My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 41

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Chapter 41

“…It was fine.”
“You might have wanted to return to your family, just like I did.”
“The Magic Tower is my home.”
“You’re joking, aren’t you?”
I asked, startled, but this time he tilted his head at me instead, as if confused.
It was clear he didn’t understand what was wrong with what he’d said.
Well, given how much of a workaholic he was and that he’d grown up alongside the Crown Prince, it made sense he practically lived at the Tower.
I let it pass with a light laugh and finished my farewell to Carlo.
“Then, I’ll see you next time at the Tower.”
“Yes. Take good rest before you return, Rose.”
When I came back and saw him again, things would be different from yesterday.
I felt genuinely sorry, but from now on, I’d decided to pretend I didn’t know his feelings.
‘In a week, the wedding will be just a week away.’
After that would come a storm.
‘As Elline and Lucas’s conflict deepens, their emotions will only intensify….’
And then, finally, he would realize it.
That he should confess his love for Elline—at our wedding ceremony. Such a wretched resolution.
As I received Carlo’s farewell, I smiled inwardly with bitterness.
For that very reason, what happened between us last night had to remain nothing but a dream on some summer day.
My dream wasn’t shameless, and it certainly wasn’t trash like Lucas.
‘Just an ordinary workshop owner.’
It took more than one might think—countless things achieved and paid for—to live an ordinary life.
For me, Carlo was like the opportunity cost of an ordinary existence.
So I decided to define it as sand I could never hold in my hands, a feeling that slipped through my fingers from the start.
“Safe travels.”
…So, farewell.
I murmured it slowly as I watched Carlo vanish before my eyes, swallowed up in a shimmer of light.
In that moment when the brilliant glow faded like dust as time passed.
‘…Ah.’
It seemed the time had come.
“Message Magic.”
Turning my back on the space where Carlo had disappeared, I immediately channeled magical power into my vision.
I was going to send an express letter.
“Send it to Lucas, the Crown Prince.”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure what to write, but what I had to say was only this.
‘Damn blind date revival.’
Or perhaps a sham request for a follow-up meeting.
If I was going to concentrate on the marriage approaching imminently, I needed to forget the one who irritated and preoccupied me.
Or rather, I couldn’t forget, so this seemed the best way to stop thinking about it for a while.
Until now, not even the first letter of Lucas’s name had crossed my mind, and I’d been doing fine….
“Tell him we should meet a second time.”
This is what I’d write in the letter.
I wanted to retrieve the personal belongings I’d left with him at the last blind date, so we should meet again.
“And… isn’t it only natural that we meet at least three more times before the wedding?”
Ugh. I really hated this.
Even as I reviewed the sentences refined and completed by magical power, I frowned.
[I would like to retrieve the accessory and outer garment that Your Highness kindly kept safe on the day we attended the theater.
I hope we can arrange our next meeting place.
P.S. And wouldn’t it be natural for us to meet at least three more times before the wedding?]
“…Ah, set the delivery time for one hour from now.”
The letter, its lines filled with magical power, fluttered its pages back and forth in response to my command.
Then, wrapped in the embrace of Message Magic, it grew dimmer and fainter before disappearing into the void.
I watched the sight unfold and simply let out a long breath.
“Sigh. This is trouble in its own right.”
The original plan had been simple: meet Lucas for the first time, hold the wedding ceremony, and that would be the end of it.
But through no intention of my own, I’d found myself continuing a series of blind dates with the male lead.
Well, what could I do about it.
‘I’ll just pretend to meet him, and use this as an excuse to draw a line with Carlo.’
My choice was the lesser evil, meant to avoid the worst outcome.
I swallowed my unease, convinced this was the right thing to do, and turned back toward the Manor’s entrance.
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An hour later, on the 99th Floor of Magic Tower.
Whoom—
In the midst of a conference hosted by the Special Administrative Division, Carlo’s magical power suddenly surged.
By fortunate timing, the magical letter arrived during the conference break.
Carlo stepped into the hallway with urgent steps and read through the letter with a slow but precise gaze.
“…Pfft.”
Then, covering his mouth, he began to laugh silently.
The mages passing by witnessed this rare spectacle for the first time, their eyes widening as they began to murmur among themselves.
“Why is he like that?”
“Must be research results.”
“No. That’s clearly madness. He’s been experimenting all day and finally lost it.”
Each of them speculated about the cause of Carlo’s brilliantly lit expression.
Someone murmured that his eyes seemed slightly different from madness, but only he could know the true reason.
Soon, Lucas approached silently and stood beside him, asking outright.
“Someone? You never had notifications turned on before.”
“….”
“Is it perhaps my fiancée, Stein?”
“…Stop meddling.”
Who’s your fiancée.
When Carlo answered irritably, Lucas complained as though hurt.
“Are you really going to be like this?”
“Like what, sir.”
“About the blind date. The fake blind date.”
Or rather, a blind date where the other party had been switched.
With Delpinia’s momentous National Marriage approaching, the two had agreed to carry out this scheme behind the parties’ backs.
Carlo.
For the first time in his life, he had made a direct request of Lucas.
“Do you think Stein suspected? That the Crown Prince she met wasn’t actually you?”
Lucas stretched languidly, clasping his hands behind his head.
His entire body ached from the grueling conference that had dragged on without pause for an hour.
In the midst of it all, teasing his long-time colleague Carlo was his only source of amusement.
“Honestly, it’s unexpected. A man who carried himself like a wooden post—what wind blew into him.”
That day, he pestered me again and again….
As Lucas continued with words hummed like a little tune, Carlo’s gaze had already turned cold.
“Hmm—”
“Tone it down. You brat.”
“Ah, wait. Now, ahem, hmm!”
This was the lobby in front of the conference room on the 99th Floor, where all manner of mages passed through.
At the suddenly emerged epithet, Lucas quickly lowered his voice and nervously glanced around.
It was the moment their tones had reversed.
“Forgive me, but save such clumsy nicknames for when we’re alone, won’t you?”
“Then make sure we’re alone.”
“Of course.”
Click.
Lucas snapped his fingers, and the space instantly transformed into darkness.
From the moment Carlo’s attitude had turned snippy, the crowded 99th Floor lobby was no longer suitable for them.
Brat, squirt, runt, brat.
Despite his position as Delpinia’s dignified Crown Prince, Lucas was often called by various names by Carlo.
But he’d never taken offense.
They were the sorts of terms an elder naturally used when addressing a young child affectionately.
Moreover, Carlo had been Lucas’s magic instructor since childhood, someone he’d kept close his entire life.
So it was only natural that a disciple who’d grown a bit tall would occasionally feel grating to him.
As though nothing had happened, Lucas switched to his formal tone and shrugged his shoulders.
“Ha, goodness. It seems my esteemed master still has much to learn about the art of conversation in human society?”
“Be quiet. You started this.”
“But surely that’s because Master was smiling far too brightly.”
To be honest, the Carlo he knew wore a smile that was far colder—twisted or frozen—than one blooming with unbridled joy.
He was the type to break flowers, not cultivate them.

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