The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 940

Chapter 940: The Dungeon Revelation

Prince Elior did as he was told.

He extended his pinky like the rest of them, gallantly and without revealing the sheer level of confusion he felt over a decisive pact he had never even heard of. But he did it anyway.

And maybe he did it a little too well, because moments later, he found himself with the poor appendage still sticking out stiffly as the world around them blurred.

They disappeared.

And reappeared.

Elsewhere.

As in, very elsewhere.

It didn’t have the same roof. Not even the same sky. Clearly, they were no longer within the bounds of the Expo Hall or anywhere near DG’s booth.

Even if he were uncultured or painfully insensitive, he was certain that they couldn’t possibly be in the same place as before.

Well.

There was also the possibility that he had died and ascended to heaven.

That remained a very viable option, especially as his eyes kept looking around.

Elior was so jumpy that when his beloved placed a steady hand on his shoulder to ask if he was alright, he nearly took flight.

"!!!"

To his credit, though he toppled sideways and clutched at his chest, he didn’t immediately pass out the way Rahil had when Luca first welcomed them to this place called the Dungeon Space.

Then again, if he were to be praised for something, it would be for managing to survive at least until Luca presented their allegedly modest Lumen crystal farm with a hiccupping "Ta-da!"

By then, Elior’s eyes were already twitching uncontrollably as they were guided deeper into what appeared to be a laboratory. Ada carried Rahil over like a rag doll without so much as a change in expression, while the rest seemed comfortable enough with where they were going.

Clearly, they were the only newcomers in all of this.

Even his fiancée looked like she knew exactly what was going on, and even more unbelievably, a certain blonde was casually enjoying snacks on the go while Elior palpitated all the way!

When they finally got into that place that looked very much like a lab, the Elven Prince immediately fixated on a towering glass beaker filled with shimmering solution, suddenly aware that it had to be the crystal farm they were referring to.

Wow.

Honestly, that surprised him as someone who had been holding on to the seed that hadn’t really shown signs of growth since he received it.

They really weren’t kidding when they said they’d grown something out of it!

But just when he was about to approach it with shaky hands, Luca blinked, tilted his head, and said, "Oh. Sorry, it’s actually behind you. Please turn around."

Elior did just as the cadet pressed a button.

A section of the wall slid open with a soft hum, revealing a massive glass chamber beyond.

He could have rubbed his eyes blind at that point.

Because what he saw wasn’t just a room.

It had to be a cathedral of crystal.

Floor to ceiling, the chamber was lined with clusters of Lumen crystals. Some were embedded into the walls like veins of captured starlight. Others rose from the center in branching formations, their facets catching and refracting every glimmer of light. The entire room shimmered in gradients of pale gold, opalescent white, and faint azure.

Light didn’t simply illuminate the space.

It lived there.

Prince Elior really couldn’t help but feel like he was hallucinating when he even heard Luca say, "Auntie Cece is in the process of replacing the supersaturated solution so we could see the crystals like this for the time being. But on most days, this would usually be submerged! I guess we’re really lucky today!"

Prince Elior honestly just gawked at the golden-eyed heir who was wrapped in the Imperial Crown Prince’s embrace.

Luca stood there, earnestly pointing out one feature after another, explaining adjustments and minor optimizations as though he were presenting a slightly upgraded machine instead of something that could overturn elven history and economy.

But honestly, Elior had only managed to process one sentence.

"As of now, we’ve only harvested a little," Luca was saying. "We’re still trying to figure out how to improve the growth rate."

Improve?

Elior’s eye twitched.

Improve this?

He resisted the urge to fling both arms wide and gesture dramatically at the glittering chamber before him. This already rivaled the elven treasury.

No.

If he were being completely honest, it might have surpassed it. It had been years since he’d properly stepped into the main vault. Who even knew what was left in there anymore? If Eren used it to amass wealth and power, then he wouldn’t be surprised to see just enough to last this generation.

He finally managed to swallow and speak.

"How," Prince Elior asked faintly, "are you even growing this?"

Luca blinked at him.

"Oh! With spiritual water and the lumen solute!" he answered brightly, as if that explained everything.

"Spiritual water?" Elior repeated weakly.

His mind immediately began recalling the ancient tale of spiritual water. While it was certainly real, with how rare it was, it might as well be considered a myth!

"Just how much spiritual water would be needed to grow something this big?!" he demanded, voice rising despite himself.

Luca tilted his head.

"Well... about a tank."

"Sorry... what?"

"As in a water tank."

"A TANK?!"

"Yeah! About thiiiiis much!"

Luca moved away from Xavier’s embrace, stepping closer to the glass wall and spreading his hand against it, outlining a sizable section with enthusiastic gestures while everyone else leaned in, listening intently as if this were a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Elior followed the movement of Luca’s hand.

Followed the marked height.

Followed the shimmering layers of luminous crystal growth embedded within the transparent chamber like frozen starlight stacked upon itself.

As Elior, Prince of the Lumirian Elves, took in the full sight of the chamber and the casual way Luca described tank-sized quantities of spiritual water, he slowly expelled every last bit of air from his lungs.

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