My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 122

Episode 122

“…You really think so, my dear? Haha.”

Duke Saboia turned his head again.

‘That’s not true. Seeing him muttering, it seems like they’re getting a bit closer.’

I chuckled and tightly held onto my grandfather’s sleeve.

“Where would your granddaughter go, Grandfather? I’ll stay in bed as you said for a while. But I have a request….”

* * *

“Can you help us with packing up the honeymoon town?”

Mung Mungi nodded in agreement and conveyed Ishael’s opinion.

“Exactly! Since the contract specifies that for a while, the newlyweds will live in the Saboia residence, Odette domain, or Grand Duke Castilla’s castle! The honeymoon town will be vacated!”

“Then, of course, I should help!”

Claude rolled up his sleeves and strode into the honeymoon town, grabbing the back of his neck as he spoke.

“Th-this bizarre interior, what is this?”

There were terrifying things he had never seen before, filling the space.

Like couple mugs, for example…

“It’s really horrifying. Truly horrifying!”

He trembled with anger.

“Hey, is there something you’re forgetting? We need to clean up -.”

“Right! Now that I think about it, I forgot something!”

“What is it?”

“The baby! It’s certain that Diana doesn’t have a baby, right?”

“For now, that’s what they say.”

Claude rubbed his chest for a moment and plopped onto the sofa haphazardly.

“That’s a relief….”

“Brother, we need to clean up quickly.”

He pouted with his lips puckered.

“I know. Ah, I miss Diana….”

“You can see her after we finish cleaning up the house! Come on, Claude, stay strong!”

He brushed Mung Mungi’s curly pink hair and nodded.

Diana had asked Claude to clean up the ‘honeymoon town.’

So, cleaning up the honeymoon town to Diana’s satisfaction would ensure that they could return and receive praise.

While sitting on the sofa, using cleaning magic to tidy up the honeymoon town, Claude paused when he saw documents in the drawer.

“There’s a strange smell about this.”

“Brother Claude, got a nose problem?”

Claude nodded toward Mung Mungi and stood up.

He took out the documents from the drawer and paused.

“What’s this…?”

“Why?”

“Did I see it wrong?”

Seeing his trembling hands, Mung Mungi held up her fingers and checked the documents.

“Brother Claude, can’t you read? It says ‘Marriage Contract,'”

“I just can’t believe it.”

In an instant, a bright smile spread across Claude’s face.

“I knew it, it was a marriage contract!”

“Seems like it.”

“Well, Diana and the Grand Duke? They really didn’t match. It’s an absurd combination, haha!”

“Even if it started as a contract, it could end in love, right?”

“That’s unlikely.”

“Hmm….”

Mung Mungi tilted her head and let out a puzzled sigh, trembling faintly.

Whether to do it or not, Claude inserted the marriage contract document inside his chest.

“Let’s clean up quickly and go!”

Claude, who had tidied up the newlywed town in an instant, hummed a tune and walked outside.

Claude hooked Mung Mungi on his side and confidently walked along the main street.

“Brother, do I really have to cling to your side like a bun?”

“It could be problematic if you get kidnapped on the main street or lose your way.”

“But I’m a deity… Hah, fine, I get it.”

Mung Mungi, who knew about Claude’s trauma, obediently stuck to him.

Now it was time to free Diana.

The sunlight was beautiful, and he had found his precious younger sister.

There had been a moment of frustration upon learning his sister was pregnant, but now that wasn’t the case anymore!

Most importantly, now that they knew about the contract marriage, everything was perfect.

“Haha, Diana is truly skilled in acting. She even plays the role of a person in love so convincingly.”

“Hmm, do you think all of that appearance is just acting?”

“Well then. Acting, or is it real?”

“As expected, Claude, you don’t know love.”

Despite Mung Mungi’s jab, Claude was already lost in his own world.

How about showing Diana the contract marriage document, he had found and brought?

“Oh my? Just when I was thinking of canceling the contract marriage, you brought the contract document. Thank you!”

“Haha, don’t mention it. I would do anything for Diana. Stars in the sky? I’ll pluck them for her. Just name it!”

