My Dream is to Get My Own House

Episode 28: The Night Dylan’s Desires Blossomed

Dylan forcefully pushed Pedro’s face into the nearby trash bin.

“What the… all of a sudden!”

He effortlessly subdued the struggling Pedro.

“Aaargh!”

Pedro, who found himself kissing the garbage in an instant, writhed in disgust.

But Dylan easily restrained him.

“You’re making too much noise.”

“Why… why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re trash.”

Watching this scene, Helic couldn’t help but curl his tongue.

‘Truly the embodiment of Dylan’s character.’

He had no idea how to intervene.

But Helic didn’t want to dispose of a corpse inside the tower.

If left as it was, Pedro might actually die!

‘Who can restrain Dylan…?’

As Helic pressed his dry lips together and looked around, he suddenly heard a lively laughter in the distance, like a ringing bell.

At that moment, Dylan’s grip loosened, and his ears perked up.

Perplexed, Helic blinked at Dylan.

“What… what’s going on? How can you become so docile all of a sudden?”

…Indeed, the fierce Dylan had become remarkably docile!

However, his professional demeanor hadn’t disappeared.

In an instant, he sealed Pedro inside the trash bin with meticulous care.

Then, he turned the bin upside down and rolled it on the floor.

“That’s enough. Get lost, trash.”

As the bin rolled across the floor, Pedro screamed.

“No-o-o!”

Roll, roll, roll.

The bin carrying Pedro tumbled vigorously down the corridor of the tower.

But Dylan, without even glancing back, calmly spoke.

“If anyone else dares to approach Ishael, they’ll have to pay with their lives.”

Dylan thought to himself.

Trash disposal was complete, and now he had to sweep away the bad memories beyond the horizon.

He needed to focus on the good things.

He immediately shifted his gaze to where he heard Ishael’s laughter.

In his eyes, Ishael walking towards him was clearly visible.

Luckily, it seemed she had noticed him as well.

“Oh? Dylan, is that you?”

“Ishael.”

He squinted his eyes and, unknowingly, mumbled in a low voice.

“Did you cast a light spell in the corridor by any chance?”

Ishael didn’t hear him, but Helic, who was beside her, caught his words.

“…Yes?”

“There’s light in the corridor.”

Helic quietly looked around.

Since Diana Saboia disappeared, the lights in the tower’s corridors were not lit.

The atmosphere inside the tower was as dark as a cave.

Other mages from rival towers had even mockingly called it the “Mole’s Tower.”

“It’s so dark here.”

“No, it’s not.”

“You must be out of your mind. I’ll be going now.”

As Dylan didn’t respond, Helic grumbled and retreated.

“Damn it. Pretending not to know what jealousy is while liking her so much… It’s pitiful, I’m sad.”

Helic left, uttering words that Dylan couldn’t comprehend.

Approaching him soon after, Ishael spoke to him affectionately.

“Dylan, why did you come to the tower?”

Subtly, the words to reply became elusive.

Looking at Ishael, he found himself avoiding her gaze and muttered.

“I came on an errand.”

“Oh, really? Do they assign errands to knights at the palace? I came to clean the trash!”

Feeling odd in Ishael’s friendly conversation, his mood started to change.

A slight fever rose on his forehead.

He rubbed his heated forehead and let out a heated sigh.

“Come to think of it, I also came to clean the trash.”

His conscience prompted him.

To go and dispose of the trash named Pedro.

“…Yes.”

“I see… It’s just that… I came to clean the trash, and yet no one approached me, so I just left. But Dylan, you’re standing there so quietly!”

Dylan softly smiled as he watched Ishael talking in a low voice.

His heart became peaceful at the realization that no one approached her.

Why is that?

Could it be… jealousy?

He started to question his emotions at a fundamental level.

The admiration he held for Ishael was undoubtedly a sublime feeling.

Was it possible for such a base emotion like jealousy to be justified?

He had no reason to feel jealous.

Not even a single glance or fragment of her voice, let alone the bomb she had thrown, triggered any dirty desire to possess them all.

Clearly, his intention was to peacefully grant Ishael’s desired divorce in a year’s time.

Therefore, this heat rising in his cheeks must be a sign of the Blue Moon’s arrival.

The Blue Moon.

