The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 814

Capítulo 814: The Count’s Discovery

Grandchildren.

If it were just the fern, then yes, a grandchild. But Count Alexander was about ninety-nine percent certain that the whole place was basically a built-in venue for an immovable family reunion featuring the whole lot of their extremely great-grandchildren.

Unbelievable, right?

He thought so too.

Especially because he had also been shocked when he somehow found out.

It had started innocently enough, back when he was contracted to establish, test, and maintain the security of that place called the aquaponics complex.

Obviously he felt that the entire thing was very novel. Growing spiritual plants? How ambitious!

But during one of his routine weekly security reviews, Alexander noticed something odd. The feed showed the same rows of plants he had seen the week before.

Except that they were taller.

Fuller, and clearly growing.

Naturally, he ran additional checks. Cross-referenced timestamps. Verified sensor integrity. Everything came back clean.

The plants were real and thriving.

How amazing, right?

Of course, of course! But imagine the tech mogul’s surprise when he thought he was seeing a ghost because his son had just appeared inside the very same complex!

Now, that alone should not have been shocking. The complex belonged to the guild after all. Except for one small problem.

His son was supposed to be on Planet Nova. Not Planet Kyros.

Alexander checked the timestamp.

Checked the location.

Checked his son’s schedule.

Then for good measure, checked all of it again.

Perhaps Jax had used an Imperial jump point. It wasn’t impossible. Unlikely, but not impossible.

While he could have prodded even more, the Count had long established rules for what he should be checking. And he had never been one to track Jax’s every single movement.

Alexander exhaled and settled back into his seat, deciding not to overthink it.

That decision lasted approximately seven seconds.

Because his son did not just walk through the complex.

He stopped, crouched, and started tending to the plants.

No, actually, “tending” didn’t seem like the right word.

Jax flitted between rows like a busy yet hyper drone, hands moving carefully, checking leaves, adjusting growth trays. And then he started talking.

“???”

Alexander’s brow furrowed.

“…What?”

The audio feed was clear.

“Hey now,” Jax said gently, crouching beside a cluster of vines. “No crowding! You all have plenty of space. Let your siblings breathe.”

He moved to the next row.

“And you lot,” he continued, tapping the side of a growth bed lightly, “share the light properly. I know you’re excited, but everyone should get their share, you can’t just do that.”

Alexander stared, then noticed what his son had moved on to do.

Jax smiled at a budding plant.

“Oh,” he said excitedly, genuinely delighted. “You did it.”

He leaned closer.

“You’re the first ones to bear fruit,” Jax said, pride unmistakable in his voice. “Good job! You must be very proud of yourselves!”

The count’s fingers went slack on the armrest as he watched his son continue, this time with utter seriousness.

“Good, good. You’ve done well like those in your lineage.” he said after a moment of thought. “Hardening you guys off seemed to really help, no?”

He laughed.

“You know,” he added fondly, “your great ancestor struggled a lot at first. Toto the first was very dramatic back then. And I almost couldn’t go on with the hardening because why would I expose my child to stressors like that?! But it had to be done. And now look at all of my grandchildren looking great because of that!”

Alexander stopped breathing.

He replayed the footage.

Once.

Twice.

Five times.

The words, the tone, the sincerity. None of that changed despite watching it so many times.

Child?

He really said child.

His son had just referred to them as grandchildren.

Alexander sat back slowly, his mind undergoing different calculations.

“…So that’s what you’ve been doing,” he murmured.

But the final confirmation came later.

Much later.

It arrived when Alexander was formally asked to assist in securing DG’s booth during ingress.

The set-up alone was a feat in itself. Because unlike the others that had started set-up a week or so in advance, DG actually scheduled their entire setup for a single day before the Expo opened.

He found that odd in the beginning. He even assumed they were cutting it close.

But he soon realized that they weren’t doing it because they were cramming. Instead, they deliberately chose to do it that way because their booth would have caused a lot of panic had everyone else seen it from the outside.

Of course he understood the sentiment. He just wasn’t sure if they’d have enough time to set everything up.

But clearly he shouldn’t have doubted them.

The materials they brought in somehow reminded him of the aquaponics complex. And sure enough, the assemblers, who were definitely members of House Kyros, appeared to be experienced.

With a footprint smaller than the aquaponics complex and a team that clearly knew how to build even in their sleep, the booth took shape far faster than Alexander had expected.

Still, they had to have security during the construction process. In response to that, Count Alexander set up a temporary facility while he deployed an initial system that he planned on personally monitoring.

Which meant he was there.

Physically.

And for the first time in a very long time, he was able to watch his son work without a screen between them.

And Jax was radiant. Practically shining!

Or maybe that was flames around him. Alexander couldn’t be entirely sure. But in general, the Count thought it was truly something to see Jax being extremely passionate about something.

His son had always enjoyed physical pursuits. Mecha piloting. Combat training. Anything that rewarded instinct and movement. But Alexander always thought that maybe his son liked it because he’d been good at it. Because for some reason, it all came naturally.

However, this passion for farming and gardening was something his son clearly worked hard on. Because he actually saw him referring to notes.

Notes.

Yep.

Jackson Taylor. Actually referring to painstakingly written notes.

The first time he saw it, Alexander nearly lost consciousness.

He had hidden himself out of habit, positioning himself where he could observe without being noticed. Years of training himself to evade his own parents made invisibility second nature.

So he watched.

Then imagine his surprise when he saw him consulting actual text!

Alexander pressed a hand to his chest. There was nothing more unusual than seeing that boy consult words instead of simply feeling it out like he had done since he was born.

But the surprises didn’t stop there.

Because the child who always preferred tagging along with everyone else was now positioned on top of the podium.

The podium.

Then Jax began issuing instructions?!

“Captain! Rotate that pot fifteen degrees,” Jax said calmly. “The light angle here is slightly off.”

Someone hesitated.

“Trust me,” Jax added. “It matters. That child is very particular about lighting!”

The Imperial Crown Prince adjusted the pot.

The father didn’t think he would pass away this early, but it was definitely possible!

The count closed his eyes.

It was brief. He just needed to breathe.

When he opened them again, Jax was moving from plant to plant, hands gentle, voice soft.

“I know, I know,” Jax murmured as he adjusted a leaf. “This father knows you’ve all suffered from being moved like this! From our house to this place, it must really be annoying.”

Alexander stopped breathing.

“But if you grow well,” Jax continued earnestly, “so many people will get to admire you. They’ll talk about your big leaves. Your beautiful flowers.”

He smiled to himself.

“And what if my parents actually come?” he added quietly. “Wouldn’t that be the first time you meet your great-grandparents?”

Alexander’s soul attempted to exit his body.

“The what?” he whispered.

The who?

He stared at his son.

At the plants.

At the booth.

Now how could they not come?

It was just that, how should he explain things to his wife?

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