The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627: Fans, Ships, and Scandals

A hit.

More like several hits.

And by the time the hour was up, all the parties in charge of monitoring news about the Imperial family, including the prince whose identity was hidden, were buzzing.

And if they knew, then how could it possibly be hidden from the ruling couple themselves?

The Empress tried. She truly did. But the moment the holoscreens lit up, a sharp gasp escaped before she could stop it.

Because there, flashing across multiple angles, were photos—no, videos—of her actual son doing something utterly unthinkable.

She leaned forward, rotating the feed this way and that, hoping for even the smallest chance that it was a trick of the light, a fabricated illusion. But however she turned it, there was no mistaking him.

Same white hair. Those piercing azure eyes. That tall, intimidating frame.

And yet that same son was unmistakably pulling someone close. Extremely close. His arms wrapped firmly around someone smaller, holding them flush against his chest like they were the most important thing in the world.

The room was silent until the Emperor finally spoke, his voice low and firm. "Who is that?"

It was the very same question the Empress wanted to ask but couldn’t bring herself to voice, not when her eyes remained glued to the image of Xavier moving so openly, so boldly.

By the fourth replay, she was still frozen, trapped in disbelief, only breaking free of it when their youngest daughter, Princess Nina, burst into the chamber.

"Stop! Stop! Don’t look!" Nina yelped, practically throwing herself at the nearest holoscreen. She flailed, hopping up and down to cover the display with her small frame. Her arms spread as wide as they could go, which was not nearly enough.

It was a pitiful, frantic, adorable struggle. She might as well have been a kitten trying to shield a lion with a scrap of cloth.

"Don’t look at it! It’s nothing! Just rumors!" she squeaked, standing on tiptoe to cover as much of the screen as she could.

But it was already too late.

Even if Nina somehow managed to block the feeds, the Emperor had already recognized the Duke and Duchess of Kyros standing right there beside their son.

And honestly, was there even any stopping the flood of information when the headlines were already bold and blaring across the networks?

Luca Soren Kyros.

To everyone else, he was heir to the Duchy of Kyros.

Only child of Duke Leander and Duchess Amelia.

But to them, who had just discovered all this, he was the chipmunk.

The beloved.

And just how had they missed something so important when it seemed like all these people already knew about it?!

Well, that would likely be thanks to something called ships.

The unfortunate palace employee responsible for media monitoring wanted to drop to the ground in prostration. Truly, it wasn’t incompetence—it was obedience. They had learned, painfully, to ignore such things years ago.

When the prince was younger, every flutter of interest, every wild rumor, every so-called "coupling" was brought to everyone’s attention. And every single time, he had responded with the same sharp disdain.

Allegations of wasting time. Accusations of trivial obsession. And honestly? He had been right.

People would ship themselves with Xavier Montclair. They would write stories. Compose poems. Post poorly edited videos with background music that should have been illegal. The variety of materials was endless and, in the prince’s opinion, utterly useless.

According to him, if such elite staff had time to investigate every person claiming to be in love with him, then they had enough time to track crime lords, syndicates, and possible terrorists.

After that scolding, no one had ever dared waste his time again. Orders were orders.

So when a new ship appeared, no matter how popular, they brushed it off. A school pairing? A guildmate rumor? It meant nothing. Especially when it came to the prince and the young heir of Kyros.

They looked like close friends at best. Guildmates who spent too much time training together. People simply mistook the camaraderie and turned it into gossip. Since they were rarely seen together outside official occasions, there was little to confirm otherwise.

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