My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 66

Episode 66

Dayra awkwardly smiled, curling the corners of her lips. It seemed as if she was seeking approval.

“Dayra Esfolt. A rough kiss with a mad goblin.”

“…”

Dayra’s face instantly turned red.

Yeah, it’s you alright.

“You’re the one who wrote the exposé on Sangermane Nursery, right?”

Only then did Dayra finally fix her trembling gaze on me.

It was the correct answer.

“I want to talk a little about that.”

Dayra’s eyes widened.

“You are interested in that matter? Really?”

I nodded vigorously, my hands sweating.

“Yes!”

Finally, the moment I would learn about Sangermane Orphanage had arrived.

But then, right at that moment.

Thud!

A small pebble rolled in front of her feet.

Seeing it, Dayra looked surprised.

“Thank you so much, but I have to go now!”

She seemed like someone waking up from a dream.

“What? Already? Weren’t you going inside the tavern? I thought you came for the class reunion.”

“Well, I was, but something urgent came up.”

“Oh, then, can we meet later, even for a short while…”

Dayra hastily muttered.

“Ah, ah, goodbye! I really have to go now! It’s urgent!”

She hurriedly walked away.

I couldn’t bring myself to stop her.

I just remembered her frayed pants that almost got torn by the pebble.

It was completely covered in bruises.

I gazed suspiciously at the spot where Dayra disappeared.

There must be something.

Something fishy and strange.

“Dylan.”

“Yes.”

“Something’s off, right?”

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Yes. Something is off.”

“What should we do…”

“Don’t worry. Spycraft is my specialty.”

“Huh?”

“Leave it to me.”

With a highly trustworthy demeanor, I nodded my head as if possessed.

* * *

This place is presumed to be the back alley of April B-1 Complex where Dayra lives.

The espionage mission with Dylan had begun.

I was closely attached to him.

“Is this alright?”

He whispered in my ear in a low voice.

“This is how we do it during an espionage mission.”

Of course, it seemed like something from a spy movie, but…

“…Is this also considered an espionage mission?”

“Yes. We can’t afford to get caught.”

Honestly, it seemed like unnecessary contact.

But it felt quite exhilarating.

“It’s completely different from the unpleasant feeling when I was stuck in a cell with Claude trying to catch terrorists.”

Dylan and Claude were both good-looking.

Claude also obeyed, no, treated me well.

But why did Dylan give off a completely different vibe?

Why was my heart racing uncontrollably?

At that moment, the memory of kissing him came back vividly.

“Maybe… I might be falling for Dylan…”

With my head resting against his solid chest, I bit my lips tightly.

The more I thought about it, the more my face felt like a burning sweet potato. Before I knew it, dawn was approaching. I saw someone stumbling into the alley, clearly drunk. At first, I thought it was just an ordinary drunkard. Bang! Bang bang! Until that drunkard pounded and kicked Dayra’s door.

“Hey, come out!”

Dayra, trembling, came out, looking like a pitiful little mouse. The drunkard grabbed her by the neck and sneered, “Did you think you could hide here like a little mouse? You’re the reason I hit the jackpot in Russian Roulette, hahaha!”

He tried to grab Dayra’s wrist roughly, and I hesitated to intervene at first, not knowing their relationship. But seeing her like that, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I rushed in.

“Ishael!”

Dylan tried to stop me, but I was faster. I swung my fist and hit the drunkard’s head.

“Hey, you crazy lunatic!”

“Ugh, who the hell are you?”

“It’s me, you trash!”

The drunkard turned his gaze to me and raised his fist to threaten me.

“What are you gonna do if I hit you just once?”

“What did you say?”

Dylan appeared behind me and he rolled his eyes in pain.

Strong yet gentle, that’s Dylan’s way. He held the drunkard by the neck and slammed him to the ground.

“Ishael, please do what you want. I’ll handle the interest.”

Solid as always, Dylan!

I held Dayra’s trembling hand and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Ishael? How did you get here?”

“I was worried.”

I looked at the bottom of her pants, covered in bruises. Dayra quickly tried to pull the pants down.

Dylan, who had been eavesdropping on our conversation, dragged the drunkard away to the alley.

“I’ll handle the trash for a moment. Trash, you deal with me.”

“Ah, I’m sorry!”

I mumbled as I watched them.

“I know. I’m not sure who that person is, but let’s send him to jail.”

Dayra, who had been staring blankly at them, muttered.

“Stop it.”

“Huh?”

“Stop it. He’s my boyfriend.”

Dayra’s body shivered and trembled. Dylan carelessly threw the drunkard away on the ground.

I turned to Dayra and said, “Break up cleanly.”

Like when I broke up with Pedro.

Then, Dayra tightly bit her lips and looked up at me.

“I, I have no one else.”

…What did she just say?

“So, just go now.”

* * *

I silently watched as Dayra grew distant from me.

“I’ll listen to your words for now. But only on one condition.”

“Yeah.”

“Just hit him once.”

How could someone dare to hit a man who hit you?

Dayra trembled in fear of retaliation. And then, it happened. Ishael narrowed his eyes slightly and held Dayra’s hand tightly. Bang! A loud noise echoed. Ishael’s hand, held firmly, struck the shoulder of the man who had fallen to the ground as he passed by.

“There you go. You can hit that man enough now.”

“Me, me…”

“When you want to break up with that man, contact me anytime.”

Actually, getting hit by her boyfriend was something she had grown accustomed to and it didn’t bother her anymore. Being used as an outlet for his pent-up frustration, apart from her special “ability,” didn’t feel bad at all. She was already used to being the target of his anger when her “ability” failed to function properly.

Amidst all this, Ishael, who approached me after seeing the report I wrote during our school days, became a grateful presence. But what would happen if she left this place? The unknown world that awaited her outside this dreadful hell was even scarier.

Dayra watched Ishael’s back as she left. Ishael looked cool. She showed her that the man who hit her and threatened her wasn’t such a formidable person after all. But even so, she still felt anxious and fearful. So she closed her eyes. And that’s how another day passed.

As expected, her boyfriend began banging on her door like a lunatic before the sun even rose. Dayra listlessly opened the door. When the man appeared, Dayra asked coldly, “W-Why are you here?”

He sneered while looking around, “You just stood still when I hit you last night, you useless piece of…”

Her head felt like it was turning white from his curse. But was it because of what happened last night? Somehow, he didn’t seem as frightening as before. She kept thinking of the sight of him lying helpless on the floor. He appeared to be a formidable opponent, but one she could overcome.

Dayra tightly bit her lips and shouted, “Just leave now! I won’t use my ‘ability’ for you anymore!”

“What did you say? Ha! You’re ungrateful!”

He tried to grab her by the neck, and her body immediately tensed up. Expecting this, she clenched her lips tightly in preparation.

But violence never occurred.

“Uwaaaagh!”

Instead, Ishael appeared. She watched as he dragged the man away. She whispered to him while gazing at the scene.

“Dylan, handle this. I think we need to send him to jail as a current offender.”

Dayra found herself unknowingly relaxing and sitting down on the floor. It was strange. He was undoubtedly a terrifying presence, but her fear was gradually fading away.

“Get up, Dayra.”

As soon as Ishael reached out her hand, she found the courage to stand up. Trembling, she asked, “About the report on Sangermane Nursery, you’re curious, right?”