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

Shining, shimmering, and definitely splendid.

That was how one Luca Kyros woke up and graced everyone with his presence.

With skin as soft as a baby’s butt, he looked more refreshed than someone who had just returned from a week-long spa retreat. In fact, one mop—who had been similarly glowing after a setting of booms—had happily muttered that, at certain angles, he could even see a radiant glint popping off his good brother’s cheek.

The elders looked at each other, then leaned out like curious leaves peeking through branches. Their gazes shifted in unison to the man standing behind Luca.

The prince.

Xavier Aeric Solaris looked tired. Polished, but tired.

Even so, his posture was impeccable, his expression calm, and his steps steady. After a long, silent inspection, the elders finally relaxed.

He was walking normally.

Thank the stars.

Still, considering how Luca was practically glowing, there was no denying that Xavier must have worked hard.

Too hard.

And so, the elders exchanged solemn looks and wordlessly agreed to continue cultivating their collection of herbs—mainly stamina herbs. It was, after all, the least they could do for their favorite mortal couple.

But this time, Xavier truly had outdone himself.

The man, husband to the little money-grubber of House Kyros, had gone above and beyond—working through exhaustion to bring home the bacon.

Or, in this case, bring home the rock.

Because when Luca awoke that morning, snugly nestled in the arms of his robust and dangerously handsome husband, he found himself face-to-face with something truly divine.

A cluster of crystal cores.

Not just any cluster, either. These glittering stones were stacked into a mound roughly the size of a laundry machine.

It sparkled. It gleamed. It radiated generational wealth.

It was so splendid that Luca’s nose started bleeding on the spot.

”Ah,” Xavier said dryly, handing him a handkerchief. ”I see you like it.”

Like it?

Luca was in love.

The prince had long accepted that no number of chiseled men could elicit such an emotional reaction from his wife—but a glittering rock or several digits strung and preceded by a currency symbol? That was another story entirely.

Still, as Luca pressed the handkerchief to his nose, he suddenly froze. Because when Xavier—still half-robed and effortlessly majestic—walked past him toward that mountain of crystals with that smooth, languid gait that was uniquely his, Luca started seeing actual stars.

The robe slid a little. The morning light hit just right.

He could hear the heavens singing.

How great would it be, Luca thought in dazed admiration, if his husband sat on a chair carved from crystals just like these?

And when they weren’t busy with work and school, every night they could sit together, with Luca on his lap and polish the crystal chair with lint-free cloths!

How splendid would that be?!

But then Xavier turned, his lips curving in that faint, knowing way, and said, ”It’s all yours. Just like every other crystal core I’d find from now on.”

And that was it.

Luca melted on the spot.

The little money-grubber’s eyes filled with tears of pure joy as his heart swelled with devotion. His husband was the best husband!

But if that was the case, then how did the happiest wife under the sun—who had practically glowed like a sunrise when he came out to greet everyone—end up looking disheveled, wild-haired, and almost traumatized by the time his father finally woke up?

Ah. That was because Luca Kyros, with the ever-helpful D-29—who had returned with a mysteriously ”renewed outlook on life”—had been treated to his biggest haul yet.

The little money-grubber’s eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he saw the pool of corruption they’d gathered.

And then his jaw had dropped even further when he spotted the mountain of beast carcasses arranged neatly into piles.

”So... so precious...” he whispered in awe.

To anyone else, it looked like the most horrifying crime scene they’d ever laid eyes on.

But in the notable and questionable eyes of Luca and his equally unhinged sworn brother, it was a treasure trove.

Then again, if it were all precious, then how could it be a problem?

Well, it was because, to the good-natured dungeon capitalist, what was actually more of a problem was the aftermath of cleaning everything up.

Yes. Everything.

Because the people who had worked tirelessly were too shocked to discover that all those things they had prepared had just disappeared.

Including all that corruption!

”!!!”

Back at the shelter, footsteps thundered across the ground.

”Marshal Julian! Captain Nico! I think you should see this! Everything’s gone!”

The shout echoed across the camp like an explosion.

It came from one of the soldiers who had been peacefully stretching during his break, only to glance toward the large clearing by the shelter and feel his heart drop straight to his boots.

He rubbed his eyes. Once. Twice. Then even harder.

No, it wasn’t sand in his vision. He wasn’t hallucinating.

Everything was really gone.

The clearing that had been piled high with contaminated remains, corruption pools, and mountains of debris from the last battle... was now perfectly spotless.

He was much farther away, but even from where he stood, it looked like not even a suspicious stain got left behind!

It was so clean it looked like the area had been freshly swept by divine bleach.

And that was how the poor soldier, trembling and pale, had sprinted through the camp screaming for help.

If someone had stolen all that corruption, then what about their lives?

The panic escalated quickly.

”What about their spinach frittata?!”

That one question sent shivers down the entire line of soldiers stationed in Zone Four.

Because in their hearts, that wasn’t just any food. It was their symbol of hope!

But by the time Marshal Julian and Captain Nico arrived, the situation had already evolved into pure chaos.

Soldiers were running in every direction, tripping over each other, shouting about vanishing contamination, missing remains, and divine-level theft.

Julian’s eyebrow twitched. ”What exactly do you mean, everything’s gone?”

The soldier who had reported it pointed shakily toward the clearing. ”Sir... everything. There’s nothing left. The corrupted carcasses, the recovered tentacles... even the literal goo. Vanished.”

Captain Nico stared at the wide, empty expanse, jaw slack. ”Well, that’s... horrifyingly clean.”

And indeed, it was.

Not even a trace remained.

But as terrifying as that realization was, the soldiers of Zone Four would soon learn that their experience was a peaceful blessing compared to what the soldiers of House Kyros had witnessed.

Because those men had seen everything.

And it had changed them forever.

At first, they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them when the corruption piles started to shrink in bulk.

Then came the realization that they weren’t shrinking—they were vanishing.

Right before their eyes.

This wasn’t even the same as the containment cube that they had sworn never to speak about.

This was just a whole other level!

Apparently, just when they thought they’ve known enough of what their Young Lord could do, they would once again be mistaken!

And while he’d probably been doing it since earlier, it sure wasn’t to this degree!

But once again their eyes had been opened as they saw how their Young Lord easily dealt with everything!

”!!!”

And in the blazing hearts of these soldiers, they just realized that they couldn’t possibly fear corruption with their Young Lord by their side!

Which was great and all, until they all went and made sure that Luca really knew and felt all their appreciation.