My Dream is to Get My Own House

Was it thanks to Sorbon provoking everyone with all his might?

A lunchbox appeared in front of everyone.

And…

“…Huk.”

“W-What is that?”

Everyone except Dylan was astonished.

Not only the newlywed couple had goosebumps, but even Sorbon, who dared to say, “Open the lunchbox lid.”

* * *
An apple was carefully carved into the shape of a rabbit.
Hair made of egg yolk sauce with a milky color.
Round eyes dotted with chickpeas.
And even round glasses made of seaweed.

Just by looking at the color of the egg yolk hair turned brown and the green chickpeas, you could tell it was Isahel.

Moreover, there was a sausage decorating the area near the white rice.

It was an octopus sausage with a juicy texture, carefully cut to create knife marks.

Next to it, a heart was drawn with ham.

Everyone who gazed at the magnificent lunchbox was astonished.

“How did you make this… It’s amazing!”

“Did that lady make it? She made her own face, right? No way…”

“There’s so much effort put into it. It’s like a typical newlywed couple!”

I nodded my head approvingly, matching the rhythm.

“I didn’t make it, Dylan made it for me.”

Everyone’s attention turned towards Dylan.

His complexion remained as cold as ever, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.

However, I, who lived under the same roof as Dylan, could understand.

“Is Dylan feeling proud?”

Well, it’s understandable to feel proud when you put so much effort into making a lunchbox like this.

I decided to lift Dylan’s spirits.

Just when everyone’s attention was focused on us!

It would be a good opportunity to wash away the false rumor of us being a fake couple.

I gave Sorbon a meaningful glance and spoke loudly.

“Wow, my honey did all of this?”

It was an attack following the “baby” attack.

“They must be feeling what I felt earlier, right?”

I looked around with an ominous smile.

“Wow, you can speak in such a concise manner with a short tongue.”

“I should learn that too. It seems a bit difficult, though.”

The newlywed couples blinked their eyes, and Emmanuel was almost in tears from being deeply moved.

Suddenly, an awkward atmosphere filled the air.

What’s going on?

Why are they genuinely admiring it?

Moreover, it seemed like Dylan was the one who was truly attacked by my words.

“H-Honey…?”

Dylan awkwardly muttered to himself.

Dylan, you’re lacking in acting skills!

A sense of crisis arose in an instant.

I poked Dylan’s side and exaggeratedly laughed with exaggerated gestures.

“Ooh, honey!”

While doing so, I leaned close to his ear and whispered discreetly.

“Dylan, act, act!”

Finally, Dylan managed to loosen his stiff body and mumbled.

“…Honey did everything, baby.”

Little by little, this whole comedy was starting to get fun.

I narrowed my eyes and whispered to him.

Of course, it wouldn’t be visible because of my glasses.

“Wow, you worked so hard to carefully carve the apples, my dear?”

Although I occasionally experienced a sense of reality…

“Why am I doing this, to enjoy a life of luxury?”

…I thought.

“No, this is quite fun.”

In particular, it was amusing to see Dylan’s face.

His expression, as sharp as an ice pick, was changing.

I poked the apple in the lunchbox with a cute rabbit fork.

Then, I gently pushed the apple towards Dylan and spoke softly.

“Honey, ah-“

Dylan cautiously opened his mouth.

Very slowly, very slowly.

“Ah…”

I chuckled softly.

Dylan stared blankly at my smile and took a slow bite of the apple.

Was it a mistake or intentional?

Apple juice trickled near his lips.

I quickly raised my hand and wiped it away from his lips.

It was just an instinctive action.

“Huk…”

Just wiping it off, my fingertips touched his moist and soft lips.

In a strange atmosphere, Dylan and I locked eyes.

“Hehe, it looks really good.”

Of course, thanks to Director Emmanuel, the atmosphere shattered into pieces.

But the pounding of my heart lasted a little longer.

It felt like drinking a de-caffeinated beverage.

…Well, it meant that I wasn’t terribly nervous.
* * *
The picnic in Newlywed Town came to a perfect end.

Dylan and Ishael were reborn as a goosebump-inducing newlywed couple.

And that evening, inside a small cafe in the capital.

Sorbon, Soldika, and Pedro gathered.

“…They didn’t really look like a contract couple. The preparation of the lunchbox was grand as well.”

Soldika crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Where did she find that guy?”

“Oh, that man I am talking about? He’s a famous knight.”

“Is he better than Pedro here?”

Sorbon’s eyes widened at Soldika’s words.

“Of course! He’s really handsome, tall, and he’s a knight of the royal palace! Don’t you know Sir Dylan, the winner of the commoners’ martial arts competition?”

Soldika murmured, biting her lip.
“It doesn’t make sense… That man is that amazing?”

Pedro, who was listening to Sorbon and Soldika’s conversation like a stick stuck in the ground, exploded.

“What? Soldika, is that what matters to you right now?”

“It’s not that important… Anyway, thank you, Sorbon.”

Sorbon raised the corner of his mouth and smirked.

“Well, wouldn’t I do this much for an angel like Soldika?”

