My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 64

Episode 64

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Even after many events had occurred, we returned home as usual. 

I muttered quietly, “I’m back.” 

Then Dylan greeted me, “Welcome home.” 

I teased him, “Hey, you were hiding behind me!” 

I looked at Dylan, who was standing behind me, and smiled brightly. 

I cleaned the dust piled up at home, and Dylan prepared the meal as promised.

Sweet aroma filled the kitchen. 

“Dinner is ready.” 

Looking at the meal he prepared, it felt like a distant memory of the time I scolded him for the burnt dish. 

Toast, jam, yogurt, and nuts. 

A simple and healthy supper time began. 

I looked at the jam he brought with wonder. 

“Wow, Dylan! Did you make peach jam?” 

“I boiled it slowly to keep the sweetness.” 

“Wow…” 

He was unbelievable. 

He was no longer just a person; he was a cooking machine.

I struggled to close my gaping mouth and mumbled, “I’m impressed.” 

He blushed as if saying it was nothing. 

“I’ll make apple jam in autumn. It’s supposed to be the best then.” 

“Ah, in autumn…” The word “autumn” made me think of something. 

Could we keep the marriage contract until autumn? 

Though we had written a one-year contract, I had already earned enough money to leave the newlywed town. 

If I collected the money from the Lorelei family, I could even buy a penthouse. 

Besides, if I leave the estate, I’ll have to focus on developing the territory for a while. 

But… 

“I’ll tell him a little later.” 

We already received the pamphlet for the third week of the newlywed couple, you know. 

This time, the pamphlet was about “Writing a Honeymoon Concept Travel Diary.” 

Do we want to use it as promotional material for the second newlywed town that will be supplied later? 

I don’t know why we have to do promotion, but… 

“Anyway, I want to fulfill Emmanuel’s expectations.” 

So, announcing the end of our relationship, not living in a house like Dylan’s… that could wait a little longer. 

“Ishael.” 

“Yes?” 

“You are now officially a noble, so am I causing you any inconvenience because I’m a commoner?” 

“Of course not!” 

“Do you still prefer a commoner?” 

“I just never thought about it that way. I don’t mind whether you’re a noble or a commoner.” 

Now, Dylan’s identity no longer felt burdensome. 

He was just Dylan, no matter what his status was. 

“In fact, there’s something else that bothers me.” 

I tried to divert my gaze that was fixated on his lips since earlier. 

“We kissed earlier…” 

I came to my senses. 

I received a high-grade estate, and yet, why is Dylan’s kiss the most memorable thing? 

I awkwardly laughed and scooped a generous amount of jam onto the toast. 

“Ah, this looks really delicious!” 

“I’m glad you like it. Next, in winter, I’ll prepare orange jam, and in spring, strawberry jam.” 

How did he know all the seasonal fruits? I nodded as I bit into the toast.

“Yes, I like it!” 

The smile on my lips was merely because the food he gave me was delicious. 

He looked at me and smiled affectionately. 

“I’m looking forward to tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

With thoughts of what kind of dish would be served tomorrow, I became happier. 

However, right at that moment, someone knocked smartly on the door. 

When I opened the door, a small kid with pink eyes poked his face inside. 

“I passed the exam at the palace!” 

It was the dignified medium-sized dog, Mung Mungi, who had turned into a confident 10-year-old child. 

“I’m Shinsu!” 

“Congratulations, Shinsu.” 

“Well, it seems I have to take another exam! It’s a first-time thing. I have to go back to the palace later.” 

The childlike Shinsu ran toward me and preached like an adult. “By the time I return, they should recognize me.” 

“What? What do you mean they should recognize you?” 

Shinsu grinned and tilted his head playfully. 

“…Hmph, never mind. It’s no fun if someone else tells you.” 

He seemed mischievous for some reason. 

I extended my index finger and lightly tapped Shinsu’s cheek. 

“You should eat your toast quickly too!” 

“Hehe!” 

Oh, come to think of it. 

I opened my eyes wide and looked at Shinsu. 

I had forgotten about him while dealing with the fake. 

“You have prophetic abilities, right?” 

“Woof!” 

There were several reasons why I sought Shinsu. 

Was it to enhance my reputation? 

To deal with the fake Diana? 

Because he had incredible abilities, manipulating nature and directly connecting with gods? 

They were all correct answers. 

