Chapter 493: Discovered

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Chapter 493 of "The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]" opens with dynamic events: Chapter 493: Discovered Heck, at least he was getting a nibble. But the same couldn’t be said... Read on for more!

Chapter 493: Discovered Heck, at least he was getting a nibble. But the same couldn’t be said for a certain princess who not only had nothing to nibble on but was also about to lose access to the entire restaurant. Stressed beyond reason, Princess Kira lay on her back, two sad slices of cucumber slapped over her eyes. Luca had recommended it, saying he "heard" it worked for destressing. And maybe that was true, but it seems like it only worked if you didn’t eat a chunk of the cucumber slices halfway through relaxing. But how could she not? There was food. Right there. On her face. Mocking her. And that felt even more distressing than her impending doom. So instant gratification it was. This way, she could just save her energy for the bigger problems. And maybe that was the issue here. Maybe she’d jinxed herself. Because just as she readjusted her position and almost convinced herself to relax— BANG! Ada burst through the door like a comet, screeching: "Your Highness! We have an EMERGENCY!" Oh no. Oh no no no no no. This was not just an emergency. This was catastrophic. Because. Her dear, beloved Daddy had finally found out. Found out about her missing fiancé. Found out how the jilted Orc Princess Tharkira Zulgara had supposedly stayed behind to pine for him. And worse—worse!—she ended up sounding all so miserable! So now he was in the capital, specifically at the Imperial Palace, to demand suitable compensation. Her compensation?! But who on Solara would compensate for her love life?! Kira stomped back and forth, her boots making the rocks on the ground bounce with every step. Ollie had to be carried out for his own safety because nothing on the ground stayed still anymore. She was fuming. Absolutely livid. Because, according to her father’s messengers, the story they’d heard made it sound like she’d been here all this time, crying her heart out over her missing bunbun. Okay. Fine. She had cried. But not every day! And recently, it hasn’t even been every other day! It hasn’t even been that frequent anymore! And what was that?! She certainly wasn’t wandering the streets like a lost puppy looking for replacements! She was loyal! ...Okay. So maybe she’d thought about it. And maybe she’d checked a few profiles. And maybe she’d had that minor, fleeting crush on the fruit vendor...which would’ve been so awkward, since that was apparently Luca, who was already married. Ehem. So that’s a no. But that wasn’t the point. The point was— Her Daddy. Was now. Standing in the Imperial Palace. Demanding compensation. And what kind of compensation?! Kira had, since earlier, given in to anger and had eaten the remaining half of the cucumber slices. So now she was free to voice out her displeasure. "A marriage," she snarled, "to the Imperial Crown Prince?!" Her voice cracked at the end as her eye twitched violently. "What kind of crap was that about?!" she yelled, throwing her hands in the air. Ada, wisely, said nothing. Because frankly? She agreed. What kind of fart was that?! Colossal. So colossal, in fact, that even the actual Imperial Crown Prince, who’d been quietly listening to Princess Kira’s outburst, raised an eyebrow. But surprisingly? The one who seemed most shocked...was the little wife. Luca. Just earlier, he’d been downright cheerful—glowing even—because after nearly five grueling days in the dungeon-linked space, the mechanics had finally managed to make and polish a component that actually passed his standards. It was a defining moment. Ollie’s strategy had finally reached Luca’s ears. And the results proved it worked. To make it easier for everyone, Luca even prepared a quick visual guide for each component. Nothing detailed, after all, they didn’t have that much time, but clear enough to show what "perfect" looked like every time. By this morning, mechanics were actually replicating parts at a consistent quality. So naturally, Luca and Ollie thought they’d finally earned a small break. Only to be swept into a makeshift meeting place and slammed with news so shocking, it nearly made Luca faint. And left Ollie staring at Xavier with an accusatory look. Granted, he was only 99% sure Xavier was the Crown Prince...but that was enough. Meanwhile, Princess Kira, standing at the center of all this chaos, completely misread the mood. She caught Luca’s stunned expression and gasped, feeling touched. "Oh, Luca! You care about me that much?! Don’t worry!" she declared dramatically, hand on her chest. "There’s no way I’d agree to marry someone I don’t even know! I’m going to marry for love!" Her voice rose with conviction. "And what if the prince isn’t even decent?!" she added, scandalized, as if imagining a blank face on a walking toothpick as a possible candidate for herself. Luca, however, heard nothing beyond the words "betrothal". His face paled. His stomach churned. And the little chipmunk genuinely thought he might throw up. Xavier didn’t even hesitate. He simply scooped Luca up in his arms and said in a calm, even tone: "We’ll go first. Luca doesn’t look well." No one dared stop him. Not when he looked that serious. Kira, however, still oblivious, nodded in sympathy and announced, "We’ll go back too. Ada! We have to find out what else happened when Father started causing a scene!" Ada quietly followed, muttering something about surprise attacks. Kyle, on the other hand, didn’t follow. Because he already knew exactly what he needed to do. He was going to find Killian. And politely ask him— —just how deep he wanted his grave to be dug. Definitely deeper. It better be deeper than the location of their ancestors’ remains. Because if Chief of Staff Killian had to join them for the long haul, he better make sure he was far deeper in the family tomb, just in case the ancestors came after him, too. For right now, the ever-upright official stood stiffly in place, while lying through his teeth. And his father, Minister Nox, was already staring at him like he’d sprouted a second head. If only he had. At least then, he could blame it all on the other one. But no. Right now, all he had was himself and his anger about continuously getting roped into other people’s marital problems. Fuck, to think he had remained single for this very reason!

Chapter 493: Discovered

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