The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Young Lord Luca

But it was not.

For when the unaware heir realized just what was happening, it was already all too late.

They arrived at around lunchtime to a striking planet of gold, green, and blue.

It was magnificent. And Luca practically pressed his face against the glass as he looked at the planet before they entered.

But throughout the journey, a particular father wondered how his son would like the Duchy’s capital planet.

Would he like it?

Was it a little too green?

Or a bit too blue, maybe?

He had too many questions, and yet, the conclusion?

The Duke just decided to change it if his son found it lacking.

’It,’ as in the planet.

Migrating shouldn’t be that difficult, right?

That wasn’t difficult.

They could choose from existing planets or buy new ones if necessary.

Or if nothing worked, there were still plenty of unchartered celestial bodies to consider. If it made his son happy, so be it.

So he watched.

Every flicker of Luca’s expression.

Every small smile, every fascinated blink.

He noted them all, convinced that this was the most significant judgment ever passed upon the Duchy.

After all, this was Luca’s judgment about the planet he should’ve learned to call ’home.’

But it was his son’s first time in ages.

And had it not been for certain circumstances, this may never have been possible.

So, everyone was a nervous wreck.

However, more than the nervousness was one person’s deep-seated wishfulness.

Or, if he was being honest, regret.

And even self-blame.

A feeling that had gnawed at him for years.

His son should have grown up beneath these golden skies, surrounded by the people who should have adored him.

But instead, Luca had spent his childhood elsewhere—alone, burdened, and far from the warmth of family.

And the worst part?

For the longest time, the bedridden Duke couldn’t do anything about it. In the end, forcing his wife to act in his stead.

And like any father or any husband, he couldn’t help but tighten his fists at this thought.

The guilt was unbearable.

Sometimes, suffocating, even.

For it was a weight that no other achievement could alleviate. No amount of success in battle, politics, or finance could undo the undeniable truth.

He had failed.

Failed as a father.

Failed as a husband.

And as much as the Duke wanted to bask in this moment—the long-awaited return of his son—the shadow of the past loomed too close.

Yet, at the very bottom of it all was a small hope.

It was the same hope that he clung to all these years and has proven stronger than all his fears.

So even then, his heart still whispered.

’Look, Lia. There’s our son. He’s coming home."

The thought echoed painfully in his mind.

"Maybe you ought to come home, too?’ Thought the conflicted husband as he watched his son’s reactions.

Only to come to a decision to make this all about their son.

He was the one here right now.

So he was going to do it for two and do his best to compensate for every day that had been lost.

And that was his resolve.

A resolve that shook the solemn planet.

*BANG!*

*POP!*

*BOOM!*

The sky erupted.

Or what was supposed to be the noon sky did.

A cascade of colors exploded above them, filling the heavens with vibrant plumes of gold, red, and dazzling white.

The sky itself seemed to shimmer, and the force of the display reverberated through the air.

It was no ordinary fireworks show.

For one, this was inside a sky dome. It was inside the security blanket activated by the careful Father just for this monumental occasion.

*FWOOSH!*

"They’ve really captured your essence, brother!" Exclaimed Ollie, who looked straight at the display as Kyle judged him.

Was he kidding, or was he serious?