The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Sheep

Chapter 237:

"19638765219 Sheep"

"19638765218 Sheep"

"19638765217 Sheep"

D-29 had been faithfully counting sheep, as per Sid’s recommendation (assertion), until the guardian mecha realized what was happening.

Apparently, it was crucial to maintain focus on counting sheep until Sid said the counting could stop, or else something bad might happen.

And so, D-29 persevered and obeyed.

Although the little system would normally ignore the suggestions, after Sid clocked it like that, the fledgling mecha decided to change its approach.

For what if Sid was right?

But what both Sid and D-29 did not expect was to hear an order from Xavier on the 19638765213rd sheep.

"D-29, Please hand over Luca’s XXX Book."

"???" D-29 loaded for a while before asking its Host if the order should be followed.

But before the little system could prompt the Host, the Prince added in an intriguing line.

"Hand it over and I will get you the latest collection of language translators, so you can connect and even understand as many of the known languages."

Now the little system slowed its processes, clearly assessing that this was going to be beneficial to the Host in the long run and decided to hand-over the book that the Host didn’t even use.

Yes.

It was all for the good of the Host.

If D-29 could learn more languages, there would be more dramas, err, information it could read to aid its Host.

Sid, on the other hand, could only watch this, unsure of who to judge.

Was it the master who prepared a bribe?

Or the system that was clearly crazy?

But Sid knew better than to use the connection to run processes right now and decided to go back to counting sheep.

For who knows what would happen with that XXX book out when even the original master wasn’t sure about his plan.

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Sid was right.

Xavier, for the most part, wasn’t exactly sure how this would go. But one thing was for sure: Luca could not go on thinking that someone else was needed to help them tend to their issues.

Imagine having more contenders when the husband himself could barely find time with the little chipmunk?

Xavier’s eyes narrowed at the thought, and Luca caught the changes in his expression.

"I—is there something wrong?" Asked Luca nervously as the Prince didn’t exactly look alright.

"No."

It was an answer that came too fast, like a conditioned response, and Xavier had to breathe through it as he backtracked.

"Actually, yes. It’s probably not a big one for now. But I’d rather not take any chances."

This in itself was a big deal for Xavier. As the Imperial Crown Prince, he was raised to automatically answer "no" to questions like that.

It wasn’t because he was going to lie but because these problems should’ve been solved before word even got out.

However, the problem was definitely not handled and could even fester if he ignored it, for ideals were far more difficult to deal with than other issues.

So, Xavier decided to be honest, which so far, worked best for dealing with Luca.

"It’s about needing other people. Or as you said, it is about needing women."

Luca sank a bit; for some reason, he didn’t like the sound of it. But if Xavier wants to discuss it—

"We don’t need women for this problem, nor would we need them for procreation, well not anymore."

"?!"

What? Luca was started as both things clearly rocked his very small worldview.