The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 639

Chapter 639: Apologies and Anxieties

Sure enough.

They should have just escaped when they still had the chance.

If they had, they would not be sitting here now, caught red-handed meddling and spying when they had been told, very clearly, that they would see each other during the expo anyway.

And yet here they were.

The famed personalities of the Empire of Solaris, reduced to twiddling their thumbs and curling their toes under the sharp glare of the Crown Prince.

Xavier had not raised his voice. He had not even moved much. He was still calmly securing the actual criminal, Renard Holt Dreel, who floated midair like some balloon wrapped in threads of spiritual energy.

But then again, the operative thought they weren’t much different from Renard at this point.

Invasion of privacy.

Impersonation.

Destruction of property.

Espionage.

If this had been anyone else, if the offenders had not been the ruling monarchs themselves, they really could’ve been executed on the spot.

There was an entire laundry list of charges Xavier could pull out at any time. In fact, he probably would, if this had been a typical day. But in the end, he thought that nothing beat the heart-pounding suspense of sitting there while being stared down like that.

The operative thought longingly about the mining camps.

He would rather serve a sentence in one of those hellholes than sit another second under that gaze. The Emperor’s glare was sharp. The Empress’s glare was sharper.

But Prince Xavier’s silent stare? That was inhuman. It dug into the bones, dragged out your soul, and left you wishing for the sweet mercy of death.

Some might find it unbelievable, and yet how could they be sure?

Because right now, the Emperor, the Empress, and even Marshal Julian were sitting in the same boat as him. All of them were trying to look anywhere else, all of them trying to wiggle their way to salvation as if salvation could be found on the ceiling tiles.

"So, to what pleasure do we owe this inspection?"

The Crown Prince’s tone was perfectly level, as calm as still water.

But Luca noticed how every single adult in the room stiffened when Xavier asked.

He had been stunned enough the moment Xavier had called the Emperor and Empress "Father" and "Mother." His golden eyes had gone wide, and for a long moment, he could only stare around at the guilty faces.

He had so many questions.

Because now he did not understand the Empress’s earlier concerns.

Did Xavier actually need romantic advice?

Was it like Kyle, who had a whole list of marriage candidates prepared in advance?

Was that why the Empress fainted? Had she been shocked to learn that Xavier was already married?

Luca’s mind spun. He was filled with sudden worries.

But stronger than the confusion was the ache of concern, because he remembered clearly the way the Empress had sighed earlier, saying she had missed her son, that it had been so long since she had seen him. None of that felt like a lie to him.

And yet their first meeting was like this?

In fact, it was calmer now.

Earlier, however, chaos had nearly reigned.

The Marshal himself had turned on his heel the moment he saw Xavier in the room. He might actually have escaped if not for the injured man beside him, who rasped, "That’s desertion of duty! How could you leave now?!"

"I don’t believe so, Sir. This is merely called giving you privacy!" Julian snapped back.

But of course, no one managed to leave.

And then suddenly, the people who had been lying in bed—save for the floating Renard Dreel—bolted upright like puppets yanked by invisible strings. The fake doctor nearly prostrated himself on the floor, much to Luca’s wide-eyed surprise.

Even when Xavier said, "At ease," not a soul looked remotely comfortable.

And now, on top of that, his husband had just asked about an "inspection," and Luca was the one getting increasingly nervous.

Xavier noticed it instantly.

His little chipmunk’s expression had shifted from doe-eyed surprise to that anxious look he always wore whenever he was unsure of himself.

Without hesitation, Xavier extended an arm and pulled him close, tucking him against his side.

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