My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 39

Episode 39

“That damn woman” naturally referred to Ishael.

Elon, now the Viscount of Lorelei, sighed and spoke.

“If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have cut ties with her sooner.”

“I never expected my sister to be suspected as a terrorist while being imprisoned in the Tower.”

“But still, we’re lucky!”

“Still, it’s fortunate that she disappeared early. Getting involved in terrorism, it’s incredibly messy! Anyway, it’s all because of those abandoned by their parents.”

Masha chuckled, as if her tongue was wagging, as if she were the most precious person.

There was no sympathy for Ishael in their expressions.

All that mattered to them was the joy of obtaining the title of Viscount.

Elon Lorelei, who had been puffing on his pipe, laughed heartily.

Thanks to his discovery of the water source, the empire’s drought had been somewhat alleviated.

In recognition of his contribution, he had his viscount title restored.

He even gained the right to participate in the party <Midsummer Odette> for emerging nobles.

It was all thanks to his connection with the influential Count Orléans.

“Soldika.”

“Yes?”

“Try to meet a good man at this <Midsummer Odette>. Meeting a good man is a woman’s fortune, you know.”

At the mention of a good man, Soldika’s mind quickly spun.

In fact, as soon as she heard the news that her sister had gone to prison and she became the Viscountess, she wrote a letter.

The recipient was Dylan, Ishael’s man.

A faint smile played on her lips.

To think that she, who had been imprisoned, became a Viscountess.

The difference in status was so extreme that she couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Soldika smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling.

“If I bring a good gentleman, will you help me get married?”

“Well, there are plenty of ways, Soldika.”

She smiled cheerfully at her father, who stroked his mustache.

“What is your goal this time, Father?”

The viscount chuckled mischievously in response.

“To impress His Majesty and make the Lorelei family widely known.”

“Surely that will happen.”

She laughed happily and walked outside.

She had to send a love letter to Dylan.

Soldika ignored the buzzing sound coming from a distance.

“Is it a bee?”

There was no need to pay attention to bees on a good day.

After carefully placing the letter she had written into an envelope, she waited for the mailman.

…And so, time passed, and the day of <Midsummer Odette> arrived.

Finally, she would escape from the reputation her sister had created and rise gloriously.

* * *

<Midsummer Odette> had a slightly different atmosphere compared to the usual social gatherings.

The emerging nobles watched a ballet performance.

Then came the tea time with the Emperor in attendance.

During this time, each person would present impressive items to the Emperor.

Afterward, they would have a chance to watch the recorded achievements of each family through a visual display.

Her father had obtained the finest box seat.

Soldika smiled with satisfaction.

In her gaze, she noticed Dylan walking silently without a partner.

“Has Dylan also become a noble this time?”

Soldika stared at Dylan intently, her heart filled with anticipation.

He was ascending to the box seat where the Emperor was.

“Indeed, that man is favored by His Majesty!”

No matter how you looked at him, the more you saw, the more alluring he became.

She wondered if she was the only one who thought so, as whispers could be heard around her.

“Is that, Sir Dylan, right?”

“He’s really handsome. He’s a talent that the ladies of society would long for as a knight.”

“But who is the woman sitting next to him in the box seat?”

A woman in a veil was sitting between the Emperor and Dylan.

She seemed to be at the center of everyone’s attention.

“Could she be the future Empress, Your Majesty?”

“Her face is not visible, so I’m not sure.”

Soldika gritted her lips and looked up at the box seat.

There was a lady inside?

Who could it be?

* * *

The pinnacle box seat where one can watch ballet performances from the highest point.

A selected few emerging nobles have the privilege of watching ballet with the Emperor… This year, the blessed person was none other than me, who is the benefactor of the Saboia Marquis.

I am one of the very few who know that I am the benefactor of the Saboia Marquis.

The Emperor invited both me and my husband, Dylan, to the box seat.

He likes good couples.

