The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193: No Click

As the debris from the suddenly destroyed wall gradually settled, the unexpected scene beyond finally came into view.

Hands that had absolutely no business coming anywhere near Luca were gripping the back of his head.

Their faces were only inches apart, and Luca’s expression was caught somewhere between shock and determination.

Xavier saw all of it.

Despite the room being filled with people shouting, struggling, and pulling one another apart, despite the wives of the master mechanics having turned the once orderly lounge into complete chaos, his attention narrowed until only one scene remained.

It felt as though something inside his ears had suddenly popped, and his legs nearly buckled beneath him.

Everything around him became strangely distant while his eyes remained fixed on his wife and the threat of losing what had since mattered to him the most.

For one agonizing moment, time itself seemed to stretch, granting him just enough clarity to understand exactly what he was looking at, but not enough to reach Luca before something irreversible happened.

Then that one whom he assumed was Lyrian smiled.

Not the pleasant or gentle kind, but the sort of malicious curl of the lips that made Xavier’s heart seize before dropping straight into his stomach.

No.

Not that.

Anything but that.

Then, as though his mind had chosen the absolute worst possible moment to dredge them up, memories came rushing in one after another.

Luca smiling at him. Those bright golden eyes instinctively searching for him across crowded rooms before always softening the moment they found his. Then, just as quickly, another image forced its way to the forefront.

The master mechanics.

Those hollow eyes. Those empty expressions that no longer carried the people they’d once belonged to.

Xavier felt the blood drain from his face.

He couldn’t accept that.

He couldn’t bear the thought of Luca ever looking at him with that same vacant gaze, stripped of the warmth, affection, and recognition that had always belonged to him.

"Luca!"

The Imperial Prince shot forward, driven by the single overwhelming instinct to tear those offending hands away from the person who meant everything to him before they could steal even one more thing.

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At that very same moment, in that very same room, someone else found himself staring at a scene so horrifying that every crisis he’d lived through before suddenly seemed laughably insignificant by comparison.

Killian’s soul lurched.

Not just his gut.

Not just his heart.

The instant he saw that familiar redhead using both hands to cradle the head of the demon who just had to be Cyrion of all people, Killian could’ve sworn something deep inside him physically shook.

Then just as he thought that had been bad, Jax pulled the Aerun even closer.

"!!!"

Hah!

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