My Dream is to Get My Own House - CH 6

2. We Got Married

Episode 6

Strangely, his lips hardened.

“…Divorce.”

“Yes. The basic contract period is one year.”

He nodded his head, looking carefully at the section called divorce.

“Alright.”

Sir Dylan signed the bottom of the contract.

“Then, I am a married man now.”

“I am also a married woman. Now let’s go together.”

He cautiously held out his hand.

His large hand, touching mine, seemed to tremble.

No, there’s no way it would.

I don’t know if it was my body instead, having finally parted with the sweet potato family, is trembling with excitement.

I decided to change the subject.

“I know that we can move in immediately from today!”

“Oh, really? So, today, I will visit my family and move in. I think I should tell them that we are married.”

Oh, it would make sense to visit our families.

I have no family to tell them I’m married.

I threw it all away.

Now I am very relieved. This is it.

I smiled contentedly, nodded my head, and paused.

“Your family will be very surprised because you got married all of a sudden. Should I go see them too?”

“…No. Next time, I hope we can go together. I can’t see my family together right now, so…”

After all, we were in a contract marriage and we were going to get divorced soon.

It was also funny to see each other’s families.

I simply cleared up the situation.

“Then go see your family. I will send the contract to the lawyer. Oh, can we move into Newlyweds Town right away?”

“Yes, I heard it is possible.”

“Then, shall we meet at the house later? Let’s have dinner together!”

He nodded his head nervously.

“Yes. Be careful and goto work. I will prepare dinner.”

He looked like a messenger before the war.

‘I was just going to buy and eat or eat out.’

Sir Dylan, are you good at cooking?

He was a knight who rolled on the battlefield with a great appearance.

He didn’t seem to be able to cook well.

Don’t tell me he cooked monsters?

I should eat his food while saying it’s good then.

Now I was confident that I would laugh no matter what Sir Dylan did.

“Yes, thank you for preparing dinner! Good luck with your family!”

With serious determination, I smiled brightly.

What kind of people are in Sir Dylan’s family?

What kind of dinner will he make?

Some questions rose.

~*~

(3rd person pov)

At the same time, inside the Imperial Palace.

The emperor was enjoying a luncheon with his teacher, the Duke of Savoy.

“Teacher, are you leaving again this time?”

“Yes. This time I’m heading west.”

The Duke of Savoy had the title of Tower Owner over a vast land, and even had the position of being the emperor’s teacher.

He seems to have everything.

But his face was always full of sorrow.

The reason was the Million Theater terrorist attack about twenty years ago.

A terrorist group aiming to overthrow the empire <Red Castle>.

They threw bombs at the Million Theater.

At that time, the Duke of Savoy lost his son, daughter-in-law and even a five-year-old granddaughter.

“On the day of the terrorist attack, we tracked down the surviving theater workers. He was living in hiding in a western teahouse.”

“You will be able to find the missing Princess Diana soon.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The corners of the duke’s mouth didn’t even move.

After losing his family, he turned into an expressionless man.

Especially since he couldn’t even find the body of his granddaughter, his pain multiplied even more.

The emperor looked at him with a sad expression on his face.

The duke then naturally changed the topic.

“How’s the atmosphere of the Great Wall now that it’s winter?”

This time, there was a moment of sadness in the emperor’s face, and then it disappeared.

“It is still.”

Three hundred years ago from now.

There was a witch who lived in an ice castle and reigned as the noble Snow Queen.

She accidentally met the emperor and fell in love with him.

But that emperor feared and detested the witch.

The witch who loved him felt great hurt and anger at the same time.

In the end, she cast a curse on the emperor who didn’t love her, incapable of feeling her feelings.

The effect of the curse extended to the northernmost part of the empire, the Grand Duke of Castile, the bloodline of the emperor.

The barren but livable manor has turned into a winter castle covered with icicles and frost.

The witch’s curse was strong.

After the death of the emperor she loved, it was passed on to one of his blood relatives from generation to generation.

While the successive emperors reigned, the Dukes of Castile lived their whole lives in solitude in the cursed northern castle.

They lived in a state of more than half emotionlessness.

They just wander the battlefield in the madness of slaughter and eventually go crazy.

Fortunately, the current Duke of Castile, Dylan, was different from the past Dukes, which were full of madmen.

Instead of becoming a war maniac, he dispelled his madness in a healthy way of catching terrorists.

“We are still catching terrorists.”

“Is it the guys from <Red Castle> again?”

“Yes. My brother infiltrated the Imperial Templar pretending to be a knight. He will be caught soon.”

The Duke of Savoy gave a brief admiration and nodded his head.

“As expected, it’s amazing.”

At those words, the emperor smiled brightly as if a button had been pressed.

It was as if he had heard the word he had been waiting for all his life.

He soon started firing as fast as a single pistol.

“Actually, I want to give him the title of Imperial Sword. If only it wasn’t for the damn curse! If there is no succession, the Emperor will be passed on… Oh, oh my. I was just talking. I’m sorry, teacher.”

Bragging about one’s younger brother to the point where one’s ears bleed, ehe Duke of Savoy turned his head awkwardly.

“It’s okay. But, Your Majesty.”

“Yes, teacher.”

“Aside from the achievements of His Excellency the Grand Duke, what kind of person is he exactly as a human being? The old man is curious because I had never seen him.”

The emperor shook his head and said.

“Actually, that child is not having any fun living a little… He’s pretty regular… He doesn’t seem to have confidence in his looks.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Is it because of black magic? But still, I know very well about my brother.”

“What part?”

“The child can see clearly the trajectory of his life.”

Said the Duke of Savoy, shaking his head.

“Your Majesty, didn’t you say the other day that those who seem regular do sudden things?”

At the teacher’s mischievous remarks, the emperor chuckled and shook his head.

“Yes. But that’s it. If it were anyone else, my brother wouldn’t.”

“Is that so?”

“Well then. He’s a kid who never knows about deviance.”

It kept bothering him because he was boring and consistent.

‘The boy’s only deviation was to pretend he was a commoner.’

He made a new national registration card for him.

He also cast a spell to make some of his features look like others.

Then, pretending to be a commoner knight, he joined the Imperial Knights Templar. Read only at pm tl.

Of course, Dylan was still Dylan.

He came every day at this time to report on terrorist groups.

Every day after lunch, at noon.

“By the way, the time has come for my brother to come.”

Just then, the clock tower bell rang indicating that it was noon.

And as if waiting, the door to the luncheon opened carefully.

Sir Dylan, no, the Duke of Castile came in through the door.

“Come. Look, teacher. My brother is a regular child.”

“Okay.”

But today, Dylan had a strange expression on his face.

“I have something to tell you, Your Majesty.”

It’s not like Dylan’s temper is going to come up to him with such a ruthless attitude.

The emperor frowned.

“Sit down and talk.”

Did you get any clues about the terrorists trying to assassinate the royal family?

Come to think of it, Dylan recently accomplished a splendid feat of killing the minion of <Red Castle> located in the Imperial Palace.

Is it time to finally declare the end of terrorism?

The nervous emperor grabbed a glass of water and took a sip.

Dylan sat down neatly and opened his mouth.

“I got married today.”

Pfffff-

Water spewed out of the emperor’s mouth like a fountain without a sieve.

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