As I arrived at the box seat and looked around, I was truly astonished.

The box seat consisted of three seats in total.

The Emperor sat slightly forward in the front seat, with Dylan sitting in the seats behind on both sides.

However, the inside of the box seat was filled with flowers.

To be precise, flowers were blooming only around the seat where I would be sitting.

“All these flowers…”

Looking at it this way, it seemed like I was the Emperor.

Dylan, who had become noticeably thinner, spoke softly.

“During the week that I couldn’t see you, I arranged flowers and attended cooking classes. These flowers were made then.”

Well, I couldn’t see his face while I was imprisoned.

He looked at me tenderly.

“I see…”

“I couldn’t see you for over a week.”

“But you saw me on the visual display!”

“But I couldn’t see you in person.”

There was another problem.

The Emperor, who was sitting in the empty seat, looked too shabby.

Moreover, I was so surprised when I entered that I didn’t even greet the Emperor and looked at Dylan first.

“Is this okay?”

The Emperor didn’t even point it out.

I hesitated as I tried to read the Emperor’s expression.

“Truly, truly, a very beautiful sight!”

… The corners of the Emperor’s mouth were rising vertically.

Even his eyes were red.

His appearance was like that of a doting father.

I tried to interpret it kindly.

“Perhaps the Emperor enjoys being entertained.”

…As if that were possible.

I bowed my head towards the Emperor and spoke.

“Your Majesty, I am Ishael.”

“Glad to meet you. Please, have a seat.”

After a simple greeting, the Emperor playfully asked about my vision for the future.

“We have chosen the play ‘King of Snow,’ how does it sound to you?”

“King of Snow.”

It was a story about the lord of a beautiful winter castle who meets a lovely girl and breaks free from the captivity of her lonely world, finding happiness. In other words, a romantic tale of rescue…

“After hearing the synopsis, it sounded really amazing, didn’t it? Hahaha!”

The corners of the Emperor’s mouth twitched subtly.

“Do you also harbor a desire to rescue someone trapped in the Winter Castle?”

I don’t.

“Yes, of course!”

“As I thought! I believed in you!”

Don’t believe me.

I don’t have that desire.

The Emperor laughed satisfactorily.

“As a matter of fact, on the night the Blue Moon appeared, I received some delightful news. That’s why we have prepared the play ‘King of Snow’ this time.”

“What news do you speak of?”

Although it sounded somewhat condescending, the Emperor didn’t seem particularly interested.

“It’s news that warmth has returned to the Northern Winter Castle.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes. On the night the Blue Moon appeared, there was intelligence that the snow at the top of the Winter Castle had melted slightly.”

The Winter Castle was a place that changed according to the emotional and psychological state of the Grand Duke Castilla.

“It seems something significant enough to affect the mind of my brother.”

On the day the Blue Moon appeared, Dylan and I had some minor physical contact.

On that day, the Grand Duke Castilla also seemed to be going through an emotional upheaval.

It couldn’t be just a strange coincidence.

I smiled at him and spoke.

“When this news becomes known, the capital will surely buzz with excitement.”

Dylan suddenly trembled and grabbed my fingertips.

The Emperor observed Dylan, who had stiffened, with a side glance before speaking abruptly.

“Yes, it seems so… I am earnestly hoping for the Winter Castle to thaw this time.”

“I also hope that Your Grace will receive good news.”

I meant it in my own way.

If the Grand Duke Castilla were to return to society and politics, I also wanted to establish connections.

But it was when I finished speaking.

Dylan and the Emperor simultaneously cast me a gaze full of peculiar intensity.

What’s going on?

I just made a simple joke.

Why are they suddenly looking at me like that?

“I also think so. Such a beautiful heart. Haha!”

I turned away from the Emperor’s intense gaze and expressed my gratitude.

“Yes, thank you, Your Majesty.”

Dylan spoke firmly.

“Ishael.”

“…Yes?”

“Do you truly think so?”