The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566: The Space Between Us

But who would have thought his brilliant sun would start hiding like this?

Inside a hideout he had carved out for himself, a little chipmunk sat with his legs curled against his chest, cheeks puffed as he hid from the world.

Although more than hiding from everyone else, it would’ve been best if he could hide from himself, his thoughts, and his desires.

All because, outside the dungeon, nearly a week had passed since Xavier’s departure.

And for Luca, who had been cooped up in the dungeon space to finish everything he was in charge of, that might as well have been ages.

Outside the dungeon space, it had been a month since the selection of the biomecha pilots and about two weeks since the first biomecha was completed.

And while Luca had since finished six more biomechas inside the dungeon space—a feat that would have made anyone else weep—this now licensed mechanic couldn’t have looked more forlorn.

It was largely because he hadn’t expected how all the past events would affect Xavier.

Yes, because who could have predicted that kind of chain reaction?

Well, apparently Xavier.

Who volunteered to work because he had already figured that something like this would happen.

For one, each of the mecha masters had to be safely returned to their respective planets. And unbeknownst to Luca, that job had fallen to Xavier and Kyle, together with the imperial shadows.

Apparently, such a historic gathering hadn’t only drawn the attention of common citizens but also of several syndicates.

It was then that Luca realized just how many things were being quietly handled in the background.

But at least, even with all that, he was still able to see Xavier’s face.

Until he jinxed himself.

Because not even a few days later, Xavier had volunteered to accompany the Duke and Duchess to attend a series of meetings with the Marshal, as the representative of DG in place of Luca, who had an impossible schedule.

And when the Marshal insisted on visiting the facility in person, Xavier had to go along with them.

Again.

Thus began the excruciating days where all Jax could hear were the sighs of two shorties who had been dreadfully left behind.

Well, one of them had tears, too. Lots of them. Especially when he tried making parts of a biomecha for the first time.

"Brother, when do you think they’d return?" asked the blonde, who now looked so pale he could blend into the walls.

"I’m not so sure, brother. All I know is they’ve finally agreed on the essential stipulations after nearly a full day of negotiations," Luca sighed. "It sounds like some of them insisted on verifying legitimacy before signing the non-disclosure."

Ollie’s brows furrowed. "Maybe we should’ve just used thorns on them. Would’ve saved us some time."

Luca seriously considered it.

But then he imagined how many people they’d have to make contracts with and how much paperwork that would involve. Not to mention how stabbing potential allies might lead to unnecessary conflicts.

Still, on days like this, it was hard not to spiral.

"Then... do you think they’ll at least be back before the piggies give birth?" Ollie asked, casting a mournful glance toward the barn, where the sows were about to pop.

Jax, who had been eavesdropping from the corner, piped in with a smirk. "Don’t worry, your man isn’t the type to miss the birth of his own child. If you two ever had one, he’d probably move his entire office into the reception room."

Ollie flushed and immediately began flailing.

That earned Jax a solid smack to the back of the head.

Meanwhile, Luca wasn’t thinking about piglets or imaginary children. He was thinking about Xavier. About how his husband had reassured him that everything would be fine.

They likely had different concerns, however. Because while Luca was worried about peace talks and delegation terms, Xavier’s top concern was probably something simpler:

Making it back in one piece.

Because he had willingly come along with his in-laws.

And that, truly, was the real trial of the trip.

They said the way to a person’s heart was through their stomach. But for Duke Leander, the way to his heart was his son.

Used wisely, this could unlock great affection.

Used poorly, it led directly to doom.

Xavier wasn’t in a rush. He understood well that only with cooperation and reassurance could any future be guaranteed.

Or, alternatively, a mutual enemy.

Which, in this case, worked even better.

Because one well-meaning but utterly foolish officer thought it was a good idea to "lighten the mood" by attempting to knock Xavier and Kyle out of their chairs during the negotiations. Apparently, there was no need for such youngsters who were still wet behind the ears to participate.

It was not well received.

Duke Leander may have once seen Xavier as a threat, but now that threat was certainly tied to his son.

And the moment someone suggested removing both cadets from the negotiating table entirely, the Duke turned into a different kind of beast.

He stared Marshal Julian down and demanded, "Marshal, does that man speak for you? Or the entire military?"

Nor did he expect the Duchess to immediately pounce on the opportunity and twist the incident to her favor. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

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