The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Caught Red-Handed

It was a splendid day in the space, as usual.

The three elders were diligently tending to their chores when a sudden wailing and release of energy almost detached their fragile bones.

For a moment, they thought someone had died, and maybe they weren’t that off the mark.

Right now, five young men were kneeling on the ground with their arms raised, while one Duke had been forced to rest on a creaky couch with an icepack on his forehead.

But why?

It was unfortunate to be caught very red-handed, especially when it was so red that one must’ve been painted with solid evidence.

Luca, who was as red as their best tomatoes, evidenced that.

Jax was very curious as to why the Captain wasn’t even saying anything and just kneeled first. Actually, none of them were supposed to be kneeling, as the Duke didn’t really ask for it.

But all of a sudden, their Captain decided to do just that.

And the others who weren’t sure of what to do in front of the suddenly ailing Duke just followed suit.

This time, Xavier was willing to kneel for probably the entire day if needed because, this time, it was his pot that he had to carry.

A first, given everything that had happened.

It’s just that maybe it wasn’t right to kneel because the chipmunk followed dazedly. And now even the shorty had to kneel on the solid ground.

Xavier couldn’t even blame the Duke for reacting like that; they weren’t exactly decent when he arrived. But it wasn’t as bad as before they got close enough to be heard.

And that’s saying a lot because the Duke would’ve ended up far worse had he gotten there a few seconds earlier.

Luca never thought guiding could be like that. If he ignored everything else, which was challenging in itself, then he’d say it felt like he could get drunk on it.

While he’d never tried alcohol, he’d seen drunk people in shows, and he felt similar.

The little chipmunk was insanely wobbly after that testing session. While he wasn’t sure if they had high enough compatibility due to the lack of comparison, he didn’t feel much resistance from Xavier.

All he just needed to do was to remember to guide actively.

He kept on forgetting because so many things were happening all at once, and Xavier hadn’t taught him how to breathe through it.

Even now, the little chipmunk wondered how Xavier could hold it all in. And thought that if he could just learn to do the same, then he’d be able to get that much pure energy.

And it was really pure.

Luca wasn’t sure why his core readily accepted the energy from Xavier, but it did. And it seems like it’s because this energy had already been appropriated.

There was no need to assimilate the energy he got from the Crown Prince.

That energy didn’t have to be circulated once it was ingested or pulled, unlike what happens when using spiritual fruits or the energy in his space.

It felt like instant gratification.

And Luca was almost addicted.

Was this why everyone wanted to have their own bonded partner?

But what about Xavier?

Luca wasn’t sure if he had sucked out everything from Xavier and kept eyeing him the moment he woke up from being too dazed.

Xavier noticed how Luca was making eyes at him but by now realized that he’d just better ask later.

For interpreting it now with his own assumptions would just make him think that Luca was infatuated with him.

Which would be a lie, well, in part.

Because it was rather obvious how the little chipmunk was addicted to guiding him.

And it didn’t help that it was very difficult to resist him once the little dragon got his grubby hands out.

In fact, by the time he realized what was happening, Xavier had to abandon his plans to educate Luca about marital activities.

What would likely be needed was a lesson on self-control.

It was a bloodbath, as the elders were suddenly surrounded by young bloods who weren’t too concerned about respecting the not-so-elderly.

And by the time they finished dinner, Steward Han had really thought about taking up combat training.

There was no way it could go on like this.

Not when it was impossible to eat well with all those extra strong hands.

And especially not once their Lords proceeded with their newly hatched plan.

What would he, a regular logistics personnel, do against the duchy’s army?

Obviously, he needed training.

For they were soon planning to find a way to divert everyone’s attention.

It’s just that they obviously had to get the Duke away from his son.

"Your Grace, the staff had sent us a message about the gate closing for the third time." Reminded Butler Gary, who really understood the Duke’s desire to just stay here.

"Now, we understand that you don’t want to leave yet, but the students need to go back to their dorms, or they will miss curfew. And the Young Lord may lose points for being late!"

That worked.

Obviously, the Butler should’ve started with that. But even he was being considerate of the Duke and his son, who hadn’t seen each other for more than a decade.

"Son, please promise to contact this father of yours. It’s okay if it’s not every hour, but every day would do. I could survive on that!"

"Yes, Papa!" Nodded the shy heir, who had never encountered someone asking to be updated like that.

So that is what it was like to have a father, huh?

Would his mother also be like this?

Maybe so, but that will have to wait until after she’s done hacking her way out of this new zone that just opened so she can finally find her way back to her waiting family.