My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 1

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My husband is not the Master of the Magic Tower.

E-book publication date
July 14, 2026
Author
Jung Pureun
Publisher
Black Peach
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Episode 1

This novel ends today.
Because today is the day the male protagonist from the original story marries me.
Oh, by the way. I’m the bride, but I was only ever meant to be the spare.
“Sigh… what perfect weather for a breakup.”
Preparations for parting complete.
This marriage will spectacularly fall apart (or so it’s supposed to).
Right in the middle of the wedding march, the male protagonist will turn and run back the way he came, suddenly proposing to the female protagonist sitting in the guest seats.
He’ll probably take the Diamond Ring I chose and slip it on her finger.
The Cinderella who had to say goodbye to the prince because of their difference in station will find happiness again, and I’ll get to suffer the humiliation. A perfect ending.
It’s fine. Love wins.
‘I do love a happy ending.’
I never needed the prestigious Count’s Family anyway, or a crown prince fiancé whose looks aren’t even my type.
What’s gained in a day is lost just as easily.
Once the original story ends, I planned to leave this place far behind and live free.
“Next, we have the entrance of the groom.”
“Huh?”
…Though it seems I’ve failed somehow.
I stared hard at the man approaching through the veil that stung my eyes, and that’s when I realized something was wrong.
‘…Who is this?’
Why is his hair black?
And his eyes—what color are they?
Strangely, where Lucas should have had golden hair, this man had hair dark as charcoal, and instead of eyes the color of a blue sea, they held the crimson of spilled blood.
And that sharp, wild look—like a wolf, not a gentle dog at all.
‘Ah.’
Without thinking, my feet faltered as I moved closer to him.
There was only one person whose face overlapped with his.
“C-Carlo?!”
Carlo was my colleague at work.
More than that—we were on the same team, same department.
“What—”
I stood there with my mouth open, unable to process the absurdity, when he parted his lips nervously and spoke.
“I’m sorry for deceiving you all this time. The truth is, it wasn’t Lucas who went to the arranged meeting. It was always me.”
“…What?”
“I did it because I love you, Roze. I’ve had a crush on you for a very long time.”
This is bad.
‘No, you can’t…’
You’re supposed to be the heroine’s friend.
And a significant role to boot!
This was bad. The male lead’s childhood friend harboring unrequited love for me—that plot point didn’t exist anywhere in the original work.
I blinked once, and that was all.
“Um….”
My thought process stalled, then crashed entirely at the unexpected confession.
While I steadied my breathing, his hand reached toward a small box in his breast pocket.
Wait—what’s that in his hand?
“…!”
Why is he taking out a Wedding Ring?
“I don’t want this to stop as it is.”
He was a variable.
An enormous variable poised to upend my future—a future I’d thought would flow peacefully onward.
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Chapter 1
My Husband Is Not the Crown Prince
The story picks up just before the original work ends.
Yes, the incident traces back one month before the wedding.
“Roze, pulling another late night?”
“Yeah. The Scroll Department sent over a collaboration request, so I’m putting together some materials before I go.”
“They say Security Department staff sleep like the dead. Look at our poor bride-to-be’s complexion—it’s getting dull. What are we to do?”
“You work in the Security Department too. If you don’t want to stay late, then get to work, Elline.”
I gathered the documents with a flat tone and tapped them sharply against the desk. Elline’s answer came back, sullen—she said she’d rather die first.
No wonder. It was already well past nine at night, well beyond closing time.
Nonsense was bound to slip out when you’d been staring at nearly identical paperwork for over twelve hours.
The ‘Security Department’ was the central division of the Magic Tower, with Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth Mages evenly distributed.
In this world, magical power existed.
Mages, channeling their awakened magical power through one of four attributes, protected the Human Realm from the Demon Realm, where dangerous creatures swarmed.
‘Essentially like police civil servants.’
Fire and Earth Magic excelled at offense; Water and Wind Magic at defense.
All four were essential for security magical design.
