The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 426

Chapter 426: Mic Drop

Ideally, the narrative would have played out like a dramatic blockbuster—lights flaring, explosions booming in slow motion—as a student who had once faced ridicule was finally bathed in the spotlight, with everyone watching in stunned silence.

In fact, if anyone was interested, D-29 thought that it should’ve been the kind of scene where the music swelled, the camera zoomed in, and the screen froze on the hero’s smirk as the tension built up to an uncontrollable degree.

But all there really was for someone was the tension.

A tension so palpable he was close to snapping.

Luca was mortified.

The little money-grubber who would count their gains and losses when doing anything just blew up an entire wall, and it was now more open than the wormhole that the pirates used to invade the commuter ship.

The weather outside was nice, but every breeze that wisped past him had his heart sinking and his pulse rising as he realized what had just happened.

He seriously just blew up an entire wall to smithereens.

Poof, kablam, kaboom. Gone.

And he was pretty sure that it went beyond the targets they could destroy in the name of training.

Oh, he was so screwed.

And D-29? The little system had decided to pause the calculation of damages and instead focused on documenting all of it in case someone decided to add more structural damage.

The host might not be able to take it if they had to pay for damage they didn’t cause. But when the host’s vitals suddenly tanked, D-29 almost jumped out of the space button if not for the benefactor who had come forward to assist in damage control.

Xavier had a feeling that something like this would happen.

While he didn’t exactly expect Luca to do that, it was likely that his little wife had forgotten that this training hall wasn’t like the one they had back in the space, which would just absorb the damage as if it were some sort of battery.

So he decided to deal with the wall, the instructor, and definitely with his little chipmunk, who had probably imagined all the worst possible outcomes.

"Instructor Falco, apologies for the wall. We’ll compensate for it and have it fixed today. It’s been a while since he’s had to severely restrict himself when training, so there’s minor damage." _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

Xavier was calm and collected as he spoke with his head turned toward the instructor while his body continued shielding Luca, who almost stuck himself against his husband.

"Is it going to be expensive?" Luca asked, voice trembling, eyes wide, clearly on the verge of tears.

"No," Xavier replied gently, one hand ruffling Luca’s hair in a soothing motion. "It’d just be like getting a snack, I promise."

"...Like a big snack?" Luca tried.

"Hmm. More like a cookie," Xavier said, tilting his head to the side. It wasn’t even a lie. After all, each of Luca’s cookies could really pay off a few of these walls.

Luca blinked up at him, lower lip still quivering. But he nodded.

Everyone else, however, had enhanced hearing.

They heard the absolute lies (not) being whispered like sweet nothings.

And the dog food.

Force-fed.

Kyle sighed, feeling his soul deflate. Even in training, it was really impossible to escape this level of domestic delusion.

He turned to Jax, who just shrugged and started wondering what other weapons they could form, considering how something like that actually worked pretty well.

"..."

Clearly, with friends like these, the odds weren’t looking so good for Kyle’s sanity.

But the wall? That could be fixed.

However, he was also part of the problem, as he only thought about the wall and dog food like someone with a skewed sense of priority.

But what could he do when he’s seen this and more from Luca?

Because to everyone else, they were still stuck hearing the boom, with many still shaking their heads to regain their senses.

While the rest were stuck gaping at the couple who looked like they were standing in the background of some ruins or post-apocalyptic disaster scene, as more and more students trickled in from all corners of the Academy.

"Was it an attack?" someone asked.

"Did someone bomb the training field?"

"Are we under siege?!"

The rumors spread like wildfire.

And the forums—oh, the forums. They exploded. Figuratively. Not literally. (Although if you’d seen the wall, you’d be forgiven for confusing the two.)

Posts came in faster than auto-refresh could load.

[Thread: Wall Blown Open – Was It a Mecha Cannon?!]

[I saw two people in the crater! THEY WERE HUGGING! Who hugs in a crater?!]

[There was a crater??? I thought it was a wall?!]

[A small one. But instead of that, we should really focus on the more important questions, like what kind of couple goals is this?!]

[WAIT. Was that our school’s top student? And the school’s flower vase?!]

[Wake up, upstairs commenter, what flower vase, when it was he who allegedly blew up the wall!]

Meanwhile, in a classroom not too far away, a certain mechanic who was not paying attention to his lecture had taken full advantage of the chaos to sneak a peek at his terminal.

Ollie.

He had hoped—prayed—that maybe, just maybe, the loud boom earlier meant something.

Like, say, a gas leak.

Something that could delay exams.

He didn’t expect what he saw.