The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 898

Chapter 898: Words He Never Said

Hazy.

Everything felt absolutely hazy for one Elven Prince.

In fact, just moments ago, there hadn’t even been any haze. All that had been there was darkness.

And pain.

Yeah. There had been a lot of pain.

From the moment he felt like his body was splitting into two and he saw the look on everyone’s faces, an immense amount of pain flooded him. But whether it came from his body finally giving out or from his heart breaking for his beloved, he couldn’t be so sure.

The only thing he was certain of was his regret.

He had been so close to her.

So close.

And yet he hadn’t been able to say anything more.

Prince Elior tried to think. He tried to hold on to that fragile spark of consciousness, to figure out what he could have said or done that would have helped make things better.

If only he had managed to stay awake a little longer.

But the more he thought about it, the harder it became.

The small spark dimmed.

Slipped.

And he ventured into a slumber he never even asked for.

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But apparently, the answer to his lingering question wasn’t as difficult as he thought it would be.

Because, according to one screaming Princess, he could have said sorry.

In reality, what followed his collapse stood in stark contrast to the engulfing darkness swallowing the Elven Prince’s senses. Because chaos didn’t even begin to describe it.

Princess Kira, in particular, was mortified beyond belief.

She still remembered the exact moment he fell forward.

He was all too fragile. Too fragile even for the lightest of her touch. She had been so shocked that her normally agile body had locked up in pure terror the instant it happened. Her heart lurched violently as the man she had just been scolding crumpled in front of her.

She didn’t even know how she had managed to catch him.

One moment, he was standing there. Next, he was in her arms. Somehow, impossibly, she had moved before her mind even caught up.

Just a moment before his body could hit the ground.

Fortunately for her, she wouldn’t ever know what expression she had been wearing on her face.

She only knew that whatever it was, it had made Luca stare at her like that.

Then again, in her panic, she wouldn’t remember much at all.

She wouldn’t remember how she begged them for help even as everyone was already rushing to do exactly that. She wouldn’t remember how her voice broke, how her words tangled together into something desperate and incoherent.

What she did remember was Xavier using spiritual energy to gently but firmly escort her out of the room so Luca could concentrate.

Because Princess Kira had started screeching.

"This guy! Luca!" she cried, voice sharp with terror. "He can’t possibly die, right?!"

She sounded exactly like every loved one who had ever cornered a doctor in the middle of an emergency. Panicked. Grasping. Desperate for certainty that didn’t exist.

Only this time, she was screeching at a friend who was already trying his best.

But she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t even see beyond the thought of losing him or hear anything beyond her throbbing heart.

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