The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 304

Chapter 304: Familiarity

She wasn’t complaining about it being just six months.

How could she when this was technically a surprise boon?

In fact, she was thankful to learn that it had been just six months, not the five life-changing years she had expected.

But for them, who had practically mourned everyone outside, it felt surreal.

Her own hands still remembered the ache of digging invisible graves and the silence of losing hope, only to be told that it hadn’t even been that long.

Ten days here meant one day outside. And if there was one thing that this knowledge had given her, it was the fact that she could catch up to her husband’s time with Luca like this.

She was like a bouncing ball. Thought the Butler, who was observing her closely. Now, this was something he was familiar with.

That look in her eyes and her ability to bounce back. Duchess Amelia had always been like this, and coupled with her husband? Butler Gary thought they were the most persistent bunch despite having shit for luck.

And yet look at them now?

The same ’time’ that brought them apart was slowly bringing them together.

Now, all he hoped was for the Duke outside to survive their hopefully momentary disappearance, or they’re going to have a serious problem.

And he was likely right to worry about this, but maybe only once this particular Duke realizes that something had gone awfully wrong.

For now, it was Baron Ray Firth who should be saying prayers.

Not that they would ever be accepted.

Unlike the prayers of a certain little golden dragon who was trying to see if those bioluminescent berries would be something they could take with them.

"Brother, what about we just take a few?" Ollie whispered like a guilty child in a candy store, his eyes wide and hands twitching toward the glowing fruits near the lake’s edge.

He and Luca crouched beside a patch of bioluminescent berries that pulsed gently, like heartbeats. They didn’t dare touch them yet—only stared, calculating.

"But brother, how long would they stay fresh? What if they rot before we get home?" Asked the worried money grubber, who, simultaneously, worried that those raging roots would damage the goods if they were just left here.

"Well, they are technically spiritual fruits, right? Shouldn’t these last for a long time, then?" Thought Ollie, who was even willing to offer a jar of spiritual water to see if they could maybe keep it there?

"Brother, do you have more containers?" Luca thought of something else. If anything, had Jax been there, it would’ve likely been his first thought.

"???"

Ollie blinked. Then grinned.

"Yes, what kind would you like?" Asked the temporary store, who was proud of his growing collection.

"Big enough to plant a few of these!" Luca and Ollie looked at each other, and Xavier could swear he could hear the giggling of two little dwarves who had figured something out.

Their antics carried over the hollow in a warm undercurrent, drawing glances and chuckles from the two observing giants.

Technically, Kyle was having flashbacks of what scary thing might come out from this again, while his boss was of the opposite mind.

Xavier, who had just finished wiping residual spores off their other supplies, let the sound soothe him.

There was something deeply grounding about seeing Luca laugh like that—his smile lit like sunbeams, as if they hadn’t nearly been skewered to oblivion a few hours ago.

But even the Prince couldn’t shake the sensation that someone, somewhere, was watching them.

"Your Grace," Gary said quietly from beside her, as if hesitant to break the silence she’d steeped herself in.

She inhaled slowly. "I thought I’d never hear that from anyone else again. If not for your sister calling me that, I would’ve likely forgotten the sound of it."

"And how could you not ask about your sister, Butler Gary?!" Teased the Duchess, who didn’t even break her stare.