The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Hidden Profiles

And he wasn’t entirely pleased.

Because who would be pleased to hear and see their precious person overworked like that?

Luca’s hangar was vast. Wide enough to house multiple mechas, lined with polished panels and scattered crates, the kind of space that screamed both grandeur and chaos. But in that expanse of steel and shadows, Xavier’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the tiniest figure.

Bundled up against the wall like a discarded kitten sat his little wife, looking more exhausted than victorious. And close to him, hidden in plain sight, was a hulking mass that was obviously trying to act invisible.

Sid. The guardian mecha.

Unlike D-29, Xavier knew perfectly well that Sid was there. Sid would never abandon Luca, not now and not ever, unless he had no desire to exist as well. Besides, their bond meant there was no real way to hide from each other. They shared the same sea of consciousness. Pretending otherwise was laughable.

Still, the Imperial Crown Prince knew better than to stare. After all, it was one thing to know he was there, but another to see what he looked like. What if Luca learned that he had already seen Sid before Sid was ready to be shown off? The devastation on his little chipmunk’s face would be heartbreaking. Luca would recover, yes, but for a brief moment, he would wear that same dejected look he usually had right before pressing the purchase button in the Trove.

And what kind of husband would want to be the reason for that despair?

So the wolf, who had been tearing through enemies left and right these past weeks, simply crouched and picked up the exhausted bundle. Luca instinctively curled against him, soft and pliant.

But before leaving, Xavier, who kept his back turned against the mecha that looked like a thief caught in the act, said evenly, "Congratulations, Sid."

The guardian mecha froze. Gratitude swelled within him, but guilt followed quickly. He wanted to explain why he had hidden like that.

"Master—"

"I know."

"!!!"

Xavier’s voice was calm, but it cut straight through him.

"So for this grace, and for all his efforts, just be prepared for training."

Right. That was only fair. The best repayment for everyone’s efforts was to succeed.

"Yes, Master!" Sid’s voice rang with conviction.

Xavier departed with his bundle, leaving Sid behind with only his thoughts. The guardian mecha tilted his head and called out, "D-29, you heard that right?"

"Ack! No—Error—Signal unstable—" sputtered the little system, feigning interference like a bad radio pretending not to pick up its owner’s commands.

Sid’s tone was mercilessly sweet. "What a shame. I was going to offer to train with you. But since you’re not interested, then I guess you really do prefer to train with my master..."

Alarms shrieked inside D-29’s circuits. Fake errors turned into very real panic.

If Sid was a little tyrant, then the benefactor was a tyrant of tyrants!

And so, the poor system, who only wanted to look impressive, found itself cornered into what could only be called torture.

Although the true tyrant of tyrants was being tortured in the best possible way.

Xavier had always prided himself on his self-control. But there were things in life that were almost impossible to resist. Eliminating enemies who begged for it. Earning more money when his wife was looking downcast. And most of all... the overwhelming desire to nibble on Luca when he was like this.

So open. So trusting.

He had even tried to offer energy, the usual comfort that Luca greedily accepted, but today nothing was taken. No hungry gobbling, no desperate siphoning.

So it was like that again, now even more obvious than a few weeks ago.

Unlike before, Luca could now last longer without needing to discharge energy. So either his control has improved or his reserves have increased.

Which could only mean one thing.

The reason the soft bundle in his arms was so worn out wasn’t from energy imbalance.

It was from stress.

Only, it was the kind of stress born from worrying about a friend rather than the weight of carrying the Empire’s future.

And so, just knowing that Sid was finally able to move on his own was enough relief for Luca to sleep soundly, nestled against Xavier.

If only everyone else had such fortune.

Because scattered across the Empire of Solaris, invitations were arriving—and with them, stress levels were climbing faster than mecha thrusters in a gravity drill.

One such recipient was Master Mechanic Allan. The famed elder was just about to ignore the glossy envelope so he could continue tinkering with his latest idea when his assistant barged in.

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