The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: Comforting Him

Xavier, who was usually calm, composed, and borderline unreadable, couldn’t help but steal glances at Luca.

He was nervous.

Not from political tension, battlefield stress, or military confrontation—but from the fact that his wife hadn’t looked up from his terminal for the past five minutes.

And then suddenly—

Ping!

His terminal lit up with a new message from Luca.

Xavier opened it immediately, heart halfway between hope and dread.

[LUCA: You’re not bald, old, or ugly. Please don’t listen to what they say! You’re really handsome!]

Xavier blinked.

He reread it.

Then again, just to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.

Of all the things he expected...

No clarifications about the burden of royal status.

No questions about the succession drama.

No concerns about being married to a literal Crown Prince, considering all those attempts at his life that had been discussed.

No.

Instead, his wife had messaged him to reassure him that he wasn’t bald, ugly, or old.

Xavier slowly lifted his head.

Across the room, Luca was peeking at him with his big, earnest eyes—and even gave him a tiny encouraging fist pump, like a good job sticker in human form.

And that was it.

That was the moment Xavier nearly lost it.

His shoulders trembled as he tried to suppress a laugh, the kind that came not from amusement but sheer, overwhelming relief. It burst through his chest and nearly made him choke.

He inhaled deeply, hand over his mouth, as if containing a war cry.

Because, of course.

Of course, that was the message his little chipmunk would send.

And in that single ridiculous, wholesome moment, Xavier felt like everything might just be okay.

Luca watched from the side. They were seatmates after all, but even then, he felt foolish for being unable to comfort him properly when people hurled such accusations against him.

But he knew he couldn’t say anything, not when it would jeopardize Xavier’s identity and safety.

So all he could do was message him and watch as Xavier slumped forward, one hand over his face and the other gripping the desk like he’d just been hit by the emotional equivalent of a freight train.

Luca panicked.

Had he made it worse?!

He was just trying to help! Reassure him! Be supportive! He’d even triple-checked the spelling and asked D-29 if it was all right to send that message!

Maybe he should’ve asked Sid?

What if Xavier was insecure about the bald thing?

After all, his father said that some people ended up like that because they were scumbags! But he didn’t think Xavier was like that. And when D-29 showed him examples of scumbags, he really couldn’t see any similarities!

Also, aren’t many babies born with little or no hair?

Hmm.

But just as Luca was about to turn towards his husband to console him, Xavier slowly turned his head toward him—still half-draped on his desk—and smiled.

It wasn’t his usual smile, either.

He turned back to his notes and vowed to review again later.

Because truth be told?

He’d absorbed absolutely nothing ever since Xavier held his hand under the desk.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the handholding got interrupted by the bell for lunch. But before the distracted learner got teased even more, Luca’s screen lit up again with another message—this time, not from Xavier, but from Ollie.

[OLLIE: Brother! Instructor Moore says the library’s open. Meet you there?!]

Luca blinked, reread it, then gasped softly before turning to Xavier and the rest of the group. "Guys, I’m sorry! It seems like I can’t join you for lunch. I promised to meet my brother and Instructor Moore at the library."

Xavier gave him a small nod, remembering how this was mentioned earlier during breakfast. "Make sure to eat something."

"I will!" Luca promised with an eager smile, as if forgetting his earlier embarrassment.

But just before he turned to leave, Kyle—who had been suspiciously silent—glanced up from his own screen and suddenly added, "Luca, could you check if he ate? He didn’t come down for breakfast. So if he didn’t sneak anything in before class, he’s probably going to collapse from either hunger...or conspiracy theories."

"Conspiracies?" Jax echoed, his head tilting.

"Yeah. It’s gastritis or that," Kyle muttered.

Luca nodded solemnly. "Got it. I’ll feed him."

Then he left.

Meanwhile, somewhere in a dim corridor, a poor blonde mechanic stood hunched by the wall, clutching his stomach.

"Urgh...is this hunger...heartbreak? Or heartburn...?

He didn’t know.

But he was definitely dying (not).

And yet, no amount of clutching his middle or leaning against the cold wall for moral support was going to stop him from seeing his brother! After all, he had serious questions to ask!

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