The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 570

Chapter 570: Marked for Improvement

Luca had very clear plans.

He was going to make a bigger suit for proper testing.

Because if it were bigger and fit someone else, wouldn’t they be able to collect data from two pilots at once?

He’d been determined.

Really determined.

But determination meant nothing when the inventor could barely make it to the hangar without biting back a sound.

Surprisingly, breakfast that morning had been... normal.

Xavier had even advised him to only put the suit on after eating. "That way," he’d said with calm certainty, "you’ll at least get a good meal in."

So Luca had eaten.

He’d chatted with his parents about his newest news—that the piglets and goat kids would be born soon.

That announcement had sparked more excitement than he expected. Jax had practically begged to camp out near the barns, claiming he needed to be there "for moral support" because he was worried for the mothers.

A certain blonde, on the other hand, had been given permission to take a short break from biomecha building so he could help with the animal births. "It’s a rare learning opportunity," Luca told him gravely, conveniently not noticing Ollie’s muttered prayers (and cries) for his safety and sanity. But the vacation was a welcome break when his boyfriend had just come back from a very long absence.

That left the hangar blissfully quiet.

Only Luca and one other mecha pilot were using the space that day. The pilot in question had been very enthusiastic about the trials.

The now-licensed mechanic, however, had been trying to ignore his own... situation... all day. He had work to do. He had been working. He was diligent.

But every time he bent down to adjust something, his face would heat and his breathing would quicken.

By the time Xavier arrived after his own training, Luca’s back straightened on instinct.

"Sid, D-29, training time," he announced quickly, already moving as if motion alone could disguise him.

Xavier followed with a look that lingered far too long for comfort, his voice deceptively casual as he addressed the biomechas. "New arrangement today."

D-29’s prompt appeared like a panicked statement. "Benefactor, what arrangement?"

"You’ll be training with Sid," Xavier said smoothly.

"Negative, benefactor," D-29 prompted instantly. "Sid’s a tyrant."

"That’s a shame," Xavier sighed as though truly disappointed. "Especially since I just found some rare work from a different planet. Thought you might like to see them. But I suppose not."

That caught the little system’s attention immediately. "What kind of work?"

"Ones even Sid hasn’t seen in a long time," Xavier replied, watching D-29’s processing light flicker rapidly. "I figured such materials would have cultural benefit... maybe a few things I thought you could use. But no matter."

D-29 pinged. "Wait, benefactor. You can’t just mention that and not show me!"

"Sid has them," Xavier said simply. "If you train together, maybe he’ll share."

"Sid!" D-29, who had abandoned his mecha form earlier upon the entrance of Xavier, suddenly returned and zipped over to the other biomecha with unexpected speed. "Let’s go. We don’t have time to waste."

Sid, the dignified guardian mecha, turned to give a proper farewell to his masters. "I’ll return him to you in one piece, Little Master."

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