My Dream is to Get My Own House

“Ouch, hey. It’s not that bad. Dylan is still a person.”

“Yeah, I’m scared of who might overhear. Let’s go quickly!”

I quickly gauged Dylan’s reaction.

“They’re really bad people.”

He looked strangely dejected.

“…Ishael.”

“Yes?”

“Well…”

He hesitated, his lips twitching before he spoke.

“Do you happen to know about the Grand Duke Castilla?”

I mustered up some courage.

I cautiously opened my mouth.

“Well, the one who’s cursed?”

“Yes. I suppose you wouldn’t like such a cursed person.”

“I don’t have any strong biases.”

Dylan’s eyes widened a little.

“…Yes?”

“Why? It’s not his fault he’s cursed.”

For a moment, Dylan’s expression subtly flickered.

“That…”

I widened my eyes and looked at him.

“Well, and it’s just a curse. Besides, we haven’t even met the person in question.”

“Is that how you… think?”

“Yes. Compared to that garbage Pedro, he’s much better. No, tsk. That would be disrespectful to him!”

I could sense a slight delight in Dylan’s expression.

He must have been conscious of the Grand Duke.

Now, I need to drive the wedge in!

“Dylan and the Grand Duke are completely different, aren’t they? It’s like heaven and earth!”

“That… is true.”

“About the Grand Duke Castilla, there are so many stories, aren’t there?”

“Did you know?”

Of course.

If you don’t know about the infamous Grand Duke Castilla, you’re not a true citizen.

“All those ridiculous rumors about him devouring people or passing on curses when you’re around.”

“I heard there were even rumors of him being a cannibal.”

“Yes! Grand Duke Castilla is not that kind of person.”

“…?”

Whoosh.

A breeze passed between us.

I don’t know what it meant, but I felt like I had said something wrong.

I quickly changed the subject.

“Oh, speaking of which, You went to the northern region, right?”

“Yes.”

“They say it’s so cold there that your lips turn blue!”

“It’s cold, indeed. Ishael, do you like warmth?”

“Yes. I’m not a fan of the cold!”

“Oh, I see… Well, that frozen winter castle where the murderous Grand Duke lives is a world far from the sunshine-like you. I don’t think warm Ishael would have much to talk about with such demon…”

“…?”

I didn’t think that extreme of him…

Besides, I’m not exactly sunshine-like either.

“Not to that extent, but um, shall we talk about our wedding?”

“Yes.”

His shoulders seemed to tense up oddly.

He must be comparing it to the insane Grand Duke in the North.

At times like this, I had to change the topic.

“Speaking of the wedding, how about we keep it simple and ordinary like commoners?”

“Ah, yes.”

“Fortunately, we’re commoners. If we were nobles, we would have had to make it grand due to family practices.”

He muttered quietly with a slightly resentful expression.

How strange, is he tired?

“So, actually, my social status…”

In a voice that emerged like a scratching beast, I stared at him with a puzzled expression.

“Yes?”

“…It’s ordinary. I’m an extremely ordinary person.”

“Ah, yes, in terms of social status! But still, You are wealthy.”

“I did win the prize at the swordsmanship competition…”

He looked gloomy at the gossip about the Grand Duke.

I praised him enthusiastically.

“Oh, you’re just slightly distant!”

“Distant…”

“Hahaha! You’re really amazing! Just as I thought, our Dylan!”

I extended both thumbs toward him playfully.

In response to my teasing words, Dylan hastily waved his hands.

“…I’ve spent all that money.”

“…?”

“I’m also, uh, poor.”

“You really spent all of it?”

“Yes.”

“On what…?”

“…On swords. Yes, various things…”

Now it seemed to make sense why Dylan married me.

“So that’s why he had as much attachment to his home as I did. He was afraid of being homeless.”

“Don’t worry. I’m extremely poor right now, but I’ll become rich soon!”

I recalled my determination from before my regression.

I had temporarily found a place to live by getting married.

I also informed my family of the estrangement.

Now it was time to start preparing for my true home.

“I should start making money.”

I, Ishael.

A renowned 1st Circle magician.

