My Dream is to Get My Own House - Chapter 93

Episode 93

In an instant, Dylan’s eyes shifted.

I cautiously responded, “And… what?”

He slowly pulled out a divorce agreement.

“You’ve signed it.”

Oh, he saw it!

“How did he see it? I definitely hid it in the ‘Travel Journal’!” 

I closed and opened my eyes repeatedly. 

Dylan had clearly seen the ‘Travel Journal.’ 

But I don’t know how embarrassed I should be. 

There’s something more important.

“Why the sudden divorce agreement?”

The words to end our contract marriage and a divorce agreement. 

Does Dylan want to part ways with me? 

My mouth went dry, and my heart trembled.

To be honest, I always thought our contract would eventually come to an end. 

But did I never think he would be the one to suggest it? 

That moment was when my emotions couldn’t find their direction. 

Dylan’s solemn lips twisted slightly, as if he was half out of his mind. 

Just as I instinctively wanted to step back, he cheerfully tore the divorce agreement apart. 

The pieces of paper scattered through the air.

As the divorce agreement turned as white as my mind felt like it was ripped apart, Dylan half-whispered to me, “There’s no such thing anymore.”

“….?”

“I won’t be bound by a contract anymore.”

In an instant, I was so surprised that my eyes widened like lanterns. 

Dylan slowly bent one knee.

“It’s not a contract. Please marry me for real.”

It was an expression that gave off a sense of urgency. 

Just like the ‘proposal’ practice I saw in the territory not long ago. 

It was just like that time.

Has he been practicing for this moment all along? 

My heart pounded. 

I looked at him and slightly gasped for breath.

“A real… marriage?”

“Yes. So, um…”

He looked up at me with teary eyes. 

Holding my hand, he gently kissed the back of it, just like he did on that day in the ballroom when he handled Soldika. 

His eyes conveyed an even stronger possessiveness than before, and Dylan softly murmured, “Don’t run away anymore.”

It was the first time I heard him use casual language. 

My eyes filled with tears of excitement. 

There was even a gaze that seemed to give away everything. 

It was intensely destructive. 

His gentle eyes gently moved up, and he looked at me.

“Because I almost lost you….”

Um, I think you’ve already lost me quite a bit…. 

But Dylan still hadn’t completely lost his sanity, as he maintained a playful look. 

“Don’t worry. I haven’t gone completely crazy yet. I’ve got you back, Ishael.”

What will happen if you go crazier…? 

I stared at him as if I were enchanted, then quickly regained my senses and said, “Um, there’s something I need to clarify! I didn’t run away!”

He briefly kissed the back of my hand again and stood up. 

He brought his face close to my shoulder, as if he was relieved, and whispered, “Is that so?”

His childish sigh tickled my ear. 

“Yes, I need to talk to you about that, but it’s a bit awkward here….” 

I looked around and decided I wanted to leave this dirt road for now. 

“I won’t run away now, so let’s go somewhere together.”

With those words, it felt like he had made up his mind, and he held my hand.

“Yes, I’ll go with you. Anywhere.”

Every time Dylan held my hand until now, I always felt a gentle warmth surrounding me. 

But today, it was different. 

It felt like he would never let go, as he tightly held my fingers and matched his steps with mine. 

It was a feeling akin to wearing an eternal, unbreakable ring.

He whispered softly, “Forever.”

His voice was so chillingly tender that it sent shivers down my spine.

* * *

… And so, while strolling along a peaceful dirt road with Dylan, I recounted everything that had happened. 

After listening to all my words, he sighed heavily and mumbled.

“Are you hurt? You were really kidnapped….”

“That’s right! That crazy lunatic! I’ll kill him!”

“Yes, you must….”

He seemed ready to explode with anger.

“But first, you should go home and talk to him! Oh, by the way, how on earth did Dylan manage to find me?”

The angry demeanor that was freezing me like a winter suddenly turned into that of a gentle puppy.

“I tracked you. While living as the Grand Duke…. I had a habit of tracking terrorist organizations.”

Well, he is the Grand Duke Castilla. 

Does he really need tracking magic? 

From what I’ve heard before the regression, he’s a person who could bring disaster to the Empire if he wanted to.

“He really was amazing! They said he was a genius of slaughter? That he was a god of the battlefield.”

