The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Pajama-Clad Visitor

The hallway had been quiet, something that was likely expected of a protected manor. But Xavier’s upbringing made him wary of sounds.

Just like this one. Or especially this one. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}

From the moment the door next to Xavier’s room opened, the Prince’s ears began listening in.

It was instinctual as if the creaking door immediately sharpened his senses.

For how could he not stay alert when it was late?

It was far too late for the sleepyhead to be up and wandering about. Based on observation, Luca was now a heavy sleeper who could sleep so deeply even while his grubby hands were hard at work.

So, just what could’ve disturbed him?

Was he thirsty? Considered Xavier.

Or maybe he was hungry?

But if that were the case, wouldn’t Luca have just slipped into his Dungeon space to grab something?

*Knock! Knock!*

The sound was light, hesitant.

Xavier was bewildered, momentarily caught off guard. Not that this was impossible, but he didn’t think it would happen. Yet the Crown Prince acted swiftly—making sure to catch the door before the third knock registered.

He didn’t want to discourage the already skittish Luca, who normally finds it difficult to ask for help.

He reached for the door, choosing to open it manually rather than use the automatic controls.

If Luca was hesitating, the sight of a cold and seemingly empty room would likely make him retreat.

And that was the last thing Xavier wanted.

As the door swung open, there stood Luca—illuminated faintly by the dim corridor lights.

The Imperial Crown Prince’s thoughts ground to a halt.

It was an unusual sight. For it was Luca who was clutching at a large pillow like a protective shield or a life line.

His black hair was a bit tousled but more than that, what stood out was his slightly pouting face.

"?!"

Now, the sight would’ve been amusing if not for the slight crease in Luca’s brows.

There were no tears, nor did he look sick, but something was clearly wrong for this chipmunk to be knocking on his door like this.

"Luca?" Xavier’s voice was steady, though he made sure to soften it.

Luca for the most part was trying to think of ways to explain his problem. Xavier was in this state of undress and normally this meant that he was likely sleeping already.

And the golden corn felt a bit guilty.

The small figure shifted, uncertain, his pillow still firmly clutched. But before Luca could stammer out any excuses, Sid—the ever-helpful guardian mecha—chimed in.

"The little master is experiencing sudden insomnia."

Xavier blinked. Insomnia?

Again?

It wasn’t like this had never happened before, but Xavier figured that Luca was fine after he fell asleep under the tree earlier.

But the only way to find out was to ask what was bothering him.

Xavier decided to think about this later and stepped aside to invite Luca in. "You wanna come in?"

The sudden visitor hesitated for only a moment before shuffling inside, the plush slippers on his feet making the softest of sounds against the polished floor.

Luca thought the room was big.

While it wasn’t as ostentatious as his room, which clearly reeked of favoritism that he wasn’t even aware of, the bed and bedding were definitely similar, just different in color.

It was just that the bed clearly had indentations and ruffled sheets, which meant that Xavier was likely in bed already before he knocked on his door.

"I—I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be sleeping already." It was like that last time when he woke up Xavier because he wanted to work on their tasks.

"No need to apologize. I hadn’t even slept yet. Also, I did tell D-29 and Sid to tell you I’m next door in case you needed something."

Xavier could see Luca’s mind churning even from here, so he opted to inform him of this.

"Is something wrong?"

Luca didn’t even know how to explain himself. After all, how did one justify, "The room is great, and the bed is the best I’ve probably seen, but I’m still uncomfortable," without sounding ridiculous?

But before the frazzled shorty could spiral further, Xavier’s voice broke through his thoughts.

"Can’t sleep?"