“It’s all thanks to Sorbon. Anyway, that man is quite something.”

Soldika made up her mind.

In this world, there are people who appear to have bigger bread than others.

There were also people who didn’t know that coveting what belongs to others is immoral.

Unfortunately, Ishael’s younger sister, Soldika Lorelei, fulfilled both of those cases.

She tapped Pedro’s shoulder and smiled.

“Seems like my sister doesn’t have a good eye for men, Pedro.”

“Huh?”

“Why don’t you go and tell him that you are her ex-boyfriend?”

“The palace is off-limits without a special reason for entry.”

Soldika shook her head disappointedly.

“No, it’s possible. There will be a ball for the administrators at the palace soon.”

Sorbon tapped his knee and said.

“Oh, you mean the annual ball! If you become a partner of an administrator, you can enter the palace.”

Soldika chuckled softly with a gentle smile.

“Well then, Sorbon. Will you take me as your partner?”

Sorbon nodded vigorously like a fish in a tank.

“Yes, yes, it would be an honor!”

“Great. Then I’ll participate as Sorbon’s partner, and Pedro, you… um, ask one of the administrators you know for a favor.”

The palace ball.

It was a place where beautiful people like themselves received perfect attention.

Even if Ishael’s man was amazing, it didn’t matter.

Ishael loved Pedro, and that love was undoubtedly real.

If she were to meet Pedro face to face, she would definitely waver.

Soldika smirked and brushed her hair aside.

That day, if Pedro and Ishael reunited…

I should meet a man like Dylan.

If it was someone who could compete with Ishael, it would be worth knowing.

He must have never met a woman in his life.

A faint smile on his lips would be enough.

There could be a lot at stake if he thinks that the woman would easily fall for him.

* * *

The picnic was over.

Dylan, not satisfied with just preparing 50-layer lunch boxes as usual, had now enrolled in a cooking class, claiming that he wanted to experience the precious culinary culture of the continent, Sanjeok (type of Korean cuisine).

“I never thought Dylan and a cooking class would go together.”

I thought that, but…

Seeing his slightly excited expression, I had nothing to say.

Since cooking seemed to be his hobby, and he seemed to have talent…

So, I encouraged him energetically.

But today, there was something more important than that!

“Dylan.”

“Yes?”

“About that person named Sorbon.”

It was time to give him a warning.

“His face looked familiar, so I thought about it, and it turns out he’s related to my family.”

“Ah…”

“If that guy approaches you when you’re alone, immediately use your Thirty-Six Subduing Techniques!”

“Yes, understood.”

Dylan nodded cautiously.

His expression looked like a machine processing data.

After thinking for a long time, Dylan finally opened his mouth, as if there had been an input error.

“But… Can I use threats instead of the Thirty-Six Subduing Techniques?”

Looking at his cold demeanor, I answered cheekily.

“Yes. Um… But only within legal limits.”

He had a truly reliable and fierce impression.

Since Dylan was a commoner, he couldn’t press him with power.

But still, Dylan’s strength was impressive.

I wondered if Sorbon could be stopped from coming near the Knights’ Order a few times.

I felt a sense of security with a strong backup.

It would be difficult to get rid of the bugs named “family.”

They would stick to me like leeches.

* * *

Dylan had a perfect plan to threaten Sorbon.

Handling one administrator was no big deal.

He transferred Sorbon to a provincial area.

And then, he gave him the title of caretaker of a rugged cabin in the remote countryside.

After that, he reported to the Emperor.

“There was a cabin here? Did I approve something like this?”

“Yes.”

“Haha, it seems like there’s a personal reason for it.”

The Emperor threw a bait…

“I carefully reviewed the work performance. It seemed like there was a lack of effort in the job.”

…But Dylan didn’t take the bait.

“Oh, I see. So you’re the king of giving me a hard time.”

The Emperor chuckled ominously, but Dylan nodded without flinching.

“That’s correct.”

It wasn’t amusing.

He was truly unshakable and comfortable. What’s he worried about? He’s just a bed.

The Emperor, who had been quietly observing his younger brother, scratched the back of his head awkwardly and spoke.

“We also need to hand over this to authority. Administrator Sorbon should be transferred immediately after the administrator’s ball.”

That’s how Sorbon’s fate was sealed.

“But before that, there’s something to report, so I contacted you secretly.”

“Last night, I found traces of an infiltrated terrorist.”

That night, when he infiltrated the Knights’ Order for the picnic with Ishael, Dylan had discovered a small bomb within the Knights’ Order.

“Any evidence?”

“I immediately removed it. The evidence was completely obliterated. However…”

Dylan’s eyes deepened, and the Emperor swallowed his saliva nervously.

“Based on my judgment, there is someone suspected of being the bomber.”

He was speaking with such seriousness!

The Emperor was also on the verge of being overwhelmed by his emotions.

“Who is it? Let’s find out who this dog-like scum is.”

“His name is Ford.”

Wait a minute.

“He is working in the Knights Administration Department.”

…So?

“He has a very vulgar appearance.”

That person…

“Seems to harass noble ladies.”

…What?