The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: Definitive Diagnosis

Princess Kira was an orc, after all. And while the sudden change may have escaped Ada, she, who could control the wind, could tell when the air became a mix of scents.

It’s just that the princess did not expect to witness an exciting scene. Her only regret was not having her terminal ready, because clearly, a scene worth capturing was about to unfold.

For when Luca decides to do something, he doesn’t exactly wait. And so the little man bowed to thank her before bolting out to look for Xavier.

Normally, he’d teleport, but he had been asked to avoid it because the prince was spending most of his time sparring, and what would happen if he accidentally teleported while he was in the middle of a fight?

It was just that Luca, who surprised the princess who was about to warn him about the door, didn’t expect to collide with a hard wall the moment the sliding doors opened.

Wham!

It was a direct hit. He collided face-first into a solid chest, the impact making a muffled ’thud!’ as he bounced off slightly, dazed.

For a split second, he was disoriented. Strong hands instinctively reached out, steadying him by his shoulders.

Huh? Strong hands?

Luca blinked, looking up, and immediately froze.

Because right above him, wearing a look of surprise, was none other than the prince himself.

"!"

"X-Xavier?" He stammered, eyes wide as dinner plates. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

"Luca," replied the wall calmly, though his own heartbeat had momentarily gone haywire. He hadn’t expected this either, having stood awkwardly outside, debating how long to wait and hearing things he probably shouldn’t have.

Behind them, Princess Kira’s delighted squeal was barely muffled behind her hands.

"Oh, this is even better than the books!" she whispered loudly to Ada, who was suddenly very interested in the floor tiles.

Luca felt his cheeks ignite with embarrassment. His heart began racing again—faster now—as his brain realized that he hadn’t thought of what to do once he met up with Xavier!

His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out. Heat rushed to his cheeks, ears, and neck—until his entire body felt overheated.

Still, the golden-eyed lad couldn’t say a thing!

Xavier watched him quietly, quickly recognizing the symptoms of a Luca-style emotional overload, and knew he needed to give him a moment before they could even attempt to talk.

So the prince glanced past Luca at the stunned but eagerly grinning princess and the politely fascinated Ada.

"Princess, Ada," Xavier began calmly, shifting his grip slightly on the dazed guide who was now practically melting. "If anyone comes looking for Luca, please let them know I borrowed him for a bit."

Princess Kira almost squeaked in delight. "HAHAHA! Borrow away!"

Ada nodded respectfully as she hoped for the best. "We’ll let them know."

Satisfied, Xavier gently teleported Luca away from the scene, carefully landing with his flustered wife in their dorm room.

The trip felt both impossibly short and excruciatingly long for Luca, who found his brain short-circuiting repeatedly. Xavier’s arm was around him—cool, firm, comforting, and yet also terrifying, because he didn’t know what he was supposed to do or say once they returned to their room.

But really, it was barely a blink, and in no time, the two found themselves inside their small room’s very familiar closed doors.

However, what surprised Luca was how, instead of having to think of something to say, the prince actually spoke up first.

"Luca," Xavier began softly, his hold loosening as he tried looking for Luca’s face that had since been squished against his chest. "I should apologize first."

"Huh? For what?" asked the blinking shorty, whose initial embarrassment had turned into confusion.

Xavier hesitated briefly, cheeks coloring ever so faintly. "I overheard part of your conversation with Princess Kira. I didn’t mean to—but when I teleported in, I landed exactly at the moment you said you thought you were dying."

Technically, he could pretend that didn’t happen, but he didn’t want to violate Luca’s privacy like this. Not when it seemed like it had really been affecting his little chipmunk for a while now.

The little guide stared up at him, frozen for a heartbeat before his eyes grew wide with realization and horror.

"You-you heard everything?" he squeaked, voice barely audible.

"Not exactly," Xavier admitted softly, gently squeezing his shoulders. "But from that point onward...I had heard things."

A flurry of emotions raced across Luca’s face—shock first, then deep embarrassment that had his entire body burning once more. But soon, something unexpected replaced embarrassment: fear.

It wasn’t logical; he wasn’t sure why he felt it, but it bubbled up abruptly. A sudden panic flickered in his golden eyes, his heart picking up speed until he felt dizzy.

The mountain giant immediately sensed the shift, watching Luca’s expression carefully.

"Luca?" he asked quietly, worried. "Are you alright?"

But the guide’s knees just wobbled slightly in response.

Without hesitation, Xavier gently lifted the heaving guide, who was still weak-kneed and overheating, and carried him smoothly toward their bed as the little chipmunk clung onto him instinctively, fingers gripping his uniform like a lifeline.

The prince carefully sat on the bed, bringing Luca to settle comfortably against him.

"Breathe with me," he murmured softly, his voice a calming anchor as he slowly began patting and rubbing Luca’s back, helping the rhythm of his breathing return. "Just like that. Slow breaths."

The little guide tried to follow Xavier’s instructions, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow down with every gentle circle that was traced on his back. He clung to him tighter, letting out a long sigh as his panic subsided into a quieter, manageable embarrassment.

After a long moment, Xavier’s calm voice broke the silence. "Feeling a little better?"

"Hm...Y-yeah...thank you."

"You’re welcome," replied the prince, whose hand did not pause in its comforting motions. He stayed quiet, patiently waiting, knowing that Luca needed to gather himself before he could speak.

Finally, the drooping golden dragon lifted his head slowly, his expression timid and somewhat pitiful, eyes large with uncertainty.

"Xavier, I...I’m not sure how to say it," he began, stumbling slightly over his words. "I’m sorry, it’s all so confusing. I just—"

Huh?

Ba-dump!

Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

A crush? He has a crush?