The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1124

Chapter 1124: The Waiting Game

But of course, Xavier, being the person—no, lover—that he was, would immediately worry about his soft and delicate wife.

Yes, soft and delicate.

Huh? But—

VERY SOFT.

VERY DELICATE.

"..."

Now others would likely look at him with immense disbelief. To most of the universe, Luca’s image had long since stopped being a useless flower vase and had somehow evolved into one that now occupied a very confusing category somewhere between a miraculous fairy and a natural disaster.

At this point, if there was anything to worry about, it was probably his opponent. In fact, in this particular case, even the ailment ought to be concerned about having to contend with Luca.

The things people said about him sounded completely unhinged.

The problem was that anyone trying to dispute them quickly ran into a rather unfortunate obstacle.

Where were the lies?

"..."

"..."

But all that didn’t matter to the Imperial Crown Prince.

In his eyes, his wife was a whole different category altogether, and if he sneezed, then it better be viewed as an Imperial emergency.

He was more than aware of Luca’s capabilities and bill of health, but that also meant understanding that such symptoms would only appear if his wife had overworked himself again.

So who in their right mind wouldn’t worry?

But what do you know? The little chipmunk said something else instead.

"I’m fine!" he reassured quickly. "Someone probably just remembered me."

Or was talking about him.

Or maybe both.

Luca was just about to elaborate when a flashing prompt abruptly appeared before them.

Ding!

"Host! I have an urgent report from your brother!"

Now that had the dungeon owner halting everything.

"My brother?"

"Host! According to your brother, the mecha prototype has been burnt!"

"..."

"!"

"What? Burnt?!"

At this, the little system elaborated a little too much.

"TOASTED."

"CHARRED."

"THOROUGHLY COOKED."

D-29 sounded increasingly dramatic with every update.

Naturally, Xavier’s expression immediately sharpened.

"Did the workshop burn down?"

"No, Permanent Benefactor!" D-29 replied at once.

"There are no signs of fire, chemical or biological terrorism, structural damage, explosions, instability, other emergencies, or upcoming threats!"

"Huh?"

"Then if so, what happened?"

"The mecha prototype appears black."

"..."

"..."

That was it?

D-29 flashed another prompt.

"VERY BLACK."

"Oh no!"

Luca immediately reacted.

Then, just as Xavier somewhat expected, the first major thing out of his mouth wasn’t concern for the mecha.

"What about my brother?"

The dungeon owner looked genuinely worried and would’ve immediately rushed back had he not heard that there were no signs of danger.

"Is my brother okay?"

"Yes, Host!"

D-29 responded immediately.

Even now, there are no abnormal readings within the workshop and no signs of emotional collapse exceeding acceptable parameters! Furthermore, his handler has successfully extracted him from the workshop, and he is currently undergoing psychological recovery with a milkshake!

The system paused.

Then helpfully added:

Because, in truth, eager wasn’t quite the right word. Instead, desperate would have been far more accurate.

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