The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1046

Chapter 1046: A Future Worth Sharing

Now in such a place, most conversations would go unnoticed as a form of courtesy, but even the most harmless sounding lines would sound all too impactful when heard by particular ears.

Like the Duke, who had overheard everything and was currently being physically restrained by as many staff members as possible.

"My son!" he burst out, somewhere between panic and disbelief. "Children?! You’re looking to have children?!"

"Oh! Papa! Hello!" Luca greeted brightly, as if this wasn’t a crisis. Then he scratched his cheek, a little shy. "Maybe after graduating... or when we’re more prepared."

He paused, thinking it through as he spoke.

"I just thought it would be nice," he added softly. "At first, I was worried about being a good provider for any little ones, but I think that’s solved now."

The thought of Luca, of all people, being concerned about providing would probably sound insane to most people. But that was because it really wasn’t easy to undo a mindset shaped by scarcity or the anxiety of losing everything in a heartbeat.

He had been trying to reflect on it, and he did feel better now that he could monetize his skills. But being responsible for young children was something else entirely, and it was something that had to be taken seriously despite knowing and understanding that he actually had a support system this time around.

Still, he needed to be able to prove to himself that he could contribute well for his peace of mind.

But suddenly hearing about this, and realizing the extent of support there was...

Luca’s gaze drifted around the room, landing on extremely familiar faces.

"I think it would be great to share this kind of life with them," Luca continued, his smile turning gentle. "Surrounded by such a great family... I feel like most children would like to get to know us too."

A small breath.

"Loving parents, supportive grandparents, interesting uncles and aunts... even pets. I think a child would enjoy growing up surrounded by people like that."

Silence followed.

But not just from Duke Leander because everyone who heard him actually felt it.

That quiet tug and realization that the young lord was inadvertently talking about the life he should’ve had.

The childhood that had been taken from him.

And now that he was finally living it... he wanted to share it.

Duchess Amelia adjusted herself and very deliberately stepped on her husband’s foot.

Hard.

Her gaze snapped to him—sharp, dangerous, and very clear.

Say something properly, or die.

The Duke flinched, his thoughts scrambling. His throat tightened, emotions catching in ways he didn’t quite know how to process despite reflecting on it daily. There were things they hadn’t been able to give their son before.

Time they couldn’t rewind back.

But this time—

This time, they wouldn’t fail in their roles.

"A-ah, yes! Definitely!" Leander managed, straightening despite the initial internal collapse. "If you do decide to have children, we’ll all be here to support you! There won’t be any shortage of family!"

And he meant it.

Even if the idea of his child (not), having a child felt... overwhelming—

It was equally impossible to deny that any grandchild of his would be loved beyond reason.

Hmph.

So, having lost to his own logic, the Duke redirected his attention.

Straight to the culprit.

The son-in-law.

Who was currently holding his precious baby.

"In that regard..." Leander began, voice tight, eyes sharp. "Y-you work hard!"

Xavier blinked once.

He wasn’t entirely sure what kind of threat that was supposed to be.

But he smiled anyway, unusually bright and unstoppable.

"Yes, Father," he replied smoothly. "I will."

He looked genuinely flabbergasted, like this was the first time the thought had ever crossed his mind.

"Well," the Duchess replied smoothly, "that’s exactly what we’re trying to find out, isn’t it? So make sure you take that session seriously and note down what you can. Who knows if it might be useful for the future grandbabies?"

"!!!"

And just like that, she turned and left the hall, dragging along a thoroughly gagged Duke who looked like he was seconds away from declaring war on fate itself before being forcibly contained.

That left the three of them standing there, caught in the aftermath of a conversation they clearly hadn’t been prepared for.

If those three looked like they’d just undergone an awakening, however, Kyle had it worse.

He had just finished ironing out legal documents, only to return to his little star in the middle of a full-blown existential crisis about their future children.

"...?!"

"Sorry, what?"

"Kyle!" Ollie grabbed him immediately, eyes wide with urgency. "What if our baby can burn eyebrows?!"

Kyle froze where he stood, staring at his wife’s panicked expression as if trying to process whether this was real or if he had somehow walked into a nightmare.

Slowly, he turned to Xavier and Luca, hoping—praying—for an explanation.

Instead, he found both of them looking equally dazed.

Which, frankly, did not help.

Well, if only one could just worry about burning eyebrows. But really, that worry was for another time.

For now, the returning adjutant—who was somehow being implicated in the creation of superpowered children despite doing absolutely nothing—needed something, anything, to ground the situation.

Thankfully, Luca spoke.

Calm.

Serious.

"I think we should go ask the Elders."