The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 890

Chapter 890: A Negative Result

First up was House Kyros’ resident physician, Doctor Philip.

With his long list of accolades and work experience that stretched far beyond the number of years most of them had even been alive, Theo felt that this was definitely a bigger gun.

The young, equally determined cadet had managed to rope the doctor in after returning to Princess Kira and consulting with Kyle, who then forwarded the issue to both Luca and Xavier.

The two had already been awake for some time. Unfortunately, because they woke up late, they had been forced to play catch-up and prepare for their afternoon classes instead of immediately rushing to the booth.

Even so, Luca had been worried the moment he heard Theo’s report.

It sounded dire.

And as someone who had once been a young boy subjected to repeated testing with no clear answers, Luca knew exactly what it felt like to keep being examined, only for everyone involved to walk away unable to determine what was wrong.

It was disheartening.

And more than that, it was alarming.

But before Luca could even ask Xavier whether there were safe ways they could help, especially given what they had recently discovered, the little chipmunk found himself stunned when his husband spoke up first.

"If you want to help him, then you should do it."

Luca looked up so fast he nearly startled himself.

"!"

"Would that be alright?" Luca asked hesitantly, voice a little too earnest.

"I really want to help him... but I don’t want to put everyone else in jeopardy because I was hasty."

No one had ever really stopped Luca when he set his mind on something.

At most, even during his more questionable creative endeavors, D-29 and Sid would only offer extremely compelling suggestions that gently nudged the budding yet wildly eccentric artist toward alternative choices. Even in such desperate moments, he still had the ability to decide.

It was like that for other things. He had always been given free rein. Support had never been in short supply. Even when his plans involved methods that sounded, at best, deeply dubious, he would still be encouraged to explore them.

The little explorer definitely appreciated it.

But as they went more public and drew more people into their endeavors, he had learned there were so many things to consider when making decisions.

The larger the scope, the more things to look into.

No wonder Lord Killian always warned about people who were simply too vocal about wanting to lead.

Because actual leaders who were worth their salt were more than aware that leadership tended to be a thankless job.

It was easy to want authority for the power the title carried. But the title itself demanded its weight in blood.

To lead properly, only someone slightly unhinged would even want the job. After all, who would willingly desire to carry the mental load of an Empire?

Luca glanced at his husband.

Xavier was doing exactly that.

He had always been in awe of how Xavier bore it all, and even more amazed by the support he never failed to offer despite everything already weighing on his shoulders.

But the devoted husband, who also happened to be the Imperial Crown Prince, actually reveled in it.

It wasn’t that he disliked leadership. Nor was he lacking in the required skills to succeed.

The work was tedious, as expected. But somewhere along the way, he began to find greater meaning in everything he did because it could support his wife.

It was the trade-off he was willing to take. Therefore, considering it was such a thankless job, what would be the point of his position if he could serve everyone but his most important person?

Especially when that person was practically a saint whose desires were painfully simple: survive, be happy, and help where he could.

__ 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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