But there was one more. 

Shinsu could provide information about the real Diana through his prophecies.

I asked straightforwardly, “Where is Lady Diana now?” 

Shinsu replied calmly, “I already told you! She’s been completely captivated by that crazy fanatic!” 

“…That’s not good.” 

“Oops, the inspiration for a prophecy is coming to me!” 

I squeezed my palm and looked at Shinsu anxiously. 

“She seems to be on the verge of being devoured.” 

Well, that’s serious. 

I need to find her as soon as possible. 

I made up my mind and asked casually, “By the way, what about my family? Can you see my family?” 

Since I mentioned living a miserable life on the streets, there was a high probability that my family had died or become beggars. Or perhaps they just abandoned me on the street. 

But maybe my family is still looking for me. 

“Hmm…” 

“What about them?” 

“I think I’ll be able to find your family soon.” 

But right at that moment, there was a loud crash! 

Thud!

“What is it? The window broke.” 

I narrowed my eyes as I looked at the rampage of magical creatures like bulldozers destroying the house. 

“Another incident occurred, huh.”

Come on. 

Why are there non-stop incidents happening all the time? 

[I think I can find Diana. I found a clue. Please help me! P.S. If you cooperate, I’ll give you a penthouse in the capital!] 

What?

Penthouse in the capital as a gift?

My heart skipped a beat. 

How did he know about my dreams and hopes? 

“Because he sincerely cares about Diana,” I thought. 

Before departing for Odette Zashak, I had considered cooperating with Claude.

And I decided to ask him to help me find my real family as well. 

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I arrived at the “Diana Room” in the Citadel. 

The interior of the Citadel was so dark that it could be called the Mole’s Citadel. 

As I looked around, Claude made a sound. 

[It’s quite dark, isn’t it? Inspiration put out the lights and ran away.] 

“Ah… are you not feeling well?” 

Before the incident of the fake noblewoman was revealed, I had a conversation with Duke Saboia. 

It was before the hunting ceremony began. 

I told him that Diana was a fake and that I intended to reveal the truth during the hunting ceremony. 

He responded with a bitter smile, “I’ve been denying it, but I was expecting it to be a fake.” 

He also said that his desire to see Diana was blinding him. 

In any case, I thanked him and supported him. 

“It seems like he was quite disappointed.” 

It was an unavoidable situation. 

He wanted to do everything for his granddaughter, so it must be distressing for him. 

Even the people at Duke Saboia’s mansion seemed taken aback when Diana’s name was mentioned. 

The same was true for the wizards who had long been in the Citadel. 

Perhaps Duke Saboia wasn’t the only one feeling disappointed. 

[If we find the real Diana, Inspiration will regain his energy.] 

“That’s right.” 

[I want to give you a lot in return for your help. What do you like?] 

“Hmm, what I need is probably money, after all.” 

I did receive the territory, but it was just a territory. 

Developing rugged territory and abandoned mines requires a lot of money. 

[Again?]

“I’m also trying to find my real family. Viscount Lorelei said he just picked me up.”

“Really?”

“I’m an abandoned infant now, I suppose.”

[“How can you say that so casually? You have a strong heart.”]

It’s better to be picked up by Viscount Lorelei than to be his daughter. 

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly. 

“I’m not sure if it’s true, but I’ll try to find my real family.” 

[Okay, I’ll help too.] 

“Thanks. Let’s start with Lady Diana.” 

I was curious about who my real family might be, but that’s all. 

He handed me a document and coughed loudly. 

[Thank you. Read this.] 

Title: “Exposing Sangermane Nursery!” Author: Mad Goblin and a Rough Kiss 

“What is this Rough Kiss with a Mad Goblin’?” 

Could it be that Claude has such a taste?

A bit dirty, isn’t it? 

Claude’s face turned red in an instant. 

[Hey, that’s a pen name!] 

I made a disgusted expression and asked in return. 

“What is it, Claude? Is that your pen name?” 

…Is it even dirtier? 

[It’s a report written by a girl who lived at the Sangermane Nursery and then entered Melic Academy. I didn’t write it.] 

I read the report slowly. It contained facts about the abuse at Sangermane Nursery, with occasional clues about the girl.

(Translator’s Note: Hi, everyone! I mis-translated Mung Mungi’s gender and he happened to be a boy, not a girl. Sorry about that.)