My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 87

Episode 87

“Oh my, who is this well-behaved and adorable child? Their hair color is like a fluffy bear!”

An angered Mung Mungi pursed his lips, “Fluffy bear mamipmida! (Not a fluffy bear!)”

At that moment, the startled owner of the fruit stall, Bunny, spoke up, “Ah, you must be looking for Lady Odette. She seemed interested in Grand Duke Castilla. Didn’t she go to the Grand Duke’s Mansion?”

All three of them turned their attention to Bunny.

“I remember now, I heard she went on a trip with her handsome knight husband to the Grand Duke’s Mansion!”

Duke Saboia and Claude clenched their fists angrily.

“Then let’s go to Grand Duke Castilla, no, wait.”

In that instant, cold water was poured on the excited Saboia family.

Grand Duke Castllia.

Dylan, Ishael’s husband, was Grand Duke Castilla.

Dylan, no, Grand Duke Castilla was Diana’s husband.

At this point, they reached a conclusion they couldn’t have imagined before.

“Mung Mungi.”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t you call my granddaughter’s husband trash?”

“Yes! He’s so obsessiv-!”

So the husband who was excessively obsessed over Ishael was Dylan, in other words, the Grand Duke?

“…Then…”

A divine prophecy never goes wrong.

“He’s incredibly obsessi-! He’ll cling on and never let go! He’s incredibly, incredibly scary! He gets scarier as time goes on!”

Mung Mungi blinked.

It was a sign of the prophecy.

Perplexed, Claude and Duke Saboia looked at Mung Mungi, their palms sweating.

“W-What’s happening again?”

“Gosh.”

Mung Mungi’s tail popped out and wagged anxiously.

It meant something was wrong.

“We need to go quickly!”

“Why? Why?”

“There might be something irreversible if we’re too late!”

And right at that moment, their eyes met in the middle.

“I will sacrifice my life to complete the teleportation magic circle.”

At that moment, a teleportation magic circle appeared on the market floor.

A bewildered Bunny spoke, “Wait, why is there a teleportation magic circle on our fruit stall!”

Mung Mungi smiled innocently and waved his hand, “Wow! Let’s go together!”

That’s how they, or more precisely, including the fruit stall, arrived in front of Grand Duke Castila’’s residence.

The front of the Grand Duke’s Mansion was heavily guarded.

Various magical devices, dark auras, and black magic that only a grand wizard could feel, surrounded the entire Grand Duke’s Mansion.

The marks of witches were terribly visible.

But it didn’t matter.

Claude whispered softly, “What do we do?”

“…?”

“Let’s break through together.”

Mung Mungi sighed deeply.

“Let’s go!”

Sure, they might exploit young divine beings, but family members had to help each other!

* * *

At the same time, Marriott laughed heartily as he looked around.

Beautiful flowers bloomed brightly in the late summer, welcoming him.

“How beautiful.”

He felt like listening to an elegant orchestra.

He wanted to see the orchestra playing.

In the end, an aria filled with tragedy would be preferable.

“Diana, staying at Grand Duke Castilla’s Mansion.”

Grand Duke Castilla’s Mansion.

And the “Crimson Castle.”

He leisurely sneaked into the Grand Duke’s residence.

The ice-melted Grand Duke’s Mansion looked like an ordinary and beautiful territory.

But all Marriott could see was the perennial snow piled on the top.

“Really… It’s beautiful.”

He slowly hid himself in the darkness.

“Ah… So she arrived straight away. How fast.”

Everyone was gathering at Grand Duke Castilla’s Mansion.

* * *

“Can we really be here?”

“Yes.”

Was it really okay like this?

This was a small room on the second floor of Grand Duke Castilla’s Mansion.

In a word, they had intruded without the owner’s permission.

Moreover, Dylan casually threw the wood that was piled up outside the fireplace.

Before they knew it, the firewood was crackling and a warm air circulated in the small room.

Fortunately, the warm air quickly stopped their coughs, and the wet dresses dried quickly.

But that wasn’t important right now.

“Dylan, at least you’re Grand Duke Castilla’s closest confidant…”

I was gradually getting closer to the secret Dylan had hidden.

I shot him a suspicious look.

Dylan whispered carefully, “The room is a bit humble, but…”

“No, it’s even fancier than the room I lived in. I thought, wow, there’s even such a small room in this big castle.”

As I said that, his lips trembled faintly.

That’s a smiling expression of happiness.

“Why is Dylan so proud?”

I glanced at the fireplace and the old cloth hanging next to it, as well as the large sword.

Even though there were few maids managing the castle, and no one was staying here, it was neatly organized.

“He seems to be a neat style for a room owner.”

I also saw small household items.

A small fluffy ball was placed on the fireplace.

It seemed like a knitting work that had been abandoned.

The small greatsword looked like it had been used for a long time, as it had a bit of rust.

And…

“Huh?”

I noticed a half-torn diary next to the fireplace.

“It might burn in the fireplace if I’m not careful…”

I immediately bent down and picked up the diary.

At that moment, Dylan urgently stopped me.

“Ishael, that’s-“

“I’m not looking!”

Of course, I couldn’t help but glance at a sentence that looked like it was glimpsed.

“Being alone feels a bit difficult. Or not. I don’t know. Is the child still alive?”

It felt like secretly peeping into someone else’s loneliness they wanted to hide, so I quickly smiled awkwardly and said, “Do people sell diaries like this?”

“…Yes, that’s probably it.”

It suddenly felt real that we had intruded into the residence. 

I casually changed the topic, “The sun is setting, so can I leave now? I should see the Grand Duke later…”

“It’s still cold. The Grand Duke… You can meet him in about an hour.”

How can he be so sure about meeting the Grand Duke like this? 

I looked at Dylan with a somewhat unfamiliar feeling. 

I could see his sharp jaw, rugged face, and long fierce eyes.

“Oh, there’s whiskey. Drinking warms you up, so you should have some.”

I took a sip of whiskey he offered me in one breath. 

The alcohol quickly got to me. 

“Is it really okay to do this, breaking in and drinking without permission?”

But as the alcohol took effect, I became bolder. 

Without thinking, I blurted out, “Dylan seems like a really nice person.”

He blushed more than when we had physical contact.

“Wh-why are you saying that suddenly?”

“…What?”

“Because you complimented me, my heart is pounding like I had a drink.”

Hey, you already drank the whiskey. 

But I didn’t point that out. 

Instead, I smiled softly, looking at his flushed cheeks.

“To be honest, I had some prejudice against Dylan before.”

“Ah…”

“There were rumors within the knights. They said Dylan was a bad person. I never added fuel to the gossip, but deep down, I thought that way.”

“…”

“I thought he was a scary person.”

After taking another sip of whiskey, I continued, “But not anymore.”

“…”

“Dylan is just Dylan.”

“…”

“I think Dylan is a good person, as I said earlier.”

Dylan looked at me quietly. 

I took a light breath, then another. 

It seemed like the alcohol scent from me made me feel intoxicated again.

“I’ve come to realize that you have to experience things yourself, thanks to Dylan.”

It was a tipsy confession. 

It made me feel a bit more mature…

“I’m grateful for the enlightenment you’ve given me.”

Suddenly, I felt like I didn’t want to lose Dylan, who had made me more mature.

* * *

Dylan stared at Ishael quietly. 

He had just realized that spreading all kinds of good rumors about himself and boasting with Jun was nothing but a lie. 

He should have approached Ishael with sincerity and honesty first. 

He realized that too late. 

Facing her trembling lips, Dylan made a firm decision.

“Ishael, I have something to say.”