My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 82

Episode 82

Once again, mysterious black characters were drawn over the ritual.

At the same time, an illusion appeared in the air.

Duke Saboia, Mung Mungi, and Claude anxiously collided with each other, gazing endlessly at the illusion.

Within the illusion, Elon whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Your name is now Ishael.”

Dana with empty eyes nodded her head.

“Call me Dad.”

“Yes…”

The very short-lived illusion came to an end.

As if awakening from a dreadful nightmare, Claude and Duke Saboia were speechless.

After a long silence, Duke Saboia was the first to speak up.

He stuttered, “Diana is…”

But he couldn’t finish his sentence.

Instead, Shinsu or Mung Mungi, cutely raised his dog-like ears and said, “Dimanaga Mishaell noona motda, matda! (Diana is Sister Ishael, right!)”

Even in the form of a puppy, Shinsu spoke eloquently!

Mung Mungi wagged his tail as if he found it fascinating.

On the other hand, Claude and Duke Saboia’s expressions had been half-broken for a while.

Duke Saboia’s eyes twitched with clear hostility.

“How dare they…”

She was a child who deserved the most precious treatment.

Yet there were those who dared to torment and harm her.

Amidst the silence where nobody could speak, Claude trembled.

He roughly wiped away his teary eyes with the back of his hand.

His wet eyes turned red, but it didn’t matter.

Did he have the right to cry?

When a precious girl suffered so much for no reason.

But he couldn’t just sit still.

“The orphanage director is imprisoned in the tower’s dungeon, and the Lorelei family is in the palace’s dungeon.”

[Yes.]

“Imprison the orphanage director in the palace’s dungeon. Handle it simultaneously.”

The stern expression vanished from Claude’s face.

He had to deal with those who dared to harm Ishael first.

Then he could offer them as gifts.

“I took the lives of those who tormented you.”

* * *

The orphanage director, Paul, was moved to a solitary cell across from the Lorelei family’s dungeon.

Perhaps because it wasn’t too far from the other dungeons.

The Lorelei family could be seen through the iron bars.

Elon seemed half-crazed, and Elon’s wife and Soldika all looked much more miserable than before.

Paul, who was still fine, casually cracked a joke.

“Now I see you like this.”

Elon murmured with a husky voice, “Who are you?”

“It’s me, Paul. Remember, the orphanage director from back then?”

When he mentioned the orphanage director from back then, Elon recalled something.

“Sangermane Nursery? Why are you here?”

“Oh, Duke Saboia sent me here. Why wouldn’t a mere orphanage director like me be here?”

“You’ve done despicable things.”

“Well, you said you were looking for a child… And it would be just a coincidence if the child I sent you turned out to be the one, right?”

Looking for a child?

Elon Lorelei wasn’t a fool.

As soon as he heard those words, something flashed in his mind.

‘Could it be that Duke Saboia’s granddaughter was at Sangermane Nursery?’

Paul mumbled to himself.

“Come to think of it, there was a girl who resembled the duke. Was her hair color silver? Or was it blonde? I can’t remember.”

After hearing Paul’s words, there was a clue.

‘Surely, Ishael, that girl, couldn’t be Diana, right?’

He thought it was ridiculous.

If they were a family, it wouldn’t be such a coincidence.

But if Ishael was Diana, it would be quite satisfying.

If he were to rot in prison forever, no one would know the story.

He couldn’t help but burst into a sneering laugh, imagining Duke Saboia, whom he couldn’t recognize even with his own granddaughter right in front of him.

But right at that moment.

Duke Saboia and his party appeared in front of Elon.

At first, Elon tried to ridicule them.

But Duke Saboia spoke first.

“I haven’t killed you all until now for a simple reason.”

He shot a cold glance at the four villains.

Even Elon, who had been arrogant, Paul, who liked to joke, and Masha and Soldika, who were half-crazed, trembled in fear.

In Duke Saboia’s eyes, they were nothing but clear enemies and obstacles.

If necessary, he could kill everyone present right now with a definite rage.

It was the moment when Elon was trembling and about to bow unconsciously.

Duke Saboia snapped his fingers towards the prison.

Elon’s body was instantly lifted into the air.

“Ugh, uuugh!”

An intangible force automatically tightened around his neck.

In the midst of extreme fear, he screamed.

“I haven’t needed to kill you until now.”

“G-ghak…!”

Elon convulsed with foaming at the mouth.

His glazed eyes rolled back.

As soon as the intangible force released him, Elon fell to the ground.

But that was also futile.

“Get up.”

“Ugh…!”

Though Duke Saboia didn’t even lift a finger, Elon’s body was filled with convulsions.

He felt like he could suffocate to death from fear and pain at any moment, but death wouldn’t come.

It was not only Elon who was suffering.

Masha and Soldika, who were tormented by Duke Saboia’s presence, were also half-mad while seeing Elon covered in blood.

Right at that moment.

A dim light emitted from Claude’s hand, gazing intently at the prison where Paul stayed.

In that instant, a glowing pattern was engraved on Paul’s chest.

It was a magic that inflicted everlasting pain as if they were branded with a powerful seal.

[Don’t you want to die?]

“Aaah!”

[I wish I could make you crow food right now.]

