My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 91

Episode 91

It’s puzzling that Duke Saboia suddenly entered the castle, but it could be understood. 

Even if Claude was dumbfounded and stopped talking, it wasn’t a topic he cared much about. 

But if they were Ishael’s family, that changed the whole story.

Dylan quickly composed himself, shifting 180 degrees to a highly courteous tone, he said, “Your Grace, and…”

“…?”

“…Anyway, Claude is here.”

Claude muttered with a bewildered expression, “Why am I ‘anyway, Claude’…? And why are you strangely using honorifics?”

The implication was that he was not usually treated as a person. 

Dylan respectfully nodded his head.

“As a relative of my wife, I should naturally show respect.”

Duke Saboia’s face looked as if he lost a kingdom.

“Oh, my. Our baby got married…”

Observing Duke Saboia’s surprised expression, Dylan slightly narrowed his eyes.

Is it an atmosphere that might be against their marriage? 

As expected, Claude’s face darkened.

“This, this marriage is invalid! We have different statuses!”

Watching Claude get angry, Dylan firmly replied, “It’s perfectly valid.”

Duke Saboia, witnessing their bizarre conflict, intervened, “Regardless of whether the marriage is valid or not, more importantly, where is our child?”

“I’m looking for her too.”

“Huh? I thought she was here, and you’re looking for her?”

“Yes.”

Yes. 

At this moment, the most crucial thing was that Ishael’s whereabouts were unknown. 

He couldn’t stay here anymore. 

Just as Dylan turned his head, he heard a very faint sound. 

It seemed like a slight breaking noise but also a mysterious sound.

He calmly suppressed his boiling instincts. 

In fact, if he focused, he could hear everything Ishael made. 

He had trained to catch terrorist groups, and he was madly devoted to Ishael.

He memorized her every sound, even her breathing and footsteps. 

But now, he couldn’t hear her voice anywhere. 

Perhaps Ishael might not be in the castle. 

The thought that all of this might not be a joke crossed his mind.

“Tell us where our granddaughter is and leave!”

“Yeah. We thought she’d be by your side.”

“Hmm, this is strange!”

At that moment, Claude mumbled with a desperate tone, “No way she noticed I was here and ran away, right?”

He seemed to be in shock, trembling even. 

He was so flustered that the dimensional pouch he was holding in his arms rolled onto the floor.

Without replying to them, Dylan simply flicked his head. 

“I’ll get in touch again. Please return safely.”

There was commotion from behind, but he didn’t turn back. 

If they really were Ishael’s family, he couldn’t stop their reunion. 

If it brought Ishael happiness, that was all that mattered.

However, before anything else, he wanted to find Ishael first. 

He had something he wanted to say to her.

* * *

Dylan first circled near the Grand Duchy. 

Everything was clearly the same as ten minutes ago, except that Ishael was missing. 

Leaving all of this behind. Leaving himself behind…

Until that moment, he had managed to endure it reasonably well, believing that Ishael would not abandon him, that she might be in danger… 

He tried to believe that. 

But when he arrived near the lake, looking at the boat they had ridden together, he saw a small note falling from the <Travel Journal> he had held in his hand.

Trembling, he picked up the note. 

It said [Divorce Contract Agreement], clearly bearing Ishael’s signature. 

“Hahaha…”

He approached the lake, gazing at the moored boat, reminiscing about the memories with Ishael. 

Just a few hours ago, they were on this boat together. 

She enjoyed his cooking, laughing happily, blushing.

Courageously clenching her fist, she cheered him on. 

At that moment, a wave of intense emotions surged in Dylan’s heart. 

The last sentence that stuck in his mind was, [Shall we run away, for real?]

With that sentence, she ran away. 

Because she found out that he was the cursed Grand Duke Castilla. 

By nature, he should have released her. 

He should have wished her happiness. 

But… Dylan turned away with an expressionless face.

Suddenly, someone rushed toward him from behind. 

It was Jun. 

“Um, you see, Duke Saboia keeps asking where Ishael is. I don’t know what to do…”

They were very important people. 

They were Ishael’s family. 

But now, with Ishael missing, he couldn’t be bothered with them. 

Dylan shot a cold gaze and asked, “Do you have anything else to say?”

“Yes, Your Grace! The eternal snow is melting! It seems like it just started to melt…!”

Dylan looked up at the top of the tower. 

Indeed, the last remaining ice was slowly melting away.…

It wasn’t entirely perfect. 

But as his emotions soared, even the traces of the eternal snow, the last remnants of the curse, seemed to be melting.

As soon as he had that thought, Dylan’s expression contorted miserably. 

“Ha…”

He ran his fingers through his hair and gazed at the top of the tower. 

In his younger days, he had hoped for the day when winter in the Grand Duchy would disappear, when he would be freed from the curse and finally understand true emotions. 

But now, things are different.

Whether it was the eternal snow or the curse, it didn’t matter anymore. 

Dylan spoke to Jun, his voice even sounding unfamiliar to himself. 

“I can’t see any traces of Ishael. 

If Ishael wasn’t here, then this world meant nothing.

“Yes? What do you mean…? She was here just a moment ago!”

“That’s right.”

“There are no intruder traces! Did she just leave on her own?”

Feeling drowsy, he unbuttoned his shirt, loosening two buttons. 

His gaze flickered aggressively as if searching for prey.

“Really?”

“Yes. I don’t know where she went! There was nothing to see, but, but…”

“I’ll go and find her.”

She was the presence that had shown him everything he had never experienced before. 

At some point, Dylan had thought that even if Ishael abandoned him, it wouldn’t matter. 

He had sworn to admire and love her for the rest of his life. 

But that was an arrogant thought. 

If Ishael had left him, how could he just sit still? 

It was impossible. 

The overwhelming emotions consuming him now were pure despair and anger. 

And possessiveness.

“I can’t run away.” 

He couldn’t run away. 

He had to make sure she came back to him, using any means necessary.

His sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, looking for the path Ishael had taken. 

Fortunately, Dylan was quite talented in tracking others. 

Before long, he found traces of her departure.

* * *

I suddenly opened my eyes. 

I must have leaned against the wall as my head was throbbing. 

Darkness rushed in front of my eyes in an instant, making me feel dizzy. 

Before I could properly grasp where I was, my vision blurred with darkness. 

I heard someone’s footsteps.

“Who are you?”

Am I being kidnapped or something? 

I couldn’t figure out what was going on. 

But as someone who had experienced near-death, I immediately sharpened my senses. 

Soon, I could hear faint sounds of joy around me. 

My vision gradually cleared.

It was a white space. 

And there, on the opposite side, was a man with a masked face.

“Finally, we meet again.”

“Who are you?”

He pretended to be kind and smiled.

“Someone you know.”

He looked at me as if I were the answer to all his desires.

“Indeed, you can help me achieve my goal.”

“What’s your goal?”

As I spoke, I subtly infused a faint mana into my fingertips, trying to divert his attention.

“It’s strange.”

Normally, people are rendered unable to use magic when being kidnapped.

“Why can I use mana? Why?”

Is he not trying to kill me?

Doubtful, I extended my mana-filled hand towards him.

The moment my hand touched him, I felt a tingling sensation, and a minor explosion sound occurred simultaneously. 

He hurriedly took a step back and recited a short incantation. 

At the same time, a black barrier appeared and disappeared around his body.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him. 

He’s using dark magic?

“You’re from the <Red Castle>, aren’t you?”