The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 518

Chapter 518: Crumbling Dreams

"Papa!"

The sweet little voice rang through the air, and Duke Leander’s chest swelled with pride and joy.

There he was—his precious Luca.

So young, so small, so unbearably cute, running to him with chubby little hands and a bright, gleeful smile.

"Papa!" Luca giggled again, throwing himself into his father’s waiting arms.

"Oh, my precious boy!" Leander cried, twirling him around before setting him down to play.

The two of them crouched on the floor, playing with tiny battleship toys.

"Boom! Haha!" Luca squealed, knocking over a plastic ship as Leander feigned defeat with a dramatic groan.

Nothing in the world could compare to this happiness.

Nothing.

Leander stood for a moment to grab another toy from the cabinet.

It was the perfect addition to their little game.

But when he turned back...

He froze.

There was Luca.

Still smiling.

Still absolutely adorable.

But now sitting in front of...a young white wolf.

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The little cub sat there calmly, its azure eyes glinting.

Leander blinked and shook his head.

Ah, children and their imaginations.

He walked over, holding out the toy.

"Here you go, my boy! Papa found another battleship!"

But to his shock, Luca only shook his head sweetly and said,

"I wanna play with the wolf now!"

Leander’s smile faltered. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

...Well. That was fine.

Children change their minds frequently, and it’s normal to want to play with different toys. Maybe he should get new ones so his son could have more choices.

But just as the father was carefully thinking about which toys to add to his little boy’s arsenal, he found himself outside the room he had just been in.

Huh? How odd. And yet the Duke just shrugged it off, since he was just outside his son’s door anyway. What difference would that make?

Ideally nothing. He just had to open this to see him again.

And so he did.

Then Duke Leander next called out, "Luca!" excitedly, while flinging open the door to his son’s room—

Only to find an unusual scene before him. The wolf was much bigger now, towering over the little Luca, who was stroking its fur happily.

"My son! Come play battleships with Papa!" Leander called, his voice just a little strained.

But Luca only smiled. His golden eyes were shining as he did.

"No thanks, Papa. I’m playing with the wolf now."

Crack.

A sharp ache bloomed in Leander’s chest.

But he tried to tell himself it was fine.

Really.

Because didn’t he also play with other kids and other toys?

He did. Therefore, his little boy was just growing normally. And that meant he should be fine.

Until that final straw.

He came back with a plate of fried fish he had carefully prepared himself, a hopeful smile fixed on his face. This was meant to be a treat, and he only hoped his little boy would enjoy it and eat his fill today.

"Luca, Papa brought your favorite—"

But his son wasn’t there.

"!!!"

Panic set in.

He all but flew down the stairs, his heart hammering in his chest and his breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps.

And there, by the double doors, he saw it.

Luca standing there, his tiny shirt clutched in the mouth of that enormous white wolf.

Then, as if hearing someone, the boy turned, his chubby cheeks puffed in a big, sunny grin, and eyes crinkled with innocent joy, as if he were just heading off on the happiest little adventure.

"Goodbye, Papa!" he called cheerfully. "I’m going with the wolf now!"

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