The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Playing Dead

It was a desperate and tense moment.

Luca and Xavier weren’t prepared to encounter a lucid Marshal, and to be perfectly honest, Luca thought of whacking him gently. At least just enough to knock him out for a moment.

Like Uncle, like nephew.

They didn’t even remain knocked out for too long and had a penchant for randomly waking up despite dire conditions.

Xavier could feel Luca hiding behind him, so he had to think of something to hold off the Marshal until they could come up with a plausible explanation.

But the little chipmunk beat him to it out of fear of having an unsatisfied and talkative customer.

"Marshal, Sir, we’re also not sure. We were just hoping for something to work." Luca said from behind Xavier, his head popping out from the side. It was likely disrespectful, but who could blame him?

Marshal Julian actually noticed how Xavier hid this guy when he would’ve customarily held such cowards out for everyone to see.

"And you are?"

"Hello, Sir. I’m Luca Kyros." Luca debated whether to lie. He regretted not following Xavier’s instructions and figured he shouldn’t be adding more problems for the benefactor.

"Kyros?" The Marshal was surprised to hear that Xavier came with Duke Leander’s son of all people.

But he somehow remembered seeing a very young toddler with the Duke several years back.

While he definitely felt better, he still felt hazy from his earlier state. But if there was anything he could take from this boy, it was the recent news he’d heard about the Duke’s condition improving.

They weren’t particularly monitoring him, but such big movements from the duchy that had long been quiet would definitely attract attention.

Was this related to the Duke’s improvement?

Has Leander found a way?

Technically, it was the Duchess who had been busy looking for something, but did they finally succeed after so many years?

Luca and Xavier watched as the Marshal formed his own conclusions.

And it was understandable because who would assume that the fix was carried around by one little chipmunk who even had the gall to hide behind the wayward nephew?

Eventually, he said, "I see, it seems like the duchy finally figured it out."

It wasn’t a question, and Luca didn’t know how to respond when he remembered saying something similar when he dealt with marketplace corruption!

He was so dead.

A likely ass-whooping!

But who else could maybe do something like this?

In his guilt, Luca tried thinking of ways to compensate and apologize to the people of the duchy.

Then he remembered how the Duke had a similar issue.

Would the same thing work for his father? It should, right?

The little liar who had an entire duchy carry the pot of mankind’s savior figured he could at least cure his father.

But little did the repentant son realize that it would eventually cement the Marshal’s conclusion, with the Duke recovering as predicted.

However, this was for later, as the extremely filial son was still on the verge of mentally selecting which chicken should be fried for the people of the duchy.

It was an advance peace offering; hopefully, he wouldn’t be disowned the moment they heard what he had done.

Xavier tried to hold everything in. He had so many complaints, which was surprising for someone who usually couldn’t care less.

But he managed to hold it in until the Marshal fell asleep due to fatigue. While he looked like a refilled highlighter, Luca didn’t give him a Stamina recovery pill that could’ve solved the problem after much howling.

Worried he might get a bad review from this client, the budding businessman avoided risking it and chose the good old method of letting the Marshal rest like a normal person.

Luca could feel Xavier’s stares from even before they left but decided to play dead the moment they entered the mecha.

It was his fault.

He was a lousy company owner who couldn’t help but micromanage.

Now that the customers have seen him, they would likely be able to haggle and hunt him down. Who can he blame for this?

Clearly, no one but himself!