The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 975

Chapter 975: Eyes on the Stairway

Luca looked extremely solemn as he walked, and to the riveted crowd watching the ascent, they couldn’t help but speculate about what could possibly be going on in the minds of people like the members of DG.

After all, the golden-eyed cadet moved with such composed grace that the scene almost felt solemn.

His posture was straight, his expression calm, and the layered fabric draped across his shoulder shifted fluidly with every step he took up the palace stairs. Whenever the palace lights caught the unusual stones resting across his body and bare back, they shimmered faintly, making his already striking figure look almost otherworldly.

From the perspective of the cameras and the millions of viewers watching the broadcast, the moment looked incredibly dignified.

Almost sacred.

Naturally, people began forming all kinds of theories and started sharing their opinions about the inner workings of such individuals.

Well... they probably would’ve been far less impressed if they knew the truth. In fact, they would have been scandalized by everyone’s thoughts.

The golden-eyed cadet, for one, was actually focusing very hard on something much simpler.

Specifically, he was trying to cushion his heel from striking the steps too harshly.

The stairs were polished.

Very polished.

And Luca had absolutely no intention of accidentally scratching them with the footwear he had been persuaded into wearing. So he adjusted his steps carefully, letting a faint layer of spiritual energy soften each movement.

Coincidentally, that subtle cushioning made the way he walked appear unusually light.

Graceful.

Almost celestial.

Then there was Xavier.

From the outside, the top student appeared even more intimidating than usual. He was extremely handsome, but his expression was controlled, and his gaze was incredibly steady as he walked beside Luca with the unmistakable presence of someone with their guard up.

Many observers assumed he must be thinking about the countless matters awaiting him inside the palace.

The selection of the Cup participants.

Public relations.

Resisting pressure from heavily interested parties.

Unfortunately, the truth was significantly less dignified.

Because Xavier was currently trying very hard not to think about his little wife’s back.

Or his waist.

Or the way the fabric barely draped around him whenever he moved.

So it was hardly surprising that the hidden Crown Prince looked particularly menacing as he walked beside his one and only chipmunk.

Kyle, meanwhile, was mentally preparing himself for the evening ahead. If anything, his thoughts roughly aligned with what several people were envisioning he was thinking about.

Like extremely roughly.

And judging by the blonde’s expression— 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

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