The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 992

Chapter 992: A Dance of Intentions

It was rather obvious that if anyone looked around, the number of waiting vultures, especially in a place as big as the Empire, could easily rival the number of those in the Federation.

So, realistically speaking, if Luca were to work with him instead, it would be far easier to maintain his current lifestyle. If anything, he would even be able to have a semblance of freedom and authority.

Because with the kind of disruption he and his little guild had brought out into the open, hiding behind House Kyros wouldn’t be enough of a shield against everyone else.

Even so, Cassian had no intention of making any direct moves to poach in the middle of the dance floor. That would’ve been foolish, especially with so many watching.

But planting a seed, or at least a bit of worry that would eventually bloom into a nagging feeling?

That was different. He felt that was just fair game.

For one, people were far more convinced by their own conclusions than anything handed to them outright.

Second, he wasn’t even kidding when he thought that he could give this oblivious runt better conditions, provided he played nicely.

Everyone had goals and a bone of selfishness in their body, and Cassian had always been good at capitalizing on that.

So with renewed determination, he focused on the next step—

And nearly miscalculated.

His foot landed just slightly off.

A minor error, but one that could’ve disrupted the entire flow.

Well, it didn’t, because Luca adjusted effortlessly.

The movement shifted just enough to compensate, smoothing over the mistake as if it had never existed in the first place.

"Mister Benefactor, that was dangerous..."

There it was again.

The same tone.

The same straightforward observation with a hint of concern that came with such backhanded quips.

Cassian felt a faint twitch at the corner of his eye.

Not only had he been subtly called out, but the question he posed had gone unanswered.

For a brief moment, he wondered if this was intentional.

But instead of pressing, he chose to recover.

"Apologies," Cassian said smoothly as they moved again, his voice steady despite the relentless pace. "I was just deeply curious about you and lost my focus."

"Ah," Luca replied simply, already guiding him into another sequence without hesitation. "Well, there’s really nothing much to me."

Their steps shifted, their positions changing as Luca led him through a different pattern altogether.

"As for hearing about me just now," Luca continued in that same unbothered but awfully relaxed tone, "it’s probably just the distance, as well as the fact that there had been nothing notable to really report on!"

And just like that, the rhythm surged again, pulling Cassian along before he could decide whether that answer was genuine or deliberately dismissive.

Fine.

A different approach then.

Cassian adjusted his hold as they moved into the next sequence, his expression settling into something calm and deliberate. His steps tried to remain sharp and controlled despite the aggressive rhythm Luca kept setting, and his focus sharpened as he shifted tactics.

"Isn’t that being too hard on yourself?" he said as they pivoted and came close again. "If anything, don’t you think it’s mainly because the people covering for you are a little too capable?"

"Huh?"

Luca blinked, clearly confused as he guided the donor into another turn, his posture steady and his movements precise even as the tempo shifted again.

"Don’t get me wrong," Cassian continued, following through before stepping in once more, "I, too, prefer capable people."

He let the motion carry them apart before finishing,

"But in your case, if they hadn’t been so capable, then it wouldn’t have taken this long for you to shine."

The words were smooth and carefully placed.

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