The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 642

Chapter 642: The Start of Everything

The Imperial couple, rulers of the empire that dominated the only surviving hypercluster, could not get over the fact that such a thing had actually happened to their extremely level-headed son.

"Xavier, seriously?!"

To be fair, Emperor Xavian was just as shocked to realize that he himself had played a tiny part in Xavier’s offer of responsibility, the very one that had landed all of them in this situation.

In all their years alive, aside from seeing him deal with a blunder such as this, today was truly the first time they had seen the personification of ice comfort someone like that.

It wasn’t that Xavier had never comforted people before.

He had, in his own way. But his usual definition of comfort meant being present. And for Xavier, that was already a monumental gesture.

When he was a boy, comfort simply meant allowing the Empress to stay in his room overnight, while still following his rigid schedule to the letter.

They had not expected this version of their son—the one who wiped away tears, patted gently, and hugged tightly while whispering words they didn’t even know existed in his vocabulary.

For one, when Xavier was younger, he was perfectly fine with receiving kisses, hugs, and pats. But actually giving them? Not a chance.

And yet here he was.

The operative and even Marshal Julian felt they might have to close their eyes, just in case the prince suddenly realized what he was doing and decided to take their eyeballs out for witnessing such a scene.

But Xavier couldn’t care less about who was watching. To him, this was far more important than whether or not he looked like an alien creature to the others in the room.

Because when those tears fell, Xavier felt like he was being stabbed.

For a brief, terrifying moment, he had been lost, uncertain of what was happening. But as he held his trembling chipmunk, he eventually realized what had gone wrong.

Admittedly, it had sounded fine in his head before. But now, hearing Luca’s voice break as he described how they had entered into an agreement only after both parties felt responsible for each other... Xavier understood exactly where those tears were coming from.

Luca’s cheeks were still flushed pink, his golden eyes glassy from crying, and every other word came out with a soft hiccup. He looked for all the world like an innocent child confessing to having stolen sweets, rather than recounting something that had altered the course of their lives.

"I-it happened... after we faced this ancient arachnid," he began, sniffling and clutching at his sleeve. "I managed to pull us out at the last minute, but, um, to do that, I had to whack Xavier out cold because he was... he was prepared to sacrifice himself!"

The room froze.

While the listeners expected an uncanny or rocky start, they didn’t expect one quite that rocky.

Luca’s hiccup broke the silence. "I only hit him hard enough to knock him out, I swear! But then, while I was trying to stabilize his condition... w-we had a misunderstanding."

His blush deepened, and he quickly ducked his head, deciding it was much safer not to elaborate on how he’d tried and almost failed to revive Xavier with XXX. And well, the prince could only be thankful for being spared this time.

"When Xavier woke up, he immediately mentioned... taking responsibility for me. Which I... misunderstood."

The operative made a strangled sound.

Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose, half mortified, half resigned, because he really did.

But Luca, oblivious to their states, continued pitifully, "At first, Xavier only said he’d talk to me and my father, but I thought... it would be better to have a guarantee."

Luca rubbed his hands together anxiously, hiccupping again. "I-I’m sorry. At that time, I was really scared about the damage. Like, the damages to Xavier’s mecha... and the school mecha... and the giant egg on his head..."

The Emperor choked. The Empress’s eyes bulged. And Marshal Julian seriously tried his best not to imagine his normally put-together nephew.

In all this, Sid could still remember the horrors of the past, and yet now he could look back favorably at it because it seemed like being hit in the head was his master’s fortune.

And Xavier?

The moment Luca mentioned the "giant egg" on his forehead that he himself hadn’t even known about back then, the Crown Prince of Solaris—stoic, cold, and feared across the empire—started laughing.

Not just a small chuckle, but an uncontrollable, shoulders-shaking, tears-in-his-eyes laugh.

Everyone else was struck speechless.

It had to be a hallucination, right?

Actually, maybe the whole thing was one big shared hallucination, like an attack by a mutated beast with the ability to make them hear such laughter.

But Xavier could not stop. He laughed and laughed, because somehow, in all of Luca’s innocent, pitiful rambling, he found the most beautiful truth—his little chipmunk had hit him, saved him, and then worried about paying damages.

And that was the start of everything.

Luca didn’t understand why Xavier was suddenly like that, laughing so hard that his shoulders shook. But when the prince finally managed to reel himself in, what remained on his face was a grin so wide it nearly startled everyone in the room.

It wasn’t the stern Crown Prince expression they were used to.

No, this was something boyish, mischievous even, and the sight made Luca blink up at him in shock.

Because of their position—Luca perched on Xavier’s lap—he had to turn partly to look up, while Xavier only had to tilt his gaze down. For a moment, golden eyes met azure, and the little chipmunk swore his heart gave a painful thump.

That same boyish face softened as Xavier reached up, thumb brushing away a tear clinging to the side of his wife’s eye.

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