My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 48

Episode 48

“It says here, ‘Magic that resonates within a 5km radius of a person’s heart.'”

Ada’s complexion turned pale.

“What you said earlier, it spread throughout the Tower of Matap.”

His confession of being a terrorist had become known to all.

He was no longer the confident person who always lodged complaints.

Ishael smiled playfully and retorted.

“W-What is this…!”

“Well, what can I say? You fell into a trap.”

And that’s when it happened.

Claude, who had been trapped in the side room, rushed out with disheveled hair.

“I’m a witness too. Ah, I’m so angry. Arrest that bastard quickly!”

* * *

In fact, the plan from the beginning was to expose Ada as a terrorist.

The problem was setting a trap to capture him at the scene.

Fortunately, upon seeing Claude’s face, an idea came to mind.

He had an item that could project his thoughts outward.

The plan was to use that item to make Ada’s thoughts resonate throughout the entire Tower of Matap.

“Yes, let’s help! If we put a magical device for interpreting thoughts into the spell bottle, it should work, right?”

“Well, yes. But are you really going to help me like this?”

“Well, yeah? It feels like I should support whatever you’re doing.”

Thanks to the simplest-minded Claude in the world, it was very easy to set a trap for Ada.

But there was one problem.

Alfred’s room, where the spell bottle was stored, had a very small blind spot.

It was just big enough for two people to squeeze in.

So the plan was for Claude and Ishael to ambush in the side room and capture Ada at the scene.

But as they stood close together, something felt off.

It wasn’t like they were extremely close or anything.

To be precise…

“There’s something dirty about this feeling.”

Claude, despite being a magician, had a solid physique.

He was in great shape, that’s what it meant.

But why did it feel so unpleasant?

“It feels like… we’re doing something we shouldn’t be doing.”

Like being stuck to a close relative in the hot summer.

Claude seemed to feel the same way.

“Me too. I don’t feel good. It’s like being involved in something dirty with a close relative.”

We battled fiercely in the side room until Ada arrived.

Both Claude and I were filled with rage, that’s for sure.

* * *

Ishael, who explained the whole story of the incident, smiled playfully and fully revealed her flawed character.

“…That’s how it turned out. You damn terrorist. Go to hell quickly.”

“Aaaah!”

Ada fell victim to Claude’s attack magic and was sent to the Tower of Matap prison in a tattered state.

“Oh, this time Ishael caught a terrorist again.”

“Yes! Isn’t she amazing?”

Not only was he grateful for saving his life, but seeing her like this made him even more pleased.

It seemed Claude felt the same way.

“What are you aiming for by piling up all these achievements? Do you want to become a duke?”

Ishael spoke humbly.

“I just need one small spell bottle that’s here.”

“…Don’t you want a reward even after capturing a terrorist?”

“Yes, that’s right. I think Claude deserves credit for this incident!”

Helic, Duke Saboia, and Claude.

The three of them were deeply moved by Ishael’s words.

“…What, what’s with you? Why are you so kind?”

“Huh? Me, kind?”

“Yes, it’s just a bottle. How do you intend to survive in this dog-eat-dog world…”

Ishael smiled softly, clutching the spell bottle filled with herbs and small gems to her chest.

“Then this is mine?”

Duke Saboia blinked as he looked at Ishael.

From the moment she embraced the spell bottle, a faint white light emanated from Ishael’s body.

A serene energy, almost reminiscent of her long-lost baby daughter, the Archmage!

The Duke widened his eyes in surprise.

For a moment, he foolishly wondered if Ishael was not Diana.

But that couldn’t be true.

He couldn’t sense any of Saboia’s abilities from her.

Perhaps it was due to the mingling of bloodlines from the daughter-in-law’s family.

Still, it had been a long time since he felt this longing.

Due to a slight stiffness in his neck, he could barely steal a glance.

And that’s when it happened.

A faint light seeped from the spell bottle in Ishael’s embrace.

The white light gradually intensified and enveloped her body.

In that moment,

Ishael stumbled and fell to the ground.

“Ishael!”

Duke Saboia unconsciously jumped forward, approaching Ishael.

It was instinct.

* * *

It was the moment when I fell to the ground, embracing the spell bottle tightly.