But I had a considerable knack for magic theory to the extent that I could write a thesis for my ex-boyfriend Pedro.

What could I do with that?

Join the Magician’s Tower managed by the Saboia family.

At the same time, create the magical tools that brought a great success before my regression!

“If that happens, a penthouse won’t just be a dream anymore!”

Living in an expensive newlywed town made me realize.

The more expensive the house, the better!

Therefore, my goal was to move into the most expensive 10 billion-won penthouse in the capital.

I chuckled cunningly and tightly held Dylan’s hand.

He awkwardly flicked his lips and spoke.

“Well, then, I’ll take a short night walk.”

* * *

At that time, inside the secret chamber of the Imperial Palace.

Former Duke Ford, shortened as Ford.

He returned to his emperor’s appearance without the disguise ring.

Of course, he didn’t exhibit the dignified appearance of the emperor at the moment.

He was shedding tears of emotion while facing Duke Saboia.

“Master, it’s been a whole 30 seconds since I made a promise with my brother. Right?”

“Indeed. Thirty seconds have passed. Truly a tremendous amount of time.”

“You mentioned surpassing 45 seconds just now! I’m so happy that tears are flowing, Master.”

“I see.”

“My brother really did well in finding a wife, right?”

Duke Saboia replied expressionlessly.

“The gods have not had a proper conversation with His Grace the Duke and his wife, so I cannot say for sure.”

The emperor hesitated at the faint scent emanating from his strange younger brother.

“No, in this situation, you can just say something like ‘It seems like you’ve found a good wife!’ This guy!”

Once upon a time, he used to be a cheerful teacher who made jokes frequently.

“Do you know what happens when you ignore someone’s words twice?”

“What happens?”

“It becomes frightening. Hahaha!”

He used to make administrative jokes like that once every two years or so.

But perhaps due to contemplating only the deaths of his own children for such a long time, the current teacher had become a rigid person, almost to the point of being confrontational when facing his younger brother.

“There will never be a day when my brother and the teacher become close.”

Well, it was understandable.

Neither of them would go out of their way to accommodate others.

“That’s why people need to work part-time jobs. I, who have developed social skills through part-time work, can endure it.”

Thinking that way, former Emperor Ford cleared his throat a few times and brought up the main topic again.

“Oh, by the way, please tell me quickly! You mentioned that your granddaughter is alive?”

Duke Saboia’s expression instantly changed.

“That’s right. The witness said so. I tried hypnosis, and it was certain.”

“And have you found out where she is now?”

The position of Duke Saboia’s successor was still vacant.

If his granddaughter were to return, she would sit in the highest position.

“Not yet. From now on, we’ll thoroughly investigate the witnesses to find her.”

How happy he would be to find clues.

The emperor nodded and replied, “Take good care of yourself until you see your great-granddaughter.”

At the mention of the great-granddaughter, Duke Saboia slowly opened his reluctant mouth.

“Well, there’s something I’m a little concerned about.”

“What is it?”

“Actually, the witness is a fortune teller. Just for fun, I had them read my fortune.”

The teacher, who had always been rational, even resorted to fortune-telling because of his granddaughter.

The emperor sighed with a sense of pity and asked, “Ah, how was the fortune?”

“Our little Diana was captured by the ruthless and wicked Suyang family. But somehow she managed to escape, and she got married recently.”

The details were too specific and precise.

It seemed like the characteristic of a swindler.

“It does seem like she’s a swindler at all, Teacher.”

Duke Saboia murmured with a melancholic expression.

“That man… he truly loves your baby.”

Love, such a concrete detail.

And it must have been something the Duke wanted to hear.

The emperor thought to himself, ‘Indeed, these fortune tellers manipulate the situation as they please.’

However, he maintained his expression and nodded.

“Haha, then isn’t that a good thing? He will take good care of her, right?”

At that moment, the usually rational Duke Saboia ground his teeth.

“No, Your Majesty. That man is obsessively possessive. If our granddaughter sees someone other than him…”

“…If she sees someone else?”

“His eyes will simply go blank.”

Was the fortune-telling turning into the plot of a late-century romance novel?

If it was not the fortune teller, but perhaps a novelist who wrote such content.