The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Luxury
It was a tiring day.

And that’s putting it lightly.

Today was emotionally overwhelming, and for many of these people, it likely marked the first time they’ve cried in a long while.

And while their outbursts were primarily due to joy, relief, and hope, this didn’t change how people felt spent after today.

To think they haven’t even spent that long inside the space, which was something they would eventually realize once they got out.

People were working while their eyes were bugged out, but at least they were smiling.

It was just comical, but who wouldn’t find everything amusing when many of them had just been told they’d been cleansed of contamination after waking up in the sick bed?

These “punished” soldiers had no place to vent and could only cry, laugh, or both. They didn’t think their life concerns would be solved just by attending a banquet.

And so they were re-animated with extreme passion as they worked around the space, following instructions on how to harvest properly and prepare the land for planting.

This was especially true when Luca decided to double the farmlands, considering the purpose of this space and the slower growth rate.

That was another 60,000 CP in upgrades, but with 54 people contributing to the little golden dragon’s cause, this was still going to leave them 272,100 CP.

A calming number.

And maybe it was this calming number or the fact that Luca had worked to set up beast-feeding stations that got him into a state of sleepiness.

However, if one particular Prince was asked, the little heir’s social battery likely crashed first.

While Luca was used to working long hours, his little chipmunk’s crashing point was usually related to how emotionally spent he was.

And with today’s rollercoaster, he might have been drained dry.

So, it wasn’t long before Xavier found him curled up beneath a tree while dozing away like a content animal.

The slightly parted lips, the peaceful rise and fall of his chest, and those brows that weren’t knitted despite sleeping on this hard ground were a stark contrast to the flurry of responsibilities from just moments ago.

And, of course, the Prince reported this to the Duke. While everyone else may be running on more adrenaline than ever, Luca hadn’t had years to rest.

“Your Grace, Luca fell asleep by the tree.”

The Duke stopped his work and asked to be brought to his precious son, who really was undisturbed while curled up like that.

And Luca became the timepiece to declare today’s workday as over.

Yes, they could’ve continued.

But if they did and the little guy found out he had been the only one sleeping, he’d likely feel bad about himself.

For Luca was that kind of person. And it was also the Duke’s negligence for not remembering how the place had no cabins for people to rest in.

And so, this crucial information was noted and quickly added to the agenda: A proper resting place.

This was for his son and everyone, but really, it was mostly for his son. These brutes should be able to survive by sleeping by some rock if his son was out here sleeping on hard ground.

And this was basically D-29’s explanation of how Luca found himself waking up in a room that was both unknown yet strangely familiar.

The bed beneath him was too soft—not the firm, makeshift bedding he’d grown used to. And the air smelled of faint incense, the kind that left a lingering warmth in the chest.

But what mostly gave it all away were those velvet drapes.

Deep crimson, with gold embroidery winding across the fabric like creeping vines.

They did not sway, not even with the subtle breeze that drifted through the ornate windows. It was as if they belonged in a portrait, forever still.

But that was only in his memories, for these drapes didn’t look so still now that he was sitting up.

Luca blinked as his behind sunk further into the absurdly luxurious bed.

“You’re saying this is my room, D-29?”

“Yes, Host. You were brought here by the Duke, and I was told by your very tall Husband that I must inform you once you wake up.”

Xavier knew the possibility that Luca might be uncomfortable waking up in some unfamiliar room. It was a guess, with how the little chipmunk hated being incarcerated.

And the guess was correct.

For Luca had been tense the moment, he woke up until D-29 went on a barrage to inform him of his location.

He was still in the Duchy, and this was ideally his room.

The normally poor person could not really make sense of it, for wherever he looked, he was being slapped with signs of wealth.

Well, he wasn’t sure and was frankly afraid of asking D-29 to scan the room’s material makeup just in case it told him that the items were too expensive to use.

And it was a good decision, or the little heir may have not even brushed his teeth in fear of the decorated glass.

It was just that the room also couldn’t be said to not be his when there were pictures of him.

Well, it was him as an adult and, ideally, him as a child.

Which D-29 took photos of. For reference.

At the same time, the little system decided to distract the Host with one other important tidbit left to him.

“Host, beside you are pajamas to change into after your bath.” Mentioned the little system, who imitated the Butlers in the dramas.

Luca twisted around, his eyes falling on the silk garments neatly folded by the bedside.

The fabric shimmered faintly in the dim light. It was soft and smooth, almost liquid. Embroidered golden threads traced patterns along the sleeves and hem.

“Is this how the rich sleep?” Asked the heir, who scrutinized the clothes from the side.

Apparently so, for after taking a bath in an equally shocking bathroom, Luca slipped into the golden pajamas.

It was as ridiculous as he’d expected. The silk clung to his skin, cool and smooth, almost like wearing a second layer of air.

But it was strangely comfortable.

However, it was just that, for the little golden corn could not sleep a wink.

Luca stared off at the ceiling, his photos, and the darkening view outside and could not get back to sleep.

Nothing.

“Master.” It was Sid this time.

“Is there a problem? Are you uncomfortable anywhere?” Asked the guardian mecha, who should’ve known the answer better as they were again getting stronger tides and blaring winds.

“I—I’m not sure.” And Luca really wasn’t, as he felt weird being in here, like an outsider trying to worm into someone’s room even when he wasn’t supposed to be an outsider.

He probably just wasn’t used to it.

Not when on the photos were things and people he couldn’t remember.

Like that very beautiful woman who was likely his mother.

While sitting in the bed, he felt like he was being chastised. This thought was likely absurd, as the people here had shown him time and again that they were different.

It’s just that his brain was taking time, a pretty long time, in fact, to really grasp this fact.

“Host. If there is a problem, we were told to inform you that the benefactor is in the next room.”

The next room?

Luca thought about it, not wanting to disturb anyone, but after half an hour of squirming in this large bed, the little chipmunk decided to take his chances.

So, with a pillow in hand and wearing the fluffy slippers, Luca knocked on Xavier’s alleged door.