“Our big brother is the best, as expected! Diana wants to live with you and our grandfather in the Saboia mansion for a thousand years!”

“Claude, snap out of it. Your tongue is hanging out right now.”

Claude chuckled sinisterly and asked,

“Diana, didn’t you say she’s at the Imperial Palace right now…?”

“Yes!”

Claude confidently and briskly moved his steps forward.

“Well then, let’s go deliver this document with the Duke as soon as possible.”

* * *

At that very moment.

Ishael and Dylan stood in front of the door to confront the Emperor and his arrogance.

Ishael, momentarily facing Archmage Michael in front of the door, recalled the urgent video message that had come from Duke Saboia.

“My dear, I’ve learned about something… It seems she’s there. Can you head over there?”

Could it be that unauthorized magic couldn’t be properly used inside the Imperial Palace?

The reason was unclear, but the visual magic device wasn’t properly connected.

For the time being, he had accepted the proposition and came to announce himself to the Emperor…

“It feels oddly suspicious.”

However, for now, I needed to have a conversation with the Emperor about Tov and, to be precise, the aftermath of Lotvart.

As I entered, the Emperor, who had been rolling his pen on the desk, perked up and greeted me with a bright smile.

“Did you have a good time? Anyway, I was meaning to discuss Tov’s situation.”

“I wanted to talk about Tov too.”

“….”

Dylan subtly fell silent. I glanced in that direction for a moment and then returned my gaze to the Emperor.

The Emperor cleared his throat a few times and began speaking.

“Ah, come to think of it, Tov said something like that. He wanted me to tell Lady Diana not to visit him in prison.”

“….Yes? Why?”

“He said he wanted to pull himself together in prison and meet her with a better face ten years later.”

Tov was a victim, but at the same time, as the leader of the <Red Castle>, he also generated new victims.

Perhaps he needed time for self-atonement.

“….Okay.”

If he’s prepared to that extent, he might qualify to embrace a little happiness after completing his penance.

Of course, everything would be in the future, about a decade later.

The Emperor, who had been absentmindedly rolling his pen on the table while making a humming sound, looked at me and whispered softly.

“Ah, by the way.”

“….Yes, Your Majesty.”

With the discussion about Tov concluded, was it time to move on to more pressing matters?

We should also work on developing the Grand Duchy of Castilla, which has been freed from the curse, and discuss the floating Odette territory. We’ll also need to address the factions that have become hostile due to the Sun Emperor issue.

At that moment, the Emperor asked kindly,

“When will the two of you have the wedding?”

…What? What’s with that expression, as if he’s dealing with the most important issue in the world?

Seeing me struggling to answer, the Emperor spoke again,

“Ah! Who do you plan to invite to the wedding? Everyone will want to be invited!”

“I want to invite just a few of my favorite people and have a special wedding.”

“Madam’s words are all correct.”

Holding Dylan’s hand tightly, I grinned briefly at his naturally approving expression and then chuckled softly.

“So, speaking of that, I have a request.”

“Hmm?”

“You promised before, right? You said you’d come to my wedding.”

“Ah, yes!”

“Well then… How about a slightly special participation?”

“Huh? A special participation?”

“Could you be the master of ceremonies?”

I just asked the question like that.

At that moment, the Emperor jumped up as if he were a spring.

“Of course! Naturally, I’ll be the master of ceremonies!”

I wondered if it was really that exciting.

But anyway, accepting to be the master of ceremonies must be a good thing, right?

I chuckled softly and nodded my head.

“Hmm, alright. Then we should start considering the wedding date… “

“I wonder when would be a good time.”

“I want to discuss it with my family too.”

However, it was at that very moment, when the cheerful atmosphere continued,

that Archmage Michael, who was standing guard outside the door, let out a loud cry.

“Claude, you must not enter recklessly!”

“It’s a very important matter. Stand aside.”

“Report first. Even if you’re the Duke, blocking the security of the Imperial Palace like this…!”

“I was also waiting patiently, but we’re having a wedding!”