My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 92

Episode 92

Using dark magic doesn’t necessarily mean he belongs to <Red Castle>. 

However, judging from the subtle upward twitch of the masked man’s mouth, it seemed like he hit the nail on the head. 

I tried to gaze intently at his face beyond the mask, but it was futile. 

“His upward twitch of the mouth seems familiar?” 

His voice also sounded oddly familiar. 

I stared at him with a suspicious look.

“What’s your goal, and who are you?”

“I wish you could figure that out on your own.”

He reached out towards me but slowly pulled his hand back before touching me. 

“Although we can’t be together for long…”

“……?”

“I hope you remember everything soon.”

His voice trembled with excitement. 

I raised the corner of my mouth gently and said, “I don’t know what you are, but you don’t interest me. What’s important is that you can’t maintain this astral space for long. With so much dark magic being used, you must be quite a high-ranking member of <Red Castle>.”

“But how on earth did you summon me here?”

Just as I was piecing together my thoughts, my vision became hazy again. 

The astral space shrank, and the man in front of me disappeared. 

As my head spun, I was struck by a severe migraine as if I were about to vomit. 

My vision turned black momentarily.

“Don’t close your eyes. You have to get up!”

“Yes!”

“You can’t fall. You can do it, right?”

“Yes! I can do it!”

As soon as I heard that voice, I opened my eyes. 

My head throbbed as if trying to recall new memories. 

I grasped my stiff neck and struggled to breathe, then quickly surveyed my surroundings.

“What, what’s this?”

In an instant, the pain in my head and the incoming memories were forgotten. 

Before me was an entirely new world!

I had thought that when I opened my eyes, I would return to where I had been before. 

I assumed I would be in the territory of Dylan, no, Grand Duke Castilla. But why?

“Where on earth is this?”

I found myself sitting alone on a strange ruin. 

I couldn’t tell if this was the capital or the Grand Duke’s territory, but… 

I grumbled in frustration.

“What kind of mess is this?”

Where did you put me down? 

Do I have to walk all the way back home? 

I rubbed my temples and looked around the half-burned ruin. 

It was an empty wasteland.

“First, I need to get out of here.”

Once outside the ruins, a long dirt path stretched before me. 

Luckily, the path looked intact and not as gloomy as the ruins. 

As I walked down the path, I made a resolution, again and again.

That bastard! 

I must quickly excavate the magic stone mine and gain powerful purification abilities. 

And then, I’ll crush him first.

* * *

As a person who had been chasing the terrorist group <Red Castle> all along, Dylan easily followed Ishael’s traces. 

He was only negligent in front of Ishael, and his senses dulled.

However, in the moment when all his senses sharpened, he saw traces not of the witch’s curse stuck to the wall of Grand Castle, but of a new magic. 

Dylan slowly raised his sword and traced the remnants of the magic. 

Dark magic was dark, gloomy, and slimy, but it was overlaid with Ishael’s purification magic.

“……An astral space.”

Did she run away, or was she kidnapped? 

Regardless of the truth, Dylan realized one thing: he couldn’t let Ishael go. 

He was thrilled at the sensation of mana lingering in the air. 

The astral space where Ishael had stayed was shattered in an instant.

* * *

Meanwhile, Duke Saboia and Claude, who had been searching near Grand Castilla Castle, also noticed that Ishael was no longer there. 

Claude, who had broken the door, slumped his shoulders dejectedly. 

“No, I’m sure we made eye contact….”

“Where could she have gone?”

At that moment, the hunting area supervisor, Jun, appeared. 

He was the only person who could be seen in the territory where no one else was visible. 

“Oh, if you mean Lady Ishael, she disappeared a long time ago.”

Duke Saboia’s face turned pale at the supervisor’s words. 

“Where did our child disappear to?”

It had taken over ten years to finally find their child, and now she was gone again. 

Jun nervously stammered, “T-That’s… I don’t know either. His Grace went to look for her. She suddenly disappeared without any reason….”

