My Dream is to Get My Own House

I calmly looked at the documents and firmly composed myself despite my surprise. I had never seen a magical formula like this before. All I knew about magical formulas was…

Magicians don’t usually use magical formulas.Alfred Saboia adapted complex magical equations into magical script.However, the theory of magical formulas he organized was completely lost.As a result, even high-ranking magicians are often unfamiliar with magical formulas.Using a magical formula doesn’t require mana or a high circle. You just need to write the characters.If you know how to use a magical formula, even with a low circle, you can become a powerful magician.

Number 6 is the most important part.

“So, this is a challenging magical formula…”

I looked at the magicians gathered beyond the conference room.

Their expressions seemed quite smug.

“How about taking it directly to the Mausoleum and solving it there?”

“Yeah, it would be interesting, right? A challenge for a first-circle magician!”

“If you embarrass yourself, we’ll record it as a magical artifact video.”

Just when I was planning to go to the Mausoleum anyway…!

“Coincidentally, luck is on my side!”

I held the documents tightly as if they were winning lottery tickets.

Awakening Illusion.

And even the “Interpretation Method for Magical Formulas” that rolled in by chance!

I can save Duke Saboia!

Become a benefactor of life and achieve big success!

I stood up, looked around, and declared confidently.

“Yes, I will go!”

To the Mausoleum. No, to become my golden ticket…

“Prison!”

“What? Hey! I didn’t say go to prison—”

“Goodbye! I’m going to prison!”

* * *

I quickly approached the “Mausoleum Secretary’s Office.”

Helic, with one eye covered, was closing the door.

“Excuse me!”

“Oh, my goodness. You scared me!”

Before the door closed, I grabbed the magician’s hand tightly.

“…Yes? I, I have a girlfriend!”

“I didn’t mean that. I’m a married woman.”

“R-Really? Actually, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

What’s the big deal? I’m not interested.

Anyway, I decided to quickly get to the point.

“I see. I understand. Actually, I think I saw an awakening illusion.”

Helic nodded as if surprised.

“Oh, an awakening illusion? Congratulations. Come inside and have a seat… Just in case someone sees us.”

I don’t know what he’s afraid of.

Anyway, Helic led me into the office and served me orange juice.

I sat across from him at a table and quickly drank the orange juice.

“By the way, I should advise you not to stay near the Mausoleum.”

“Huh?”

“Well, you see…”

He trailed off.

Feeling frustrated, I spoke first.

“Well, actually… I have something to give you. To put it simply, there’s something I want to embroider.”

“Huh? Embroidery? Suddenly?”

Helic looked perplexed, and I confidently spoke while clenching my fist.

“Yes, it’s true. I have committed a crime worthy of imprisonment!”

Helic, who was drinking orange juice, spewed the liquid out of his mouth.

“…Excuse me?”

“Well, you see, I stole a cleaning brush because I really wanted to see the awakening illusion.”

There is a superstition that stealing an item from the Mausoleum allows you to awaken. However…

“What…did you steal?”

“It’s a sparkling copper cleaning brush that shines like gold, used to clean the precious restroom in the Mausoleum.”

“Um, have you caught a fever?”

“I’m perfectly fine.”

Helic muttered to himself a few times before saying,

“Well, I’ll…take the report. What circle are you?”

“I’m a first-circle magician.”

“A first-circle magician seeking second-circle awakening…Hmm, well, place your hand here.”

I placed my hand on the glass box he presented.

Beep, beep!

Helic examined the glass box for a while, then sighed with regret.

“Oh, dear. So, you’re still a first-circle.”

“It wasn’t an awakening illusion? Then what did I see?”

Could it be that I just saw an illusion as part of a special summer episode…?

A shiver ran down my spine.

Feeling somewhat deflated, Helic tried to console me.

“Some magicians who yearn to see the awakening illusion sometimes experience hallucinations.”

But that wasn’t the feeling I had…

I scratched my head and looked at Helic again.

