The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563: The Question

Far from the crowded arena used earlier, the venue for the next demonstration was much smaller.

And yet, somehow, it felt even livelier.

Maybe it was because every single person present had the same gleam in their eyes—the kind that only came from discovering something new. Or maybe it was because every few seconds, someone shouted, gasped, or muttered "impossible" under their breath.

"Wait a minute," someone blurted. "You’re saying the whole thing can be disassembled and reassembled?"

"By itself?" another added, their voice nearly cracking from the pitch.

"Ideally, Master," Luca replied patiently. "But essentially, it’s designed so that the major parts can be replaced even in the field. Because how could it repair other mechas if it gets bogged down first?"

A wave of murmurs rippled through the crowd. A few heads turned. Some scoffed. Others leaned in.

In a way, Luca expected this kind of resistance after learning that not all the masters were associated with the military.

Initially, they were required by law, but ultimately, most opted for private practice. And so, to them, this sounded counterproductive and even bad for business, as D-29 pointed out before.

One older mechanic adjusted his glasses and frowned. "But why? Wouldn’t it be better if it were repaired by professionals?"

"Ah, definitely, Master," Luca nodded. "That would be ideal. But for soldiers in active duty, especially those stationed deep in hard-to-reach areas, that’s basically a luxury."

Even more murmurs followed, this time mixed with a few sharp inhales and one audible "oh."

Luca continued. "The support mecha was something I thought of after hearing stories from several soldiers."

He looked at the curious crowd.

"All those almost successful battles. The ones that could have been victories. The lives that could’ve been saved if they just had a way to escape, or prevent contamination in time."

That silenced the room.

Completely.

Then came his quiet, firm statement:

"That’s the goal of this build."

He looked back toward the utility mecha and raised his hand slightly, as if presenting it.

"On-site repair, replacement, and rescue."

The mechanics and military officials stared at the mecha as if it had just started glowing.

Luca smiled but didn’t let it distract him.

"For minor damages," he explained, "there would be no need to return to the battleship or a temporary base. The mecha itself can patch it up and stay on the field."

Another round of quiet awe followed.

"Because of how corruption works, battleships can’t land in contaminated zones without risking exposure. Bringing a corrupted mecha or component back to a safe planet could also compromise everything."

A young officer nodded seriously, while another tapped furiously at their tablet to take notes.

"And when a mecha isn’t flight-worthy anymore, returning becomes almost impossible. In especially contaminated zones, this means pilots can’t escape."

Someone sucked in a breath.

"But what if that wasn’t such a problem anymore?" Luca asked. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"What if the mecha could fix itself or its allies just enough to make it back?"

That earned several impressed nods. A few mechanics exchanged stunned glances.

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