My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 85

Episode 85

Mung Mungi smiled cheerfully and said, “Mung Mungi, I like carriage trips!”

“A carriage trip? But it takes four days by carriage.”

“Huh?”

“With teleportation magic, we can arrive in just a few hours.”

Duke Saboia interjected, “Ah, that’s right. It’s currently four in the afternoon, so we’ll arrive around dinnertime.”

Claude clenched his fist as if he was giving his all.

However, at that moment, Mung Mungi burst his bubble.

“As far as I know, if you use teleportation magic excessively, you could die.”

Teleportation magic involved moving the human body to a different location. 

But the farther the distance, the more mana it required, and there were limitations.

Of course, Claude and Duke Saboia were both powerful sorcerers. 

With ample mana and expertise in magic, they could move relatively safely and swiftly. 

But there would still be limits.

Duke Saboia pondered for a moment before replying, “You won’t die, but you might lose an arm or so.”

[“Losing an arm is trivial. Let’s hurry.”]

Mung Mungi opened his mouth wide.

“Claude is really strange!”

Duke Saboia looked at him and shook his head.

“No, you’re perfectly fine compared to Claude!”

[“That’s right! No, you’re not!”]

“Prepare some pretty flowers and gifts. Are you going empty-handed?”

“…?”

Mung Mungi momentarily looked bewildered.

The point is, isn’t it that using teleportation magic excessively could result in losing an arm?

“Ah, my bad. What should I prepare?”

“Let’s think about what Ishael and Diana liked.”

“Hmm, let’s see. It seemed like they liked money…”

“Our baby values gifts with heartfelt intentions more.”

As Mung Mungi listened to their ongoing discussion, he let out a deep sigh and said, “What? Then give them expensive gifts filled with heartfelt intentions!”

Claude, who hadn’t considered that, gaped in surprise.

“That’s a great idea!”

“You’re old but your thoughts are short. All of you!”

Unable to deny it, Claude turned his gaze away and mumbled.

“Well, anyway, I think I should pack all the gifts as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, Claude. It may not make up for your sins, but it’s a start.”

“Yes…”

Claude, who had suddenly adopted a humble posture, nodded his head.

Mung Mungi observed their young and happy smiles and pursed his lips.

Claude, my brother, and the Duke, they’re so close.

“I should keep my distance a bit.”

Even I, Mung Mungi, like Ishael, who is our contract holder, but still…

I don’t want to catch the excessive-arm-loss disease!

“How are we going to prepare the gifts?”

“As quickly as possible. Let’s get everything ready in less than ten minutes.”

They couldn’t wait for a moment and immediately rushed into the salon. 

Naturally, Madam Fablery, the first priority in the Fablery Salon, was called upon by Claude, who had stacked up heaps of gold coins. 

“Put in all the dresses and everything else.” 

Madam Fablery looked puzzled. 

“Excuse me?” 

“I have an extra-dimensional pocket. Use the most expensive one.” 

“All of a sudden?” 

“Do it all. It’s urgent.” 

“If you put in such beautiful dresses and precious jewels, even the foundation of a considerable family might crumble….” 

Claude chuckled with a smirk. 

“Is our family foundation going to crumble?” 

Behind him, Duke Saboia spoke up, “According to my position, I can afford to pay for that.” 

Finally, Mung Mungi added the finishing touch, “I’m Mung Mungi!” 

“Suddenly?” 

“Mum! (Hmm!)” 

“Here?” 

“Mumumi! (Hmm, hmm!)” 

Mung Mungi cheekily looked up at the empty space. 

But people turned their eyes away. 

They didn’t have time to focus on Mung Mungi. 

Madame Fablery was the first to speak, “Well, I guess I worried for nothing. I’ll put everything in then.” 

Indeed, Madame Fablery was a pro. 

Countless dresses she had prepared went into the extra-dimensional pocket. 

