My Dream is to Get My Own House

“Why aren’t you answering? I came in because I was worried… Oh, Dylan, your face is so red!”

Dylan silently stared at Ishael as she entered the room, flustered. She approached his bed.

“What’s going on? If you’re in pain, you should tell me! It’s worrying!”

Ishael probably had no ill intentions, but everything about this felt unfamiliar to him.

No one had ever reached out to him like this before, not with their own hands.

Even the Emperor only showed concern subtly.

But she was different.

“If you’re in pain, you should tell me! Seriously!”

As soon as he heard her voice, mixed with concern, his mind started to calm down.

Separately from that, a faint wave began to emerge in his heart.

The emotion of admiration was slowly transforming into another name.

Dylan recalled the name of this indescribable emotion.

It was probably a desire.

It seemed like the desire to be with her a little longer.

He didn’t want to lose that gentle concern.

The seed of desire that had sprouted under the name of jealousy was gradually growing into a pure desire.

* * *

I let out a deep sigh as I looked at Dylan. Luckily, even though it was the nursery, the bed was quite spacious.

Seeing Dylan’s feet sticking out like that made me think that I should buy a bigger bed…

I deliberately ignored that fact and stared at Dylan, who was taking his medicine.

He retorted in a cold tone.

“I’ve taken all the medicine. I’ll be better if I rest for a day. Please leave.”

I bit my lip tightly.

His face was flushed from the fever, and his breathing seems labored.

But that wasn’t all.

Every time he took a breath, he seemed to grimace slightly, as if his lungs were sore.

“How can I just ignore you when you look like this?”

Even though we were just housemates, I couldn’t do that.

The image of me, suffering alone and groaning in pain when I was sick, overlapped with his current state.

Of course, I had a good grasp of the situation.

Dylan, without a doubt, had an air of nobility.

He seemed to have a fairly good relationship with his family as well.

But why?

Why do I see the young me, who was abused, when I look at him?

I quietly spoke up in protest.

“I won’t leave until the medicine takes effect. I don’t want to.”

Dylan’s red eyes stared at me with an intense gaze.

“…I said I don’t want to.”

“Yes.”

His voice was rough, unlike his usual self.

Perhaps he couldn’t control himself at the moment.

I almost stumbled back instinctively.

“Don’t hesitate, regain your composure!”

Even if Dylan was emitting a fierce aura, what could I do?

He was currently unwell.

“I’ll take care of you by your side. I’ll go to work late today.”

When you’re sick, how heartbreaking it is to not have someone by your side.

I knew that very well.

“Besides, Dylan always prepares a meal set of 50 dishes for me every time I’m sick. I even brought a tray for you. I should do at least this much…”

I quietly took out the hidden tray from my pocket.

Clank, clank.

Was it because I was reminded of our first night together?

A faint smile spread across his stiff lips.

I had partially succeeded in easing his guard.

I didn’t miss the opportunity and reached out to touch Dylan’s forehead.

Even though my hand barely approached, it was already burning hot.

It seemed to be surpassing a low-grade fever and heading toward a high fever.

“We should call the doctor—”

But right at that moment.

He roughly grabbed my hand.

Dylan’s intense gaze fell upon me.

“Ishael.”

Our wrists touched, and they felt hot.

But this unexpected contact wasn’t the issue.

The problem was his gaze.

It licked over me like a lascivious predator.

The moment our eyes met.

He clenched his jaw so tightly that his teeth seemed ready to break.

Thunk!

For the first time, Dylan forcefully pushed my hand away.

Our hands collided with a significant noise.

“…It’s okay, please leave.”

He muttered with a boiling voice.

An eerie heat and intensity coexisted.

I held my pushed hand tightly and stared at him.

“Do not touch me.”

It was a warning.

That moment, tension began to suffocate me.

He covered my eyes with one hand and murmured in a somewhat relieved voice.

“…Please leave, right now.”

Chills spread through the fingertips that had touched him.

For the first time, facing Dylan became burdensome.

He had a gaze that seemed like he could devour me at any moment.

I quickly got up while holding my breath.

If I stayed still, I might be devoured.

Someone could dismiss it as baseless delusions.

But this was undoubtedly the intuition of a prey.

* * *

Calmly putting the pushed-away hand behind me and closing the door as I left.

I felt a little timid.

“Isn’t Dylan scary?”

“I guess he is a bit.”

“When your eyes meet, it’s like you freeze and become petrified.”

When the neighboring administrative officials said that, I waved my hand, denying it.

Dylan in front of me didn’t seem like that at all.

Just this morning, he was affectionate.

I thought he considered me special.

But just now, it was slightly different.

I felt like I understood what people meant when they talked about Dylan’s unique aura.

“Maybe I was being too presumptuous with just a housemate.”

I had thought that we were close enough to wave away such things.

Dylan’s reaction wasn’t like that at all.

I should have left some medicine in front of the door.

To buy Dylan’s medicine, I went to the drugstore.

My cheeks and fingertips felt oddly warm.

As if Dylan’s fever had transferred to me.

* * *

After leaving the medicine for Dylan’s fever on the side table in his room, I headed out for work.

My mind was filled with various worries and concerns.

First and foremost, I was most concerned about Dylan’s health.

“Even if you come close, I’ll endure it.”

“…What?”

“I wouldn’t dare touch you, not even with a finger…”

I must have chewed on my lips for quite some time.

I blinked, recalling his suppressed voice.

I hadn’t even approached him closely, yet he seemed to feel a strong aversion.

“I don’t even know exactly what I’m enduring…”

I felt a bit, well, quite disappointed.

But just before leaving for work, when I checked Dylan’s body temperature while he was asleep, fortunately, the fever had significantly subsided.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to clear my mind.

Regardless of being Dylan, there was a problem.

I spun my foot restlessly while gazing at the purplish clouds floating in the sky.

Even though it was daytime, the sky was filled with violet clouds.

“It looks like the Blue Door will appear tomorrow.”

The purple clouds were called the prelude to the Blue Door.

In fact, before the regression, there used to be a grand event in the Empire on the day the Blue Door appeared.

To be precise, it was a sad event, the death of Duke Saboia.

He was a highly respected magician who garnered the admiration of the Empire’s people.

Maybe that’s why.

For over a year, a wave of mourning had continued, listing his life and cause of death.

Thanks to that, I had come up with a way to prevent his death.

But there was a significant problem.

“Ah, why won’t they summon me at the mausoleum?”

I had relied on Claude Saboia, but he seemed to have no interest in me whatsoever.

I let out a deep sigh and looked up at the sky.

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

I knew how to prevent the Duke’s death, but I lacked the power.

If I made a small mistake, I could even end up dead.

However, constantly thinking about his death made me feel strangely uneasy.

But people die, and isn’t it necessary to make an effort?

Moreover, if I became the savior of his life, my future would be secured.

I pondered seriously about what I should do while walking towards the palace.

Then, right when I had touched Dylan’s fingertips…

A slight heat sensation rose from the fingertips that had touched him.

And right after that.

I heard a strange hallucination in my ear.

“Do you like to eat?”

I tilted my head and looked around.

The shortcut to the Knights Administration was quiet.

There was no one around except me.

“What? Why do I hear a young boy’s voice?”

Goosebumps ran down both of my arms.

In the midst of that, a new hallucination started.

This time, it was the voice of a cheerful little girl.

“Brother! What should I do if someone tells me to eat garbage?”

What, what is this?

I looked around again.

There was no one.

What is this?