My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 109

Episode 109

Ishael looked at the hand firmly clasped around her own and murmured in embarrassment,

“That, that’s enough.”

Her voice trembled with fear, saying that it seemed like there was no turning back now.

But it was a bluff.

“I don’t like this.”

His fingertip came closer, tormenting her.

Their breaths grew rough as their skins brushed against each other.

Sensing a feeling like their bodies floating in midair, Ishael let out a coarse breath.

It happened several times.

She didn’t even notice tears streaming down her cheeks from overwhelming sensations.

Dylan leaned in bit by bit over the tears that Ishael shed.

It was gentle, yet fierce.

To suppress the voice that was trying to escape her lips, she had to bite down on them.

The next dawn, Ishael half-fainted and then woke up.

In the pale light of dawn, she felt Dylan’s gaze on her.

It was an effort to provoke a change in his emotions, but…

“You’re awake. Rest a bit more.”

“Ah….”

Her whole body ached, and her voice had completely gone as well.

She whispered with a hoarse voice.

“Have there been changes in emotions?”

Dylan chuckled softly and said,

“Right now… I think I might go crazy.”

Once more, I want to kiss.

But I simply can’t hold back anymore.

Feeling that kind of passionate gaze, Ishael’s face flushed red.

* * *

Light physical intimacy on the bed continued endlessly.

The kiss continued from cheek to collarbone, from collarbone to its zenith.

As the dawn twilight faded and morning arrived.

Half overwhelmed by intense expressions of affection, I raised my hand with a flushed face.

There was no more time to delay.

With his emotions in turmoil, it was time to unleash the power of purification.

“I have an experiment to conduct briefly.”

I reached out to his chest as if I were a doctor.

My heart was pounding as if it would burst out.

“Finally, you’re conducting an experiment on me alone.”

Dylan closed his eyes halfway and whispered.

“I’m glad….”

It seems I’m still not in my right mind.

I raised my stiff hand.

It was truly difficult to even move a finger, but…

The moment my hand touched his chest, my heart began to race rapidly.

The dark energy that had been there like a demon disappeared, and gradually, a force began to emerge.

It was as if I had become a gardener growing spring flowers.

As I watched the pure white light engulf his entire being with fascination, suddenly, my head started to ache.

“Hmm….”

My temples started to throb.

At that moment.

I felt dizzy and closed my eyes tightly.

He instantly embraced me and spoke.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m oka….”

Suddenly, all the surrounding light vanished, and an eerie emptiness filled my mind as if all the worlds had disappeared.

The last thing I saw was Dylan’s shocked expression, his lips frozen in surprise.

‘Oh, this can’t be…!’

* * *

At the same time, inside the dining hall of the Saboia Ducal Residence.

Henry and Sir Tov were seated facing each other, engrossed in their respective activities.

They were receiving guests and staying in the territory.

Henry wore a friendly smile and looked around.

“You both have been busy lately and haven’t been seen much, but your presence is indeed a sight to behold.”

Sir Tov, half-drunk, was nodding off with his head bobbing.

Henry leaned in with his chin rested on his hand and whispered somewhat audibly to Sir Tov’s head,

“Actually, I already knew, but I thought I’d mention it.”

Sir Tov adjusted his disheveled hair and looked at him.

“Huh? What did you say?”

“His Grace, the Grand Duke of Castilla, being Sir Dylan? I already knew.”

“Ah… How did you know?”

“You’re just so sophisticated! Hahaha!”

Sir Tov ruffled his messy hair like a magpie’s nest and then grinned with a sly expression.

“I see….”

His words trailed off, and suddenly, his head dropped to the table with a thud.

He looked like someone who had drunk too much and was now inebriated.

Henry tapped Sir Tov’s shoulder and finished chewing his cheese.

“Speaking of which, I saw something interesting in the newlywed town.”

“Something interesting?”

Henry chuckled good-naturedly as he looked at Sir Tov’s intrigued expression.

“Yes. It seemed to be a strong-willed old woman. I thought, what’s an energetic elder doing in a place like this? She kept wandering around. Quite unusual.”

When will Ishael and Grand Duke Castilla, or rather, Lady Diana and Grand Duke Castilla, arrive?

There’s so much to say when they come.

Henry took another sip of his drink.

Suddenly, it felt like his intoxication was increasing.

“You’re getting drunk, aren’t you?”

Sir Tov nodded his head.

The silence continued, and a few hours swiftly passed by.

Henry and Sir Tov both leaned their heads to the side without anyone prompting them.

At first glance, they both seemed drunk.

But one of them didn’t smell of alcohol.

It was as if they weren’t actually drunk, but pretending to be.

