The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]-Chapter 504: That Monster

Engulfed.

Yes. That was the perfect word to describe what had just happened to him and to the entire arena.

The explosion wasn’t the kind that made your ears ring.

Nor was it the kind that sent shrapnel flying or debris raining down.

No.

It was the soundless kind.

The kind that was so bright, so absolute, that it filled every inch of space, consuming sound itself like the void in the far reaches of the universe.

The kind that brought him, King Garick of the Orcs, to his knee.

Knees, even.

It could’ve consumed him.

And with it came something he hadn’t felt in decades—irrational fear for himself, crawling from every pore of his body, chilling him to the bone.

And then, just as suddenly as it came—

It was gone.

As if nothing had ever happened.

And standing there, as if he’d been there all along, was that scrawny guild leader, Luca.

The boy appeared before him in an instant, his presence calm, collected, and terrifying in its simplicity.

And he didn’t even see or feel that coming.

The silence in the arena stretched. Every pair of eyes was wide with shock as Luca finally spoke—his voice quiet, concerned.

"Your Majesty," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Are you alright? Would it be okay if we continue the test next time? Umm...I’m concerned about breaking the Empire’s equipment."

"Huh?"

The response came from not just Garick but the crowd around him. Nobody seemed to understand what that kid meant.

But then—right on cue—the alarm blared.

The dome shielding the arena began to hum and flicker, warning of imminent failure after being struck with too much spiritual energy.

And then Garick heard it.

Felt it.

The faint warmth trickled down his lip.

"What?" he muttered, confused, as Luca’s worried gaze met his.

The fretting boy raised a hand delicately and pointed—right under his own nose, as if to illustrate.

"Here," he said softly. "Your Majesty...you’re bleeding."

Garick’s eyes followed the gesture, still in a daze, and he was wondering about just who was injured.

But apparently, it was him.

He actually ended up with a nosebleed from sheer pressure.

Luca motioned slightly, offering to help him, his concern genuine.

But before Garick could respond, his aide rushed in with an almost panicked expression, arriving just as military technicians scrambled into the arena after hearing the alarms.

"Your Majesty!" the aide called, reaching his side.

Luca and the others were already frantically explaining to the soldiers that this was just a test, not an attack.

But still...

Still, even as he was being steadied, even as the blood was wiped from his lip, Garick’s eyes stayed locked on the boy standing there.

Small. Unassuming.

An actual monster.

Even as his aide whispered urgently, "Should we take you to get checked?"

He said nothing at first.

Then, with his voice low and steady, he answered:

"No."

Though really, it was not because he was being stubborn.

He couldn’t afford such a thing right now, after all.

But because he couldn’t walk.

And he was definitely not about to show the people of the Empire that the King of the Orcs couldn’t take a step after that.

Meanwhile...

The allegedly calm and collected boy standing in the middle of the arena?

He was actually anything but calm.

Inwardly, Luca was horrified.

So horrified, in fact, that even D-29 started to stutter and whir in distress, its interface blinking with glitchy warnings like some kind of spiritual heart attack.

It was one thing to break school property.

But official military property?!

What was he going to do?!

The flustered, barbaric little chipmunk—who just a moment ago had looked like a serious threat to, well, everyone—now scrambled in a panic, bowing slightly and apologizing profusely as soldiers rushed toward the arena floor.

"I-I’m so sorry!" Luca stammered, his golden eyes trembling as he tried to explain. "It was just...it was just a test, I swear! Really! Please don’t misunderstand—!"

His voice cracked just a little at the end as he turned to Xavier in a silent, desperate plea: What do I do now?!

But surprisingly, Xavier, the Imperial Crown Prince, didn’t look all that worried.

With an air of detached calm, the sensible husband simply stepped forward, his dark uniform pristine, and produced a holographic folder of documents as though this had all been anticipated.

He held them out to the nearest technician and said flatly, "This facility was reserved in advance for a confidential combat evaluation."

The soldier blinked, startled, but took the documents and flipped through them, his brow furrowing deeper with every page.

"You can’t disclose what was being tested?" one of them finally asked.

Xavier’s gaze was cold enough to shut him up instantly.

"Confidential."

The technicians could only exchange wary glances, murmur among themselves, and quietly back off.

Even they couldn’t deny that the paperwork was valid, and realizing the surveillance had been intentionally deactivated beforehand made it clear this was above their pay grade.

But Xavier wasn’t done.

While turning slightly, he remembered to issue other essential commands.

"Sid," he said inwardly, "Please Tell D-29 to make sure nothing about this alert makes it to official records. You know what to do."

"Yes, Master," Replied Sid, who had been thinking the same thing before he even asked. Because after witnessing that, he was similarly convinced that someone needed to start purging those logs.

Xavier’s attention softened only when he came back to Luca’s side.

He placed a steadying hand on his wife’s shoulder, leaning just enough for Luca to hear his quiet words.

"You did fine," he murmured. "Don’t worry. I’ll handle the rest."

But Luca could only sigh, his hands tightening into little fists.

"I’m sorry," he muttered, his head lowering. "I just wanted to help. That’s all. I really didn’t think it would turn out like this."

He rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced faintly.

"I just...thought it would look cool to act according to their custom," he added, his voice smaller now, "like how the Orcs flash their auras before a fight."

He peeked up miserably, concerned that he had made it so much worse for his guildmates and Princess Kira.

But before Xavier could even say anything, he realized Luca’s words were falling on deaf ears.

Because standing just beyond him, Princess Kira and Ada were staring at his little wife... differently.

The two orc women’s eyes gleamed, not with disappointment but something closer to reverence.

Something closer to awe.

Like they were looking at a rare, priceless treasure that had just dropped from the heavens and landed in front of them.

And Luca stammered upon noticing.

"Wha—what?!"

His voice cracked as his hands flailed slightly.

"I’m really sorry! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to—!"

But Kira only shook her head faintly, cutting him off with a soft smile.

"No," she said simply, her voice firm yet oddly warm.

"It’s fine."

She glanced at Ada and then back at Luca, her scheming eyes glinting faintly.

"If anything," she continued with a faint smirk, "I might actually be able to stay after all."

Her smirk widened just a little.

"I’ll just have a different kind of problem to deal with instead."