The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: The Perfect Home

When Duke Leander of Kyros arrived back at the Dungeon space, he had prepared himself for a glorious reunion.

He had longed to see his son and even practiced his lines with hints of restrained tears. Duke Leander even wore his second-best embroidered cape to signify that he had returned safely from his perilous journey to negotiate for materials.

His precious Luca may have missed him, or worse, worried for him.

So he had to look his best, or at least second best.

What he didn’t expect was to be greeted by a wooden sign that read: _{freёwebnovel.com}

"ALL HAIL THE DAIRY QUEEN"

"What in the name of heavens was this?!"

The Duke had to recheck the house he exited from, and sure enough, it was his place, so what exactly was this flower-strewn path by his house?

Has his son missed him so much that he had this made? Thought the Duke, who almost shed tears.

Only to find that it led to a new building. It wasn’t tall by all means, but was rather large as it took up space, so much more space than the other buildings that the Duke couldn’t help but wonder about this new contraption.

"???"

But then he saw someone familiar, a red-haired young lad who looked altogether too blissful.

"Jax. What’s happening?"

"Oh! Your Grace!" said Jax, who smiled in reverence. Now, of whom would be a good question?

"Come quickly, Your Grace! You’re just in time for the second session!"

"The what?"

"It is our dear Lulu!" Exclaimed Jax, who ran inside in a hurry.

But upon entering the odd building, he heard the voice he had missed for the past days.

"Papa!"

Luca’s voice cut through all his questions. His son jogged over, expression bright, cheeks slightly flushed.

For some reason, he wore something questionable. It seemed to be a new apron, it was just that it suspiciously looked like the photos that hung all over.

Duke Leander wanted to ignore it initially, but if his son was even in on this craze, then he must find out how his boy had been lured in!

"Son, what happened?"

"Oh Papa, we bought a cow."

"A what—?"

But before Duke Leander could start his interrogation, Luca’s hesitant yet outstretched hands held something out.

"I saved you a bottle."

It was a small glass bottle. Sealed. Chilled. A handwritten label was on it: For Papa.

The touched father accepted it as if accepting a medal from the Emperor.

Heart full, the Duke decided to uncork the bottle before taking a cautious sip.

Only to suddenly stagger.

Heaven.

It tasted like sunbeams and felt similar to when he had a picnic with his wife. It tasted like something he should be paying taxes for.

"Son, what is this?" He asked incredulously.

"It’s part of the first batch of milk we got from Lulu. I thought you would want to taste it too, so I saved some for you, Papa."

And that was when he understood why all those photos were on display.

Clearly, they lacked a statue. How distressing!

Especially after seeing the being in all her glory.