The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 644

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Chapter 644: Others?!

Marshal Julian thought he had prepared enough.

As someone who had piloted a mecha like the one he’d received from Luca, he assumed he could at least predict a few things about Duke Leander’s new mecha.

It was just... what was he supposed to do when it turned out to be an entirely different classification?

A biomecha.

Apparently, it was like a fully spiritual mecha—only better.

"Wait, are you saying it’s another guardian mecha?!"

"Not quite, Uncle," Xavier replied calmly. "But since you all know about Sid from back then, it’d be easier to understand the concept of biomechas."

Easier to hear, maybe. Because yes, everyone in the room knew about the Imperial Heirloom, Sid. But easier to stomach? Not at all. Not when their brains were collectively trying to figure out how in Solaris they were supposed to explain something like this.

An advanced, semi-organic mecha that integrated bio-components with traditional mecha structures. Like Sid, the Guardian Mecha, biomechas carried the terrifying advantage of reflecting the traits of their components.

Which meant virtually no delay, a make that reflected the toughness and unique characteristics of the materials used on it, and the ability to handle bloodline abilities unique to mechas created with a series of connections that allowed for them.

Honestly, that alone had the operative wondering if he should even still be in the room.

Shadows like them were usually present for about ninety-nine percent of the time, but something of this magnitude felt like a secret as big as an inheritance. Usually, they weren’t supposed to hear things like this. Sure, they had core-based pacts binding their silence and loyalty, but even so... he felt his ears probably weren’t supposed to be hearing this live.

Because... what was this?!

Well, Marshal Julian and the Imperial couple would also like to know.

Finally, Emperor Xavian asked, "Then, son, what makes it different from a fully spiritual mecha?"

He remembered, very clearly, just how many people had sacrificed to protect Sid’s existence, and how Sid, in turn, had been tirelessly protecting the Empire since his awakening.

Xavier’s response was steady. "Because, unlike the legend of fully spiritual mechas, biomechas have their own reactors, capable of storing and circulating spiritual energy separate from the pilot’s input. As such, Sid, who could only function when directly piloted, could now function autonomously."

The room went still.

"More importantly," Xavier added, "biomechas don’t require forming a permanent spiritual bond to operate. That removes the issue of having to sever bonds."

"!!!"

Shaken. Luca watched them all look shaken to their very toes.

But to Xavier, this was understandable. After all, that had always been Sid’s greatest drawback. Not because it was his fault, but because of how the world turned out to be. A mecha that guzzled spiritual energy in a land nearly devoid of it couldn’t have been more ironic.

And of course, Xavier could relate to his father’s shock.

The main reason he had never bonded with Sid was due to the lingering complications. Severing a spiritual bond once it was formed, just to pass down the heirloom, had always meant tragedy unless the previous owner had died.

So, to those who knew the history of guardian mechas, what Xavier had just said was tantamount to declaring that they had managed to break the most devastating restriction of all.

The Emperor’s voice trembled. "Then upstairs..."

"Ah, no, Your Majesty," Luca quickly said, realizing from their faces that they might be thinking the mecha upstairs was also sentient. He waved his hands nervously. "Unfortunately, Papa’s mecha isn’t sentient. But if a biomecha happens to be so, it could act autonomously like the others!"

He said it with a note of regret, but to the listeners, who were already slack-jawed, it was like someone had struck a gong in their heads.

The word.

"Others."

There were others?

Oh, there were.

There were several others.

Marshal Julian actually felt his knees weaken. His hand went to the table like it might hold him steady, but even the wood felt untrustworthy in this moment.