The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 825

Chapter 825: Public Display

But in truth, it wasn’t only the guests who reacted to Xavier’s supposedly quiet entrance.

He didn’t even make much of a sound at all. With the Activity Center buzzing with movement, voices overlapping, machines chiming, and tickets spilling everywhere, no one should have noticed him immediately. And yet competition had reached a point where everyone was watching everyone else. People needed to know who was earning tickets, who was changing machines, and who was suddenly gaining momentum.

Eyes were sharp. Attention was sharper.

Still, Luca noticed him even with his back turned away from the entrance.

He always did.

But he hadn’t even turned around yet when Princess Kira suddenly elbowed him in the side. She likely meant it as a gentle nudge, but coming from someone built like a compressed tank, it nearly sent him stumbling.

"Princess Kira?" Luca squeaked, catching himself.

He almost fell anyway.

Not because of the elbow.

But because he understood why she was vibrating with excitement.

Walking toward them was a living piece of art.

He was in uniform, just like the rest of them.

Clean lines. Dark fabric. Gold accents catching the light with every step. His coat sat perfectly on his broad shoulders, tailored in a way that emphasized his height and build without looking ostentatious.

Really, they were wearing the same things and yet he always seemed to look better in the same clothes.

But it wasn’t that which gripped his attention but the realization that the man’s white hair, usually worn loose, had been tied back into a high ponytail, exposing his neck and jaw in a way that made Luca’s brain short-circuit.

It highlighted everything.

The sharp line of his jaw. The calm confidence in his stride and the way his hair followed as if listening to a command stood out. The composed expression that somehow made him look even more dangerous while doing absolutely nothing.

Luca felt his knees weaken.

And then he saw it.

Nestled securely inside the front pocket of Xavier’s uniform, just visible enough to be unmistakable, was a small plushie.

Black unruly hair, familiar golden eyes.

His plushie.

Its little head peeked out as if observing the world with quiet curiosity, big eyes stitched carefully, tiny hands resting against the edge of the pocket.

Luca froze.

Princess Kira made a strangled sound beside him.

"He’s wearing it? Is that how it’s supposed to be used?!" she whispered, eyes blazing with a frightening level of seriousness. "He’s actually wearing it in public."

Luca’s face went bright red.

Xavier walked closer, completely unbothered by the sudden spike in attention, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. People stared. Some gasped. Others pointed. A few nearly tripped over themselves.

Princess Kira leaned closer, voice low and intense. "I also want to be carried around."

Her expression said this was not a joke.

Luca made a small, helpless noise and covered his face with both hands.

He suddenly realized something horrifying.

He had put Xavier’s plushie in his pocket.

He should have worn it.

He absolutely should have worn it out just like that.

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Thankfully, Luca didn’t have the time to fully combust from embarrassment.

Because a certain father and a tiny imperial princess came charging toward them at such terrifying speed that one might have assumed they had installed propellers somewhere along the way.

They moved fast.

And yet it felt entirely justified.

After all, how could they not run when they had just witnessed something so utterly unthinkable?

Duke Leander barely registered the formal greeting before his soul nearly left his body.

"Good afternoon, Your Imperial Highness," Xavier said calmly, inclining his head toward Princess Nina before turning to Leander. "Good afternoon, Your Grace."

Leander opened his mouth.

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