The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Drums

Luca was momentarily frozen in place after the mention of kids.

He was still trying to digest the idea as it hit him squarely in the head.

It wasn’t the word itself. But the way Princess Kira had said it earlier—so casual. So certain.

Like it was the definite next step for people who were married.

And the heir who was actually married was starting to have even more questions!

But the questions had to wait because the princess started looking so grave that his mind shifted to concern.

"Two weeks is such a short time...But more than anything, I worry about the consequences of his arrival." _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

For one, she would likely be dragged back against her will. But that was if she and the people around them would survive his anger.

Two, relationship strains with humans, as some orcs might take this as an insult to their race. In fact, the opposition would surely use this to prove that maintaining peaceful relations with humans was a colossal joke.

"If I go back like this, it’s not just my personal life that would suffer—it’d be politics. Inter-species relationships. Entire treaties," the princess said, pacing now.

"But the real problem?" Kira spun around. "He might ask for a replacement."

"A...replacement?" Luca squeaked.

"Yes. And that’s if I could reason with him properly so that none of this looks like a ploy by the humans to humiliate us orcs."

And she knows it’s because if they don’t go home with one, the opposition would likely use this to jumpstart their cause.

"Yes. He’ll want someone who looks capable. Powerful. Noble."

Someone he thinks would be fitting for his only princess.

Meanwhile, Luca, a budding humble cheese artisan and pseudo-mechanic, felt himself shrink to about the size of a bread roll.

Technically, he shouldn’t be that worried, because Xavier said they were already married, but hearing words like this and seeing the anguish on her face still affected him.

Especially when she continued with her story.

"And worst of all," she enunciated, "he’ll think I’m incapable of choosing for myself."

Princess Kira was devastated, and understandably so. In their culture, it seemed like the smartest thing to do. But she had long gone past that.

"I’m not just some breeding machine! I want connection. I want shared glances. I want the butterflies and my knees going weak because my love is just so cute! I want that!" she flailed, with Luca having to duck to avoid the wind that came with it.

"But all of them think that love is stupid and would rather I marry some grunting meathead with seven titles and no personality!"

"Actually, it’s nine now, Your Highness," interjected Ada, who had long been trying to make her presence small.

"Nine! But what’s nine titles if there’s no way I could love that jackass!" Princess Kira snapped, arms flailing again as poor Ada dodged the incoming gust.

Luca blinked.

This time, not from fear but from a mixture of awe and confusion.

"You’re sure?" he asked carefully, eyes wide at hearing someone feel such strong conviction while he’d been having issues all week. "You’re certain you don’t love him?"

"Absolutely." Kira’s eyes burned like twin suns. "I would rather take a vow of eternal solitude than have that ox-breathed, one-brained, heavy-fisted, title-hoarding gargoyle near my bed!"

The little guide flinched. That sounded very resolute.