‘His’ eyelids slowly closed.

There was undoubtedly a faint smile on the corner of ‘his’ lips.

In ‘his’ hand, there was a small stone.

It was a bead that sparkled like a candy in ‘his’ mouth.

Slowly, ‘he’ rolled the bead between ‘his’ fingers and twisted ‘his’ lips.

* * *

My unconscious mind was wandering through the day of the terrorist attack on the <Red Castle>.

That day.

I left young Dylan at home and escaped from the <Red Castle>.

… Yes, in my memory, I thought I had escaped safely.

However…

But… as I ran frantically, hiding here and there with a hasty body, I soon encountered trouble.

It was a boy with messy brown hair, looking similar in age to Dylan.

“Hello?”

The missing piece of my last memory began to fill in.

The boy looked at me and smiled.

“We’ve been waiting for you to come.”

“Huh?”

He extended his hand.

The mark of the <Red Castle> was clearly stamped on his hand.

I stepped back hesitantly.

Despite his warm expression, he represented the <Red Castle>.

I felt the need to avoid getting caught at all costs.

“Go away!”

“…Why?”

He looked puzzled by my resistance.

“We thought we could become one… “

He came closer to me.

Trembling, I looked around and eventually picked up a small stone from the ground.

“Go away!”

With a thud, the stone struck his face.

I had hit him with a stone, so I thought he would get angry.

Blood was dripping from his cheek, but he had a puzzled expression.

“…Why on earth?”

He brushed against my cheek and grabbed the small, twitching stone from the ground, murmuring softly.

“People say they give gifts on their first meeting, is this… one?”

It was clear that I had thrown the stone.

He looked at me as if he couldn’t understand my actions, confused.

“I told you to go away! I’m, I’m scared!”

Seeing the fear in my young eyes, the boy who had blood running down his cheek wiped it and mumbled.

“Why? I, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time…”

As if to confirm his confusion, a gentle mountain breeze blew from his hand.

It was as if he was trying to comfort me with wind magic.

But the more the wind blew from his hand, the more it felt like I was suffocating.

In an instant, the space felt constricted.

“Kuh, keh. Sa, save…”

Seeing me struggling to breathe, he looked alarmed and hurried towards me.

His expression was one of genuine concern.

“Are you okay?”

But contrary to his worried expression, the closer he got, the more it felt like someone was choking my neck.

With my throat clenched, I glared at him and whispered.

“You, who, are you…”

“I am…”

The shiny stone I had thrown fell to the ground from his startled hand with a soft thud.

In that moment, it felt as if a peace like death had arrived.

I ultimately couldn’t figure out who he was.

The memories vanished in an instant.

A sensation akin to a blade’s edge started to dominate my body with excruciating pain.

However, I didn’t want to close my eyes here.

I struggled to overcome the deep darkness and tried to open my eyelids.

Little by little, I attempted to brighten my field of vision.

Straining, I opened my real eyes, and the distressed voice of Duke Saboia reached my ears.

Sensing the familiar bed, it seemed that this place was likely my bedroom.

* * *

Exactly ten days had passed.

Inside Duke Saboia’s residence, Lady Diana’s bedroom remained firmly shut.

“What on earth did you do to Diana!”

Claude Saboia grabbed Grand Duke Castilla by the collar, shaking him even though he could have easily escaped.

Even though he could clearly have gotten away, he silently entrusted himself to the trembling grip.

“I apologize.”

However, that apology didn’t reach Claude’s ears.

Claude muttered some incoherent nonsense.

“Are you, by any chance, Lotvart?”

The Grand Duke lowered his head and opened his mouth with a guilty look.

“If my wife wakes up, I will apologize with my life.”

Duke Saboia waved his hand dismissively.

“Right now, our child’s well-being takes priority.”

He looked at his granddaughter with a concerned gaze.

Diana suddenly became feverish and collapsed as she was. It was said to be due to her attempt to unleash the power of purification.

“What has happened? That even powers are entangled like this.”

Dayra, a lady-in-waiting and a buff magician, spoke with a subtle expression.

“Forgive my impertinence, but it appears that Lady Diana’s two powers are in conflict.”

Duke Saboia’s expression sharpened.

Ordinarily, a magician can possess only one power.

However, Diana harbored two distinct powers within her.

The power of purification, and the power held by the ‘Saboia lineage,’ the nature of which was not precisely known.

The excessively powerful two forces began to clash wildly, each vying for dominance.

In the process, they were causing significant strain on Diana’s own body.

Duke Saboia said,

“There is one method to restore the balance of power.”

“What is it?”

“Within the body, the powers must be unleashed in an explosion.”

The people looked astonished.