A period when desires, cravings, and aggression become excessively strong.

“Well then, shall we go home together?”

“Yes! Let’s go together!”

As he looked at Ishael, who was smiling brightly, Dylan bit his lip and asked.

He couldn’t let his dirty desires be revealed to her innocent self.

Never.

* * *

Meanwhile, inside Claude’s laboratory located on the top floor of the Sage’s Tower.

Claude was alternately staring at the cluttered flask-filled wall and the mess of a floor stained with potions.

His mind was a mess.

All because of that woman who presented a new paradigm!

He added magical formulas to the already completed tracking potion.

At a glance, it seemed easy, but it required a shift in thinking.

Therefore, he should have cornered that woman and extracted knowledge from her.

But…

He nervously touched his sweaty neck.

“I can’t seem to meet her eyes in a strange way!”

It felt as if his mind had been dominated.

It was an absurd idea.

Who dared to dominate him, the master of fire-based offensive magic?

That woman who seemed like she would be blown away by a gust of wind?

It was an absurd thought.

“Let’s think about the magical formula for the potion. If it doesn’t work, we can call her and make her pay for it.”

He forcefully gulped down the potion, his tongue scraping against the roughness.

At that moment, the door behind him creaked open.

It was Helic entering the room.

[That woman from earlier.]

“You mean the one who pointed out plagiarism? She was amazing!”

As soon as he heard his words, Claude’s lips curled up mischievously.

[Come to think of it, she irritates me. I don’t know why I found her suspicious.]

“What? What do you mean?”

[That woman.]

“…?”

[I should give her a punishment for hitting me.]

Helic’s expression twisted with surprise.

“Well, why? Instead of giving her a reward, why punish her?”

[Stop asking questions and get lost. You’re annoying.]

Claude once again displayed his usual arrogant demeanor, as if he was always in a bad mood.

But that was the exact moment.

The door to the top floor laboratory of the Sage’s Tower opened with a thud.

It was Viscount Saboia.

“What is this noise on such a good day?”

Claude maintained his arrogant expression as usual, refusing to respond.

However, whether Claude responded or not, Viscount Saboia had no interest in him.

Claude also had little interest in Viscount Saboia’s words.

Having lost interest in the Viscount, he quickly averted his gaze and focused solely on his tracking magic, as usual.

The liquids in the flasks on the shelf swiftly mixed and moved in response to his gaze.

Without diverting his attention for a moment, Claude stared at the combination of the two potions.

Viscount SAboia raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

“Claude, there’s something you need to do.”

Claude listened to his words indifferently.

At that moment, Viscount Saboia spoke softly.

“Oh, my. It seems our Diana is alive.”

A cold expression flickered on Claude’s stoic face for a moment.

Claude Saboia was known publicly for his hatred towards Diana.

He had been passionately striving to secure his position as the heir of the Saboia family.

However, if Diana, the lost granddaughter of Viscount Saboia, were to return, his position would be shaken from its very foundation.

Helic, who knew the intricate relationships within the family, was taken aback.

But Viscount Saboia spoke calmly in a whisper.

“Come with me right away to find Diana.”

Claude’s blue eyes sparkled brightly.

* * *

After Claude and Viscount Saboia left.

Helic pondered over Claude’s words with a foreboding heart.

Claude said he would punish Ishael.

Then what would happen to Dylan?

He had just awakened to the feeling of jealousy!

If Claude were to torment Ishael, Dylan might lose control and go on a rampage.

“Well, well, it might turn into quite a romantic hotspot, or rather, hehe.”

Helic lightly slapped his own cheek to snap himself out of it.

Yes, their romance could indeed turn into a beautiful event with Dylan’s outburst.

But this was reality.

The confrontation between Dylan and Claude needed to be prevented.

Because if he let it escalate, he might end up dead.

Helic’s body trembled with unease.

He wanted to live for a long time.

Therefore, Ishael had to be unharmed. Absolutely!

* * *

On the way back home with Dylan.

As we walked, I suddenly spoke.

“By the way, where did that bastard Pedro go? I thought he would be seething with vengeance.”

I had tried to provoke him whenever we crossed paths, but it was a shame.

As I grumbled inwardly, Dylan’s expression hardened abruptly.

“Do you happen to need Pedro?”