The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 454

Chapter 454: Sharing

They arrived out of breath. And arrived way before the actual Instructor did.

Panting, flustered, and suspiciously red in the face.

Instructor Moore raised a brow as he looked between the two students who had clearly sprinted across the hall like their lives depended on it.

"Are you two alright?" he asked, blinking. "Did you run into any trouble? Or was it an aftershock?"

Luca gave a radiant smile. "We’re fine! Perfectly fine! Never been better!"

Ollie nodded vigorously beside him, though his expression suggested he’d barely escaped a spiritual crisis and was clinging to sanity with one last breath. "No issues! No quake! Not even a tremor, actually! Just cardio. Lots of cardio."

Moore tilted his head. "You’re...sure?"

"Very sure, Sir!" both replied in perfect unison.

Then, much to his confusion, they bowed slightly and launched into a chorus of thank-yous.

"Thank you so much, Instructor Moore!"

"We really appreciate this opportunity!"

"We’re honored—truly!"

Moore blinked again, mildly disoriented by the flood of appreciation. He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly.

"I...appreciate the enthusiasm," he said slowly, "but I should be the one thanking you, since I was hoping to ask for a favor, remember?"

That earned him two more bewildering smiles.

Luca beamed like a cheerful solar flare. Ollie looked like he’d just survived a direct hit from one.

Moore narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. Something was going on. He just didn’t know what. Were students always this...amenable now?

Had education changed while he wasn’t looking?

Was this genuine gratitude, or just a side effect of spiritual overexposure—something only this handful of students had ever experienced?

Either way, he decided not to question it. They were here, and more importantly, Luca looked ready to talk calibrations.

Which meant today might actually be a very, very enlightening day.

Once they found a decent corner close to where the other instructors were stationed, Moore cleared his throat to ask once more. Though truthfully, he was bracing himself for vague answers and technical sidesteps.

"Right," he began, glancing toward Luca. "As I mentioned earlier, I wanted to ask about the adjustments you made during your previous drill. The calibration work you did—it was fast, effective, and frankly, not in any of the manuals."

He offered a careful smile. "If you’re willing, I’d love for you to shed a bit of light on your method."

He half-expected a polite dodge. Maybe a vague, "Oh, just some experience from self-study," or "I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details."

Instead—

"Oh! Sure!" Luca perked up instantly, eyes practically sparkling. "Do you want the full breakdown or just the core adjustments? I can list both if it helps."

Moore blinked. "...Pardon?"

That was definitely not some breadcrumbs.

Calibration methods were often kept under lock and key, and sometimes even under personal blood oath. Sharing them meant giving away your edge, and no one did that willingly—because in the world of mechanics, everything was competitive.

Except Luca.

Apparently.

Because instead of brushing him off with theory, Luca was already pulling up diagrams, opening a scan overlay of the mecha, and speaking with the excitement of someone sharing their favorite hobby.

"You can scan it if you’d like," he said brightly. "It’s easier to show you than just explain verbally. I didn’t reset the changes yet."

"You’re allowing me to scan the full configuration?" Moore asked, stunned.

Luca nodded. "Of course! I can even annotate it."

Moore blinked.

Annotate it.

Who was this child?

As the scan processed, Luca began casually pointing out the adjustments, his tone light and utterly without pretense.

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