My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 26

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Chapter 26

I had countless questions for Carlo.
First and foremost, why the Return Magic had activated flawlessly as teleportation without any magic on my part.
“In the first place, the Demon Realm isn’t a place anyone can simply enter.”
And beyond that, the reason he’d seemed so familiar with the Demon Realm from the very beginning.
Now that I thought about it, there was more than one suspicious detail.
Only two attributes could independently and completely activate location-based magic: water and wind.
If the essence of water and wind magic lay in ‘flow’, then fire and earth magic worked the opposite way—they required occupying a certain space to maximize their effect.
Which meant that no matter how skilled a mage was, if they were born with a single attribute, they’d inevitably hit its limits.
‘He’s definitely hiding something.’
I narrowed my eyes and looked up at Carlo.
Not his hidden identity, but rather the causal relationship that could make sense of what happened then—even more so, I wanted to understand the process of how he’d designed that spell.
“Ah. To be clear, I’m not asking you to reveal some grand secret you’re keeping or anything like that.”
“….”
“It’s fascinating, isn’t it? As a fellow mage, transcending the limits of your innate attribute.”
As I’d said before, I didn’t enjoy prying into other people’s secrets.
As a Possessed Individual, I myself carried too many troublesome secrets I couldn’t explain to others.
So what sparked my curiosity was simple: Carlo’s ability was far higher than I’d anticipated.
Of course, I understood that my sudden barrage of questions would feel abrupt and flustering to him, who’d yet to answer.
‘But I’m curious, so what can I do.’
My eyes genuinely gleamed.
For the first time since opening my eyes in this world, my heart raced with such thrilling excitement.
If I played my cards right, I thought I could transcend the water attribute too and become an Offensive Magic mage rather than a defensive one.
Thinking of the hardships awaiting ‘Roze’ in the future, defensive magic alone was clearly insufficient. Just recently, hadn’t I been helpless against the Demon Beast’s invasion?
Working only as support for others’ magic at the Magic Tower made my body sluggish, and sometimes I even felt self-loathing.
What Carlo showed me was the ‘possibility’ I’d been searching for so desperately. Through this incident, I felt curiosity toward him not as a person but as a mage to mage.
‘Maybe I could use this later in the Magic Workshop I’ll open someday.’
I watched him intently, my mind greedily spinning with hope.
But he immediately shook his head.
“…You escaped safely, didn’t you? Isn’t that enough?”
“I asked because it wasn’t.”
“What part of it wasn’t?”
“The hypothesis I came up with.”
After mulling it over all day, the hypothesis I’d settled on was this:
Attribute Mutation might be possible.
Or perhaps Carlo’s manifested attributes numbered at least two or more.
“Could you temporarily convert a fire attribute to water or wind?”
“That’s impossible.”
“Your innate attribute might not be fire alone.”
“….”
Both explanations were far removed from reality—perhaps even difficult to accept.
Still, I harbored hope.
When Carlo cast spells, he didn’t fill his pupils with calculations like I did—he simply made a few light gestures.
I envied his ease and composure.
Even now, as I watched him with feigned composure and barely concealed tension, he let out a soft chuckle.
…He laughed?
My brow furrowed slightly, and after a moment, he answered simply.
“It’s a secret.”
My words caught in my throat.
“But…”
“Think of it this way—the Return Magic, nearly dead, miraculously revived and brought you back. It’ll be easier that way.”
I understood exactly what he meant by ‘easier’.
‘In other words, it’s not like that.’
I made an exasperated face.
Carlo simply pushed his Glasses up with his index finger and left it at that.
As always, expressionless and composed.
As a passing breeze set his pitch-black hair rippling, I caught myself thinking he looked just a little bit infuriating.
Well, if he’s going to refuse, there’s nothing I can do about it.
Even as I told myself that, I found myself hesitating, unable to speak—just nodding my head vacantly.
He said it was a secret. I can’t just pry it out of him by force.
Besides….
‘He’s not wrong.’
If I’m being honest, it was thanks to Carlo’s Return Magic that I escaped the Demon Realm safely.
I nearly became a Demon Beast’s meal, but he saved me all the way through, even when I lost consciousness.
It’s late, yes—but let me thank him now.
Embarrassed, I touched my cheek and gave him a small nod.
“Separate from that, I wanted to thank you.”
“….”
“I mean it. Though now it feels terribly late to be saying so….”
My curiosity seemed to have sailed out to sea, but I could at least convey my gratitude sincerely.
Since things had come to this point, I stopped in the middle of the Pond Path where we’d been walking and clasped my hands respectfully.
Then Carlo’s gaze flickered—just slightly.
I was about to speak again, puzzled by this subtle shift.
“Um. All those things I just asked you—if you could please forget them….”
“….”
“I would really appr—”
Mid-sentence, something warm drew near and wrapped around me.
Oh—
I blinked blankly for a moment.
The sudden heat startled me into looking down, and there it was: a large hand holding me, plain as day.
An ungainly hand bearing a familiar warmth.
“Carlo?”
The unexpected movement left an awkward tension hanging around us.
I shifted uneasily, my eyes darting back and forth.
‘During those experiments, we’ve interlaced our fingers so many times….’
Yet never had a single moment felt this ticklish, transmitted through the palm of his hand.
Without thinking, my lips went dry.
Below, our reflections appeared in the pond water.
The moonlight caught the surface, and our silhouettes were crystal-clear, neither of us able to tear our eyes away—yet I couldn’t make out what expression either of us wore.
I wondered what my own face looked like to him.
Whether you felt the same as I do right now.
In that quiet stillness, I swallowed hard, and only then did Carlo speak.
“…It’s not too late.”
“….”
“I’ve never thought it was too late. Not ever.”
He said I had come too early, if anything.
Earlier than planned—and there were days when I’d caught him off-guard, defied his expectations.
After his small, careful murmur, I tilted my head further and further.
This time, I truly couldn’t understand.
“…What are you saying?”
“I’m grateful to you too, Roze.”
Was this a mutual thanks exchange?
His eyes grew more earnest than ever, and Carlo wrapped my hand in warmth.
He drew near carefully, deeply, making sure not a single joint of my fingers remained cold, filling every gap with tenderness.
I wanted to ask him again what was late and what was early, but in the end, I couldn’t speak.
The night sky was studded with far too many brilliant stars.
A breeze neither too cold nor too warm drifted in, enveloping us.
As his dark hair stirred, each time that familiar scent reached the tip of my nose, my heart did something strange.
It was a sight entirely unfamiliar to me, and yet some corner of my heart ached.
‘Why is it like this….’
Acting as though I’d cry if you so much as brushed against me.
This was all Carlo’s doing.
If I let our lips meet like this, I know I’ll be swept away by you completely.

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