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

The Orc Prince, towering and visibly overwhelmed, struggled to process everything. He had been hurt. Deeply. He had been confused, embarrassed, and blindsided.

But seeing the person he married, his supposed fragile bride, kneeling on the ground and begging with trembling hands, broke something inside him. This was the same person he had protected with everything he had, to the point he would not even let a small insect fly near her.

Yet here she, no, he was. Crying for him.

His green heart wavered.

The enormous orc leaned down, slowly, hesitantly, as if approaching something delicate. He reached out, just about to touch Silarion’s face, when suddenly—

”No! I am your wife!” screeched the woman by the door like a banshee.

Her voice cracked into a pitch that shattered one of the lanterns.

Without thinking and in full rage, she threw a spiritual attack toward the kneeling figure.

The hall erupted in screams.

But considering that the princess who kept skipping practice was the one who threw that out, the attack missed its intended target.

It shot straight toward the Orc Prince.

Gasps filled the hall as the attack raced forward.

In that split second, Silarion moved.

He did not hesitate.

He rose just enough, threw his arms forward, and summoned a spiritual barrier with all the strength he had left.

The barrier wrapped around both of them.

Unfortunately, the Orc Prince was enormous.

Shielding them both was almost impossible in that single breath.

Still, the elven prince managed to cover them.

But the attack struck the barrier hard. The force rippled through Silarion’s body. His lips parted. A spray of blood spilled out.

He collapsed.

Chaos erupted.

The Orc Prince caught his fainting bride in his arms, eyes widening in horror at the sight of blood trickling from Silarion’s mouth.

Something snapped.

He saw red.

He stood to his full height, lifted his unconscious bride effortlessly, and roared with pure, primal fury.

”How dare you attack my wife!”

The entire wedding hall shook as he charged toward the intruder, carrying Silarion close to his chest like a precious treasure, ready to tear apart anyone who dared harm him again.

Pandemonium erupted.

It began with the Orc Prince’s roar, but it spread like wildfire as if his fury had ignited every orc in the hall. The moment his bloodlust filled the air, the rest of the orcs surged forward, fists raised, tusks bared, and eyes blazing with righteous vengeance.

The guests screamed.

The musicians dove for cover.

The officiants prayed to whichever spirits were available.

The orcs attacked with thunderous force, shaking the ground with every step. Tables shattered. Lanterns fell. Wine barrels rolled across the floor.

The elves barely survived the first wave.

They were lighter and faster, but the orcs were strong enough to send three of them flying with a single punch. If not for their spiritual barriers, half the bridal party would have been unconscious on the spot.

The clash of spiritual shields and brute force filled the room. Bright lights collided with heavy fists. The air crackled with tension and disbelief.

In the center of it all, the Orc Prince tore through elven soldiers like a storm. Each elf that tried to block his way was tossed aside like a leaf. No one could stop him as he marched toward the intruding woman who still cried on the floor.

He had finally cleared a path. His hand reached out, ready to snap her neck for daring to harm his wife.

The woman shrieked.

”Then you can have him. A-as an apology for this, you can have Prince Silarion.”

The hall froze.

Orcs blinked in confusion.

Elves gasped.

The Orc Prince’s grip tightened, and the air grew suffocating.

But she continued anyway, grabbing desperately for anything that could save her life.

”You know it yourself, right? He is the only heir to the crown. But considering everything, I believe you can take him, Your Highness. If you forgive us, then I think the Elven King would agree.”

She blurted it out so fast she stumbled over her own words.

Every elf within hearing distance stared at her with wide, horrified eyes. The king’s aides looked like their souls had attempted to flee their bodies. Some shook their heads frantically. Others looked ready to faint.

But the Elven King had passed out long ago after seeing his son kneeling on the floor. He lay limp in his chair like a discarded doll. There was no one to protest. No one to deny. No one to stop her madness.

The princess did not care. Not anymore.

If she had known the Orc Prince would court the bride with that level of devotion, she never would have run away. She would have stayed, married him, taken every treasure and gift meant for the bride, and then dealt with the brute and eliminated him later. How difficult would it have been to poison that one?

So she returned and figured she’d interfere, get everyone on her side, and then end up married by the end of the day. That had been her plan.

But now her life was on the line, and all plans were useless.

She gave a sharp, silencing look at one of the king’s aides. He cowered into the shadows. Even if he hated what she was saying, the number of elves hiding under the tables spoke for itself. In a battle like this, orcs would win.

The Orc Prince, however, was still dangerously angry. He took one step forward, and the princess backed up while still on the floor, trembling so hard her jewelry rattled.

Another growl rumbled from his chest.

Then it stopped.

Prince Silarion stirred. He coughed weakly. His eyelids fluttered open. He looked at his husband with dazed, watery eyes and whispered, ”If I can really come with you, then I would be the happiest and most repentant elf.”

Those words struck the Orc Prince harder than any spiritual attack.

His entire body froze. The rage in his eyes faded, replaced by a fierce protectiveness. He gathered Silarion gently into his arms and held him close.

Then the towering orc turned to the hall and spoke in a voice that shook the entire building.

”I am leaving with my wife. We will head for the Pyros Galaxy at once. Anyone who tries to stop me will be declaring war against the Orcs.”

Silence followed his announcement.

Not a single elf moved.

”I am overlooking this assassination attempt only because I am taking my wife home,” he continued in a tone that sent chills down every spine present.

He adjusted Silarion in his arms and walked directly toward the doors.

The hall parted for him without resistance.

Behind him, the orcs formed a protective line and stomped the ground once in perfect unison.

A thunderous battle cry rose from every one of them.

”HURRAH!”

Then they turned and followed their prince and his wife out of the destroyed wedding hall, leaving the elves in total, devastated silence.

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”Amazing, right?” Princess Kira said as she straightened her posture like a proud storyteller who had delivered a masterpiece.

Everyone nodded vigorously.

Even D-29’s prompts were exploding on its display, full of poppers, confetti, and utter disbelief.

”Wow. That’s a fairy tale, right?” Luca asked softly. His eyes were teary after hearing such a heartfelt scene of devotion and chaos.

Princess Kira actually looked proud. She reached out and rubbed a finger against his nose before saying, ”Yes. Or at least it should have been. If only people were not so stupid and greedy.”

”Huh? What? That was not the end of it?” asked the blonde, whose eyes were round and wide like saucers.

Kira snorted.

”Ha. If only. Because if that had been the end, then all those tragedies would not have happened!”