The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530: His List

By the third quake, it was almost impossible to proceed without informing everyone else not to panic.

It wasn’t really a natural disaster. It was the collective grief of the Kyros family shaking the space like a mini-apocalypse.

One that Xavier didn’t stay to witness. Not because he didn’t want to get hurt again, but because the family deserved privacy so they could properly process Luca’s past.

Also, he felt like the Duke and Duchess wouldn’t be able to focus if he continued to stay in the room.

Being vulnerable was never easy. He figured if their roles were reversed, and someone was sitting in on his deepest breakdown, he would have thrown them out, too.

So he excused himself and promised to stay outside in case they needed anything.

For now, his job was damage control.

So the waiting prince had to inform Kyle that there was no real need to panic. And at best, to make sure the animals and the beasts were kept secure until everything settled down.

Kyle, however, didn’t forget to ask if his boss needed an emergency evacuation, considering his situation.

"No. I’m still fine."

"Oh, well, good to know, captain."

"But what about insurance? Care to have particular body parts insured?" It sounded like teasing; however, the adjutant was absolutely serious about this. Though a big part of it was talking over their terminals, which meant Xavier couldn’t just reach for his neck that easily.

Thankfully, one mop decided to save his boyfriend from a mountain of work by asking about something that Xavier cared about: "How’s my brother? Is he alright? He hadn’t responded to messages, and as you can see, everything is shaking around here!"

"Yes. He’s with the Duke and Duchess now. Hopefully they come out soon..."

And they did.

It was just that "soon" turned out to mean about twelve hours later, and largely because the three of them had finally cried, talked, and even napped their emotions out.

D-29 had actually logged today’s events, one of the rare moments that the host had complained to anyone else.

In fact, it was the day since they were first integrated that the host had complained to this extent.

Because today, Luca learned what it meant to unload.

Honestly, Duchess Amelia almost missed it.

She thought she had prepared herself. After all, she’d already known pieces of her son’s story. She thought she was ready.

But she wasn’t.

She wasn’t ready to hear her little boy talk about deaths. Deaths people had blamed on him. Deaths, he still thought he could cause again.

He was scared of hurting people.

He was scared of repeating the past.

And even as he talked, it hit her how all his fears were about others. About hurting others. About disappointing others.

Not once had he spoken about himself.

Not once had he even thought to be angry on his own behalf.

Duchess Amelia sat there, stunned.

Because if it had been her—if she had lived through that—she would have been furious. She would have screamed and wept and demanded justice.

But her son hadn’t.

And while those golden eyes shed tears for the past, it seems like he hadn’t shed enough tears for himself.

And it was then that she realized just how much their little boy had been carrying all this time.

And how little he thought he deserved to set any of it down.

He must have been lonely.

He must have been scared.

He must have been hurt.

Just how much pain had he endured back then? And yet... he hadn’t even complained to them tonight. He’d just narrated everything so plainly, as though none of it was as horrific as it truly was.

And if that was the case... then had their son never been comforted? Never been consoled?

That thought alone made Duchess Amelia’s chest tighten.

She reached out and brushed Luca’s cheek, voice soft. "Luca, my son... how did you feel about it?"

Luca froze.

He hadn’t expected that.

There was another person asking him how he felt. Not telling him how he should feel. Not telling him what emotions he was allowed to have. Just... asking.

In his first life, everyone told him what to feel.

"You must feel guilty, no?"

"It’s good that you’re hurt."

"You should feel bad. You know you won’t be saved."

He had always been told what to feel.

Maybe that was why he struggled so much with emotions now.

But how did he really feel back then?

When his mother gently repeated her question, he finally mumbled, "Scared."

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