My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 115

Episode 115

Time flowed quite quickly.

As the blue moon rose without much strangeness, Grandfather became very sensitive.

“If that guy summons you, go after him immediately. I’ll save you even if it costs my life.”

“Sure. I’d like to get rid of him before Grandfather comes after me.”

Grandfather was still Grandfather, but Dylan was the same.

He too became very sensitive if he wasn’t connected with me even for a moment.

So I contacted Dylan’s video log every night.

“To be able to manipulate time, it’s truly remarkable.”

“Well, it’s just.”

“It’s truly impressive.”

I was momentarily taken aback, my cheeks flushed, then I asked softly.

“How’s the pursuit of Lotvart going?”

“Now only Lotvart remains. I’m piecing together a few bits of information.”

Dylan showed me a small note.

On it, there were random notes about Lotvart’s name.

“My guess is that there’s something between an anagram and Lotvart’s name…”

“Ah…”

“I’m not entirely sure. There’s also a magical formula written on the back of the note, but I don’t know exactly what the connection is.”

I squinted my eyes and stared at the note.

The note had a jumbled mix of magical formula and Lotvart’s name.

“Since the lady is quite knowledgeable about magical formulas, I wanted to ask for her opinion.”

“Alright, then I’ll take a look as well!”

I took my time and transcribed the contents of the note he showed me into a notepad.

When the heat was rising in the video, I concluded the conversation with him and turned off the video.

But sleep didn’t come easily.

After turning on the bedside lamp, I simply rummaged through the notes without much gain.

[lotvart.]

[l]

[or]

[vatr]

His name was written in English letters.

I looked at the note and repeated his name several times.

Lotvart, Lotvart, Lotvart…

I quickly recalled his profile.

The boy with suspiciously reddish-brown hair who rescued me.

The man who enjoys anagrams and crossword puzzles, with a playful demeanor.

The 2nd leader of the <Red Castle>.

The abused child.

A wind magician and a genius of magic rituals…

Wait, just a moment.

Suddenly, I jolted upright.

“Grandfather!”

As if to protect me, my grandfather, who had been sleeping wearing a sleep mask on the hard floor, suddenly got up.

“Oh, child! Where does it hurt? You rascal! Lotvart, you bastard!”

“Oh, no. It’s not that.”

Seeing my grandfather’s widened face, I was momentarily taken aback.

“Then, then what’s the matter?”

“It’s about Lotvart. It seems like his name was turned into an anagram.”

“……Huh?”

I showed the note to my grandfather.

“Here, there are letters written as ‘lotvart’.”

“It’s written in the language used for magical rituals.”

“Yes, he’s knowledgeable about magical rituals. And… if you rearrange the letters as an anagram.”

Duke Saboia, true to his lineage as a grand sorcerer and descendant of Alfred, quickly deduced.

“So, you’re saying his real name appears?”

“Yes.”

Duke Saboia floated the English letters in the air.

[lotvart]

Countless anagram spellings passed by. After names like “tov altr,” which made no sense, passed…

[tov ralt.]

Tov Ralt.

We gazed at the name suspended in the air.

“It could also be Sir Tov instead of Lotvart.”

“Put out a warrant immediately.”

Duke Saboia urgently turned on the video communication to issue a warrant for Tovl within the family.

I also picked up the communication device I had placed near my head.

However, surprisingly, the communication device was not responding.

I began tapping the screen of the communication device in frustration.

Tap, tap, tap-.

The communication device remained frozen without connection.

It was as if someone was deliberately disrupting the reception.

Suddenly, a chilling shiver ran down my spine.

Holding onto the communication device tightly, I looked beyond the open window.

And then I realized that something was amiss.

It was a very dark night without the moon today.

Isn’t it strange?

Since a while ago, I could easily see my grandfather’s face.

I slowly tilted my head towards the window.

Between the window, a subtle blue light was flowing in.

A blue moon was rising.

The blue moon that would bring the destruction of this world had risen so quickly and without any warning.

* * *

At the moment when the blue moon was rising in the night sky of Castilia Grand Duchy.

Dylan also learned the fact that Lotvart was Sir Tob.

Based on the information he had gathered so far, he had been tirelessly investigating.

1. If he entered as a simple extra, he wouldn’t obtain crucial information, so he must have tried to access the Empire’s core forces, the Order of Knights and the Order of Mages.

2. The fact that Lotvart was a magician was subtly known, so he wouldn’t have disguised himself as a magician.

3. Culprits always appear around the vicinity. He would have been constantly lurking around Diana.

So, a rough conclusion is drawn that Lotvart infiltrated the Order of Knights.

