My Dream is to Get My Own House

I couldn’t understand what Dylan was saying.

But I could see the plant on the roof swaying back and forth.

I swallowed hard and retorted.

“…W-Well, alright! For now, just surrender!”

I’ll surrender to capitalism too!

At that moment, I heard a boiling sound from his lips.

“Understood.”

“T-Then, please lift me up!”

He lifted me up as if I were a sack.

And finally!

Dozens of plants, the size of a human, near the flying roof, landed in my grasp.

I gathered all the plants and tucked them into my chest.

“Tears are about to come out for real.”

Each plant was worth billions even when sold individually.

But there were dozens of them!

Dylan Kyung gently set me down on the floor and said.

His lips trembled slightly.

“For at least a year, I permit it.”

I don’t know exactly what I permitted.

But I was already more than halfway opening the door of my heart to Dylan.

So, without thinking properly like a former pushover, I nodded.

“Yes! That’s fine!”

“Then…”

Dylan Kyung gave me a short kiss on the forehead.

I blinked in surprise.

“I will work hard for the remaining contract period.”

“Yes?”

“It’s embarrassing, but I’ll do everything you want.”

The blue moonlight tickled our cheeks.

Dylan intertwined his fingers with mine.

“…So, let’s go back to our home.”

The words ‘our home’ carried a lot of strength.

It wasn’t the first time we held hands like this.

But strangely, I felt tense and my hands were sweaty.

“Our home.”

Yes.

Even though it was only for a year, yes, that place was ‘our home’.

Until now, I had never experienced a warm ‘home’.

But now, I had a ‘home’ to return to and find peace.

“Yes, our home.”

When I walked the difficult path, no one came to find me.

Except for Dylan today.

As soon as I realized this fact, the half-opened barrier in my heart completely opened with a snap.

I smiled brightly at him and spoke.

“That’s great. Let’s go quickly, …our home.”

He smiled back at me.

It was at that moment, when we were so blissful.

Claude Saboia appeared in our sight.

Holding a huge flail in his hand, he looked at us with a cold gaze.

* * *

Dylan and I were confined in a room at the top of the tower.

Dylan held my shoulders tightly and glared at Claude.

“What is the meaning of this?”

Claude and I had been locked in an eye battle for thirty minutes.

[Suspicious.]

This is boring.

How long are we going to keep staring at each other?

Why aren’t we getting to the point?

[I sense something strange about this woman.]

I lightly ignored his muttering.

I had already become Saboia’s benefactor of life.

Someone like Claude could be easily ignored.

But at that moment, a lightning-like realization struck me.

“Oh, why am I like this? Why did I think I could just ignore him?”

No matter what, he is a member of the Saboia family!

My arrogance suddenly swelled up dramatically.

I could barely look at Dylan and find solace in my heart.

He looked back at me with a gentle smile.

The passion from earlier seemed to have completely vanished.

“But why are we still holding hands?”

…That part was somewhat questionable.

“Is this how newlyweds should act in front of others?”

I’ve never lived as a normal couple, so it’s a bit confusing.

At that moment, Helic, who was caught in the middle, spoke with a serious expression.

“Mr. Claude is asking how you managed to disarm the bomb as a 1st Circle Mage subject.”

Well, I can just beat around the bush.

“In fact, I have an innate talent for magic rituals.”

“He says that doesn’t make sense.”

“Today, I received the magic ritual documents and tried opening the door of the solitary confinement. I thought, ‘Ah, I have talent!'”

Helic glanced at Claude’s expression and spoke.

“He finds it highly suspicious.”

Helic cautiously handed me a potion.

“This is the Truth Potion that will last for 30 minutes, Mr. Claude.”

Dylan tried to knock it away, but I was confident.

Confident that I would survive even after drinking the Truth Potion.

“You won’t ask if I’ve regressed, right?”

Somehow, I was overflowing with confidence when I faced Claude.

I don’t know why.

I felt like someone like Claude wouldn’t be able to do anything to me.

After drinking the Truth Potion and omitting the fact that I had regressed, I explained in detail the process that had happened so far.

“Why do you keep avoiding my gaze, though?”

Helic made a joke as if trying to lighten the mood.

“Did you already give up on me? Hahaha!”

The temperature surrounding Dylan dropped by about -10 degrees, then Claude spoke up.

[Of course not! It’s just…just that I can’t meet your eyes! Don’t you feel the same?]

As soon as I heard his words, my ears, which had consumed the Truth Potion, started buzzing uncontrollably.

“Yes, exactly. It’s like a master-slave relationship, with me as the master, of course.”

When everyone’s attention focused on me, I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hand.

“Oh, sorry. No, actually I’m not sorry. No. Damn Truth Potion.”

At that moment, there was a sharp snapping sound from beside me.

“…Dylan?”

He muttered with a puzzled expression.

“The slave system has been abolished. Claude Saboia cannot be a slave.”

“Hey, was it even possible for a slave to exist in the first place?”

In response to my question, Helic muttered discreetly.

“I don’t understand either. But it seems that way in Dylan’s worldview.”

Dylan’s worldview.

[I have no intention of becoming that woman’s slave! My mistress has already been determined!]

From the succession of a duke to Claude Saboia’s worldview, which laments his mistress.

Truly, it’s a chaotic multiverse.

But an even crazier event unfolded here.

Duke Saboia woke up from a temporary coma.

* * *

I waited for a meeting with the recovered Duke Saboia.

Dylan whispered softly.

“Ishael, will you stay in the Tower? It’s better to go back home quickly.”

“Well, I’m fine.”

His touch gradually reached my hair, cheek, corner of my eye, and lips.

“Then I’ll stay by your side. Because I’m your husband.”

His voice seemed strangely possessive, and I looked into his eyes with embarrassment.

“Can I obey your filthy desires?”

I remembered saying that and felt a little embarrassed.

“But it’s similar to usual.”

Except for holding hands.

As we sat quietly, holding hands, the door suddenly opened.

Duke Saboia stared at us blankly.

Then, he approached me and knelt.

“I heard your name is Ishael. I’m truly grateful.”

He came one step closer to me.

His gaze was faintly trembling.

“But…by any chance, I just want to ask, for the sake of asking.”

“Yes, feel free to ask.”

“When we first met…oh, when we escaped from the 1st Circle prison.”

“Oh, when I escaped from the prison?”

Both Claude and Duke Saboia flinched simultaneously.

“Yes, that time…By any chance, was there a baby in the prison?”

…There probably was.

This person is a bit strange too.

“There was no baby in the prison. If there were, it would be a serious violation of human rights and child rights.”

The dejected Duke Saboia quickly corrected himself.

“No, did only one adult woman, like you, happen to be there?”

I pondered for a moment.

Most of the magicians there seemed to be men.

Duke Saboia asked desperately.

“She had blonde hair and blue eyes.”

Then he began to closely examine my face.