They deserved to die, and Claude didn’t hesitate to stain his hands with blood.

Unlike Elon and Paul, who had already lost consciousness due to extreme pain, Soldika and Masha were still conscious and shivering.

“P-please spare us…”

Duke Saboia casually slashed them.

“Shut your mouth.”

Although it was an expression Claude could say, no one protested.

Claude looked at Paul.

[Trash.]

He didn’t decapitate them right away.

Compared to the time Ishael, no, Diana suffered, this was too short.

Shouldn’t they suffer until the moment they close their eyes?

His magic was directed towards Masha and Soldika.

Their fate was determined by pain and death.

“Until my granddaughter decides when to kill you.”

[Until then, let them live in eternal suffering as if they are already dead.]

Marsha and Soldika collapsed under the ruthless sentence.

The prison was filled with groans and screams for a while.

* * *

On their way back to the mansion after exacting revenge.

[“Revenge seems much too short, Grandfather.”]

“….”

[“Really… It’s too short, Grandfather.”]

They had suffered for more than a decade.

Ishael, no, Diana had suffered as well.

Why was the time the villains suffered so brief?

Why?

He wanted to kneel down, cry, or do something.

But he still hadn’t met their precious girl.

“Claude, don’t be discouraged. Let’s go see Diana.”

Although he was filled with a desire for revenge against those who dared to harm Diana, he felt even more remorse.

[I regret it. Even when I didn’t know she was Diana, I should have treated her better….]

He had so much to say when he met Diana.

If they reunited after a long time, he had thought of all the things he wanted to say.

In a tender voice filled with affection, he wanted to say, “I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve never forgotten you for a moment.”

But then.

“Get lost, you swindler.”

In an instant, his spine chilled.

“Just a moment. I don’t think this is the right time for me to indulge in my emotions.”

When he first met Ishael,

He was in a state of excessive anger towards Pedro.

… And that’s not all.

In Claude’s mind, all the wicked deeds he had committed so far came back to haunt him.

[You, I’m talking to you. Pedro, you scamming bastard. I thought you’d discovered a decent tracking spell, but you turned out to be this damn useless. You ruined my expectations. Bastards like you should die. Die!]

To dare utter such disgusting words that would make Diana’s ears rot.

The words he had said were ingrained in his mind like a plague.

Claude’s complexion turned pale.

Until now, Claude had thought that when he first met Diana, he would be able to use his voice.

He was confident that he would call her ‘Diana’ with an impressive voice.

But that wasn’t the case.

[“How could I dare say such things to Diana…”]

His voice, severely shocked, came out slowly.

When people receive excessive shock, it seems like their mouths won’t open.

Mung Mungi, who had been murmuring to himself, spoke seriously.

“From today, Claude has become an unforgivable sinner.”

“…H-How could this happen.”

But there was an even more shocking thing to come.

“Claude.”

Duke Saboia muttered with a trembling voice.

“You, did you not get caught?”

[“What are you talking about…?”]

Even though everything seemed to have been revealed.

Was there something worse to fall into here?

As if driving a wedge into his shock, Duke Saboia asked.

“So I’m talking about the ‘Diana Room.’ I remember it being exposed…”

On behalf of Claude, who was shocked by the extreme shock, Mung Mungi answered instead.

“That’s right! Claude showed Diana Room! So many of them!”

Yeah….

He even revealed the ‘Diana Room.’

[Haha, isn’t it cool? Foolish idiot is, by the way, my nickname. Don’t even think about trying to find out.]

‘Who on earth would want the nickname “foolish idiot”?’

“Exactly, foolish idiot.”

‘Is this part also agreed with Lady Diana?’

“Of course, you don’t know, do you?”

As Claude thought that far, he knelt down in frustration.

But his past memories didn’t end there.

As if it was absurd, he even added.

“Oh, you. Even if you find our baby later, don’t ever talk about this.”

‘Why?’

No!

Stop there!

But his memories continued to replay incessantly.

He put on a superior expression and brushed his hair.

[I’ll remain a cool and silent older brother.]

“What… Yes, be strong. Fighting.”

He failed.

Both his image and his life.

Claude gave a bitter smile with helpless eyes.

[“So that means… I said such things to Diana…”]

Mung Mungi, who had been staring at him, cheerfully shouted.

“Mung Mungi guarantees it! Claude is a sinner!”

The powerless Duke Saboia cautiously intervened.

“…Your Grace.”

“Huh?”

He hesitated to intervene.

“That’s not important whether Claude is a sinner or not.”

The Duke averted his gaze from Claude, who was kneeling on the ground.

He was eager to go and see Ishael, no, his granddaughter.

“We need to contact her right now!”

Claude replied with a gloomy voice.

“I have to tell her that I’m going to see her right away.”

He carelessly threw the magical tool that could read his mind onto the floor.

Then he lifted the image device they had exchanged with Ishael.

Of course, she might not want to see him.

She might despise him as a disgusting older brother.

He put on a disillusioned expression and turned on the image device.

But….

Beep, beep!

The screen only flickers black.

Claude shook the image device in bewilderment.

No matter how much mana he put in, the image device wouldn’t turn on.

As if it was malfunctioning.