Dylan received a list of knights with mysterious whereabouts.

And as he scanned through the list, his bones suddenly chilled.

There was a suspicious knight with reddish-brown hair that had been lurking around Diana the whole time.

“…Where could Sir Tov be?”

“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him for a few days!”

The intuition that he had been speaking about for a long time was telling him.

He was saying that the likelihood of Tov being Lotvart was high.

“Issue a warrant immediately. No, I’ll handle it myself.”

He looked at the artificially rising group of moons in the dark sky.

Before the blue moon rises, in other words, before his wife disappears…

“Capture him as quickly as possible.”

He had to kill Tov, no, Lotvart.

* * *

When the video communication finally connected, Ishael blinked.

“Mung Mungi? Why do you have the video communication device?”

“Ah! Brother Dylan went to catch Tov! I’m following him!”

My eyes widened.

“Huh? You found out that Sir Tov is Lotvart?”

“Yeah! Brother Dylan received a divine revelation! Woo-hwa-hwa!”

…That Mung Mungi, something is strange.

In any case, it seemed that they were also trying to find evidence that Sir Tov is Lotvart.

I said seriously.

“We can’t reach Dylan. If you manage to contact him, let him know to come to Castilla Grand Duchy.”

“Huh?”

“Here, the blue moon is rising.”

Mung Mungi and Claude held their breath.

“There’s no time to waste. We need to find Tov as soon as possible.

Mung Mungi looked at me.

“You’re okay, right?”

“Yes, there’s something I must protect.”

My family, Dylan, and the deity I made a contract with.

Mung Mungi nodded with an impressed expression.

At that moment, Duke Saboia took out something from his pocket.

“Child, I’ve been waiting for this day.”

He held a variety of elixirs in his hand.

“This one aids in expanding mana capacity, this one helps with ability manipulation, there’s also a buff enchantment created by Dayra, and here…

After consuming all sorts of elixirs, I felt like my stomach would burst, so I retched again.

Through the video communication, Mung Mungi and Claude seemed concerned, but I was in no condition to respond.

After about ten minutes, I had finally managed to digest all the elixirs.

The blue moonlight flowed perfectly through the window.

A summoning circle began to form above my young chest under the moonlight.

I bit my lip anxiously.

If I was going to face the Red Castle and Lotvart anyway, I wouldn’t be passively summoned.

I’ll go find them myself and give them a thrashing.

‘Where might Lotvart be…’

I took a deep breath while looking at the still active video communication.

There had been a place that had felt suspicious for a while.

“The lakeside of Castilla Grand Duchy seems suspicious.”

I met my grandfather’s gaze and immediately got up from my seat.

* * *

Dylan was searching for Tov’s traces.

It was when Dylan’s complexion turned pale as he realized through tracking magic that Tov was heading toward the northern Castilla Grand Duchy.

Mung Mungi rushed over and shouted.

“Big trouble, Brother Dylan! Ishael, Sister Diana, they’re…”

Dylan’s indifferent expression changed.

He smoothly sheathed the sword he held in his hand and spoke.

“Yes, please command.”

“The blue moon has risen in Castilla Grand Duchy! Diana seemed like she was going to be summoned by that Lotvart guy!”

At that moment, Mung Mungi saw Dylan’s face change like a crashing wave.

“My wife and child have been forcibly kidnapped, is that it?”

Dylan’s mind was flooded with the scattered memories of the baby shoes he had intended to give Ishael as a gift, the recipes he had memorized for baby food, and the childcare items he had placed in the newlywed town.

Mung Mungi continued to speak in a disorderly manner with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t know about the child, but she said there’s something she needs to protect! She even retched as if in preparation!”

What Ishael had meant by “something to protect” was her family, friends, and Dylan.

It must be reiterated that Ishael didn’t have a child.

The retching was simply due to excessive consumption of elixirs.

However, Mung Mungi was sincerely distorting the words.

“Ah! And yes, kidnapping seems accurate! When I looked through the video communication, I saw the summoning mark carved on her heart!”

Mung Mungi’s innocent words came to an end.

Finally, in Dylan’s imagination, he pictured Ishael being pitifully kidnapped.

And his child…

His eyes lost their innocence and became completely clouded with misunderstanding.

In Dylan’s furious mind, the wrong pieces of the puzzle began to fit together.

“I will definitely kill that dog-like bastard.”

“Uh, what? Dog…?”

Mung Mungi, a real dog, twitched in response.

“Yes, I’m talking about that dog bastard.”

It was Dylan’s first curse, which was far from his usual demeanor.