The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 624

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Chapter 624: The Unfortunate Miscalculation

An honest miscalculation.

Registering the new biomecha before handing it over to Duke Leander had actually been the suggestion of his wife, Duchess Amelia.

And while it was certainly a questionable move, it actually came from a sincere understanding of the man’s personality.

She knew her husband.

The moment he laid hands on that mecha, there would be no prying it from his grasp.

Therefore, how could he possibly tolerate seeing and touching it, then being told he would be unable to use it officially until after registration?

Wouldn’t the Duke pass out in anger?

Wouldn’t he throw a fit like a toddler teased too long?

He absolutely would.

So, everyone who heard Amelia’s suggestion agreed it was wiser to take care of the paperwork first. That way, when the Duke finally received his most-awaited gift, he could use it immediately without delay.

Or so they thought.

Because little did they know that even the "heavily" staggered mecha registrations they had been trying to slip through had already attracted far too much attention.

In fairness to the people of the duchy, they had gone to extreme lengths to hide it.

Some even dueled each other just to earn the right to register first—or at least earlier than the next poor soul.

They staggered their visits, sneaking into the office at odd hours, or even filing registrations at satellite branches on other planets just to avoid drawing suspicion at military headquarters.

But honestly, how often did anyone see a person walk into the registration office with a custom S-grade mecha?

S-grade pilots, yes. There were several across the Empire. And most of them were current prominent people or those whom the most influential families had already scouted and prepared for greatness. But S-grade mechas?

That was another story entirely.

First, they were ruinously expensive.

Second, even with money, there was no guarantee a master mechanic would accept a commission.

And third? The process could take years, and even then, the final result might not reach S-grade at all. More often than not, someone’s dream project wound up a still-impressive, but disappointing, A-grade.

Because of this difficulty, most children of the elite came into the world with such preparation already in mind. Upon greeting the world, newborns were assessed for their spiritual aptitude. And if the child luckily tested into the S-rank category, most families would rejoice... before immediately diving into the grueling search for a master mechanic willing to accept their mecha commissions.

Deals would be struck before the child could even walk.

Luca had been completely floored by this revelation. Shocked, wide-eyed, utterly bewildered.

It was Master Quinn who had explained it to him, saying that the only reason the House of Kyros hadn’t needed to resort to such desperate measures was because his parents went to absurd lengths to ensure their son would never be without a mecha.

How absurd?

They went as far as to secure someone like him as a vassal.

Not merely employed. Not casually contracted. But a vassal of the duchy.

That was how far Duke Leander and Duchess Amelia had been willing to go for their child. Of course, they hadn’t expected to be blindsided by something even more unexpected, such as the young lord succumbing to an unknown affliction.

But even after it had been solved, they still wouldn’t have needed him to make a mecha for Luca. Because even Master Quinn, a famed veteran mechanic, now had to admit the truth: when it came to building mechas, he could no longer match the returning young lord.

Yes, his pride was initially hurt. But as a mechanic, he’d also learned far more than he could ever have imagined from the generous young lord. And while he couldn’t match him, he was sure that when pitted against the other masters of his generation, he would come out on top.