The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Luxury

It was a tiring day.

And that’s putting it lightly.

Today was emotionally overwhelming, and for many of these people, it likely marked the first time they’ve cried in a long while.

And while their outbursts were primarily due to joy, relief, and hope, this didn’t change how people felt spent after today.

To think they haven’t even spent that long inside the space, which was something they would eventually realize once they got out.

People were working while their eyes were bugged out, but at least they were smiling.

It was just comical, but who wouldn’t find everything amusing when many of them had just been told they’d been cleansed of contamination after waking up in the sick bed?

These "punished" soldiers had no place to vent and could only cry, laugh, or both. They didn’t think their life concerns would be solved just by attending a banquet.

And so they were re-animated with extreme passion as they worked around the space, following instructions on how to harvest properly and prepare the land for planting.

This was especially true when Luca decided to double the farmlands, considering the purpose of this space and the slower growth rate.

That was another 60,000 CP in upgrades, but with 54 people contributing to the little golden dragon’s cause, this was still going to leave them 272,100 CP.

A calming number.

And maybe it was this calming number or the fact that Luca had worked to set up beast-feeding stations that got him into a state of sleepiness.

However, if one particular Prince was asked, the little heir’s social battery likely crashed first.

While Luca was used to working long hours, his little chipmunk’s crashing point was usually related to how emotionally spent he was.

And with today’s rollercoaster, he might have been drained dry.

So, it wasn’t long before Xavier found him curled up beneath a tree while dozing away like a content animal.

The slightly parted lips, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, and those brows that weren’t knitted despite sleeping on this hard ground were a stark contrast to the flurry of responsibilities from just moments ago.

And, of course, the Prince reported this to the Duke. While everyone else may be running on more adrenaline than ever, Luca hadn’t had years to rest.

"Your Grace, Luca fell asleep by the tree."

The Duke stopped his work and asked to be brought to his precious son, who really was undisturbed while curled up like that.

And Luca became the timepiece to declare today’s workday as over.

Yes, they could’ve continued.

But if they did and the little guy found out he had been the only one sleeping, he’d likely feel bad about himself.

For Luca was that kind of person. And it was also the Duke’s negligence for not remembering how the place had no cabins for people to rest in.

And so, this crucial information was noted and quickly added to the agenda: A proper resting place.

This was for his son and everyone, but really, it was mostly for his son. These brutes should be able to survive by sleeping by some rock if his son was out here sleeping on hard ground.

And this was basically D-29’s explanation of how Luca found himself waking up in a room that was both unknown yet strangely familiar.

The bed beneath him was too soft—not the firm, makeshift bedding he’d grown used to. And the air smelled of faint incense, the kind that left a lingering warmth in the chest.

But what mostly gave it all away were those velvet drapes.

Deep crimson, with gold embroidery winding across the fabric like creeping vines.

They did not sway, not even with the subtle breeze that drifted through the ornate windows. It was as if they belonged in a portrait, forever still.

But that was only in his memories, for these drapes didn’t look so still now that he was sitting up.

Luca blinked as his behind sunk further into the absurdly luxurious bed.