My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

A warm and sticky cappuccino splattered across Pedro’s face.

“Ugh, ack!“

As if struggling to open his eyes after being baptized by the gooey coffee, Pedro rubbed his eyes with his sleeves and expressed his indignation.

“Do you know how much this hairstyle cost! Are you out of your mind, Isael? Have you caught a disease or something?”

Coffee of a deeper shade dripped down Pedro’s cheek, still unaware of the situation.

“It’s simple. I’m tired of you, and I won’t give you any more money.”

“W-What?”

“You got dumped.”

You were dumped.

“Tasty, cost-effective bread, you should eat a lot of it.”

Since I’m going to spend my money on expensive steaks.

“You also need to repay the money you borrowed from me.”

Expect me to claim the money you stole from me and file for damages soon.

“You! How many times do you think your parents told me to marry you? Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

Of course, another problem that needed immediate consideration arose.

I have to cut off ties with my family who would immediately start manipulating me and leave the house as well.

That meant I would have to live relentlessly on my own.

I am currently penniless.

“Oh, speaking of regrets.”

As I turned, he had a look that seemed to say, ‘It’s not too late to come and beg now.’

I couldn’t bear to see that look any longer.

I threw a face-sized croissant into the air as if awarding it with a commendation.

Whoosh!

The hard and rough bread traced an arc and landed on his cheek.

Splat!

“Ugh, ack!“

A nice slap shot.

“Since I splashed coffee on you, I thought I should also slap your cheek so that you won’t regret it. Well then, goodbye for real!”

* * *

As I already slapped my ex-boyfriend, it was now time to bid farewell to my family.

Although I couldn’t afford to have my own place right away, it seemed perfectly feasible for me to leave the house.

After all, I was an administrative official working in the palace!

Palace employees had the privilege of using the palace’s guesthouses for free.

The guesthouses might have some leaks during the occasional rain, but my family couldn’t come and go as they pleased.

“The guesthouse may be a bit old, but it’s not bad to live in.”

With that in mind, I walked into the palace guesthouse with a carefree attitude, ready to apply for admission immediately!

[Reconstruction in 3 days]

I must have seen it wrong.

I looked at the sign in front of the guesthouse and rubbed my eyes.

[Reconstruction in 3 days]

The reconstruction of this building requires the final approval of His Majesty the Emperor.

I’m doomed.

I remembered that the residence was impressively renovated before the regression.

But how could it happen at this very moment?

I noticed a small inscription next to the sign.

[Available for free residency until 8/6, limited to administrative officials currently working in the palace, upon submitting personal history and application]

I only have three days to live in the guesthouse.

Within that time, I need to find a place to settle down somehow!

It’s okay.

I came back to life after dying. Can’t I find even a tiny corner to live in?

* * *

As soon as I entered the Knight Management Office in the palace, my passion was extinguished.

Just yesterday, like a fool, I let my family take away my entire salary.

Hence, I couldn’t afford to have my own place.

As I let out a deep sigh, Henry, oblivious to the situation, kept talking to me from the side.

“Oh, right. I heard Fiona is getting married this time. Did you receive a wedding invitation?”

I see.

I’m not particularly interested.

“Not yet.”

“You’ll receive it soon! But I heard she hasn’t moved out yet. Where is she getting married?”

A flash of realization struck me at those words.

“Come to think of it, Fiona mentioned that she got a place of her own, didn’t she?”

Even in my second life, Fiona succeeded in getting her own place.

To be precise, she won the “Special Housing for Newlyweds” and moved into a newlywed town.

Newlywed town!

It was a system where expensive townhouses were supplied for free to newlywed couples.

It was close to the palace,

The buildings were new and elegant,

And they even provided all the furniture for rent!

Unfortunately, due to a marketing failure at the time, many people didn’t know about the system.

In other words, if you applied, you were guaranteed to be accepted.

“If I am a newlywed, I would apply right away. It’s easy to cut off ties with my family after getting married….”

That’s just wishful thinking.

I just broke up with my ex-boyfriend recently.

How can I get married within three days?

“Oh, speaking of which, what was that special offer Fiona mentioned? She gave me a flyer and told me to try it too.”

“Yeah…?”

I urgently snatched the paper from Henry.

[First Phase of Newlywed Town Housing Begins!

Affordable townhouses for newlywed couples near the carriage station!

-Limited to newlywed couples who have been married for less than a year

(However, marriage registration is required by 8/6)]

August 6th.

Is it a coincidence?

It’s the same date as when I’m leaving the guesthouse.

‘I probably won’t have a reason to get married, but I’ll keep this for now.’

As I carefully looked at the flyer and put it in my pocket, Henry tapped my shoulder.