The duty of guarding the boundary between the Demon Realm and Human Realm was like protecting the world itself, making the Delphinia Kingdom the linchpin of the continent.
Especially the Security Department I belonged to.
“I’ve got an idea. Our Water Mage friend here could just make everyone’s skin dewy and supple, right?”
“Then I’m hungry too—why don’t you conjure me some snacks from the earth?”
“What? That’s impossible, Roze!”
“Exactly what I’m saying, Elline.”
Still, I was just another pitiful office worker spouting nonsense under the weight of work.
Wedding or no wedding on the horizon, my accumulated tasks took priority—they were urgent.
The duty I’d volunteered for, staying late without complaint, was nothing less than maintaining the world’s peace.
Finding a way to shore up Water Magic, which had been deteriorating in durability lately among the four attributes of security magic—that was the goal.
It was something I had to resolve before resigning if I wanted my future to unfold smoothly.
“They say monsters appeared in a nearby border region recently. I’m going to review the design from the ground up, so focus.”
“There’s no such thing as perfect magic, Roze. I worry about that too, but aren’t you overlooking the fact that some things can’t be helped?”
Elline let out a small breath and shook her head as she spoke.
Her words carried a worried undertone—that I seemed too obsessive, clinging to problems night and day whenever a small accident occurred.
“You have to maintain it consistently. That’s what the Earth Mages are for. A bride-to-be can afford to take it a little easier.”
“That wretched bride thing.”
I was more concerned about how you’re pretending not to care about my wedding news.
The truth was, Elline was in love with the man I was going to marry, and her complexion was growing pale from the strain of forced pretense, which was beginning to weigh on me.
I got up from my seat and picked up my coat, feigning ignorance.
“…Where are you going?”
“Outside for a bit.”
I’d thought about grabbing a drink.
But I saw the flicker of worry in Elline’s eyes—wondering if maybe I was heading to meet the Crown Prince who worked in another department—and decided against it.
Goodness. What do you expect of me?
I’d long stressed that this was a heartless political marriage, but it never got through to our tragic heroine.
‘Relax, friend. I have no ambitions to be the protagonist. I don’t even know what that Crown Prince’s face looks like yet.’
Besides, knowing my sweet and kind friend’s true feelings, I had no intention of tormenting her about it.
Just as I set my coat back down, the door flew open.
“Oh? It looks like you’ve been somewhere, Count.”
“I thought I might get hungry, so I grabbed a few snacks.”
“My goodness. Snacks?”
Elline’s brief exclamation ended as an avalanche of food tumbled across the table at the center of the laboratory.
A few? That was far more than a few.
I found myself staring back and forth between the face of the man who had just entered the laboratory and the heap of snacks he’d brought.
The other team members had clocked out early; only Elline, myself, and him remained here until dawn.
Yet the spread before me looked like enough to feed half a dozen people.
‘Well, it’s generous—I’ll take it.’
Among the offerings were the sandwich and strawberry juice I ate regularly. I nodded at him with gratitude and reached for them.
“Thank you, Carlo.”
“No, please. Enjoy them.”
As always, his long bangs and the thick frames of his glasses obscured his eyes, but he seemed quite pleased with himself.
‘We’re not close, but he’s certainly a decent person.’
Despite his seemingly indifferent nature, he could be surprisingly considerate in these small ways.
Thanks to him, I’d saved the time I might have wasted stepping out.
I settled back into my work with satisfaction, sandwich in hand.
I was a Mage of Water Magic.
Water Magical Power flows with flexibility, harmonizing well with other attributes.
In simple terms, it meant the scope of magical applications was remarkably broad.
Of course, because Water Mages were so rare, I had become a precious asset now.
The fact that Roze awakened as a Water Mage and came to work in the Security Department of the Magic Tower—that was achieved entirely through my own effort.
In the original work, Roze Stein, the Count’s daughter, was merely a supporting character: the future Archmage Elline’s friend.
In other words, I was never supposed to be a Mage in the first place.
So how did this happen?

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