Listening intently to his words, Claude mumbled softly, “Ah! Then we can find her quickly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Dylan is a genius. He’ll find her in no time. His sense of smell is cooler than a dog’s!”

“Just a moment.”

Claude narrowed his eyes and murmured, “Jun, didn’t you say so? Dylan’s obsession is serious.”

“Uh? Uh? Well, yes, but…”

Claude’s eyes glinted with anger.

How dare you become obsessed with my beloved master? 

He couldn’t bear it. 

His Grace had to be free from all pressures of the world.

“Don’t worry. I have a good sense of smell too.”

“……?”

“I think I know where she might be. My heart is responding.”

Duke Saboia also looked at Claude. 

His expression was full of trust. 

He wasn’t as adept at tracking terrorist organizations as Dylan, but Claude Saboia was also a genius in tracking magic.

Claude took out a tracking potion from his pocket.

So, the four of them set off to find Ishael, who had disappeared.

Afterward.

The first person Ishael would meet was…

* * *

I opened the door of the empty house and stepped outside, wandering aimlessly. 

“No, where is this place?” 

It feels like only one day has passed. 

Why is it already daytime? 

I looked puzzledly at the clear autumn sky and the flower garden blooming underneath.

“It feels like healing after a long time.”

I could describe it as taking a walk, I suppose? 

Although I didn’t know why that bastard placed me here, surprisingly, it wasn’t a bad choice.

“It feels somewhat familiar, doesn’t it? The ruined house and the flower garden. I don’t have any memories of such a place, but for some reason, it feels familiar. Since I barely have any memories before the age of five, could it be a place from that time?

I strolled along the walking path, gazing at the small clumps of flowers. 

I walked for about tens of minutes when I suddenly realized that it was about time to go back home. 

‘Where should I go? Is Dylan at Grand Duke Castilla Castle? Should I go back and talk about the Red Castle, and deeply contemplate Dylan’s identity? How on earth do I get there…?’

I made up my mind. 

I decided to talk to the first person I encountered while walking and ask where this place is. 

But right at that moment, I felt a gloomy and rigid energy from behind. 

It felt like very dark black magic. 

“……Huh?”

Could this be a dream or something? 

“Ishael.”

How did he come out of the astral space and appear right in front of Dylan? 

Moreover, his expression was quite intimidating. 

I looked around and gathered mana in my hands. 

However, my purification magic was still working perfectly. Even in the astral space, I was able to dispel the black magic. 

So, if the other person was a fake created by black magic, I should be able to tell. 

The problem was that even though I used purification magic, Dylan in front of me was just as usual. 

“Dylan…?”

…I don’t think he’s a fake. 

I don’t know where this is, and I have no idea how he found me…! 

And why is he looking at me like that? 

“I understand that you ran away.”

He took a step closer. 

‘Ah, did he come to find me because he thinks I ran away?’ 

To clear up his misunderstanding, I awkwardly smiled and waved my hand. 

“Well, Dylan? There seems to be a misunderstanding.”

At that moment, his face approached mine closely. 

His eyes stared at me with desire. 

“I don’t care what you do from now on, Ishaeel. But…”

I hesitated for a moment at his tone filled with deep desire. 

“Do it by my side.”

“Huh?”

“It means don’t run away again.”

I wanted to tell him that I didn’t run away this time. 

But I couldn’t find the words to say. 

He placed his trembling lips on my forehead in a worshipful manner. 

At that moment, the wind swirled around us. 

Dylan spoke in a composed tone, whispering, “Let’s nullify the one-year contract marriage.”

No, it wasn’t a composed tone. 

Rather, it was overflowing with desire, making it appear composed. 

His red eyes stared at me. 

I confronted the strange heat in his eyes. 

Until now, Dylan had been tender like the sunshine, but now he was hot like flames.

“Nullify the contract marriage?” 

His eyes contained possessiveness. 

“Yes. And…”