He kindly said,

“Well, then, please go. There’s no case of someone being imprisoned for stealing a cleaning brush. Besides, I’m afraid to think about what might happen if you were to be imprisoned. That jealous person…”

I didn’t listen to what he said after “please go.” I already had my plan in mind and was preparing for the conversation.

I extended a document from my pocket towards him and spoke again.

“Do you recognize this? It’s the magical formula document requested by the Mausoleum.”

“Yes? I know. I made the request.”

“Well, the thing is, I received the document for transfer. But it’s too difficult for me…”

“Ah, I see. What did you receive?”

He glanced at the document for a moment and made a sound.

“Oh, this.”

“Apparently, there is a magician who knows a little bit about magical formulas imprisoned in the Mausoleum.”

His expression turned bitter.

“Although I have no connection to magical formulas… Sigh. If I can’t solve this magical formula, will I be fired?”

…But that’s not true. I’m as clueless as they come.

However, without revealing that fact, I pretended to be distressed and shed fake tears.

“Maybe! Maybe, that could happen!”

Without realizing it, Helic began to agonize, wiping his dry face.

Good, he’s starting to come around.

With feigned sniffles, I muttered,

“Well, you see, it’s so difficult… I even showed the magical formula to another administrator named Henry. But it turned out to be a confidential document.”

It was a lie.

“Unauthorized removal of confidential documents can result in a one-day imprisonment in the Mausoleum…”

I struggled to hide my brightened face and folded my hands in front of my chest.

“As expected! My conscience is pricking me, so I’ll pay the price. Please imprison me!”

* * *

I was finally locked up in prison, just as I wished!

A place filled with ruthless moss and criminals confined in various locations.

“It feels chilly here because it’s a prison.”

“You’re in such a cramped space that you can’t even lie down. Why do you look so happy…”

Well, that’s because my life-changing drama will unfold in this Mausoleum prison.

“Is it because I can finally pay for my sins?”

Helic let out another deep sigh and mumbled.

“Well, I’ll keep you imprisoned for just one day, so go ahead and figure it out on your own…”

“Yes. By any chance, will I have a criminal record?”

“Oh, don’t say scary things. This is just a place to confine crazy magicians.”

“Well, that’s true.”

“Yes, that’s right. Uh, by the way, it would be a big problem if Sir Dylan finds out…”

Do you know Dylan?

I don’t think Dylan Kyung would be that concerned if I disappeared for a day.

We’re just ordinary housemates.

I put on a well-crafted social mask and smiled mischievously.

“Well, go ahead now. I’m going to enjoy my life as a prisoner.”

After Helic, who looked at me with a pitiful gaze, left.

I was alone and looked around while whistling.

The magicians on the opposite side, within reach of my hand, started whispering to each other.

“What a foolish first-circle magician.”

“I heard earlier that he couldn’t even solve the magical formula. How pathetic.”

It seems like the newbie hazing that is commonly found in prison cells has begun.

I took a moment to test my luck.

“You must be remarkable individuals, huh?”

“Hah! I got caught because I installed a sacrificial bomb in the underground of the Mausoleum!”

“I used brainwashing techniques on ordinary people!”

“I sold aphrodisiacs in the name of the Mausoleum… Ha, but it’s a bit unfair.”

I tilted my head to the side.

“Oh, so you’re all proper ‘con artists’?”

They laughed out loud.

“Yeah, we’re con artists. You’re just a pathetic con artist who will suffer until the thorns pierce you.”

“Do you know about mana circuits?”

“Maybe?”

“What about magical formulas?”

“Do you really know? Just look at your energy. It’s clearly a first-circle!”

They were completely disregarding me.

“I am a first-circle, indeed.”

“First-circle? It’s shameful to breathe the same air as the prison! Ha! I’m even a sixth-circle!”

Whether they criticized me or not, I stared intently at the holographic device in the air.

As expected, it wasn’t being recorded as if it was used by a terrorist organization.

In that case, let’s say it.

“Hey, you con artists.”

“Why? What is it?”

“Do you want to make a fun bet with me?”

“What kind of bet?”

Well, my fellow scamming magician friends?

“Would you like to try a group jailbreak?”

Let the game begins now.