My Dream is to Get My Own House

“Marriage? Am I dreaming right now?”

The Grand Duke shook his head faithfully.

“No.”

“Then what?”

The emperor’s eyes gleamed and shone.

“Did you reveal your identity to that woman? Since when have you two met? When did you start dating her?”

“It’s been a while since we met, and I registered my marriage under the status of a commoner, Dylan. My identity will be revealed soon.”

A little worry appeared on his bare face, which had no expression of emotion, and then disappeared in an instant.

He will reveal his identity soon.

Was he seriously thinking about it?

“That woman, what does she do?”

“She is a worker of the same Knights Templar. Her stature is a little short, and there’s a vaguely visible spot under her eye that’s hidden by her glasses…”

‘My brother remembered all those things?’

The water that had spurted from the corner of the emperor’s mouth dripped to the floor.

His gaze lost focus and began to shake dazedly.

“Oh, listen. So…”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“I suspect early dementia. I forgot what I just heard. Do you understand what I mean?”

The words spoken to the emperor could never be undone.

But at this moment, the emperor blamed his memory.

It meant that he had to cancel that statement right away, as he would give him a chance to escape.

But Dylan nodded his head frankly and answered with sincerity.

“Okay. I’m married. She’s a co-worker, and…”

The emperor was trying to lecture him.

Don’t you have a mission right now?

Are you going to make that woman the future Grand Duchess?

You shouldn’t decide that so quickly, etc.

But the moment he was about to open his mouth.

The emperor witnessed something he had never seen before.

Dylan’s face, which was like a hard wall, blushed like a young boy.

It was the look of his blushing cheeks with a lovely rosy color that made the Emperor’s shoulders begin to tremble.

It was like seeing a monster that appeared in a dystopian world.

“What is it? It’s a dream? I can’t wake up then? What about you, teacher?”

At that moment, the emperor’s teacher quietly opened his mouth.

“My…didn’t I just say people…do strange things once in a while. The Grand Duke said that now…this marriage…must be it.”

But the emperor’s ears did not hear those words.

‘What the hell did she do to make Dylan look like that?’

It was the first faint smile he had ever seen. Read only at pm tl.

Dylan was a kid who had never smiled that way in his life.

The previous Emperor hated Dylan.

He cursed him since he was a perfect stain on his life that everyone envied.

He was locked up in a small house with magic outside the palace for his whole life.

Around ten years had passed since he had lived in such a confinement.

The Emperor sent him to war with the intention of driving Dylan to his limbs and getting killed.

By the time the last Emperor died and the current emperor realized all the truth, it was already too late.

Dylan grew up as a blunt and indifferent young man, worthy of the curse of the Duke of Castile.

He became obsessively upright, thinking that a seat would not be allowed if he did not do his best.

So perhaps this marriage was the only exception in Dylan’s life.

He wondered who the woman was that made Dylan like this.

“Did you marry her for love? So, it means that you are in love with her.”

At his words, Dylan’s bright red eyes shook like a ship hit by a storm.

“There are other reasons.”

At that moment, the emperor’s eyes gleamed with interest.

“What? Another reason? What is it?”

~*~

A few dozen minutes have passed.

After Dylan and the Duke of Savoy both returned, the emperor remained alone in his office, chewing on the previous conversation.

“It’s not love, it’s just normal feelings.”

“Okay? So what exactly is this normal feeling?”

Dylan was emotionally clumsy.

He had never even practiced naming emotions in his head.

Just as expected.

He couldn’t easily answer a simple question.

The Emperor was silent, giving Dylan time to think.

Dylan frankly lowered his eyelashes, immersed in his thoughts.

“Maybe longing… It seems to be that.”

It was Dylan with an indifferent disposition, where even his likes and dislikes were not clear.

But he was learning a new feeling of ‘longing’!

The emperor was clearly pleased, but he was not satisfied with this.

“Is it really longing? What is longing?”

“…”

Dylan certainly didn’t seem to understand what longing was.

The emperor looked at his younger brother, who had become less talkative, and said.

“So, Dylan, why do you long for someone who’s going to be wealthy? There must be a reason.”

In an instant, he recognized the fact that he was like a go-getter who fussed over his love affair.

