The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Questions and Lectures

Apparently, long enough to face even bigger challenges.

Imperial Crown Prince Xavier Thoren Solaris would have preferred facing off against the demon incarnate by himself if it meant escaping his current predicament.

Yeah, that bad.

And in this, his guardian mecha was of the same mind.

One-on-one with the great one? That could seriously be arranged.

Fighting a corrupted beast? Doable.

Navigating a political minefield? Manageable.

But this? This was uncharted territory.

Because what Xavier hadn’t counted on was being cornered by three women in a cramped subterranean tunnel while being interrogated about one particular someone.

And not just any someone.

Their Young Lord. Her son. And his wife, Luca.

It had all gone downhill after they reached the underground base—a rough, but resourceful safe zone carved into the earth. Faint traces of past habitation lingered: makeshift bunk areas, low-hanging lanterns powered by residual energy, and scribbled notes posted along crystalline walls.

They barely had a moment before Duchess Amelia led them toward a narrow tunnel network that extended beyond the chamber.

"No time to linger," she’d said. "We follow the hollow path until it reaches the surface near the barren lands."

She gestured to the dwarf striding ahead of them.

"This is Cece. She’s the one who carved most of the tunnel system. Used to be a surface-dwelling excavator before the dungeon dragged her in."

Cece raised a hand in greeting, her goggles pushed up into her wild hair, a small pickaxe bouncing on her belt.

"Dead zones make for easy digging. Nothing grows here, not even that blasted tree’s roots," she said.

"Hmm." Xavier just slowly nodded, eyeing the collapsing walls with narrowed eyes.

"Looks rugged, but this is actually safer than the other options," Cece shrugged. "Trust me, I’ve mapped every damn crack in this part of the underbelly. You just watch where you step and follow my lead."

Even if it were as rickety as their guild base, he would have to follow anyway, because he did promise to do this in Luca’s stead.

They pressed forward.

The tunnel curved ahead in tight, winding bends. The echoes of their footsteps mingled with the faint hum of dormant dungeon energy embedded in the walls.

Lady Gisella—Butler Gary’s younger sister—was the first to speak after a long, companionable silence.

"Your Grace," she began, glancing at the Duchess, "forgive me, but... where did you go all this time? And those new challengers—you’re saying they’re all human this time?"

At that, even Cece slowed her pace.

She had seen her share of strange things in the dungeon, in fact she was once one that was sucked in just like this new kid they had with them.

Amelia nodded. "Yes. Human. But more than just random ones," she said, her voice threaded with awe and a quiet ache. "I found Gary. Alive and well."

Gisella’s breath caught, but she proceeded to diss her older brother like always, "I bet that old geezer’s even greyer now."

Duchess Amelia chuckled, expecting something like this, but had to unfortunately inform her that, "Actually, we might be looking more rugged than them. It’s apparently only been six months outside of this dungeon."

"???"

"!!!"

"Wait, WHAT—?" The two women simultaneously looked at her with incredulous eyes, wondering if that were really possible.

"Yeah, and in that span of time, my son had apparently come back," the Duchess continued, her expression softening. "In fact, he was right there. Just moments ago, we were together."

A hush fell over the group.

Cece blinked. "Wait. The Luca Kyros? The one you always talked about like he was some little angel?"

"The one from the sacred photo?!"

Gisella clutched her datapad like a lifeline. "Your Grace...really?! Is that true?!"

Amelia nodded, slower now. "He was just a child when we last saw him move—before everything. But you’ll know the moment you see his eyes."

"Wow, " Gisella was in awe. "It’s been too long. But... is he still as cute as before?"

"Coins. Points. Credits. Resources. If it has value, he likes to look at it." Every night. But he’d rather not say that unless he wanted an early death.