My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 110

Episode 110

“Initiate an explosion? What in the world…!”

“Ancestor Alfred mentioned it. If two powers within the body are in conflict, collide them properly so that both explode.”

“You’re quite extreme, Ancestor!”

“It’s the principle of harmony between positive and negative forces; it has its logic.”

“Huh? What’s the principle of harmony?”

“Let’s consider purification power as the fundamental force, the positive (?). A powerful purification power will clash with an unnamed force. Let’s call that the negative (?).”

“Oh….”

“After the two powers clash fiercely, eventually both will stabilize and merge within the body, that’s the principle.”

Duke Saboia narrowed his brow and took Diana’s hand.

Just holding her hand made the powers within her body surge restlessly.

Dylan, who had been observing silently, opened his mouth to speak.

“Exactly how is this done?”

“We will train purification power to its limit. When using purification power to its utmost, we will cast a buff on the unnamed force that’s been suppressed.”

“Isn’t that force dangerous?”

“It’s the power of the Saboia lineage. It’s not dangerous.”

“So, what’s next?”

“We’ll make the two forces collide in earnest. This way, an explosion will occur within Diana’s inner self. Afterward, stability will return.”

Dylan murmured coldly.

“No matter how I think about it, it looks dangerous.”

“No, Diana will be able to endure. She’s a strong child.”

At that moment, Claude whispered with a troubled expression.

“Even if she endures this, there will be problems afterward. The <Red Castle> is targeting Diana!”

“It might be nonsense, but there’s also talk about the world’s destruction….”

In response to their words, Dylan grinned as if sharpening a knife.

“How long until the explosion takes place?”

Duke Saboia alternately looked at Dayra and Diana and spoke.

“If it’s long, it might take about a week.”

“…I’ll wipe out everything within a week and return.”

He looked down at her on the bed as if leaving behind a proof.

They couldn’t share a kiss.

But…

In Dylan’s mind, there was only a future filled with happiness with his wife.

Anything that would ruin that future would be exterminated.

It was a simple rule.

“It won’t take that long. I’ll be back.”

* * *

With a dizzy mind, I struggled to gather my strength and blinked my eyes open.

“Where are you going, seriously!”

As I abruptly sat up, the four people surrounding me quickly leaned into the canopy, showing their faces.

They were truly a sight to behold.

Flustered, I hastily clutched the blanket and looked at them alternately.

“W-What is it? Why are you shoving your faces in here.”

“My goodness, you’re awake!”

“We can’t even fathom how worried we were, dear.”

Their eyes were becoming red with tears.

I clapped my hands and spoke.

“…I’m perfectly fine, so calm down a bit….”

“You slept for a whole ten days!”

Claude hurriedly turned his gaze to the side and pursed his lips.

“Claude, were you crying? Are you a crybaby?”

“This old man seems like a crybaby too….”

A burst of tears followed.

I looked at the silent Dayra and Dylan as they…

“…My lady.”

Dylan was on his knees, his gaze fixed solely on my hand….

The only normal one here seemed to be Dayra, while it was estimated that the person not present at this gathering and likely running around the garden was Mung Mungi.

I calmed down the emotional bunch and then listened to their story.

The content was quite reasonable based on magical theory.

I nodded my head.

“Speaking of which….”

“Huh? Is there something else bothering you?”

My thoughts were trapped in the memory from earlier.

‘Who could that person with brown hair be?’

Who could make such an expression?

Is that memory important to me?

I was truly perplexed.

“Speaking of old memories, I remembered one more thing. After the Million Theater incident, I saw a person with brown messy hair and the <Red Castle> insignia on their hand. Do you happen to know?”

“Are there any other distinctive features?”

“Oh, there’s something I need to say before that.”

“…Yes.”

Finally, I decided to ask about the most important thing to me.

“Has the Grand Duke Castilla’s eternal curse melted away?”

I was most curious if my actions had broken Dylan’s curse.

Dylan’s ears reddened for a moment.

Duke Saboia, who had no idea about our situation, responded ambiguously.

“Ah, yes. It seems to be melting little by little. It’s not perfect, though.”

I silently celebrated.

Little by little, the curse was undoubtedly breaking.

So, in the future, I just needed to create more happy moments with him.

After that, I could work on lifting his curse.

‘What I can do now is stabilize my abilities so I can remove his curse without collapsing.’

And if I were to face Lotvart alone, I needed to be able to confront him properly.

I had organized my thoughts perfectly in my mind.

I nodded my head.

“Alright! Then everyone, let’s return to your respective places!”

“Understood, my lady.”

Dylan and Claude set off to uncover Lotvart’s true identity.

Through the power of the Pure Magic Stone and Dyra’s buff magic, I was being reborn anew.

I used the power of purification for various tasks, driving my body to the utmost limit.

The power of purification had reached a point just beyond my limits, teetering on the brink of explosion.

Sensing a deep power welling up within me like a lake, I trained with Dayra and Duke Saboia to push the limits of purification magic.

And so, several more days passed.

* * *

Dylan was in the palace, rooting out spies from the Red Castle.

He had two main objectives.

One was to eliminate the Red Castle.

He was wholeheartedly focused on destroying the Red Castle as if he were obsessed.

The next objective was to locate Lotvart, the leader of the Red Castle, and verify the information about destruction written in the Red Book.

The knights who saw him regarded Dylan, or rather, Grand Duke Castilla, as a champion of justice.

“I apologize for the preconceptions I’ve held about you, Your Grace.”

“You’re dedicating yourself so much to the Empire….”

However, Dylan paid no attention to their curiosity or comments.

Inside him, a dark desire writhed.

His ears reddened for a moment as he contemplated something.

Once the era of peace arrived, he knew he wouldn’t leave Ishael’s side for a long time.

For that happy future, Dylan continued his daily routine of capturing the tendrils of the Red Castle and moving between the torture chamber and his duties.

Currently, Dylan was facing a mid-level administrator of the Red Castle in the torture chamber.

“Do you know anything about Lotvart? Even the slightest detail will do.”

“He enjoyed wordplay and language games… It was like linguistic amusement….”

“What other external characteristics are there?”

“His appearance frequently changed.”

“Eye color. Black, brown, silver. What is it?”

“It seemed like it was brown, and sometimes it seemed black. I don’t exactly know the true eye color of the core entity. It’s concealed by a mask. Please, please spare me.”

He wasn’t lying.

Dylan nodded.

Nearby, Mung Mungi, who was helping handle the tendrils of the Red Castle, had a subtle expression.

Mung Mungi poked Dylan’s arm.

“Ishael must miss Dylan a lot, right?”

“It’s a prophecy.”

“Hey, Brother Dylan! I didn’t say anything about a prophecy.”

“It’s a prophecy.”

Dylan’s ears reddened.

Mung Mungi, who had apparently read Dylan’s thoughts in an instant, opened their mouth wide in shock.

“…You, go away!”

Dylan nodded.

“Then I’ll head to the Slumga. They say the central force is there.”

It seemed like he couldn’t afford to delay even for a moment. He intended to capture the central forces of the Red Castle one by one.

Watching his retreating figure, Mung Mungi sighed softly.

Their love seemed to be fully ripening.

No matter how much I think about it, it feels like Dylan’s curse will soon be broken!

His emotions had returned sufficiently, at least towards his wife.

Still, it seems we haven’t made the perfect breakthrough yet.

I wonder, under what circumstances will the curse finally be fully broken?

With a sense of pride, Mung Mungi lifted the corner of his mouth.

And so, this small deity remained unaware.

After Dylan suddenly left, the dark shadow that loomed over his body…