The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 732

Chapter 732: In a Haze

"Sid! The host! How could you just leave him like that!" cried the aggrieved mecha as it was unceremoniously hauled away.

"We didn’t abandon him," Sid replied flatly. "If we had stayed, it would’ve been disastrous. So don’t even think about going back, because if you do, you might really lose your position to another manager."

Gasp.

The whirring of D-29’s internal fans intensified, his distress readings spiking dramatically. "No! How could I, the most loyal of systems, be separated from the host?!"

Sid’s sigh was audible through the comms. "D-29. Think about this. Out of everything you’ve watched, what happens when someone interrupts the main character and their partner during the critical moment of reproduction?"

"!!!"

"..."

"Go on... tell me. I know you know what happens to them."

"They... they are reassigned," whispered D-29, processing the implications with trembling servos.

"Or?" Sid prompted patiently.

"They die..."

"Or worse?"

"T-they’re fired!"

Another sharp gasp echoed through the comms.

This time, Sid was sure the sound of whirring meant the little mecha had fully understood the gravity of the situation.

But then came the follow-up.

"Sid! Won’t I be fired faster if I don’t assist the host?!" D-29 exclaimed in pure panic. "The first time it happened, I had to help him for survival! If I’m not there, then how would he know how to interpret those bubbles?!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Sid froze.

What?

"What... bubbles?"

"The bubbles! Sid! The bubbles!" D-29 shouted with the kind of urgency one would use to report a planetary detonation.

Sid’s systems whirred louder, internal alarms flickering on as if trying to protect him from knowing too much.

Just what the hell were those bubbles?

The guardian mecha didn’t know—and didn’t want to find out.

And so, in a burst of righteous self-preservation, Sid increased his thrusters and bolted, determined to get as far away from the Masters as physically and emotionally possible.

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Thankfully, in a faraway clearing, one dungeon owner wasn’t dealing with bubbles.

Though honestly, maybe it would’ve been better if he had been dealing with the kind of bubbles that came with thought balloons from children’s storybooks.

Unfortunately, his current problem was far more serious.

It had been close. Too close.

Just moments ago, Luca had thought the temporary cabin wouldn’t make it. The surrounding ice had almost pierced through from every direction, forming jagged spears that seemed ready to tear everything apart.

Had he not used his best, highest-grade guiding pills, it would’ve been impossible to even get the rampaging prince inside.

But even those pills—painstakingly prepared beforehand—were like mere drops of water against the ocean that was Xavier’s consciousness.

Luca was painfully aware that all he had done so far was nothing more than a stopgap measure.

He could’ve sworn it hadn’t been this difficult before. Nor had it ever seemed this daunting because his husband had always been there to show him the way.

But now that Xavier was like this, all Luca could do was hope.

Hope that this would work.

However, before the hopeful guide could even begin his initiation, he had to ask himself... just what was happening?

Luca had just finished adjusting the collar of the body suit he had designed and finally—more like, hopefully—perfected.

It had been a gift he’d long been preparing for his husband, a suit that, unlike the ones they wore for mecha piloting, would be something made explicitly for channeling guiding energy better.

But before he could even take a step, something shifted behind him.

A shadow moved.

Then, an arm.

A strong, unyielding arm suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling him back with such force that his breath hitched in surprise.

"Ah—!"

He had to steady himself against the wall, the smooth surface also cool against his skin as he froze.

"W-what—" he started, his voice trembling in confusion.

But before he could even finish, he realized who it was. Then again, at this point, who else could it have been? Someone who could move through space undetected would have to be his husband.

"Xavier?"

His heartbeat surged painfully in his chest. He turned his head slightly, his pulse thundering in his ears as he tried to look behind him—only to see the prince’s face mere inches from his own.

Xavier’s expression was the same as earlier—stoic, almost unreadable—but his breathing was not. It was deeper, heavier, carrying something that made Luca’s skin prickle and his stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

"Xavier?" Luca tried again, softer this time.

Then the prince moved.

When it first began, Xavier felt as though his insides were burning from the inside out. He had endured contamination before, even bouts of spiritual imbalance that Luca once described as similar to what they called "rampage" back in Tesseris—but he had never actually rampaged.

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