The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503: Parental Worries

But did she really know?

Did she know how worried he had been the entire time she was away?

She was gone.

King Garick gritted his teeth as their blows clashed again, a sharp shockwave tearing through the arena floor.

Garick felt it immediately: the air thickening with a surge of spiritual energy, unlike anything she had shown before.

But his musings were cut short, for suddenly, she shifted.

With a sharp cry, she gathered her energy, molding it into shape—a great axe materializing in her hands, the blade gleaming with pure force.

"Stop it, Father! That’s our guild leader, and he’s a very important person!"

But before he could say anything, Kira’s sharp voice cut through the tension.

His eyes widened in shock, realizing too late it was a feint.

The words were wrong...and yet so right on so many levels that the other guild members could only stare in awe, flinching at every syllable.

"Luca! You don’t have to—"

And this was the scene Luca and the others stumbled upon when they rushed in to support her.

But...

Her breathing was steady. Her form, flawless.

A whisper of spiritual energy flared behind him.

He still couldn’t bring himself to allow her to stay.

Kira knew, too. She knew her father wasn’t scared of her ability to fight. No, it was because of her tender heart that he was acting this way.

Well...all except Luca and Jax, who actually nodded in agreement. To them, her description of her luscious crimson hair and her glowing skin was nothing but the truth.

Standing at his back, her axe raised high, poised at a deadly angle that would have ended the match then and there.

And probably not until she found herself in that same position one day.

"Then...would it help if we got tested? For our strength?"

But for now, he should be fine.

The words were humble. Polite.

How hard could that be?

Her technique was sharper than ever. Her footing solid. Her strikes were so much more relentless than before.

What parent would ever wish those kinds of mistakes on their child?

He didn’t want her to experience what his sister had endured. View the correct content at fr\eewe.bn(o)v\el.c(o)m

And, as the universe would soon know, infamous.

When the others were finally ushered outside to wait by the arena, Luca stayed behind. He turned to the King, bowed respectfully, and said in a clear, steady voice:

But Ada—Ada understood. Technically, her boss had won this match and could now demand her freedom. So the King was really only left with this...undignified option.

Probably not.

What they got was...King Garick clinging desperately to his daughter’s towering legs, practically sobbing as he rattled off all the horrible things that could happen to her.

He barely had time to process it before Kira huffed, her lips quirking faintly into a confident smirk.

He stared at the boy, dumbfounded. Either this human was overestimating himself wildly, or he simply had no idea what that entailed.

Especially when some wounds weren’t the kind that a potion could heal.

The room quieted. And a few cadets weren’t sure about this "Don’t worry," that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The clang of spiritual weapons rang out as father and daughter continued their spar.

"If there’s anything we can do as her friends to reassure you she’ll be cared for properly, please tell us."

Because she stood there proudly, smiled, and said:

He knew. Orcs could only improve through fighting. Through hardship. Through mistakes.

Even Kira’s eyes widened as she tried to dissuade him, stepping forward quickly.

That was still what he wanted.

How humans were terrible for her skin.

Yet it was Kira’s response that left the King utterly speechless.

Yes. Tender.

Did she understand the kind of rage and pain that came from imagining his treasured child abandoned, dismissed, and left vulnerable in a place that didn’t see her worth?

And in that moment, even Garick couldn’t deny it—

Or so he thought.

And when he spun, there she was.

Their original plan had been to return home. To keep her safe, where she belonged. He had even consented to her taking a human as her spouse, provided they were under his wing, somewhere he could ensure she wouldn’t suffer the same fate.

Garick felt his chest tighten, not just with strain but with something heavier, as he met his daughter’s unflinching gaze.

He sniffed disdainfully, as though even entertaining this conversation was already generous of him.

His daughter had won.

How she’d suffer without proper servants.

Even now, he could still see his little sister’s smile, bright but hollow, before she had fallen to the false promises of a human who had never intended to protect her.

The growl died in the King’s throat, but he still pouted—an impressive feat for someone his size. In his mind, this vile little human must have somehow beguiled his daughter. He was just about to say as much when Xavier strode into the room like he owned it, wrapped an arm around Luca’s waist, and simply looked at the Orc King.

Did she know what it felt like to stand helpless, knowing that the one you had protected since the moment she was born was being mistreated somewhere beyond your reach?

Nothing.

Kira was stronger now. He knew that, and he underestimated her. But...

The onlookers froze in horrified silence. None of them had expected this kind of groveling reaction from the Orc King.

They expected carnage. Tension. Drama.

The King froze mid-sniff.

She had died for it.

"..."

How, despite the benefits, she even had to work! And she was a princess—his princess!

"It’s fine. Don’t worry."

Because they were the famous last words spoken in that room before the arena exploded.