The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 637

Chapter 637: Witness to a Revolution

It was like any other fine day.

Hovercars zipped through the sky lanes, engines humming with their usual rhythm.

A few laughs rang out as children darted ahead, squealing as their parents gave chase, pretending to be ferocious beasts in pursuit.

Every so often, a soft wind stirred, brushing against people’s faces as they strolled leisurely under the carefully regulated sunlight of the city dome.

It was the kind of day that lulled even the busiest citizens into thinking everything was just as usual.

A relatively peaceful day. A promising one.

One that even had the potential to be extraordinary once they finished the analysis of a certain mecha.

Could have.

Should have.

Had it not been for the literal collapse of the pillars of the Empire.

Although if someone asked them, they would have countered that others would’ve been in a similar state if they, too, heard about the collapse of civilized society as they knew it!

Plop!

The sound was deceptively simple. Almost gentle.

Except... the moment Empress Gisella’s knees gave way, the floor cracked.

The disguised monarch hit the ground with such force that the polished tiles dented inward, creating a crater no one could politely ignore. Dust puffed up in a ridiculous halo around her, coating the hem of her disguise.

And it was lights out.

In the end, it was one golden-eyed cadet, whose marriage had just been thrown into question, who screeched in sheer panic when the woman before him suddenly slumped on the floor.

"Ma’am!" Luca yelped, his voice cracking. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Without thinking, he darted forward, scooping her up as carefully as if she were made of glass. He carried her in both arms, heart hammering, before sprinting straight for the medical bay door.

Only to stop dead.

Because what greeted him there was not a calm, professional scene of doctors waiting.

No.

Instead, there was a heavily tied-up and screeching attendant, ropes digging into his limbs, his once waxed hair now sporting a fresh bald spot as if someone had personally scalped his vanity.

"???"

Luca blinked rapidly.

And just beyond him—

The doctor, the supposed healer of this bay, was strewn across the floor like he was the one in need of medical attention.

"Is he dead?!" Luca gasped, his voice shooting three octaves higher. His free hand reached instinctively for his inventory. If not for D-29’s calm yet questioning voice in his ear—"no one is dead yet, host"—the cadet would have already stuffed the poor man with a revive pill.

But no.

The doctor groaned faintly, proving he was, unfortunately, still alive.

Luca’s brain raced as he got both people into the separate beds before intending to look for actual help.

Well, ideally, it should not have been like this.

In any normal event, if something—anything—were to happen to the unshakeable Empress, her team of elite, specialized, and hand-picked operatives would have swept in immediately. They would have extracted her, secured the perimeter, and ensured her well-being with flawless efficiency.

But in this most uncanny of circumstances?

This... circus?

It could have been considered the most successful assassination attempt in history—if assassination had been the actual goal.

Because her legendary operatives, feared across the Empire, could not respond either.

Why?

Because they, too, needed help.

Physical. Mental. And perhaps even spiritual help.

And the aftermath of this chaos?

It was a scene to behold.

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