The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 885

Chapter 885: A Pit Dug by Good Intentions

Elior sounded like a man on his deathbed, but he still managed to squeak out a protest.

"Your Highness," he said weakly, "he really isn’t my partner."

"Oh," Princess Kira replied softly. "So it has reached the stage of distancing. While I understand, perhaps it would be wise to clarify things later so the two of you don’t misunderstand each other further."

She nodded to herself, clearly satisfied with that conclusion.

Only, she didn’t expect the frail beauty to suddenly speak again.

"No," Elior said, something sharp twisting painfully in his chest. "It has reached the stage of misunderstanding."

She hummed in response, entirely unconvinced.

Elior’s hands trembled. His vision swam. Every time he thought he had finally explained himself, the misunderstanding somehow grew worse. More elaborate. More tragic.

This was no longer a hole.

This was a pit.

And he was tumbling deeper with every word.

This was probably karma.

He was likely paying for all the time he had lied about his identity.

Strangely enough, thinking like that changed something in him. She was saying things he needed to hear, but just so happened to be saying them for a totally different reason.

But nonetheless, she was right.

He definitely needed to clarify things.

He didn’t want resentment to further grow from this absurd misunderstanding.

Because what if one day they finally managed to mend everything, and she looked back on this memory?

Would he not be murdered on the spot?

Worse, would she not feel disappointed about his inability to protect her, even from herself?

"I swear," Elior said, his voice rising despite his efforts to control it. "There really is nothing between us. In fact, it is utterly impossible."

Princess Kira looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for the rest.

But unbeknownst to her, he’d already snapped.

"I already have someone!" Elior blurted out, his voice carrying far more strength than he intended. "I have already given my heart away. Completely. And it is impossible to get it back!"

The words rang out with startling intensity.

So loudly, in fact, that even the person currently spinning the wheel froze mid-motion. The much-anticipated wheel let out a sharp beep of protest as it continued to spin, momentarily forgotten.

Tck.

Tck.

Tck.

Tck.

Tck.

Conversations faltered.

Laughter died.

Every head slowly turned.

"..."

"..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The silence that followed was absolute.

One could, without exaggeration, hear a pin drop despite the sheer size of the gathered crowd.

Then, finally, the silence was broken by the Orcish Princess’s delayed gasp.

"Oh."

It was soft. Real. And very much the sound of someone realizing they had missed something important.

No wonder the sickly beauty had been so adamant.

Despite looking like a strong breeze might carry him away, he had defended his love with astonishing fervor. His voice had shaken, his body had looked unwell, but his eyes had been different. Bright. Focused. Burning with something unmistakable.

Passion.

Beautiful, really.

It was a shame Ada was not right beside her to note it all down. Then again, D-29 was probably somewhere nearby, right?

But as Princess Kira lingered on that thought, a much larger problem suddenly crashed into her awareness.

She might have created a misunderstanding.

"!!!"

She had insisted too strongly, relying far too much on her initial impression based on scent. But now, with the sharp and enticing smell of the man’s blood lingering in the air, it was painfully obvious that he was not bonded to his aide at all.

The panic hit her instantly.

What would she do if she were in his position? What if that man’s beloved ended up with the wrong idea because of her?

What if Bunbun ever thought she was in a relationship with Ada because someone else kept on insisting on it?

Unthinkable.

Absolutely unthinkable.

Realizing she might have hurt both the sickly beauty and the person he loved, Princess Kira straightened and took responsibility without hesitation.

"I apologize," she said sincerely, placing a hand over her chest. "I was wrong to assume. I spoke carelessly and caused distress. That is on me."

Elior blinked, caught off guard.

"I will personally attend to this matter," she continued firmly. "I will help clarify the misunderstanding and ensure it doesn’t cause further harm."

She paused, then added with determination, "If possible, I would also like to meet your beloved and explain myself properly. I accused you wrongly and mistook your aide for something he’s not."

"How could I even assume you were in a relationship with the aide who wasn’t derailed by emotions, but was instead crippled by his questionable sense of urgency!"

Her gaze flicked toward Rahil.

Rahil nearly choked.

Wait.

Excuse him?

If anyone needed to be criticized for a lack of urgency, it was absolutely not him. He had been born urgent. He had lived urgently. He had begged, prodded, pushed, and dragged his master off that perch with heroic effort.

If his magnanimous self had not insisted on dragging out the Prince who was waiting and pining like a decorative statue, none of this would have happened.

None.

Nope.

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