The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Multiple Solutions

Simple. It was the lack of awareness.

Maybe this was what the earliest ancient humans felt like when they had no idea that something called oxygen existed.

It was there—vital, all around them—but they just...didn’t know.

And right now, Ollie was that ancient human. Because he had gone from sunshine to soggy pudding in under ten minutes.

It wasn’t a sudden crash. More like a slow-motion collapse. A withering.

Luca noticed the drop in mood after they’d marveled at the miracle crop—that one that his father hadn’t managed to kill—and the trays upon trays of lettuce that would be ready for harvest soon. It was even from the aquaponics dome that his brother had worked on with his own hands. So it should’ve been a celebratory moment.

And yet, Ollie’s steps lagged. His brightness dimmed.

Luca, understandably alarmed, turned to his brother. "Brother, are you alright? Are you feeling sick? Or perhaps...are you hungry?"

"Oh, I’m alright, brother!" Ollie said.

Then immediately sighed.

Luca blinked. "But brother, how can you be alright...when you’re like that?"

All un-Ollie-like.

The blonde hesitated, looked around, and leaned in. "It’s just...Remember when I told you about pining?"

Luca nodded solemnly. That had been a very bad day. Well, initially. But even now, he still remembers the feeling of that.

"Well," Ollie continued, his voice dropping, "I think I’m like that now. It’s too much. I saw him just a bit ago, but it’s like it wasn’t enough! I need more."

A sense of crisis bloomed in Luca’s chest. He understood.

"That’s not good, brother. Did you tell him?"

"Tell him?! But brother—it hasn’t even been a day! What if he thinks I’m crazy? Or too needy?" Ollie’s walk slowed until Luca had to practically tug him along like a lost balloon.

"I don’t think he’d react that way," Luca said carefully. "Xavier told me that if something like this happens, it’s best to talk about it. That way, you can come up with solutions together."

"Solutions? Are there solutions for this?" Ollie asked like someone glimpsing forbidden magic.

Luca nodded; he also didn’t think there would be. However, he’d like to believe that he has been doing much better since those methods were implemented and since he changed his mindset. "Yes. He helped me. I used to feel like that too, but we figured out little ways to make it easier."

Ollie perked up. "Then, brother—what did you do?!"

Luca flushed. "Well...Xavier writes me little notes."

"Notes?" Ollie tilted his head before the realization set in, calling for an all-encompassing gasp, "Are they threats to work faster?!"

"?!"

"What?! No! They’re encouraging notes! Things like ’Don’t forget to eat,’ or ’You’re doing amazing,’ or ’One hug-break later?’"

They were usually more than just that. Those handwritten letters could be found in his work area, and sometimes they’d have words he couldn’t possibly share with others!

"Wait, seriously? He writes those?!" Ollie’s voice cracked.

Luca nodded. "Sometimes even in Tessarian."

"Not threatening letters?"

"No. And... sometimes he leaves his handkerchief with me. Or we swap ties. Or he leaves things I can hold onto."

"Wow. Xavier allows that?"

The golden-eyed guide wasn’t sure why his brother thought that Xavier wouldn’t allow for such a thing when his husband was such a generous person who would even give the shirt off his back when needed.

But who could blame the little wife who thought the best of the suited wolf?

For if normal people like Kyle or Jax heard this, they would have checked themselves into the medical bay for upset stomachs. Because this would only be possible if you were named Luca Soren Kyros. And last they heard, he was married to the grumpy prince.

"Mn. And well, there’s also the pictures, brother."

"Pictures?"

"Ah, yes!" Luca initially hesitated, but then pulled up his terminal and changed the permissions so that his brother could see.

Ollie looked.

And gawked.

"BROTHER. That’s—that’s XAVIER?!" he screeched, clutching Luca’s arm like he’d seen a ghost. Because in the photo was someone who clearly looked like Xavier, but had the expression of someone who couldn’t possibly be the same guy.

"Why does he look... like that?!"

Luca simply smiled, thinking that Ollie also thought that Xavier was just impossibly handsome, for he also had a similar reaction.

Ollie looked from the terminal to his brother in awe. "I—I’ll ask Kyle for one too!"

Maybe the impossibility of obtaining the photo was what made it so powerful!

He was fired up now. Determined.

But then Luca added thoughtfully, "Hmmm... but brother, if it’s about motivation, what actually helps me the most is thinking that—if I can solve the problems quickly—then maybe Xavier won’t have to attend so many meetings."

"...What?"

"If we fix the pilots and contamination issues," Luca explained, "then wouldn’t that mean less work and more time for other things?"

The blonde mechanic stared.

He could feel his already skewed worldview tilting even more.

Thud!

Well, they were, but to the mechanics who saw it, they just couldn’t be placed in the same category. freёwebnovel-com

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