The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 982

Chapter 982: Pocket Change

Yes. That choice.

The choice that every heir of their family would have to make, and one that would irrevocably change the way his son lived his life.

Xavier could very well choose to give up his disguise and his freedom in exchange for official responsibilities and his birthright.

Frankly, some of their ancestors had done it for far simpler reasons than the dilemma his son was currently facing, on a stage far bigger than anything the previous rulers had ever dealt with.

Because no Solaris had ever stood in such a precarious position.

One where the Emperor was certain that even their predecessors would agree that it was time to make use of the power their ancestors had died to protect.

Because he himself would.

Especially when it became painfully clear that the enemy had already started piecing things together.

Starting with a very specific bid for a dance with Luca.

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Yes, with the Imperial Crown Prince’s little chipmunk being the undisputed number one, he ended up being placed front and center first.

The golden-eyed cadet couldn’t believe the graph and had to look at his friends, asking if there was an error because the chart looked absurd.

But much to his surprise, even D-29 confirmed it.

"Host! The calculations seem to be in order, and their system hasn’t been tampered with."

Huh?

It was a landslide "win," and the netizens were practically rejoicing that aside from corruption being a clusterfuck, everyone had finally found something they could all agree upon.

Ensuring Luca’s victory.

And getting all the members of DG onto the auction list.

Which, unfortunately, had Noah and Theo seriously considering calling in sick after what could only be described as an unexpected disaster.

However, one odd thing remained.

Why wasn’t the "winner" saved for last?

Wasn’t that how auctions usually worked?

Sure, that was true.

But apparently, airtime was best when everyone was still awake and watching.

More importantly, the most sought-after individuals tended to leave earlier than most guests for reasons that would soon become obvious.

But as of the moment, none of that mattered.

Not when one blonde looked like he was about to wrap himself around his good brother’s legs just to stop him from heading off to what felt like execution via a guillotine.

Then again, if the resident barnacle was already in distress, what about the husband?

The one who could barely let go of his wife’s hands the moment he stood?

It was instinctive.

He held on as if his life depended on it.

And just as Xavier reacted without thinking, Luca responded just as quickly, trying to calm his Prince, who looked like he was one step away from losing it.

"It’s okay! They said all proceeds would go to reputable charitable organizations, right?"

That.

That was the problem.

They could’ve opted out of this entire mess if not for a certain someone pointing out that it was all for charity.

With something like that dangling in front of the saintly little money-grubber in exchange for an allegedly simple dance, how could they possibly say no?

They couldn’t.

Not out of principle.

And it certainly didn’t help that Luca smiled reassuringly at him before adding softly, "I don’t think it’ll take long! I’ll be back soon!"

"..."

"..."

It was likely a jinx. One strong enough that even Kyle shuddered as he heard it.

Then again, how could they blame him for being oblivious to how long it would actually take?

Moreover, how could the wolfish Prince say anything when in truth, amidst the cheering crowd that drowned out Xavier’s senses momentarily, would come the uncanniest bid.

For despite the Imperial Crown Prince wanting to add an irresponsible number of zeroes to his opening bid, he was beaten to it.

By Ollie.

Who had already started pressing buttons before the bidding had even officially begun, moving at a speed that was frankly terrifying for someone usually so slow.

And with a determined huff, the blonde shouted,

"One million Star Coins!"

Luca, who was standing under the spotlight, trembled.

From the soles of his feet to the tips of his hair, it was as if he felt the ringing of every Star Coin!

His good brother had just bid one million.

One.

Million.

Even D-29 made odd popping prompts for that.

And with a seemingly telepathic magic present only in two individuals who seemed to sometimes share a single brain cell, the golden-eyed cadet looked over to his brother who seemed to similarly reach out for him.

Like brothers reuniting after a grueling battle, the blonde wanted to free Luca from the shackles of an auction as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, the money-grubber who assumed that maybe he could earn fifty thousand at most was so perplexed because his brother actually thought so highly of him!

But Ollie, bless his hair antenna, barely had three seconds to look at his brother with worried, longing eyes before—

A storm of bids exploded.

"!!!"

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