The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 460

Chapter 460: Imperial Family

While one grumbling mechanic was out there furiously scribbling his grievances about possibly marrying into a family with too much historical baggage, an unlicensed one was elsewhere, coincidentally discovering the bloodline he’d already married into.

Unlike Ollie, who was panicking over emotional contracts and hypotheticals, Luca was quietly absorbing information about the actual pillars of the Empire.

And it turned out that there was a big difference between hearing about someone in passing and having their government-issued achievements flash before you on a projector.

Take Princess Nina, for instance.

To Luca, she was the adorable little girl who loved sweets and once clung to a bunny-shaped pancake like it was a national treasure. He thought she was simply a precocious child.

But no—apparently—six-year-old Imperial Princess Gianina Theron Solaris was already a prodigy with significant political capital. The slide even listed her full portfolio of alliances, charities, and minor legislative victories.

Luca stared blankly, feeling vaguely betrayed by the memory of bunny apples.

And then it got worse.

Because next came a segment on the "Imperial Succession Line," where the lecture notes painted the Imperial siblings as rivals locked in political tension.

Which was insane to him. Considering how he’d literally watched Xavier let Nina braid his hair while she asked if she could sit on his lap like a cat.

So, how were they supposed to resemble the cat-and-dog siblings depicted in this article, where factions apparently exist, ready to overthrow each other?

Clearly, some history books were a bit too aggressive in their narrative.

Then came the real kicker.

Instructor Falco pulled up the final slide, one depicting the Imperial Crown Prince.

Or rather, not depicting him.

It was the only slide with a completely empty photo frame.

There were hushed murmurs from around the room, and Luca had to suppress a full-body shiver.

Instructor Falco went on, voice steady, as if delivering a story from legend:

"Imperial Crown Prince Aeric Theron Solaris is currently fulfilling the traditional training required of the Empire’s successor..."

Luca blinked.

He once heard Xavier’s full Imperial title before when he told him about his identity. But back then, it was simply a name he read on one of the books when he and D-29 were trying to gather as much information as they could about the Empire.

But for him to hear other people mention Xavier, or to talk about him like this when he was literally sitting in the same class, Luca wasn’t sure how to feel.

And yet despite his hesitations, the presentation continued.

Despite being "away," the Crown Prince had already spearheaded legal reforms, stabilized major financial initiatives, and authored several proposals instrumental to recent peace negotiations—all anonymously.

All without even revealing his current identity.

Luca sat frozen, his fingers hovering above the keys to his holographic tablet, entirely unsure what to write anymore.

Then the presentation shifted again.

Falco listed several attempts over the years to discredit the Crown Prince—rumors, scandals, destabilization plots, all meant to weaken his claim. It was a pattern, he said, rooted in Imperial tradition. Because generations ago, so many heirs had been assassinated that secrecy had become the throne’s most sacred armor.

Luca lowered his pen.

And for once, he was speechless.

Because in a room full of students speculating about a faceless prince...

He was sitting there with that very prince’s little notes folded in his inventory space.

And then it happened.

The student next to him leaned over to his seatmate and whispered, "I bet the Crown Prince is like...old. And has a giant beard."

But the other person shook his head. "Well, he can’t be too old, the Emperor and Empress are still young. He’s probably just balding. That’s why they don’t show him."

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