The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 824

Chapter 824: A Different Kind of Treasure

Thankfully, however, there were some fortunate individuals who were only after the playsets and had left the plushie market alone. While that didn’t guarantee success for everyone else, with scarcity looming so visibly, every available piece mattered. Especially when there were people in the competition who were capable of earning golden tickets daily.

Like one Imperial Crown Prince.

The same Crown Prince who happened to be the eternally lucky recipient of his wife’s prototype plushie.

Yes. A prototype.

One that had been made by Luca’s own hands, to the shock of everyone who learned about it.

Xavier could still remember the way his little wife spoke about sewing, almost casually. Luca had said it was something he was passable at. Necessary, even.

Growing up without much meant that clothes had to last. Buttons had to be reattached. Seams had to be mended. Torn pockets repaired.

There was no throwing things away simply because they were damaged because even in the worst-case scenario they could still be used as rags for his cabin.

Luca had once said that there came a point when he stopped needing clothes altogether, but until then, he had learned how to make things last.

"They didn’t look pretty but at least there weren’t any holes!" The little chipmunk said it with a grin that nearly had Xavier spiraling.

Luca didn’t seem all that bothered by it. But the angry husband was really just a tap away from wanting to exercise Imperial authority over a planet they hadn’t even found yet.

However, his anger melted because he didn’t expect to see proof of his wife’s ability placed gently into his hands.

The very first plushie Luca had ever worked on was unmistakably handmade. The proportions were a little off, with a head slightly too large for its body. Instead of embroidered eyes, two buttons had been sewn on. They weren’t even the same shade, but they were securely fastened, stitched with care. The stitches were visible if one looked closely, neat but clearly done by hand.

The clothes were simple. A plain top. Basic trousers. No layered fabrics. No fine trim. Nothing ornate. Just enough to be clothing.

And yet.

It was still undeniably Luca.

The stunned Crown Prince stared at the small version of his wife, his mind struggling to catch up. The way the hair had been shaped. The tiny mouth stitched into a familiar expression. The overall earnestness of it all.

It was deeply embarrassing. A man who faced battlefields without flinching and had been raised to command authority should not have trembling hands, yet they shook when Xavier first held the prototype.

He cleared his throat, then looked up at Luca.

"Do you have any use for this?" he asked carefully.

Luca blinked, then tilted his head. He considered the question with genuine thought before answering honestly. "Not really. I made it so D-64 and Aunt Cece would have a prototype to work from."

The answer was innocent. Matter of fact.

Which was why Luca was completely unprepared for Xavier’s next words.

"Then," Xavier said slowly, still holding the plushie, "if it is alright with you, may I have this?"

"Huh? What?!" Luca froze. His face flushed instantly. "This one? Wait, if you are keeping it, wouldn’t the finished version be better?"

Xavier shook his head.

"To me, this is already finished," he said quietly.

He reached out and gently took Luca’s fingers. The same fingers that had stitched the seams, sewed on the buttons and shaped the small body with care and time.

"This is something you worked on. Something you made with your own hands."

Luca’s face turned bright red.

"O-okay!" he blurted out. "Y-you can have it!"

Xavier smiled.

What he did not expect was what came next.

Only a few days later, Luca came barreling toward him, visibly flustered and moving far too fast. Xavier caught him by the shoulders immediately.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Xavier asked, pressing a hand to Luca’s forehead.

"I-I’m fine!" Luca insisted far too quickly.

Xavier raised an eyebrow. The denial only made him more suspicious.

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