The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 972

Chapter 972: The Spring Roll Incident

Stunning.

Yes. Most definitely beautiful.

But there were many kinds of beauty. However, Luca?

He embodied the kind of beauty that would cause someone—several someones, actually—to stop, stare, and stutter.

The golden-eyed cadet looked almost unreal in his ceremonial attire.

Practically ethereal.

In contrast to the strong and intimidating lines adorning the much taller cadets, Luca looked like the personification of grace.

Layers of pristine white fabric draped over his frame in an elegant cascade. The design was structured yet fluid, like folded wings caught mid-motion. An asymmetrical cloak fell from his shoulders in soft pleats, one side flowing longer than the other before tapering into a narrow train behind him. The material caught the light in faint ripples, giving the impression of something that was both delicate and ceremonial.

Beneath the cloak, the silhouette sharpened.

A fitted black undersuit traced the lines of his slender figure, the dark fabric contrasting sharply with the pale layers above. The trousers were tailored and sleek, tucked neatly into high black boots whose polished surfaces reflected faint glints of light with every movement.

In truth, there was nothing particularly unusual about his attire. It wasn’t the latest technology that changed colors as he walked, nor did it light up whenever the fabric was tousled.

But even so, Luca glimmered in the most fascinating way.

Luminous pearls had been set carefully throughout the outfit, their soft sheen far more refined than the sharp brilliance of other precious stones.

A pearl brooch rested at the side of his collar, anchoring the draped cloak where it gathered near his shoulder. The brooch was not a simple circle. Instead, its metal setting formed a delicate star-like motif crafted from gold, the pearl resting at its heart like a drop of moonlight.

There were pearls around his slender waist, and further down, Luca’s cuffs bore the same treasures mounted in gold settings. For the first-timer, those were the most important pieces of the ensemble.

Each pearl sat within a circular golden frame that resembled a small celestial compass. Fine golden spokes radiated outward around the gem, forming a quiet but unmistakable symbol that matched the ones fixed at Xavier’s own cuff and collar pins. When the two stood together, the designs would align in meaning as much as in appearance.

If only the transfixed Imperial Crown Prince could get over his momentous pause so he could approach his waiting wife.

Then again, maybe it was better that Xavier didn’t get too close.

Because if he had, he might not have noticed the missing layers of cloth on his little wife’s back.

So much for the generous amount of fabric in the front and in the trailing train.

When Luca made the slightest turn to the side, the Imperial Crown Prince almost lost his balance.

For holding that slit against that delicate back were nothing more than chains of gold and pearls.

"!!!"

The ladies who hadn’t been able to dress up their children in a very long time had clearly poured every ounce of effort into preparing for today’s banquet. And it showed in how everyone looked as if they had been scrubbed to the nines.

In a sense, he should’ve known from how the mop came out looking somewhat similar. Like unmistakable sworn brothers, they certainly came out like dangerous magnets.

Kyle... was, well, Kyle. Coming from a family that had always been under the scrutiny of the Empire, he had always presented himself in a way that was befitting of his status.

So truly, the transformation was best seen in Jax, who momentarily exchanged his overalls for something that made even his mother weep.

But despite everyone cleaning up, the Prince was simply stuck thinking about something he knew was absurd.

Was it even legal for Luca to walk around like that?

Probably not.

But at that point—and in a rare show of solidarity—only Xavier and one mortified father seemed to be asking that question. Everyone else simply praised Luca for his exquisite attire.

And truly, it was praiseworthy.

In the end, the Prince simply surrendered everything to fate after realizing something important.

It wasn’t even the outfit.

Or the pearls.

Or the countless careful details of Luca’s ceremonial attire that captured everyone’s attention.

They were all beautiful, of course.

But the moment Luca scanned the waiting crowd and saw Xavier, the way his expression softened—and the way that smile blossomed across his face—was more than enough to make the Imperial Crown Prince want to keep his wife entirely to himself.

He was just perfect.

So perfect that many others seemed to think so too.

Even Luca, who normally had a different level of aesthetic, could see the difference after Noah walked out wearing the same outfit.

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