But curiosity always triumphs over reason.

“Still… I can’t tell you.”

The anxious emperor questioned him with his eyes full of excitement.

But Dylan remained silent, keeping his mouth shut.

‘More than that, he married without knowing exactly what his feelings were? My brother, who lives according to the rules and is not fun?’

Dylan seemed to be feeling a touch of emotion.

‘I’ll probably have to find out more.’

The emperor’s gaze fell down.

In fact, Dylan’s ‘longing’ was also worrisome.

Within the Imperial Palace Knights, there was a terrorist force trying to overthrow the empire.

At worst, the person Dylan fell in love with could be a terrorist.

‘She could have used black magic. There is such a thing as a love potion.’

The emperor clenched his fist.

Let’s be honest.

He also wondered who was the woman who put a smile on his blunt brother’s face…

…Not that.

By no means was this meant to satisfy curiosity.

He was just trying to find out if she was a terrorist or not.

All this is for the safety of his brother.

‘How exactly should I check?’

The corners of the emperor’s lips rose in an instant.

~*~

(Ishael’s pov)

I was meeting my family.

It was a completely different meeting.

Madame Martha called Ishael to a coffee house outside the palace.

“Hoho, I guess it’s because it’s near the Imperial Palace. How nice the air is! Isn’t that right, daughter?”

Madame Martha’s frivolous voice reverberated throughout the coffee house.

I smiled softly at her.

“It really is. What did you call me for?”

There was only one reason Madame Martha smiled at me like that.

“My baby, this mother has something to say.”

In the past, I was captivated by her words, “my baby,” and would have given her both my liver and gallbladder.

But now it was different.

Just looking at those eyes that overflowed with greed made the food taste worse.

“What?”

You need money.

“Give me some money.”

I knew that too.

“There are not enough dresses for Soldika’s debutant.”

I nodded my head.

“Um, a little later. My payday is late.”

“Huh, what?”

It was the moment when her gaze became sharp.

I held out a small piece of paper and grinned.

“Of course I’ll give you the money. I’m Ishael.”

Nope.

“Oh, really? But what are all these documents?”

“A good thing.”

“What?”

“Can you sign here?”

I waved a small piece of paper.

It was a document full of ancient language.

At that moment, Madame. Martha’s lips twisted for a moment.

“Hoho. Ummm, what is that?”

“My mother is so smart that she can read all ancient languages. Don’t you know what it is?”

I laughed softly at her as she made a face.

Madame Martha rolled her eyes and stuttered.

“Well then! Of course I know!”

Pretending to know without knowing again?

There are two languages ​​spoken in the Empire.

One was the official language of the Empire, and the other was the Old Language of the Empire.

Unfortunately, Madame Martha was ignorant of ancient languages.

Even decades after she lived as a fallen aristocrat.

She had a bad brain in the first place, and she almost forgot the ancient language she had learned a little bit in her noble days.

Unlike her, I learned the ancient language easily because I attended the academy.

“As mother knows, at the top is written <Salt Field Salty Radish>. They said they needed parental consent to get a loan.”

“What? <Salt Field Salty Radish>? Why there?”

“Why? I want to buy a dress for my mother.”

I didn’t know either, but I seemed to be pretty good at acting.

As usual, I presented the documents pretending to be a good daughter.

There was greed in her eyes when she looked at me like that.

“Oh really? Even a dress for me?”

She didn’t even think that I was lying.

After all, since I was a child, I have been earning money like a loyal dog for over 10 years to support my family.

I couldn’t do more like openly question her.

“Yes. It’s my mother’s birthday soon.”

Weren’t you thinking of a new dress?

Madame Martha’s eyes shined with excitement.

“Haha, then, let’s do it! I have to sign it of course. I’ll have to make an appointment at the salon.”

<Salt Field Salty Radish> was a usury lender with a loan interest rate of over 1000%.

Madame Martha also knew it was a terribly vicious lender.

But, nevertheless, blinded by her greed, she signed the paper.

I was wondering if it was a document that drove me into my limbs before.

‘It was your last chance, but you threw it away.’

I took the papers and smiled at her.

Mother, you probably don’t know because you don’t know the ancient language of the Empire.

But what you just signed was not that kind of document.