The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 495

Chapter 495: The Brats

But to continue to be good in that department, the Imperial Crown Prince must ensure the required body parts stay attached to him.

And that means dealing with this shit storm.

However, to the surprise of the problem-solving prince, before he could even take the first step toward damage control, his terminal chimed—not just any call. A priority call. One that could not be ignored.

He sighed, shoulders squaring as though stepping onto a battlefield.

Haaa...Here we go...

Father," Xavier answered, voice level, "you called?"

Silence greeted him at first. The kind of silence that meant someone was struggling not to flip a table in a room full of witnesses.

On the other end, the Emperor—his father—was clearly deciding whether to be Emperor or Father first.

Unfortunately, indecision was still a decision, and his son was not the sort to let the silence stretch.

"If this is about the Orc King," Xavier began smoothly, "please have them decline his proposal as courteously as possible. His conditions are...impossible to meet."

And even if there was a way to fulfill it, he wouldn’t even attempt such a feat, not when he had Luca to think about.

He was certain, thought the prince as he maintained the spiritual barrier around his sleeping wife.

Another silence. But then—

"I didn’t even have to."

That brought Xavier up short.

"Huh?"

The Emperor’s voice came low, heavy with a mixture of disbelief and suppressed exasperation.

"Because, when we got there, apparently, your sister ’took care of it.’"

Xavier blinked. "...Excuse me?"

"Even now, we’re not sure what possessed her, but when none of the trained soldiers and diplomats could resolve it, your sister exhausted herself ensuring the entire ordeal was cut off before it could escalate."

He dragged a hand across his face, his tone gaining momentum now that the dam had cracked.

"But what I want to know is why she was that adamant. Because when asked? The normally honest little girl would curl up like a ball to roll away, refusing to tell anyone about her reasons."

Xavier remained perfectly silent, perfectly calm—a fact that only seemed to infuriate the Emperor further.

"Do you know how she did it?"

"I saw the footage afterward. It seems she used up every ounce of courage she had for the entire year."

The Emperor let out a long-suffering sigh that no doubt rattled the gilded paneling of his office.

"I’m sending you the recording. Xavier—"

The Emperor’s voice sharpened, parental worry turning to a frustrated growl.

"—You’d better have an acceptable explanation for this. Or so help me, you won’t be seeing daylight for a long time."

"I understand, Father," Xavier said simply. "And I do. I’ll inform you when the time is right."

That earned him a strangled sound of utter paternal disbelief. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"The right time? You’d better rush to it, boy. I’ve tolerated your methods so far, but your mother? Not so much. Not when she’s now suspicious that your sister knows something she shouldn’t. Your mother is only being lenient because she realizes that whatever stunt you’re pulling is what’s kept you and your uncle alive this long. But even she has limits. And as for your sister? Fix her mood. She’s insisting on going to Planet Nova."

"Have Lord Killian escort her, Father," Xavier replied blandly.

"Killian? What does he have to do with this?"

"He would be the best fit for this."

A long pause.

"...And that’s all you’ll say?"

Xavier offered the faintest ghost of a smile, though his tone stayed neutral.

"This is currently the best way."

"You’re impossible!" the Emperor finally roared. "Bold as brass and twice as infuriating! Do you ever—"

Xavier cut him off, still calm.

"I apologize, Father. But please, tell Mother I wish her good health as well. We’ll see you at the Guild Expo."

"We?"

"Yes. We."

"...This child! I swear you’re going to be the death of me!"

"I wish you a very long and healthy reign, Father."

And with that, the call ended.

The Emperor sat in stunned silence, staring at the now-dark terminal.

"...This boy."

"Frustrated?" came a cool voice. The Empress, who’d been standing there all along, glided forward, expression faintly amused as she reviewed a dossier.

"You don’t know the half of it," he grumbled. "Is it karma? I wasn’t this bold when I was his age, was I?"

"Surely you jest?" chuckled the amused Empress.

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