The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 945

Chapter 945: The Price of Sincerity

To say that Luca was pleasantly surprised would’ve been an understatement.

His polishing task was momentarily forgotten as he stared at Doyle with wide, shining eyes.

"F-fifty million Star Coins?" Luca repeated faintly.

Wow.

Not only had the "shiny uncle" given them helpful advice, but now he was handing over 50 million Star Coins as a donation?

Luca’s face bloomed like a sunflower in the morning light.

However, as if remembering his manners, he realized he should probably reject such a massive sum.

So, just as quickly as the flower had bloomed, it wilted. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Mister, that’s too much," Luca said, even though it physically hurt him to form the words. "We can’t possibly accept something like that..."

He truly meant it.

Even if his heart was crying for Star Coins.

But much to the little money-grubber’s surprise, Doyle straightened with trembling determination.

"It’s my apology and sincerity!" he insisted. "Please accept it!"

The golden-eyed cadet hesitated.

But Mister was really tenacious and practically begged Luca to take it, claiming it was the only way to prove his sincerity.

Finally, Luca gave in with a soft sigh.

"Well... if you put it that way," Luca said slowly, lashes fluttering. "How could I reject someone’s sincerity like that? Especially from a benefactor?"

Benefactor.

Doyle almost sobbed.

He didn’t want to be a benefactor. He just wanted to stay alive.

Still, as soon as the transfer confirmation chimed, he felt like he’d just paid ransom for his own life.

Doyle felt a momentary surge of relief. He just wanted to bolt away and hide from the world for the foreseeable future. But as he turned to make his escape after giving away his personal fortune, something small and fast flew straight into his open mouth.

"!!!"

It happened so fast he didn’t even have time to blink, let alone react.

Was he dying? Was this a delayed execution?

Poison?!

Doyle clutched at his throat, eyes wide with panic as he tried to cough it back up—

However, he stopped when he saw Luca’s shy, beaming smile. "Mister! It’s a small gift from us in exchange for your sincerity!"

A gift?

Gift?!

Doyle froze. Sure enough, he was going to die.

"By tomorrow, hopefully, your hair will start growing," Luca explained earnestly. "See, my Papa once said that because light easily heats heads without the protection of hair, there’s a tendency to overheat and get really hot-headed. So with this, hopefully you’ll be able to keep your cool better!"

"..."

"..."

"What?" Doyle choked out, his voice cracking from shock and horror.

He looked at the freshman, then at the crowd of master mechanics—half of whom were just as bald as he was.

However, much to his surprise, Luca didn’t cower.

Instead, he just blinked those long lashes as the entire hall fell into a stunned silence. The arguing masters stopped mid-sentence, everyone looking at each other’s shiny crowns with newfound intensity.

Honestly, it was the kind of silence that could’ve stayed unbroken.

But after who knows how long, finally, one extremely brave soul spoke up in a near whisper. "...Child, is it for sale?"

"!"

"!!"

The atmosphere shifted instantly. The hall erupted.

Doyle, the first test subject for Luca’s newest "toy," managed to escape thanks to the ensuing chaos as the crowd swarmed the boy, demanding information about the strange pill.

He stumbled out half-dazed, clutching his throat and his empty account balance.

He had lost face.

He had lost his fortune.

And considering today, he likely would lose the privileges to go back home.

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