In front of my eyes, a familiar illusion began to appear.

This time, the illusion was slightly clearer than before.

A small, worn-out house where the daily struggles had taken their toll.

A boy was holding a little girl tightly, singing a lullaby.

“Brother, when can I go home?”

“When the atmosphere outside calms down a bit.”

“Brother, I’m tired. Really, really tired.”

“Uh? You can’t sleep now. You might freeze to death from the cold.”

The girl tugged playfully at her brother’s arm.

“What can I do then? Hm.”

“Well, everything except sleeping.”

“Then, brother, I’ll marry you later!”

“Huh, huh?”

“I’ll come and propose to you later! Hee! It’s a promise, okay?”

It was a happy moment for the two of them.

As someone grabbed my hand, my thoughts became tangled in an instant.

“Are you okay, Ishael?”

It was Duke Saboia.

I quickly snapped back to reality.

I coughed and nodded my head reluctantly.

Claude grabbed my shoulder and asked.

“Why are you like this? Is the bottle the problem?”

Duke Saboia looked at me with a worried expression.

“You’re in the process of awakening.”

I opened my eyes.

“An awakening illusion, right?”

“Yes. I felt an explosive mana from you earlier. It seems the spell bottle has accelerated your awakening.”

I chuckled darkly and nodded my head.

Despite the headache from the aftermath of the illusion, I had experienced the awakening illusion!

I could ignore a mere headache.

“It seems you’re experiencing the side effects of the awakening illusion.”

“Side effects? Ugh…”

That damn Pedro didn’t experience any side effects when he ascended to the 2nd Circle.

He kindly explained to me.

“It’s because you possess strong power. Usually, the stronger the side effects of the awakening illusion, the more powerful the inherent power in that person.”

I opened my eyes.

“Oh, if that’s the case, then it’s fortunate.”

“She had a similar aura to my granddaughter, Irina Sered.”

“Wasn’t Irina a grand mage?”

“Yes, she was a grand mage with very special abilities.”

My eyes widened.

After the magic ceremony, another experiment?

“Really?”

Duke Saboia nodded and handed me a small potion.

“Drink this for now. It’s a potion that calms the side effects of the awakening illusion.”

I drank the potion given to me by Duke Saboia.

At that moment, Claude roughly handed me a handkerchief and said, “Eat quickly and wipe off the blood on your mouth.”

I wiped my mouth with the handkerchief and then drank the potion.

Duke Saboia smiled kindly and added.

“It must be a formidable power. I wonder how many circles you’ll ascend once you awaken.”

At that moment, Claude, who had been silent, grumbled.

“I complimented her first, you know.”

It felt like the two of them were competing over me.

But it was right at that moment.

Claude reached out his hand towards me and said.

“Is it okay if you receive the spell bottle? That’s why you vomited blood, right?”

No.

“I’ll give you a gold ingot as compensation. Wouldn’t that be better?”

That clueless child.

“Hahaha! I really like this!”

I awkwardly embraced the spell bottle tightly.

I was the one who executed this plan!

This spell bottle was none other than a bottle created directly by the deity.

It contained golden turmeric, an herb that summons deities, and directon, an herb that purges evil energy.

Was that all?

There were even fragments of diamonds imbued with the deity’s faint power.

And even a necklace made by the deity himself from encrusted peridot!

Even if they didn’t know, there was quite a powerful divine power infused in the bottle.

Naturally, it could only accelerate the awakening.

“There was a reason why I used the spell bottle as bait to capture Ada.”

Before the regression, when the mausoleum was attacked and exploded.

There was a story that Alfred’s spell bottle was lost in the mausoleum.

So Alfred’s spell bottle, which contained the divine power, became the target.

Fortunately, Claude easily fell for the plan of “capturing Ada using the spell bottle.”

Thanks to him, this precious item ended up in my possession.

I chuckled darkly and held onto the spell bottle even tighter, unwilling to let go.

“I really love this. It’s the best.”

Right at that moment, Helic firmly handed me a bottle.

“You seem to love the spell bottle so much! Ishael, please give this bottle to Dylan!”

Duke Saboia murmured with a slight frown.

“That’s a love spell bottle, you know?”

“Hehe, to be precise, it’s a bottle that enhances affection in a person’s heart!”