The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 875

Chapter 875: Beyond the Barrier

While the rest of the group was experiencing nothing more than a gentle relaxation and widening of their spiritual pathways, two corporeal individuals were dealing with something far more involved.

In the case of one prince, he was experiencing what Luca had very lightly referred to as "scattering."

Now, to most people, scattering implied dispersing. Drifting apart. Bits going in different directions.

Unfortunately for him, this was not that.

For Xavier, it felt closer to intense magnetism. From everywhere. Pulling, tugging, insisting, as if the water itself had developed opinions about where every part of him should belong.

He had felt hints of it while they were traveling. A strange resistance. A faint sense of being stretched thin. But the moment they entered the clear waters, Xavier was almost certain he saw his life flash before his eyes.

In fairness to Luca, he had warned him.

Very specifically, too.

Unlike his normal warnings, Luca seemed to be very direct this time around. This time, his wife had been clear: do not try this in the concentrated spiritual water lake.

At the time, Xavier had thought it odd. But then he remembered.

The prince who was once asked about his pain tolerance by the same little chipmunk remembered how he nearly died right after promising to take responsibility.

Had his tolerance been even slightly lower, they would have held the record for the shortest marriage in Imperial history.

What hours? It would have been mere minutes. And it wouldn’t have been an assination but a willing prince who actually agreed to it.

Everything would have ended before it began. Worse, he could have pulled Luca with him because at that time, they were already tied together.

Xavier shook his head and tried to focus. He anchored the warning firmly into his mind. Never. Ever. Enter the lake in this form.

As they continued deeper, thankfully without the inconvenience of breathing, the pull only intensified. The pressure grew stranger. Less painful and more insistent, as though something unseen was trying to split him up so he would stay.

His fingers tightened around Luca’s hand. It wasn’t as if they could truly touch flesh, but the contact was still comforting, grounding him as their spiritual pathways remained linked while everything else tugged at him.

Then his grip tightened further.

This time, Xavier pulled sharply, panic slipping through his composure as a sense of wrongness settled in his chest. Something was pulling him back. Hard.

Luca turned at once, worry flickering across his face before recognition dawned.

Oh.

The prince didn’t need to hear anything but his wife’s expression showed familiarity.

Xavier felt it then. The unmistakable sensation of being called back. His eyes widened because wait. Why was that happening?

Moreover, how could he stop it?

Luca moved closer without letting go, lifting his free hand to cradle Xavier’s head before gently resting their foreheads together.

The pull surged and it felt as if the contact with his wife was the only thing keeping him there.

But instead of panicking like him, Luca simply smiled.

It was small. Reassuring. The kind of smile that said everything was exactly as it should be.

’It’s alright,’ came the thought, warm and steady, settling directly into Xavier’s mind. ’It just means you’re heading back.’

Xavier frowned, heart racing.

’Don’t fight it,’ Luca added gently.

The prince swallowed and forced himself to loosen his grip, though instinct screamed at him to do the opposite.

’What about you?’ he pushed back, the question sharp with concern.

Luca’s smile didn’t waver.

’I’ll return soon too,’ he answered easily. ’I just want to check what we came to see. Then I’ll come back. Just like you.’

Xavier reached out, alarm flaring.

He wanted to tell Luca to come with him. Now. Together. They could look later. They could do this properly next time. Now that they already knew where to look, they could return safely.

But before the words could form, and before he could come to terms with the fact that he didn’t even make it to the destination to protect his wife, the world went dark.

Everything vanished.

And when Xavier woke up, breath rushing back into his lungs, one overwhelming emotion surfaced first.

Annoyance.

Deep, sharp, thoroughly offended annoyance.

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