The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Greetings

It had been perfect.

Or it should’ve been.

It was a meeting that definitely rivaled her dreams. Even those with swelling background music, teary confessions, and endless hugs. She thought that would be how they’d meet again, but this simple greeting toppled all that.

For this one was as real as it could get.

"Hi," she had said.

And he had answered.

For a second, the world had stilled.

Even the glimmering lake behind them seemed to hush in reverence, glowing softly as though to commemorate the long-awaited reunion of mother and son.

But the world, as always, had other plans.

It began with a pulse.

Faint at first—a single tremor beneath their feet.

Subtle enough to pass for coincidence.

If anything, the duchess assumed it was her world shaking as she went through all sorts of mind-blowing emotions.

But then came another.

And another, this time heavier.

The Duchess stiffened. Her expression shifted from awe to steel, instincts overriding the warmth that had bloomed in her chest. Her breath hitched for an entirely different reason now.

"Brace—DOWN!" she shouted, voice cutting through the stillness like a blade.

She lunged forward.

Luca flinched, instinct pulling him back. But Amelia’s reach was swift—armor scraping stone, her entire body flinging forward as another quake shuddered through the hollow.

The ground behind them cracked.

A wave of molten energy erupted from a far cliffside, carving the ridge in two with a roar of displacement.

And next to them, the glowing lake hissed violently, and crystal flora shattered under the impact.

Shit. It was happening again!

She lunged for him, her heart clenching at the sound of a falling rock cracking above them.

A jagged piece of stone, dislodged by the quake, tumbled from overhead.

Without hesitation, she raised her arm, bracing for the hit. Her armor deflected the worst of it, but the impact rattled her bones, underscoring the gravity of the situation.

It was an embrace, though brief, not born from the luxury of reunion but from the desperation of survival.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly, as if anchoring both of them in a reality threatening to break them apart. She held him close, inhaling deeply—there it was, the scent of sap, peace, and something achingly familiar—her son.

Her eyes fluttered closed for a fraction of a second, savoring what she knew she’d been starved for.

She held him a heartbeat longer than she should’ve, selfishly, desperately, before pulling back. Her hands gripped his arms to steady him as she pointed him toward his mecha.

Then, reluctantly, she let go.

"Go. Inside," she commanded, forcing herself to let go, because she had to, because they didn’t have the time she’d prayed for.

"To your mecha! Now!" she barked, eyes already scanning the terrain.

Luca barely had time to blink. The warmth of the reunion was swept away in the panic of survival.

"Mom?"

She froze—just for a second.

He had said it, called her that. Her.

Her heart cracked open and surged with feeling, but she gritted her teeth.

"Yes, yes, my son," she said, although she really wanted to scream—a ’yes’ that was so greedy it almost jumpstarted her heart.

She had missed him fiercely. But she looked at him gently, confirming it with her eyes, holding it all back because it all had to wait.

"We’ll talk all about it later, alright?" she said, softer now, like a promise tucked into urgency.

Her hands hovered, trembling in the air between them—desperate to pull him close again, but knowing that to hold on now would only risk everything.

There would be time, she told herself.

There had to be.

"I want to know everything. I want to hear everything," she said, voice wobbling. "But for that to happen, you need to stay safe. Stay with the others. Please."

He stared, caught between a thousand questions and the sight of her eyes.

They were different from his, but they were staring at him like he was all they could see.