Blue diamonds, necklaces resembling corals, mystical purple lace dresses woven from a different continent, and delicate satin patterned dresses—all the dresses she had brought were packed to the brim in the extra-dimensional pocket. 

But then, Mung Mungi said with a bright smile, “It’s still not enough!” 

Claude also chimed in, “That’s true.” 

“But there’s no time.” 

Madame Fablery said, looking bewildered. 

“I put in back-to-back a hundred dresses and included various rare jewels. 

The extra-dimensional pocket is full. 

Besides, you summoned me, and it’s only been about five minutes since I introduced the dresses.” 

“A hundred dresses, it’s so trivial.” 

“Besides, it’s been more than just five minutes. It’s already over five minutes.” 

Duke Saboia looked anxious as he glanced at his watch. 

“Anyway, thank you. I’ll make it up to you later.” 

“Yes, then I’ll bid you farewell for now.” 

Madame Fablery watched the hurried departure of the Saboia family with a mix of curiosity. 

“Now that I think about it, this is the first time I’ve heard Claude speak properly as a Saboia.” 

Even Duke Saboia was showing an unexpected side to him. 

She had never seen him so happy before. 

“If it’s a joyful event that could happen to the Saboia family, could it be…?” 

She slightly narrowed her eyes in contemplation. 

“…No, surely not, there’s no way that happened, right?”

Madam Fablery smiled as she watched the salon’s door closing. 

She felt somewhat uneasy.

* * *

Saboia Duke, Claude, and Mung Mungi stood side by side, holding the extra-dimensional pocket close to their chests. 

With a big grin, Mung Mungi asked, “So, are we leaving now?” 

“Yes.” 

Duke Saboia nodded and muttered the incantation softly. 

Mung Mungi continued to pester, “How long does it take if we use the teleportation magic circle?” 

“It should take about three hours.” 

To travel a distance of four days by carriage in just three hours was truly revolutionary. 

Due to the underdevelopment of mobile magic, teleportation magic was difficult to use for anyone who wasn’t an Archmage. 

As it rapidly depleted mana, after medium-range teleportation, one had to rest. 

But Claude shook his head as if it wouldn’t do. 

“Too long. Two hours.” 

“Well, yes. If we’re good, we might get there in an hour. Sacrificing one arm should do.” 

Decades of waiting. 

Even an hour seemed long. 

It was fine if one arm got cut; it would probably regenerate someday. 

Anxious, they held onto the extra-dimensional pocket and recited the incantation again. 

Just then, Mung Mungi whispered softly, “Right, we should also buy precious items that Ishael would like.” 

The grand teleportation magic circle being magnificently drawn under Duke Saboia’s feet stopped with a fizzling sound. 

“What are you talking about?” 

Mumumi exclaimed cheerfully. 

“Evil villains might target our sister!” 

Every word of a divine being carries tremendous weight. 

Mung Mungi didn’t realize what kind of weight his words carried and blinked innocently. 

“Why aren’t we going? When are we going?” 

With a smirking grin, Mung Mungi grabbed the Duke’s collar and shook him vigorously. 

But Duke Saboia and Claude only looked at Mung Mungi with distorted expressions, not saying a word. 

The Duke cautiously took a step back. 

“So… you mean that evil villains will attack our granddaughter?” 

“Uh-huh! Why?” 

“Is this just your personal opinion, or is it a prophecy?” 

“Huh!” 

Mung Mungi’s eyes widened as he brought both hands to his mouth and shouted, “A prophecy!” 

The Duke’s face twisted in anguish. 

“So, if they are evil villains, then it’s <Red Castle>.” 

“Yes!” 

Mumumi blinked rapidly, nodding his head. 

“How dare they attack our granddaughter…” 

While the Duke’s face was contorted in anger, Claude, who was action-oriented, pushed the gifts into the extra-dimensional pocket and muttered sullenly, “Thirty minutes.” 

“…Mum?” 

“We’ll arrive in front of Ishael in thirty minutes.”