My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 104

104th Episode

 

The dark, gloomy, and ominous energy that had stained the poker table was gently purified. 

A fresh energy began to permeate people’s hearts. 

The magic of purification not only cleansed dark magic but also purified people’s emotions. 

Everyone gazed at the air in a daze, as if they were under the influence of a potion.

 

I spoke lightly, “How does it feel to be purified?”

 

A noble who experienced the power of purification for the first time whispered dreamily, “It feels like returning to my innocence… becoming pure.”

 

People looked at me with dreamy expressions, as if they had just woken up from a dream.

 

“Since we have the Pure Majung Stone Mine, we could probably sell one to everyone.”

 

Everyone gathered here widened their eyes.

 

Viscount Meli frowned and added reluctantly, “Impure Majung Stones are also quite remarkable!”

 

“Oh, did I say that? What the Viscount has is not Impure Majung Stones, just defective ones.”

 

Viscount Meli angrily stood up, “Don’t you dare sell them. What is this…!”

 

It was true.

 

‘That Impure Majung Stone Mine was a fake created by the Red Castle.’

 

Even before the regression, the Red Castle had played tricks with the Impure Majung Stone Mine. Many mages who used Viscount Meli’s created Majung Stones were injured or died.

 

I raised the Impure Majung Stone that had fallen to the floor.

 

“It’s quite possible.”

 

In a comment about the subsequent defective stones, it was written that Impure Majung Stones would easily shatter when mana was reversed.

 

I shook the Majung Stone, planning to prove its defectiveness by reversing the mana.

 

However, Viscount Meli suddenly approached me.

 

His eyes gleamed chillingly.

 

The moment I held the Majung Stone, Viscount Meli grabbed my hand tightly.

 

“How about this? Infuse mana! To test if it’s fake or real! It’s definitely real!”

 

“Stop it!”

 

Suddenly, the Majung Stone was firmly gripped, and it felt like carbonation was bursting at my fingertips.

 

The impure mana flowed out uncontrollably.

 

I had read about this before the regression.

 

It was a symptom of the runaway caused by defective Majung Stones.

 

My heart began to race like crazy.

 

Before the regression, it felt like I was collapsing from exhaustion and about to die.

 

My heart raced wildly and wouldn’t calm down.

 

When the pounding rhythm echoed in my ears, I took a deep breath in a hurry.

 

Just as my breath was becoming suffocating, Viscount Meli’s hand quickly released mine.

 

And what I saw before me…

 

“Die, you trash.”

 

…it was Dylan as expected.

 

Dylan had nearly turned Viscount Meli into a pulp.

 

Suppressing my labored breath, I whispered softly, “First, calm down…”

 

Dylan, who had completely subdued Viscount Meli, nodded.

 

“Understood. Then, let’s calm down with artificial respiration…”

 

His ears turned red.

 

“I can breathe on my own!”

 

What artificial respiration? You look perfectly fine even with just a glance!

 

He smiled awkwardly and faintly, “My desires are quite revealing.”

 

Yes, they certainly are.

 

* * *

 

At the same time.

 

Far from the social club, Duke Saboia, Emperor, Claude, and Mung Mungi were gathered, engaging in a conversation.

 

“Your Majesty, didn’t you offer to help with the divorce?”

 

“Me? When was that?”

 

“When I talked about the fortune teller’s prophecy before, didn’t you say you would help with the divorce if we find our Diana?”

 

“No, that was, I mean…!”

 

Duke Saboia’s embarrassed expression twisted cunningly.

 

“Your Majesty’s groaning reached my ears.”

 

The Emperor chuckled softly.

 

“Ahaha, come to think of it, Teacher, you do know how to keep good things.”

 

“If it’s something good.”

“Land, gemstones, a house. Choose anything.”

“I’m not lacking financially.”

“Ah, Master. Right. So, not a contract marriage. Huh? They say two consenting adults are better.”

Mung Mungi, who was sipping a refreshing beverage, rolled her eyes.

 

Wait, did they say it’s a contract marriage?

 

“….”

The Emperor cleared his throat and changed the topic.

 

“To break the sacred oath of marriage. Lady Diana won’t want it.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

“Watch over him, Master. Even though our brother is cursed, he’s a good kid. Don’t you know? He’s filled with loyalty to the empire!”

 

Now that I think about it, it’s Dylan’s curse okay? It seemed to make people a bit, no, quite aggressive.

 

At that moment, Duke Saboia spoke hesitantly.

 

“Please don’t ask our child to lift the curse.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Don’t you know either, Your Majesty? If the power of purification is used excessively…”

 

Archmage Irina Sered had faced the brink of death several times. 

She was praised as a saintly woman who purified the impure, the Saint of the Streets.

 

And she often collapsed due to overestimating her abilities.

 

“Our child’s energy is more unstable than the daughter-in-law’s. If the power of purification is used excessively, she might collapse.”

 

Right at the moment when they were discussing this.

 

Mung Mungi, who had put down her cup with a clank, suddenly stood up.

 

“Diana almost died for real!”

 

“…What?”

 

“Mu-mu, scary! (Uh, scary!)”

 

And then, it happened.

 

Claude and Duke Saboia abruptly stood up, not bothering to ask any questions.

 

* * *

 

Looking at the collapsed Viscount Meli and Elliot on the ground, the door of the social club opened.

 

Duke Saboia quickly approached, splitting the space between me and Dylan.

 

“I, impure…!”

