The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 906

Chapter 906: Borrowed Time

Princess Kira was afloat.

Not literally, but in a metaphysical way that even had her toes curling in disbelief.

She had been like that for nearly half an hour after officially going through a rite of passage.

Her first kiss.

And honestly, who could blame her when even D-29—who had references upon references—thought it was a cinematic masterpiece.

She could still remember the moment everything stilled.

The world seemed to pause in the exact second he leaned in. Not with the bravado of someone who knew exactly what he was doing, but with the earnest desire of someone who had thought about this moment far too many times but still couldn’t quite believe it was happening even as their lips touched.

It was soft. Unexpected. Perfect in a way that made her heart forget how to beat for a brief, terrifying moment. The kind of kiss that people probably tried to write about.

Suddenly, she understood all those complaints about kissing scenes feeling inadequately described. Because what kind of words would she personally use to illustrate the rush that swept through her body?

From her lips down to her toes, she felt electrified.

By the time they pulled apart, the Princess realized she had forgotten to breathe.

Her lungs burned. Her cheeks were on fire. Her head felt light, like she might actually float away if she weren’t careful. It took her a full second to remember where she was and another full second to remember how to stand.

And even now, she was still stuck in the moment as she brought a finger to her lips.

She knew they were discussing extremely grating topics. In fact, she now had a face for the bastard who almost ruined her life. But with something performing undignified little sprints in her chest, it was really difficult to concentrate.

Haaaay!

Apparently, her Bunbun had it in him. He may have been a little timid and needed to learn more about self-love, but he most definitely had it in him.

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A certain aide would have choked at the thought of his boss being labeled timid, but unfortunately for him, he was far too busy buying time before they had to return to follow the official schedule.

Rahil didn’t actually want to interrupt the very fruitful and long-overdue conversation.

He, too, wanted to continue ranting about the kind of bullshit they had experienced and endured since Prince Eren went off the rails. The words had been flowing freely for a while now, and Rahil wasn’t eager to be the one to dam the flood.

While Rahil had started to answer questions pertinent to the Prince’s condition, he was fully aware that these people deserved more than just selective responses. They deserved the truth. After everything they had done—after making this reunion even possible—the very least they could be given was an honest explanation.

Normally, he would have kept quiet for the sake of safety and survival. But after learning about the parasite that could have killed them all, the elven aide found that silence simply wasn’t an option anymore.

Heck, the world deserved to know.

"It’s an extremely delayed greeting, but still, I’d like to properly introduce myself," Elior began, his voice calm but firm. "I am Elior Severin Aetheryon, deposed Crown Prince of the Lumirian Elves."

Rahil actually got chills.

Hearing those words aloud—hearing his boss say them in front of others—felt like the first crack in the massive wall they had built to keep everything inside. But it was also the first step forward. The only step that mattered now.

And when Elior went on to talk about his bloodline ability, about the kind of fortune it brought and the curse that came with it, Rahil knew there really was no going back.

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