My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 49

Episode 49

Duke Saboia had a strange expression on his face.

“Why does it bother me that your relationship is progressing…?”

“It’s just a minor thing. It’s just the kids fooling around.”

“But still, it feels off.”

“Your Grace, since you’ve been separated for a long time, maybe you dislike seeing couples! Haha!”

“I’m not such a petty person. Anyway, I have something I want to give as a congratulatory gift for your awakening.”

“Oh?”

I had already received an overflowing amount of presents.

Duke Saboia whispered something to Helic.

After Helic came back from the magic shop looking surprised, he handed me a rosary bracelet.

Unlike other rosaries, it had a unique shape with an elongated bar in the middle.

“This is a bracelet that shows how much awakening is left.”

“Oh!”

I quickly put on the bracelet and felt a natural synchronization with the bar.

<Preparing…>

“When the awakening is complete, the bracelet will break. It’s like a disposable item.”

“Wow! It’s really amazing!”

“It’s a rare item, even in the mausoleum.”

“Really? Can I have this precious gift?”

“Well, dear. Since you saved my life, it’s not a waste.”

While we were having a conversation, the bracelet made a tinkling sound.

<????? 40%>

“That sound means there’s still 40% left until the awakening. It’ll be soon!”

“I’m really looking forward to it, truly.”

My success, or more precisely, my penthouse measuring 100 billion, was speaking.

As I smiled contentedly, Duke Saboia looked at Helic and said.

“Now that Ishael seems to have recovered, we should start preparing to transfer the terrorist in the palace prison and interrogate him.”

* * *

On the way out of the mausoleum, leaving Ishael and Claude behind.

Duke Saboia briefly stopped his footsteps and spoke excitedly.

“This time, we should be able to firmly catch the tail of the Red Castle gang.”

“Yes.”

“We might also find out how the mausoleum terrorism started.”

“Then let’s go now.”

“But wait.”

“Yes?”

“Ishael’s appearance. Doesn’t it resemble mine?”

“Really? Well, it’s more like inheriting the remarkable bravery of the Saboia family.”

Duke Saboia laughed and said.

“Yes, it feels like her bold nature is just like the only descendant left in the world, as if she has my blood.”

Helic thought to himself.

No, then what about my dear grandson, Claude? Your Grace, what did he do to deserve such treatment?

With a vague feeling, they walked through the corridors of the mausoleum.

Helic and the Duke faced the revenant gazes of the mausoleum mages, who flocked like ants.

“We heard all the sounds that spread throughout the mausoleum.”

“What on earth was it?”

“It sounded like Ada’s voice. Was Ada a terrorist?”

Helic gave a brief explanation.

“Yes. Lady Ishael set a trap and captured the terrorist Ada.”

“Why did Ada’s voice come out so loudly?”

“Well, Lady Ishael took care of that. It was Ada’s voice from her heart.”

His words contained a hint of deception.

The magical tool that allows the voice of the heart to be heard was developed by Claude himself.

But the mages of the Tower of Matap, who were oblivious to that fact, looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

“Wasn’t it thanks to the Spell Bottle that things went well for her?”

Helic clapped his hands and said.

“That’s nonsense. Lady Ishael is naturally smart.”

“Then was it all an act?”

The mages looked at each other with trembling gazes.

Helic scratched his head.

Well, it will be clarified later.

At the moment, he didn’t know what butterfly effect his words would cause.

* * *

It was 6 o’clock, the end of shift. 

As Ishael walked through the corridor to leave work, she encountered a peculiar situation.

Everyone seemed to be avoiding her presence.

What on earth is this feeling of being treated as if she’s a nuisance?

She covered her ears and listened to the surrounding noise.

“Isn’t that Ishael who acted like a fool?”

“Incredible!”

“I want to talk to her!”

“Should we ask about that magic ritual? How did she do it?”

Even though the Tower of Matap  was known for its skill-oriented hierarchy, it felt as if they were idolizing her.

“To go to such lengths…”

Ishael blinked her eyes.

It’s not bad to be idolized, but she didn’t want to think about it any further.

It was now 6 p.m., the time when all office workers turn into zombies.

Ishael, who was walking like a zombie, finally arrived in front of the mausoleum’s main gate.

Surprisingly, there was a man in front of the gate.

It was… Dylan?

He nervously avoided eye contact while touching his ears.

“I heard that it is a husband’s duty to assist his wife’s commute.”

“R-Really?”

“Yes. I’ve been neglecting my duties so far, but from today on, I will work properly.”

…It doesn’t seem like it?

Ishael was slightly confused, but she got carried away with the thought of sharing her experience today and forgot about her discomfort.

“Dylan! Actually, I have something to brag about!”

Dylan matched his steps with Ishael’s slow pace and asked affectionately.

“What is it?”

“Well, I might be a powerful mage! Isn’t it fascinating?”

“Yes, it is fascinating.”

He smiled gently.

Then he slowly leaned his face against Ishael’s neck.

“Maybe it’s a healing ability.”

“Huh? Why?”

Unlike the startled Ishael, Dylan calmly nuzzled his nose against her neck.

“When I’m with Lady Ishael, I feel healed… Especially when we touch like this, it brings me a sense of calm.”

Ishael was slightly surprised by his touch but soon burst into laughter.

“R-Really? If it’s a healing ability, that would be wonderful!”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Healing abilities make it easy to find a job and make money.”

“You’re already thinking about such useful things.”

“Yes! If I earn a lot of money, I’ll give you a generous divorce settlement, Dylan! Promise!”

Dylan looked at Ishael intently.

They had promised each other that they would divorce after one year.

He had never broken even the smallest promise before.

He had never crossed any forbidden line.

But why did the mention of divorce always trigger an eerie sensation?

Dylan chuckled softly as he brushed his black hair back.

“I have something I should give you, Ishael.”

“What?”

“You’re going to live with me as my wife for a year.”

He smiled mischievously.

He wanted to hide his strange and sinister desires hidden in his red eyes.

He thought he could hide them to some extent.

Until Ishael cautiously took out the Love Spell Bottle before entering the townhouse.

“Um, Dylan. This is the Love Spell Bottle. It enhances the aura of affection.”

Dylan slowly pursed his lips.

“Are you giving me a gift?”

“Yes!”

He graciously accepted the gift.

It was a tiny bottle filled with pink stones, smaller than the palm of his hand.

It was the first gift Ishael had given him.

As soon as he realized that fact, the corners of Dylan’s eyes began to turn red.

“A-Are you okay?”

It was when the bewildered Ishael looked at him with concern.

He lightly rested his face on Ishael’s shoulder and softly whispered.

“I’m not okay at all.”

Dylan admired Ishael, but he also desired her.

She evoked both awe and vulgar feelings within him.

Until now, the intensity of his emotions had maintained a delicate balance.

But now, the ‘desire’ side was starting to cross the line.

Sensations throughout his body began to throb with excitement.

He mumbled with a dull gaze fixed on Ishael.

“I…”

“D-Dylan?”

Ishael was taken aback and tried to step back, but Dylan stopped her.

“I think I’m going a little crazy.”

Ishael thought to herself.

It wasn’t just a little.

He seemed truly insane.

“This… This bottle is completely insane! It must be cursed! I’m going to throw it away!”

Helic said it was nothing special!

Flustered, Ishael hastily reached out her hand towards the bottle.