 

But for some reason, the arrow of anger hit Dylan.

 

Probably because he heard the artificial respiration story.

 

“Are you okay, Diana?”

 

“I’m fine, really.”

 

“That wicked Dylan, I’m sorry. No, I’m not sorry.”

 

Just say one thing, just one thing.

 

Claude pointedly addressed the collapsed Viscount Meli on the floor with a reddened face.

 

“Anyway, that wicked Viscount, he tormented you, right?”

 

Then Duke Saboia spoke gently.

 

“Claude, calm down. His execution will be carried out.”

 

“What?”

 

“The execution was decided a second ago, child.”

 

“Execution? Shouldn’t we just make him work in the impure Majung Stone Mine for the rest of his life!”

 

…No, isn’t that excessive!

 

I gestured to Duke Saboia and Claude, trying to settle the situation.

 

“First, please investigate the impure Majung Stone Mine he possesses. Since they are all defective, retrieve them so that the mages can’t get their hands on them.”

 

“Understood. And also, let’s investigate how that guy, using those defective Majung Stones, tormented you.”

 

“Yes, and…”

 

I trailed off.

 

When everyone’s attention was on me, I whispered softly so that only the family and Dylan could hear.

 

“I think I’ll be able to remember everything soon.”

 

I recalled the buff magic Dayra had bestowed on me earlier.

 

Her buff magic seemed to awaken not only the purification magic inherited from my mother but also the hidden power of the Saboia bloodline.

 

If not, it wouldn’t make sense that ever since that buff magic was cast, someone has been speaking in my head.

 

‘Finally, I found it.’

 

I glanced at Dayra in the distance.

 

She seemed to have a faint idea and nodded.

 

“I think I should go meet Mayon.”

 

* * *

 

I headed straight for the small vacation villa on the outskirts of Saboia Territory where Mayon was said to be staying.

He was definitely different from Terius and Shuri, who were always so casual. His face was full of disease, yet he looked at me with his black hair and green eyes and smiled cheerfully.

 

“You, you’re really Diana.”

 

His face seemed like that of a devout prophet. I looked at Mayon’s black hair and his pale eyes against the light-colored wall as I sat down beside him.

 

“Hello, Mayon. Actually, I don’t remember.”

 

“Sure, I thought so. But your face remains the same, Diana. And who’s this next to you?”

 

“My husband.”

 

He carefully scrutinized Dylan standing by my side. Despite his chilly demeanor, Mayon said something ambiguous.

 

“Tastes like a pine tree, doesn’t he?”

 

“Pine tree?”

 

“Since you were young, you’ve always liked guys who look like that.”

 

“…”

 

Definitely, this person knows something. I addressed Mayon directly.

 

“So, do you know about the <Marriage Vow> that I wrote?”

 

Mayon let out a soft laugh.

 

“I know.”

 

At that moment, Dylan clenched his fist.

 

“Are you, by any chance, him?”

 

Um, he looks like he’s ready to kill if Mayon says yes.

 

Mayon laughed and tilted his head.

 

“Ah, am I the counterpart in the marriage vow?”

 

He chuckled and shook his head.

 

Mayon’s expression was full of admiration as he looked at me.

 

“Would you mind stepping out for a moment?”

 

“…”

 

“We have something to discuss privately.”

 

Upon Mayon’s words, Dylan clenched his fist again.

 

I rolled my eyes and watched their interactions.

 

What should I do? Whose side should I take?

 

But in an instant, the situation shifted.

 

“…Upon Lady Ishael’s request, I will open the door and leave.”

 

How did he even know I wanted to talk to Mayon alone?

 

For some reason, his shoulders slumped, and he rose from his seat.

 

There was even an expression on his face like, ‘I’m jealous.’

 

“Just for a minute.”

 

That’s how it happened. When Mayon and I were left alone.

 

Mayon casually brought up a topic.

 

“How nice would it have been if I were that person?”

 

“Do you know that person?”

 

He looked at me with a dreamy expression.

 

“Yeah. That person was a commoner. Probably facing a severe punishment. They said he was imprisoned somewhere.”

 

“What?”

 

“You only told me. Your future husband seems like a prisoner in jail.”

 

“Again?”

 

“Well… oh, yeah, I said something like that too. He could die soon.”

 

Suddenly, my head began to ache.

 

‘How could you like someone who’s a prisoner in jail!’

 

Are you insane?

 

I pressed my temples.

 

A voice echoed in my head.

 

“Fool! Why would you want to die?”

 

“I’m useless anyway if I live… .”

 

“Stupid! You don’t need someone like that! Live! So you can marry me!”

 

Phantoms began to form before my eyes.

 

A boy’s black hair, the smooth curve of his lips that would soften when I teased him, and… red eyes.

 

His pupils were somewhat reminiscent of those of someone I knew.

Dylan, who had stepped outside due to Mayon’s guest spirit, gazed at them and felt an odd emotion. 

Was it jealousy? 

Mayon was certainly different from Terius or Shuri. 

Terius and Shuri could be given a little room. 

But it didn’t seem possible with Mayon. 

He clearly had a closer relationship with Ishael.

Instinctual jealousy surged due to the unspoken understanding between them. 

Ishael’s pinching gesture was evident. 

Mayon, without caring about the guest spirit, swung the door wide open. 

In an instant, her eyes widened at the noise. 

It was as if… she saw the expression of someone who had seen what they had longed for a very long time.