As I blurted it out, I realized I couldn’t quite adapt to it. 

My husband, who was always at home, wearing a rabbit apron, preparing 50 and 70 halves, was the dangerous Grand Duke.

“Please, call me Dylan, not the Grand Duke. And I’m not a genius of slaughter….”

I felt a strange distance in his heart. 

He looked seriously frustrated as he cautiously took out a small note from his pocket and whispered.

“I don’t eat human flesh.”

“That, that’s right. You prefer delicious food to human flesh, right?”

That wasn’t the end of it. 

He kept pulling out memo after memo as if he was constantly correcting rumors.

“I don’t kill or hunt people meaninglessly.”

Judging by the worn-out edges, it looked like he had kept them for a very long time.

What, what’s with that? 

Did he carry them around all the time? 

“It’s cute….” 

Unlike the rumors that spread among people, his actions were incredibly adorable. 

Dylan’s eyebrows dropped slightly, and he pouted his lips as he whispered.

“I’m really gentle.”

“Hmm, but you spoke informally to me earlier.”

“That was… I was in a hurry, afraid you might run away….”

As if cuddling a beloved doll, he embraced me tightly and whispered.

“Now, I can only be truly gentle when I’m with you, Ishael.”

His words were respectful, but his behavior was as if throwing a tantrum.

But it didn’t feel bad at all. 

On the contrary, I was pleased that he wanted me.

Of course, my feelings were still bewildering.

No, logically speaking, of course they would be!

The man I thought was a commoner until yesterday suddenly turned out to be the Grand Duke. 

And now, a man who suddenly declared his love for me and claimed to be the Grand Duke Castilla. 

It’s too confusing….

Seizing the opportunity, he pulled me into his arms with an obsessive gaze and kissed me as if marking territory.

I chuckled softly in response to his ticklish kiss.

“No skinship for a while.”

“….”

“Don’t make that face.”

“Yes….”

It’s already hard enough to wrap my head around Dylan and the Grand Duke Castilla together, and adding skinship to the mix just doubles my confusion.

“Let’s leave here quickly!”

“Yes.”

Dylan walked confidently down the path, as if he had been here before. I followed him.

Yes, there are two important things right now. 

Sorting out my feelings for Dylan and… 

“Let’s quickly talk about that bastard, no, the kidnapper.”

It’s about avenging the kidnapper group, the “Red Castle.”

I spun around, pondering how to take revenge on that damn kidnapper. 

Dylan nodded sympathetically, listening to my worries.

“You should stay still, Ishael. I plan to take care of the kidnappers first.”

“Take care…?”

“Yes. This time, I’m going to take it seriously.”

… I heard that thanks to the Grand Duke Castilla’s actions, more than half of the terrorist groups were annihilated. 

Could it be that until now, he hasn’t been taking it seriously?

Feeling slightly creeped out, I shuddered and had a different thought. 

“No, is it not Dylan’s words that are creepy?” 

It felt like someone was watching me. 

Yes, it’s just like the feeling when I faced Dylan earlier.

I looked around and felt the eerie gaze of someone staring at me from afar.

“Who’s looking at me?”

Dylan whispered in a low voice as he held me in his arms.

“They’re here.”

Who could they be? 

I wondered.

The eerie people, no, two people and a dog came closer.

“… Huh? The Duke and Claude? Mung Mungi is also here.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Before I could voice my question, Claude ran to me at speed and it seemed like tears were about to fall from his eyes.

“Finally…!”

It did sound like he was crying, but there was something even more surprising.

No, what’s this again?

Claude is speaking?

Not through the sound of magic tools, but he’s actually speaking!

“What? How can you talk?”

“Well, of course I have to speak.”

And he’s even using polite language!

Is this a dream?

“What? What’s going on? Why is everyone…?”

When I was about to gesture to Duke Saboia, asking him to stop Claude, he was even more severe. 

His eyes were so congested with blood vessels that they were reddened.

Duke Saboia shouted as if spitting out blood, “My baby…!”

“Me…?”

Have you ever seen such a big baby?

Dylan, who was holding me, tightened his grip even more. 

His attitude seemed to say that he wanted to take me away, but he couldn’t do it. 

Claude, who was clinging to him, fell to his knees.

No.

What, what is this?