The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Grip

It was just telling him and asking for a hug, right?

Okay. He should be able to do that.

What could be so hard about that?

Well, apparently, so many things. For the little guide who just wanted to look for the prince, couldn’t even find him anywhere!

He looked in the training hall, the cabins, and even the medical bay, but nothing. Not even a hint of his familiar energy signature. And even the map that usually displayed people’s location didn’t have Xavier on it.

"Sid," Luca asked hopefully, "do you know where Xavier is?"

"Master Luca, he is currently in a meeting with Lord Taylor for the facility’s security system."

"Oh."

"Master, would you like to leave a message?"

"Oh, no-no! It’s nothing urgent, I was just curious," stammered Luca, who didn’t want to bother Xavier, who was probably in the middle of something important.

It was just that the same pattern repeated for the rest of the day.

More security division meetings, a meeting with the marshal, expected and unexpected security threats, and then his usual sparring session with the duchess.

After some time, Luca realized how difficult it was to cope with time dilation as time seemed far longer for him.

An hour meeting outside was three for him. No wonder Kyle would set alarms so he could deliver the meals even at odd hours.

He’s really responsible. Thought Luca, who sighed for the eleventh time, as noted by D-29.

But even then, within the period he’s heaved those eleven sighs, the similarly responsible heir had actually managed to teach a few people how to care for the sourdough starter, despite the staff looking mildly terrified.

And because of this, and the importance of this beast, they recorded everything. All three lessons and with five different devices.

Just in case, they said.

It was rather dramatic. Luca said so, too. But no one listened; they just smiled and insisted it was for the best.

But mostly, it may have been because the recordings also captured him glancing at the door every few minutes.

Waiting.

As if waiting for someone to just walk in.

However, the little baker didn’t know. No one would call him out after all.

So the learning just continued, and by the end of their first session, a few staff members had learned something crucial: If they made dough today, they’d have bread or even pizza tomorrow.

It was an exciting realization for everyone, one that even momentarily distracted the instructor from the obvious glances and quiet sighs.

And that helped a little with his concentration as he made rounds to check on the different facilities.

He checked on the farms, then did a few adjustments on the mecha components he had been tinkering with.

But when he was finally alone again, back at his workstation, the golden-eyed mechanic had resumed his sighing escapade, which continued through the night.

And honestly, it would’ve continued until the next day if not for a certain prince noticing just how many times Sid had had the same conversation throughout the day.

The breaking point for Xavier, who was still scheduled for individual training after the sparring session, was when Sid mentioned, "27th sigh."

"...What? Sid, what and why are you counting sighs?"

"Master, according to D-29, Little Master Luca had sighed twenty-seven times today."

"Luca? Twenty-seven times?"

Why?

And there, curled up on their bed—his bed, the one they usually shared when opportunities arose—was his little wife.

Luca’s hair had flattened on one side. His breathing was steady. And the way he was hugging the lapel of one jacket made something tighten in Xavier’s chest.

A hand grabbed him.