My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 59

Episode 59

Helic said that once the awakening is complete, the bracelet will shatter into pieces. 

That means the true awakening will soon begin. 

I looked up with a sly smile. 

“Will Your Majesty have time for such idle chatter when you arrive?” 

I could already hear the footsteps of the Emperor approaching as he was about to inaugurate the hunting festival.

* * *

Whooohoo!

The loud sound of a large horn signaled the start of the hunt. 

Knights and mages, chosen by nobles to uphold their honor, entered the hunting grounds. 

There were cavalry and infantry, and even mages covered in robes. 

But among them, I stood out the most. 

It wasn’t an overestimation of myself; it was the murmurings from the surroundings. 

“Ishael Odette, you say?” 

“Why didn’t she hire a representative?” 

Then, a mage wearing a robe mumbled devoutly, “That person is a deity from Matap.” 

Was it really that obvious? The knights also seemed skeptical, scratching their heads. 

However, just one glance from Dylan silenced them all. 

“Sir Dylan is also here!” 

“Are you here as a representative of His Majesty…?” 

They murmured again. 

I leisurely looked around. 

Familiar faces started to appear, those who came as representatives. 

Among them were members of the palace knights. 

And right in the middle was Sir Tov, who had a close relationship with me. 

He made eye contact with me and smiled widely. “Oh,Ms. Ishael!” 

“Sir Tov!” 

“Ah, have you been well?” 

“Of course! And you, Sir Tov?” 

“I’ve been fine. I’ve heard all about your reputation, Ms. Ishael.” 

“Oh, have you heard it already?” 

Sir Tov playfully gave me a thumbs up as if I were amazing.

 “Congratulations on becoming a noble and escaping your family!” 

“Thank you.” 

“Haha, by the way, we haven’t had a chance to talk. When you have time, let’s chat more…” 

I was about to smile brightly at him when it happened. 

A gloomy aura was felt from behind. 

Dylan, who had been wandering around me, suddenly wrapped his arm around my shoulder. 

“Didn’t I tell you that Tov is dead?” 

“He’s clearly alive right in front of us.”

It seemed Tov had overheard all of our conversation. 

He looked at me and wiped his sweat. 

“Ahaha…” 

“Sir Tov, haven’t you tried to say something else?” 

“Oh, no! Then, I’ll, I’ll take my leave now! You two suit each other quite well.”

He even stumbled over his words. 

Dylan watched him disappear with a blank expression. 

Soon, he whispered softly, “Ishael seems to be very popular.” 

Such an obvious understatement. 

“But the wind…” 

His tone was even somewhat subdued. 

The hand wrapped around my shoulder was filled with force. 

“No…” 

I distinctly remember him saying something about the wind. 

“I’m not close to Sir Tov!” 

Why do I want to comfort him? 

He looked at me and forced his raised eyebrows down. 

“Still…” 

“I won’t blow the wind, I promise! Okay, Dylan?” 

He asked earnestly, “Shall I hang a noose around my neck if I blow the wind on your body and tear you apart?” 

That’s too extreme.

“No, there’s no need for that!” 

He said with a soft smile, “I’ll let you know after I hang the noose.” 

No, is this person for real! 

But before I could respond, a loud noise echoed. 

Beeeeeep- 

It signaled the official start of the hunt.

* * *

Inside the hunting grounds’ townhouse, around ten or so image spheres were placed, showing various corners of the hunting grounds. 

The current Emperor, and Emmanuel stared intently at an image sphere that reflected Dylan and Ishael, to be precise. 

“Their hearts are racing.” 

“Mine too, Your Majesty.” 

There’s a reason for that. 

They were holding each other’s hands. 

“It’s quite scandalous.” 

Emmanuel asked with a happy expression, “May I use profanity for a moment, Your Majesty?” 

“That’s not allowed.” 

“I understand. Ha, they’re so beautiful.” 

They were in a world of their own. 

It was when the other nobles were perplexed, hanging glances with each other. 

The Grand Mage Michael, who was sitting nearby, picked up a magical device for controlling the image sphere. 

He wanted to increase the volume of the image sphere showing Ishael and Dylan. 

“Ishael, are you all right?” 

“Ah, I feel a bit dizzy.”

 Dylan, who had lightly wrapped his arms around Ishael’s shoulders, looked up at the air. 

It was a somewhat awkward moment. 

Ishael looked puzzled and asked, “Dylan?” 

“No, it’s a thorn.” 

Dylan smiled softly. 

Their conversation was perfectly ordinary. 

It was when people made puzzled expressions and murmured things like, “Other image spheres don’t have sound, do they?” 

“Why only those two…?” 

The Emperor, who held his face in one hand, looked at Emmanuel. 

“Did you see it too?” 

“Of course, Your Majesty.”

A lovely lady and a knight-like feeling protecting her! 

The aspiring Grand Mage, Michael, murmured in a soulless voice, “Truly a beautiful couple, Your Majesty.” 

People exchanged glances. 

They wondered if it was acceptable to indulge in meaningless flattery in front of the Emperor, who managed state affairs. 

However, at that moment, the Emperor spoke solemnly, “Observing the daily life of a beautiful couple can be beneficial for state affairs.” 

Watching the Emperor, Diana and Lorelei’s family clenched their lips. 

Especially Diana trembled all over. 

‘Even the Emperor… is drawn to Ishael…’ 

But it was fine. 

She, and the one behind her, had prepared something. 

And at that moment, with a small noise, the image sphere briefly turned off. 

“Huh? What’s going on?” 

“There doesn’t seem to be anything wrong.” 

Michael narrowed his eyes. 

“Hmm…” Neither Duke Saboia nor Claude Saboia participated in the hunt. 

Was he the only one feeling this awkward atmosphere? 

Michael tapped the table, showing a contemplative expression. 

“Let’s keep an eye on it for now.” 

Inside the hunting grounds, there was the strongest knight, Dylan. 

And here, there was himself, a Grand Mage. 

The bombs installed by the Red Castle had already been removed by numerous personnel. 

So, there shouldn’t be any major problems, probably… 

That’s what he thought. 

It was when the image sphere started to judder again.

* * *

A secluded path in the hunting grounds. 

The presence that played tricks on the image sphere was none other than Marriott, the leader of the terrorist organization “Red Castle.” 

“Seems like this is as far as the pranks go.” 

Wearing knight armor and covering his face with a black robe, Marriott, the leader of the terrorist organization, turned his body around. 

His subordinate, who was beside him, cautiously added, “The Emperor paid attention to the hunting grounds, and above all, Dylan’s skills are too exceptional for kidnapping.” 

“That’s true.” 

“Whatever we do now is risky, so it would be better to kill him later.” 

Marriott’s gaze turned frigidly severe. 

“Playing pranks should be enough, right? Isn’t that so?” 

For some reason, Ishael was strangely provoking his very old scent. 

He lightly chanted a dark magic incantation. 

In an instant, a dark aura flowed within the hunting grounds. 

Dark magic was still an area that no one truly understood. 

Even for Grand Mages or invincible knights, dark magic would be like a drop in the ocean. 

Especially, for someone like Dylan, who harbored a dangerous curse within him, it was even more so. 

Thanks to the meticulous barriers of the mages, casting perfect dark magic was impossible. 

However, a festival was about to begin. 

He removed the mask covering his face and leisurely took his seat as a spectator.