The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 418

Chapter 418: Devoted

Xavier, who had woken up after a short nap, actually stayed awake just to make sure Luca was okay.

He didn’t move—just kept watching, still and quiet. He held Luca close and soaked in the sight of his little chipmunk curled up against him, cheeks soft, lashes long, breathing steady. Luca nuzzled against his chest in his sleep, the corners of his lips twitching now and then like he was dreaming something absurd. Probably food-related. It was perfect.

And if it were up to him, Luca wouldn’t have to move today.

Or tomorrow.

He’d just sleep, eat, and recover.

Unfortunately, not even the Imperial Crown Prince could control one of the most in-demand people in the empire: their own busy, twitchy, easily flustered, sometimes stabby spouse.

Just like how he’s stirring in his arms right now, as if he could read his mind.

Luca woke up like a changed man.

Like a man who had come to be beaten up by Grandmaster Tao, only to come back again because he didn’t think it would be that bad. Pretty much like he did months ago when he didn’t know any better.

Only now, he woke up next to a man who was clearly staring at him.

Luca blinked at the figure before him.

And bright blue eyes stared back.

And as if on cue, the newly awakened guide blushed immediately before trying to roll over in panic or surprise. Or probably both.

Only to feel it everywhere.

"Ugh," Luca croaked. "Xavier...I-I feel like a noodle."

His voice was hoarse. Wrecked. Absolutely tragic.

He blinked again.

Then remembered why he sounded like that.

His entire face went crimson.

Xavier stifled a laugh, but his shoulders shook. Of all the things he would hear after that night, he didn’t expect that. "Good morning to you, too. And I’m sorry that you feel like that. It’s my fault."

Pause.

"But on the bright side...at least, you look like a very shiny noodle."

"...Huh? What do you mean?" asked the confused and overcooked noodle.

The prince figured this would happen and had prepared for the inevitable; he reached to the side and handed over a small desk mirror.

Luca took one look.

And gasped.

His hair was soft and a little tousled from sleep, falling gently around his face. His skin glowed faintly, smooth and even, and the light marks that lingered on his neck and chest only made the contrast more striking.

He sparkled. Literally. Like someone had wiped him down with a soft cloth or allowed him to sleep the whole day.

And that couldn’t be right.

Still, he did his best. He adjusted the water, tested the temperature twice, and held Luca close under the stream while gently washing him off. The plan had been simple: clean him up, check for injuries, and tuck him back into bed like the treasure he was. _{freēwēbnovel.com}