My Dream is to Get My Own House

In terms of the identity of Duke Saboia, Diana was the most important.

However, he also cherished the tower.

“We have about 30 minutes until the bomb explodes. It’s estimated that there will be about 100 casualties.”

Duke Saboia wore a tired expression.

The bomb was created by terrorists as a guarantee of their own lives.

Before the bomb detonated, a round barrier formed, and those inside it would be completely annihilated.

There was a magical formula placed that could not be deactivated unless the creator did it personally.

Even if he was a great mage, it was a difficult situation to guarantee survival.

Nevertheless, he didn’t hesitate.

A mass teleportation magic circle was activated under his feet.

“I have to go. Claude, for now, you should look for Diana.”

“…”

“Terror has erupted again. Our baby could be in danger.”

[Understood.]

Claude agreed obediently.

To him, Diana’s life was much more precious than the life of someone he didn’t know.

“Will you come back?”

“Of course. How could I die leaving our Diana behind?”

He smiled mischievously and disappeared.

In that instant, Claude’s spine shivered.

‘In novels, when people say things like that, they all die, right?’

A dead flag had been triggered.

* * *

At the same time, inside a prison cell.

Magicians who were digging the floor like moles to escape let out a roar.

“What’s going on?”

Bang!

Boom!

Bang!

Sounds of small explosions could be heard outside the prison cell door.

At first, it was like popcorn popping, but now it was a loud noise like a real bomb.

“It looks like a bomb terrorist attack!”

The imprisoned magician prisoners looked around anxiously.

“But why isn’t anyone coming?”

“Everyone treats prisons with contempt, huh? Dammit!”

“Are prisoners in cells disposable?”

“Hey! There’s someone here!”

People who used magic were often eccentric.

If such people were imprisoned for a long time without being able to use magic in the pitch darkness, what would happen?

They would become even more restless and sensitive.

A constant, faint noise continued at the door.

When a crack that seemed like it would never open completely weakly opened, strange smoke began to flow in.

“What, what is this? Why is the door like that?”

Their anger was directed at Ishael.

“You said we were going to escape! What the hell happened?”

“You told me to dig the ground, but instead of escaping, bombs are just falling!”

I spoke as I absentmindedly ate one fruit after another from my pocket.

“Well, please be patient.”

“Damn it! We don’t listen to the words of a 1st Circle mage!”

“We mimicked Tarzan and even worshipped you because you said you would help us escape!”

When did I say that? Seriously.

“That incredible Dylan’s wife, they said, so I thought Dylan would come to help us escape!”

That can’t be true.

Dylan didn’t even know that I was imprisoned.

“Now, isn’t it time for me to make an appearance?”

I glanced around discreetly.

Before the regression. I had read a detailed article about how Duke Saboia died.

At the beginning, when the terrorism started.

Bombs that were planted in advance exploded in the Saboia Tower, and the bomb sounds were described as resembling popcorn popping.

The bombs were improved through dark magic.

They were said to be extremely powerful and had an extraordinary range.

But now, the bombs were exploding very weakly.

Let’s see.

Are there any beings that could stop the bomb that should have exploded…?

Creak!

With a loud noise, someone appeared inside the door.

I widened my eyes.

“Duke Saboia!”

Finally, he appeared.

He was a beautiful old man with radiant white hair and kind eyes.

Despite having tightly sealed lips, he looked unexpectedly warm.

“Hic. Look at that expression. You’re going to die soon!”

“No matter when I see you, your face looks like it’s going to fall apart.”

Has my standard for “youthful face” increased just by looking at Dylan’s face?

I was contemplating deeply.

Duke Saboia began to stagger.

Soon, he fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

Well, even as a great mage, handling a hundred bombs would be difficult.

In an instant, his gaze landed on me.

He made a puzzled expression.

“Have you… seen the illusion? It was clearly Diana, but… no….”

Is an illusion important in a situation where you could die at any moment?

I shrugged my shoulders at him and said, “My name is Ishael.”

“Are you a guard? Why are you here?”

“Ah, I accidentally escaped.”

Duke Saboia looked dumbfounded.

I casually retorted, “But what’s going on?”

Duke Saboia mumbled.

“Ah, the terrorist group planted the bombs. They evacuated everything and handled all 99 bombs, so now… Cough, cough!”

He brought his hand to his mouth and coughed up blood.

He appeared to have suffered severe injuries.

Above all, his hair was gradually disappearing.

I looked at Duke Saboia, who was becoming bald, with blurry eyes.

“It seems like a sad situation, but it feels strange when the hair disappears first.”

But it seemed like I was the only one who thought that way.

“D-Duke Saboia is becoming bald.”

“This is a big problem.”

“The vitality of a mage begins with their hair! This is a big problem!”

That’s right.

So most mages had lustrous, thick hair.

“Bald…”

He seemed a little shocked.

“He doesn’t seem to have the bald gene, but it must be tough suddenly losing his hairline.”

I swiftly pulled out green moss from my pocket.

I had skillfully collected what the mages had discarded into my pocket.

Actually, this wasn’t ordinary moss.

It was moss that grew in the place where the divine beast had transformed its body.

Before the regression, I had read stories about people lamenting Duke Saboia’s death.

Duke Saboia had removed the bombs installed in the Saboia Tower solely with his magical abilities.

It was reported that he died after sustaining a major injury while attempting to dismantle the bomb installed in the Saboia Tower.

The newspapers revealed that the ruined Saboia Tower had been the nesting place of the divine beast a long time ago.

Was it discovered later that moss imbued with the power of the divine beast was spread throughout the prison?

They said that if Duke Saboia had discovered the moss in advance, he would have survived and suppressed the terrorism.

So I collected the moss of the divine beast first.

Since my arms were weak, the scammers were the ones who dug up the moss, not me.

I lifted Duke Saboia, who had collapsed on the floor.

Then, I forcefully fed him the herb that the divine beast had cherished.

“Ugh! Wh-what are you doing?”

“It’s a good thing, Your Grace!”

Grow, hair, grow!

Stand up, Your Grace!

As soon as I tightly closed and opened my eyes.

Finally, Duke Saboia’s white hair started growing again.

It was a success.

I straightened my head, bowed, and said to him.

“Please, please calm down. It’s nice to meet you.”

He looked at me with a puzzled expression, then paused and touched his forehead as if he couldn’t see.

“Ugh….”

I dragged his body and leaned it against the wall, then spoke.

“You’ve consumed the moss of the divine beast that treats injuries. You might feel a bit uncomfortable while recovering.”

Upon hearing my words, the mages who had been diligently digging the ground with spoons in the prison reacted vehemently.

“What, what is this? Weren’t you giving us spoons to escape? Why suddenly moss?”

Who said anything about escaping?

“You scammers, you’ve been scammed.”

I glared at the mages who had worked hard in my place and tapped my foot.

“Enough, let’s really escape now.”

The mages trapped in the prison shouted in unison.

“Nonsense! There’s still one bomb left, what kind of escape are you talking about!”

“Duke Saboia is dead!”

“You killed the Duke!”

“Isn’t that a terrorist?!”

No, he’s not dead.

Look at his hair.

It’s grown back.

I lifted Duke Saboia, who was collapsing to the ground, and stood him upright.

Then, clap clap.

I clapped my hands a few times without much enthusiasm.

“Ah, enough with the noise. Be quiet. We’re going to dismantle the bomb.”

I stood right in front of the inner door of the Saboia Tower prison. I looked at the oval-shaped bomb, about the size of a palm, that had appeared.

That must be the last bomb.

The black bomb was covered in strange inscriptions.

There was only one thing that everyone could understand, and that was the number engraved on the bomb.