The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Discharge

If only.

Understandably, the two fathers weren’t entirely sure about any of it.

But somehow they couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was amiss. Perhaps it was simply the instincts of men sensing a theft happening right under their noses, or how their wives kept exchanging silent glances as if confirming suspicions without words.

For however the women looked at it, one son was already thoroughly wrapped in the arms of his husband, with no possible negotiations for return.

While for the other, the bun that hadn’t even been created had already been...apportioned.

But really, something shouldn’t be a problem until it’s known, right?

And so the most pressing issue remained the same: convincing the Mylor couple of their determination to see this aquaponic project through.

They had all been working on it, and Luca, after being comforted, managed to remember this important goal. While they might be able to do this next year, that would be a big loss and a major disappointment for everyone.

But to do this, they must first be allowed to leave the medical bay.

Not exactly easy, given that the parents were now hovering like anxious hawks, deeply worried about every single one of them.

They know, because they tried asking.

But the little guide was desperate enough to remember a few items that might help convince them—a handful of small pills he’d been working on.

"Mom, I think I have a way to ensure we’re in great shape."

"?"

"D-29 and the Elders once said that these healing pills work much faster than the medical pod for internal injuries," he chirped softly, offering them forward.

"And these should be helpful for both of you who sparred earlier." He turned, cheeks faintly flushed, as he handed healing and spiritual recovery pills to Xavier and his mom while his good brother Ollie got a healing pill.

"I think they shouldn’t sting anymore..." he looked sheepishly at the prince as he recalled that brush with death. Hopefully, they should now be used to this much spiritual energy and shouldn’t be shocked early into the afterlife.

Duchess Amelia raised a skeptical brow at first, folding her arms. Her most notable memory of this was how they were raving about the revive pill that became Cece’s last hope. And while she was sure that was effective considering the dwarf’s survival, she couldn’t help but have her doubts.

Especially because she learned how Luca initially learned pill-making from those cretins in Tesseris.

"Rest is still important, Luca. We can handle the rest. You don’t need to—"

But Luca’s hopeful eyes gleamed up at her. "Mom, please! Just try it first...!"

Now, how would it be possible to say no to that face and those eyes? Not to mention her husband was looking at her like she’d committed a crime by not giving in right away!

"..."

So, sighing softly, the Duchess relented and tried the pill for the sake of her sanity.

But it only took seconds.

Her eyes widened slightly as the subtle pulse of energy began coursing through her system, washing away lingering aches with astonishing speed.

And that was only the healing pill.

For a moment, the duchess was afraid to try the spiritual recovery pill because the name alone was so alarming and game-changing that it felt like sacrilege.

And it was, but maybe that was because she didn’t get to experience it like the rest of them who took it without being used to the amount of spiritual energy.

Then maybe she would associate it more with the feeling of exorcism, just like Xavier, who just decided to trust his wife, like always.

Worst case scenario, someone was likely going to use a revive pill on him.

But surprisingly, it felt similar to the healing pill, and searing pain didn’t come, just as Luca said.

"Thank you," said the prince, who appreciated the painless gesture, especially since he could directly compare this with the medical pod.

And if he could tell, surely the duchess could.

The conflicted mother turned slowly and regretfully.

"I...must inform you all," she murmured, her voice half-resigned, half-impressed, "that these pills are...exceptionally potent."