The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517: The Farewell

For a moment, King Garick thought his ears had stopped working properly.

Surely he had misheard.

But no. Even after his hearing had settled, Luca was still saying the same thing.

Those bottles of shimmering spiritual water were for him.

And not just those.

Because next, the golden boy handed him another kit filled with neatly packed bottles—only this time, they weren’t water.

"These are pills," Luca said calmly, his voice as soft and steady as ever. "Each one has a specific use. I’ve labeled everything for you. This one helps with injuries. This recovers stamina. This one stabilizes spiritual energy..."

Garick could hear the words, but his mind struggled to keep up.

His fingers tightened slightly on the kit.

He couldn’t believe what was happening.

He barely had time to collect himself when the cadet reached for another kit.

"This one," Luca said, holding it out, "is for Ada’s family, Your Majesty. Since we haven’t had the chance to meet them yet, I thought it would be best if you held on to it for now. Would that be alright?"

That was the moment Garick finally snapped out of his daze.

He looked up and around, only to realize Kira and Ada looked just as stunned.

At least he wasn’t the only one here who felt like an alien, unable to understand why someone would give them such things.

His throat felt tight, and his chest...he wasn’t sure what his chest was even doing anymore.

And then Luca casually mentioned something about an honest-to-goodness revive pill.

That was the breaking point.

Garick raised a hand to stop him.

"Enough," he said, his voice gruffer than he meant.

Luca blinked at him but stayed quiet.

Garick took a slow breath.

"This is dangerous," he said, his words deliberate now. "We’ve only just met. Yet you’re giving me all this. What if...what if I betray you? What if I turn on you and the humans? With this much ammunition and supplies...that would hurt you. Badly."

For the first time, Luca hesitated. Then his small smile returned.

"I understand, Your Majesty," he said softly.

And somehow, that made the king feel even more unsettled.

Luca continued quietly.

"It’s because I’ve now understood that betrayal is always a possibility...that I do this. I don’t want to treat everyone I meet with suspicion. It would be unfair to punish even the innocent just because I was afraid of what might happen. But..."

Luca’s golden eyes lifted to meet his.

"I’m also aware that I’m somewhat responsible for more than just myself now. If I make bad decisions, they’ll hurt other people. So I thought...I should make decisions I won’t regret. And instead, just prepare to be accountable."

Garick didn’t speak.

The boy’s voice was calm, but there was something heavy and unshakable in it.

"I don’t want regrets," Luca said finally. "And maybe that’s selfish. But I’d rather help my friends, the ones who have always helped me, than sit back and wonder if I should have done more. And to do that with a calmer heart, I’ll just have to get stronger. So I can take responsibility when my selfishness fails."

For a long moment, the room was silent.

Garick stared at the boy before him, feeling something he couldn’t quite name settle into his chest.

He had nothing to say.

Because in that moment...he felt like anything he said would sound too small.

Too small for someone whose resolve was that strong. Those clear golden eyes didn’t waver. They didn’t look hesitant. It was the look of someone who was dead sure in what he was doing.

If only he knew how scared Luca had been when he first decided to do this.

While the food was something he could easily explain, these actual supplies—the bottles of spiritual water and the pills—were something that was thoroughly related to him. Something that could lead to a repeat of his past.

Would he end up imprisoned or dead again, just because someone learned that he’s got these?

But then he asked himself.

Would he really be able to sleep at night, knowing he could have helped and chose not to, just because he was afraid they’d turn on him?

Neither option sounded great. And while he could’ve used something like the thorn he used on Veeka, he couldn’t just force everyone into submission.

And not after they’ve all worked so hard to prepare for the inevitable moment that the empire would learn of what they’ve been doing.

Meanwhile, beside the contemplative little chipmunk was his wolfish husband, who had been watching him quietly.

Even without Luca saying anything, he could tell.

His wife was already lost in his own head, and eventually it became too much for him to handle alone.

So his quiet voice broke through the silence.

"I would have been fine...if it was just me," he admitted.

"But because there are other people who would be involved, I keep thinking about it. My parents said they’d handle it if something happens. But this feels... different. Like something on another level entirely."

Xavier listened, his chest tightening at the words.

Honestly, all he really wanted was to keep Luca safe.

If he could, he’d hide him away forever. Somewhere, no one could reach him.

But he knew better.

That was just the selfish part of him speaking.

Because someone as bright as Luca couldn’t be hidden.

That seemed to surprise even the king, who gave Luca an approving nod as if to say, You really did your homework, boy.

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