“Ishael? We should go check the swords now.”

I am in charge of managing the swords and defensive magical equipment in the Knight Management Team.

I yawned nonchalantly and asked, “Who’s the inspector from the knight’s side today? I hope it’s someone easygoing.”

As Henry looked at the inspection sheet, he tilted his head in confusion.

“What? The inspector from the knight’s side is Dylan, right?”

“Yeah?”

Dylan or whoever, I didn’t have time to care.

I lazily got up.

“I don’t know why a high-ranking knight like him is doing warehouse inspections, but aren’t you lucky?”

“Why would I be lucky?”

“Why do you think so? It’s a rhetorical question.”

“Well, I meant it as a question.”

He patted my shoulder playfully.

“If it’s Dylan, isn’t he the guy all women like? He’s also an idol to men!”

“Is that so?”

Until now, I had never thought so much about Dylan.

Dylan was a commoner who became an elite knight of the Emperor’s Knights, despite ordinary commoners not being qualified to join the Emperor’s personal knights.

But Dylan was different.

Once a year, at a swordsmanship competition personally hosted by the Emperor, the honor of joining the knights was given to the winner, regardless of their status.

Dylan had won that swordsmanship competition and was assigned to the Emperor’s personal knights, becoming an honored knight.

He was probably tall, with a height of over 190cm, befitting a knight, and his broad shoulders and well-defined muscles were remarkable.

Of course, if that was all, he wouldn’t be this famous.

The real reason he was famous in the palace was one thing.

“He’s insanely good-looking. With his black hair as if it had been stripped off the night and fiery yet perfect crimson eyes!”

…Yes, it’s his face.

Despite Dylan’s cold and stoic expression, his appearance was flawless.

Ellie, who claimed to have seen his smile just once, said, “Even though it was winter, it felt like spring flowers bloomed in the world.”

With looks like that, even one flaw would be acceptable.

‘Oh, there is something he’s lacking.’

Dylan was the most famous figure.

Rumors about him were truly rampant within the palace.

Having only one expression, he’s the embodiment of stoicism.

Tremendous FM.

Rumors spread, speculating that he had no interest in any woman, so perhaps he enjoyed indulging in promiscuity or he even had a preference for men.

Despite such rumors, it is an undeniable fact that he was undoubtedly talented!

He quelled various acts of terrorism within the empire.

There were even rumors that he had cut off the supply of black magic wielded by warlocks from other countries.

In many ways, he was the best knight, so it was a bit strange that he was only in charge of warehouse maintenance.

But…

“Well, it seems like he likes organizing the storeroom.”

Do I look like I’m supposed to be monitoring someone’s activities now?

I had just successfully completed the Sweet Potato Family Extermination Project and was in a position where I needed to find a place to settle down.

* * *

Dylan, Henry, and I started the inspection and maintenance of the swords inside the warehouse.

Henry and I were in charge of inspecting one thousand épées, while Dylan was next to us, meticulously organizing one thousand rapiers.

As expected of Dylan, the textbook of FM, he neatly and meticulously sorted the rapiers.

‘It’s really incredibly sharp.’

Not only did he check the blade and remove rust while performing maintenance, but there was also no margin for error in his way of rearranging the maintained swords.

At that moment, Henry suddenly turned to me and whispered.

“Oh, really. Why are you suddenly so irritated? No matter how I think about it, Pedro, that guy is strange. Break up with him as soon as possible.”

I was about to say that we had already broken up.

But…

“Wait a moment. Come to think of it, why did you take the flyer for the newlywed town? Are you planning to get married? With that guy? Seriously, get a grip!”

I really intended to refute.

I had broken up with that guy, and I just happened to take the flyer.

But at that moment when I was about to open my mouth…

The sharp sound of a sword swishing came from Dylan’s rapier section.

Both of us were taken aback, and it was such a sudden and loud sound that we even turned to observe that direction.

I hurriedly turned toward Dylan, thinking that something major had happened.

“Dylan, is there a problem?”

He evaded my gaze strangely and mumbled.

“It’s a mistake.”

A mistake that had never happened while organizing 900 rapiers?

I pointed it out dryly.

“Hey, the sword just swished.”

“It’s a misunderstanding… I assure you.”

He held the sword in question in one hand and completely discarded it…

Clatter!

With that sound, a cold gaze swept over me.

He quietly murmured as he watched me, who was trembling like a rabbit in front of a tiger.

“Marriage….”

Marriage? Suddenly?

“Yes?”

I asked cheerfully, and he clenched and unclenched his fist.

What’s up with that?

It seems like he put a lot of strength into his fist. But why? I really can’t understand his intentions.

“…Don’t marry that man.”