The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200: A Leisurely Stroll

Initially, the younger ones had been reluctant to leave after figuring there were still things left to do.

Fortunately, the more experienced officials had long since learned that the easiest way to shoo them away was to give them yet another task.

In this case, that task involved bringing the confiscated incense burner over to the Elders for examination, together with Luca, who genuinely needed another checkup but stubbornly refused to separate from everyone else.

Sure enough, they eventually relented.

The members of DG had always taken their leader’s safety seriously, especially because Luca’s definition of being "fine" had never exactly aligned with everyone else’s.

He had an absurdly high tolerance for just about everything.

Everything except spending money.

Asking Luca how he felt rarely painted an accurate picture because the very same condition he casually dismissed as "fine" would’ve sent almost anyone else straight into a coma.

That was precisely why they wanted the Elders to examine him again. Maybe even thrice more for good measure.

They’d already managed to give him a quick checkup earlier, right after Xavier had nearly suffered a heart attack upon discovering exactly what his beloved had decided to emulate. But given the Guide’s track record, coupled with how everyone had been forced to rush the examination for fear that the ability might leave lasting effects on the master mechanics, another thorough checkup was more than warranted.

Sure, Luca had made reversing the effects of the twins’ bloodline ability look surprisingly easy, but the look on his face and the way his shoulders tensed every time he approached one of the dazed victims didn’t sit right with his intensely observant husband.

Despite how anticlimactic the whole process of freeing the victims appeared, Xavier couldn’t shake the suspicion that the lingering sensation was far more unpleasant than Luca let on. Yet even then, the only concerns his beloved ever voiced were those involving everyone else’s safety.

Truly, Xavier still didn’t know of anyone who deserved someone like Luca Kyros. If anything, he had a feeling he’d spend the rest of his life striving to become someone worthy of walking beside him.

Then again, if the day ever came when the wolfish prince stumbled or failed to keep pace with his ever-evolving partner, Xavier had little doubt his wife would stubbornly refuse to leave him behind, even if it meant carrying him on that slender back of his.

Geez.

Meeting this person must’ve used up every bit of luck he’d saved across all his lifetimes. Yet somehow, even after being fortunate enough to end up with Luca, Xavier still found himself wanting to do even more—not because his beloved expected it, but because letting him settle for anything less simply wouldn’t satisfy the admittedly selfish prince.

See, anyone privy to his thoughts—like the poor guardian mecha—would’ve already known that Xavier was hopelessly obsessed as it was, so how could his little chipmunk possibly think he could push him any further?

It was truly a cute sentiment, though.

But to be fair, who wouldn’t be hopelessly partial to Luca?

He was about as unique as a person could get and as beautiful as anyone could possibly be, even at his very worst.

Moreover, he clearly possessed more than enough power to achieve whatever he set his mind to, yet when handed another means of amassing even greater control—one capable of stripping away another person’s autonomy almost on a whim—wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.

Not that he was thinking of this because he was thoroughly surrounded by scum but realistically speaking, there were undoubtedly countless people who would’ve welcomed an opportunity like that, especially when it came packaged so conveniently.

Heck, if he himself encountered this problem but had never known Luca in this life, who was to say he wouldn’t have thought about how an ability like that could benefit his people?

He was certain he’d have justified it with good intentions, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he’d still have entertained the idea of keeping and using it.

Annoyingly enough, the universe wasn’t always particularly gentle to the kind ones.

As fortunate as that was for everyone except their enemies, Xavier couldn’t help but find the situation both unfair and deeply ironic.

Luca wanted absolutely nothing to do with that ability, and using it clearly came at a cost. Yet he still chose to shoulder that burden simply because he happened to be the only one capable of undoing what the twins had done.

It spared them from having to negotiate with the Aerun twins, who almost certainly would’ve used the situation as leverage—whether to sweep the incident under the rug or demand concessions in exchange for lifting the effects themselves.

Without Luca, there simply wasn’t another way to resolve the situation and keep the Empire from losing some sort of ground, especially when even their most advanced technology couldn’t detect, let alone undo, that kind of mental tampering.

Worse, even if the culprits themselves eventually declared the master mechanics free of their influence as part of a negotiated deal, that lingering uncertainty would’ve remained. Trust would’ve been shaken, and in the end, that alone would’ve been yet another blow to the Empire.

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