. Fluffy. Fast.

And winning.

Someone shrieked as a fluff ball darted between their legs. Another yelped when a soft but determined headbutt landed squarely on someone’s behind. Desperation erupted everywhere as people tried to tag-team, forming shaky barricades that immediately fell apart when the goats zigzagged through with gleeful precision.

Her husband tried to block a path and was immediately outmaneuvered by a goat not even the height of his knee. Another attempted a coordinated grab only for the target to twist mid-air, bleat triumphantly, and land safely behind them.

”Meeeeh!”

”Breeeeeh!”

Apparently, it was so much harder to catch opponents when they were tiny and shouldn’t be hurt. And so the proud leaders of the Empire’s military forces who were far too strong on normal days were beside themselves trying to control their strengths.

”Wait! No! Not that way!” someone cried.

Too late.

Hooves pattered wildly as if they were personally offended by the idea of being caught.

It was obvious how serious the matter had become when the countess noticed the preparations made by the other women.

The Empress herself had tied her hair up with ruthless efficiency as she lunged for a particularly smug baby that leapt away at the last second. Nearby, Duchess Amelia had rolled up her sleeves, eyes sharp, stance grounded.

This was serious now.

A butler attempted a heroic dive and missed entirely, landing in the grass with a groan while another goat pranced over their back triumphantly.

Countess Jenna didn’t know when she joined in on the diving.

Only that she did.

Oddly enough, there was something about diving into that mess and emerging victorious with an intact baby goat in her arms that made her feel alive.

Who knows if it were the fluff, the softness, or how she had gotten used to the sounds that could have deafened her, but the woman enjoyed it.

She chased. She lunged. She rolled breathlessly as she scooped one squirming child into her arms, only for another to immediately bump into her leg as if protesting the unfairness.

She was panting by the time she finally dropped down onto the grass, clutching her prize like a trophy.

And apparently, she had been good at it.

Because just before her son returned, holding a scarfed and very poised creature that instantly sent every remaining baby goat running in one determined direction, someone pointed out that Countess Jenna had caught the most kids out of everyone.

Kids.

She learned, with delight, that the little ones were called kids.

The aftermath was... something.

When the chaos finally died down, people collapsed where they stood.

On the grass. Against trees. On stones.

Count Alexander dropped beside his wife and stared up at the sky, chest rising and falling.

”Just what was that?” he asked no one in particular.

Countess Jenna turned to look at him.

Then she looked around.

Hair stuck out in all directions. Clothes were rumpled. There were faint hoof marks everywhere. A few people still had bits of grass clinging to them.

Someone’s sleeve had been chewed.

She giggled.

Softly at first.

Then louder.

Then she laughed fully, the sound bright and unrestrained.

It spread.

One chuckle turned into another. Then another. Soon, laughter echoed across the clearing as everyone finally realized just how ridiculous they looked.

”Sorry about that, my lord, my lady,” Luca said, breathless and red-faced as he sprawled on the ground nearby. ”Every now and then, the kids outsmart everyone and escape to run all over the place.”

”We’ve tried negotiations but so far they’ve yet to give us a positive response.” continued the golden-eyed cadet.

”But regardless, welcome to the dungeon space! I hope you enjoy staying or visiting as often as you want,” he smiled brightly before laughing at the sight of a blonde who lay beside him.

”!!!”

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A dungeon space.

As they walked, they were treated to a surprisingly concise explanation about the main reason for all the secrecy and inexplicable disappearance and reappearance of their child.

”So that news about the lot of you disappearing from the mecha registration office... Was this how you did it?” asked the count.

”Ah yes, my lord! We didn’t have a choice back then so we all ran back to the space.” replied Luca who was amazed that the count figured it out.

Sure enough he was really up to date about Jax!

”And you’re saying we can now go in and out of the dungeon space in a similar fashion?” confirmed the father whose brain was trying to process everything.

”Yes! Especially once we get you your own doors! But for now, we can help you get to places!”

Who would have thought that a door could ever be considered as a national secret? But right now, it most definitely was for one security and tech expert.

Count Alexander now understood why his son made that comment about protocols before everything else. Because yes, he would have said the same thing.

This was the kind of thing one couldn’t just see without layers and layers of restrictions for the sake of the safety of quite literally everyone.

As in everyone. After seeing such a place, the count was certain that it didn’t matter what kind of secret everyone else held, because it probably wouldn’t measure up to this place.

Apparently, his initial concept of things requiring maximum security could be rearranged in mere seconds.

And yet, every time he thought he’d heard the most intriguing thing just yet, he would then hear something even more ground-breaking.

From hearing about the unique way to access the space, to hearing about the time dilation, as well as hearing that the place was in essence powered by corruption, the Taylor couple were being bombarded by secrets far beyond any available clearance level.

This was truly the kind of secret one must bring to the grave.

Good heavens!

Safe to say, the Taylor couple didn’t understand what everything meant right away. For someone like the count, who needed to understand the inner workings of things to fully make sense of it, he was still in the middle of absorbing information.

But apparently, that was normal.

In fact, they drew in congratulations for not actually ending up in the medical bay like everyone else.

Then again, what could they say?

That they were rightfully used to being so thoroughly shocked by their own son that they managed to actually survive the onslaught of all the new stimuli.

After all, as parents to the toddler who went home after ”fishing out” his new friends who turned out to be the Imperial Crown Prince, their penchant for surprises was right up there with the toughest of them all.

Only this time they really couldn’t help but gasp at what they were seeing and hearing.

Because while the countess was in the middle of marveling at the concept of barns and how there were so many more kids, Count Alexander was out there being taken out by the weirdest little bit.

Of all the secrets he heard, he was apparently most affected by hearing that the hacker that had taken out his defenses happened to be the manager of the dungeon space, D-29!