The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 638

Chapter 638: Picture Perfect

Thump.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump-thump.

The sound was deafening to her own ears. A pounding heartbeat that might as well have been the drumline of a horror movie where the heroine crouched behind a door, praying the ghost would not find her.

In all her years alive, Empress Gisella had never thought she would end up in such a position. Never had she thought she could feel this scared... yet this satisfied at the same time.

She had practically revived herself just to listen. And now, with her ears tuned to every word being spoken, her chest was about to burst.

Because the conversation happening before her was something she never thought she would hear in her lifetime.

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

"Luca," Xavier said evenly, his white-haired figure towering as he glanced at the gagged man struggling on the bed. His gaze flickered back to the boy in front of him. "Tell me. What did this man say to you earlier?"

Luca blinked, golden eyes turning guileless as he thought back. "Ah... him? He just said a lot of strange things."

"I didn’t really understand most of it. But he kept saying odd compliments, like how I was striking, or that I should be tired from running through his mind all day. Strange, right? I didn’t really know how to respond, so I just said we had been flying all day. After all, won’t it be inefficient to run when one could fly?"

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.

The Empress nearly keeled over from the force of her own pulse.

Her son, her ice-block of a son, was standing there, silent. A vein probably twitched faintly on his neck, but in front of Luca, he was calm. Calm to the point that if one didn’t know him, they would have thought nothing was wrong.

But the room had already cooled several degrees.

Renard Dreel, tied and gagged, thrashed harder, his eyes bugging out in horror. Because he understood that chill. That killing intent.

Yet the oblivious chipmunk only frowned. "I wasn’t sure if I responded right..."

And that was when Xavier’s expression softened. His voice lowered as he leaned closer. "You did really well."

"Eh?" Luca blinked.

"You replied appropriately," Xavier said, eyes briefly cutting to Renard with murderous sharpness before turning back to his little spouse with warmth. "I’m proud of you."

"R-really?! So when he said something about me taking his breath away, that’s not considered a crime, right? I won’t have to pay fees? Because I swear I really didn’t do anything!" Luca’s golden eyes blinked up at his husband, worried about possible fees. Xavier had said that if he ever were imprisoned, he’d get him out.

So he wasn’t worried about that. Well, not anymore.

But the fees. The fees were a different issue. How could he pay for something he didn’t do?!

Thump-thump-thump.

The Empress’s ears wanted to clap by themselves. What was this? Her son... praising someone? Her son... using full sentences?

Luca’s brows knitted again. "But... is something wrong with him? He was saying things that didn’t make sense. Maybe it’s some kind of illness?"

Renard thrashed harder.

Xavier’s gaze flicked to him, lethal enough to slice steel. "Yes," he said flatly. "It is an illness. The kind that cannot be cured. Some people have the bad habit of reaching where they should not. There is no medicine for that."

Renard whimpered.

Luca, however, nodded earnestly. "Ah, I see. That makes sense."

The Empress and the half-conscious doctor almost fainted again.

Was this real? Was this seriously happening? The Crown Prince was terrifying one man into insanity while at the same time comforting another with the most gentle tone in the galaxy?

Xavier’s eyes cut back to the attendant, narrowed and sharp. "I apologize. I assumed this one had enough sense to stay morally upright. I see now... the bloodline of the Holt family really is that strong."

"!!!"

The Empress’s heart jumped into her throat. The shadows listening in practically fell out of their seats because he knew.

Then again, of course, he knew. He was Xavier Solaris after all.

Luca gasped. "The Holts?!" He tilted his head, confused. "The guy from last time???"

"A rat of a relative. A very distant one, but still... Look closely," Xavier said.

A flick of his wrist. A sharp slice of spiritual energy hissed through the air.

Renard’s waxed hair fell in clumps, sheared close enough that the blade might as well have grazed his scalp. Had he so much as flinched, his head would have rolled off his shoulders.

Whirrr.

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