The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 427

Chapter 427: Eyes

They were all staring at Luca before their gazes shifted, like synchronized sensors, to the student who had shouted out the all-out duel.

That false bravado that filled his chest deflated faster than a popped balloon.

He hadn’t meant for that to be traced back to him. He just thought he’d throw out a taunt. A spark. Not to become the bonfire.

But everyone knew. They all knew.

His knees clanked together, the sound oddly loud in the hush that followed.

And just when he thought he might pass out—

DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

The Academy’s bell chimed across the training field, a surprisingly cheerful sound that clashed with the demolished wall and the heavy silence around it.

Saved by the bell.

Instructor Falco, who really needed to take medication for this, cleared his throat.

"That’s lunch. You’re dismissed. We reconvene for piloting classes after the break."

Luca, too, exhaled in visible relief. He didn’t get an answer, which probably meant that it was a bad idea to end up in that kind of duel.

But what those who were suddenly saved didn’t expect was for Luca to turn back toward them, hand raised like he’d just remembered something. "Oh! For the ones who wanted to duel, would you maybe prefer using mechas instead?"

He tilted his head, tone as innocent as if he were offering snacks. "It sounds safer, right? Lesser chances of losing a limb or something..."

But mostly, Luca thought that if they were to do it this way, then maybe he could even gain something from it. Like maybe another mecha design or a new way to build components based on these people’s mechas!

Silence.

Then—vanishing.

The hecklers disappeared faster than the arrival of all those gossipers.

It was almost impressive. And the poor cadet just blinked at the sudden exit of some of his classmates.

But how could they not escape? Thought Kyle, who just grimaced at the underestimation that really could’ve killed them, and Luca, who would then be sad because he’d have to shell out 50,000 CP for each imbecile that would challenge him.

They had been so confident just minutes ago. Physical combat? Sure. Luca looked puny. Probably breakable. But piloting?

That was different.

Mecha combat meant gear.

And Luca? Luca had gear.

No one wanted to go up against someone whose family could definitely afford a great mecha, not to mention that terrifyingly efficient dismantling record, and a history of not letting even teachers pass.

It wouldn’t be a playing field. It would be a graveyard.

Noah scoffed, watching their backs retreat.

"Hypocrites," he muttered. "Real brave until they lose the advantage. But they were totally fine instigating close combat duels because they think they’d win..."

It was such a shame, though, because Luca would’ve been able to silence all these naysayers had they actually pushed through with it.

But that might not be for the best. For if even he, who wasn’t exactly versed in anything political, noticed, then Xavier had probably picked up on it too.

And Noah was right. For the prince had mentally noted down the analytical gazes of the other rankers.

The twins had been eyeing his little chipmunk like they’d wanted to dissect him since he started materializing a weapon. While that Vantari kid had a perplexed look on his face as he watched the entire thing.

After all, these individuals likely had an inkling that members of DG weren’t energy-deprived, given how much their own parents had been visiting their facility.

And while they did have an NDA in place, they weren’t exactly keeping all the news about the spiritual energy in that place a secret.

"Did he say eat?"