The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Heart Palpitations

Black.

Just black.

Plain and simple black.

Noted.

A big win. Well—sort of.

Thankfully, the lucky Marshal managed to answer.

And more than that, thankfully, Sid managed to remind and convince the little master before disaster struck.

In truth, Sid had been praying the entire time. Whispering urgent hopes to his long-departed brothers-in-arms. Begging either for the Marshal to be decisive or to flat-out decline the offer altogether.

Because while it would be a tragic loss for the Empire to forgo a mecha built by the most talented mechanic Sid had ever known, it was still his solemn duty to protect not just the little master’s reputation—but also the eyes of everyone present.

Thus, a vomit green mecha with orange accents was not the best way to showcase his greatness. And while Lord Jax would likely desire the color of a carrot, the Marshal might actually have a different opinion.

That man might file for treason.

Because who wouldn’t?

And so, with one final spiritual nudge before the request was made, Sid had whispered his dying wish to the little master.

"Please, just ask his favorite color."

Thankfully, D-29 had chimed in, backing the request with suspiciously academic justification. Apparently, there were studies. Important ones. Studies that claimed relationship breakdowns often started with people not knowing each other’s favorite colors.

This was a groundbreaking discovery for Luca, who had never once considered that color preference could be a cause of war. But if the learned system said it was important, then it must be. Therefore, it might be a good idea to ask the mecha pilots about their favorite colors.

Most definitely.

So yes. He asked.

It was rare for the guardian mecha to be in complete agreement with D-29, but in the light of protecting the dignity of the Imperial family, one must agree.

And that was how they ended up here.

With a prototype that looked as sleek and commanding as the dark of space, designed with a base of deep black and only the barest hint of golden accents—carefully negotiated and approved by D-29 after extensive simulation.

Because Luca, bless his heart, originally wanted to give it golden biceps.

"Just like how Princess Kira likes to accessorize," he’d said with absolute confidence in his friend’s fashion statement.

The suggestion was rejected instantly.

Order was restored.

And peace briefly returned to the lands.

But only for Luca.

The lone examinee. The lone builder inside his safe and relatively isolated place.

The only peaceful soul in the entire auditorium.

And that peace?

Only arrived after he’d nearly taken out a good handful of senior citizens.

The crime?

Overachieving.

But what to do, when in the eyes of a particular father—and even one white-haired husband—the cadet in question looked all too dainty as he delicately and lovingly assembled a mecha meant for someone else.

Such careful hands. Such precise movements.

It was enough to make a man emotional.

They could only wish he’d take a break. Maybe eat. Maybe hydrate. Maybe just blink.

But to the rest of the audience, especially those whose faith was grounded in mortal limitations, they were witnessing something else entirely.

Carnage.

If an octopus could hold power tools, that would be terrifying. But if said octopus can use all of those wielded tools at the same time, then that was Luca.

Accurate, with purpose, and with a speed that could maybe embarrass light, but maybe not just yet.

That was how he approached the exam.

Now, for context, a typical mecha has three central systems: the core systems, the defense and chassis, and the mobility system.

This roughly breaks down into twelve major components for a standard combination mecha.

And the national licensure exams?

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