My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 42

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Episode 42

Ugh. Just thinking about it made his spine crawl with goosebumps.
Lucas rubbed his trembling arms and said, “So why the disguise in the first place? What’ll you say when it comes out later?”
“…It didn’t come out. Neither did you.”
“That’s because my acting is particularly exceptional?”
The rumors drifting through the Magic Tower about Carlo’s true identity were wrong. He wasn’t the Crown Prince’s direct confidant, nor was he the Crown Prince’s oldest childhood friend.
Carlo wasn’t the same age as him.
‘And not my age either. His face has been unchanged for decades.’ Lucas thought to himself.
You couldn’t deny that Carlo was a mysterious figure, but Lucas knew him better than most others did.
For instance, who the real director of the Special Administration Department was, despite its being officially under his jurisdiction.
And who it was that had hidden inside the Magic Tower under an assumed name and age, without a soul knowing.
Moreover, the fact that he, the Crown Prince himself, was personally facilitating his convenience to ensure the secret never leaked.
‘All of this — done for one person.’
One day she’d have to catch on. Then things would get interesting.
In that sense, Lucas was counting down the days until the wedding.
A wandering Tower Master who’d vanished from sight for centuries, drifting aimlessly — finally settling down for one woman.
It was fascinating enough material to recompile Delpinia’s history books as a romance novel.
The only personal regret was that he couldn’t explain the cause of the Tower Master’s wandering.
‘According to rumor, something about the pain of lost love.’
Rumors that he’d begun his wandering after losing a long-time lover, that sort of thing.
But even Lucas, who was on relatively friendly terms with Carlo, didn’t know the truth.
The relationship was too formal to simply call themselves friends.
Lucas grinned flatly and flattered him. “You understand, right? For us to look like friends in Stein’s eyes, we can’t show a master-disciple relationship.”
“I know.”
“My childhood friend is called Castelo or something. I have no interest in that fellow.”
“Yes, yes. What I meant was we should be careful in public spaces. Stein asked me about our relationship, apparently.”
Now, back to informal speech again.
Snap.
Lucas snapped his fingers once more and shattered the Dark Space in one go.
Standing in the middle of the Conference Room lobby, he put an arm around Carlo’s shoulder in his usual friendly manner and asked, “So what are you going to write back?”
“…Never mind.”
Hm.
Lucas winked at Carlo, whose tone was still as awkward as ever.
“People need give and take, you know. I’d appreciate some manners, Carlo.”
“….”
“I even gave up receiving letters and handed over my authority personally. For me to understand the situation, you should at least tell me the contents, shouldn’t you?”
“…Yes.”
Carlo glared at his impertinent former student for a moment before bringing forth the reply letter he’d written earlier.
“…I said it was good.”
The contents were truly brief.
Just the sentence ‘Very well.’
But knowing how much emotion must be condensed into those few words, Lucas burst into laughter.
“Pfu. Seems you like her quite a bit?”
“That’s enough.”
“No, I’ve never seen Stein myself, so I wonder how stunning she could be―.”
“We’re starting the meeting.”
“Aw, already?”
The moment Carlo disappeared decisively into the conference room, Lucas scrambled after him.
The meeting went on until the middle of the night.
The next day, rumors spread through the Magic Tower that Lucas had apologized to him.
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A week off was never really that long, after all.
I’d need at least a month to live like a man of leisure—eating, sleeping, and playing in endless rotation.
‘Why do I have to go back to work tomorrow?’
That’s where my head was now.
After Carlo had stayed at the Stein Residence for two days and then left, and after Eline made her surprise visit, everything had been chaos.
For a week I’d eaten and played without restraint.
One day I read a new novel in my room; another I sipped tea at my usual café.
Eline’s leave was supposed to be two days, but it had felt like five days packed into two nights.
‘Because she came every single day.’
After her two-day vacation ended, she unfailingly arrived at the Stein Residence the moment she finished work, spending her evenings with me.
Those two days of lost contact after the accident must have weighed more heavily on her than I’d realized.
I still didn’t know how she’d dodged the overtime, or how she was able to use Teleportation so freely.
‘Is it another special permit from the Crown Prince?’
The abuse of power had its perks.
I found myself thinking that this was quite an extraordinary love.
By the end of the week, Eline would finish work with military precision and come straight back, keeping vigil at my side without fail.
“Sigh. What time is it, Rose?”
“Six in the evening.”
“Hmm. Still too early for dinner.”
“If you’re tired, sleep more. You’re not stubbornly cutting back on rest just to see me, are you, Eline Rose?”
“No, of course not!”
But even as she denied it, she was already stifling a yawn, unable to fight off her drowsiness.
As I closed my book and shot her a sideways glance, Eline immediately protested, sounding wronged.
“My work is progressing smoothly without any issues. I just… wanted to see how you were doing.”
“People don’t usually visit for a whole week straight just out of curiosity.”
Eline’s response came swiftly.
“But I miss you! I could spend all day with you and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
This novelist should have been the one writing those lines.
I couldn’t fathom how someone like her could spurn the male lead and cling to me like this.
I turned my eyes away from Eline and refocused on my book.
Her words lacked credibility.
If she’d really wanted to show me she’d let go of the male lead, she ought to at least hide the love letters that kept arriving every night, flickering in and out of view.
By now it had been a week.
Dozens upon dozens of love letters from Lucas, each brimming with confession, had piled up in the Stein Residence with her every visit.
“Another letter arrived last night.”
“Oh… really? I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t read it because I’m not curious. And I won’t read them going forward either.”
I meant every word.
If my marriage to him could only deepen the bond between the two of them, then I was in the position to be grateful.
I planned to be thoroughly rejected at the wedding anyway.
Whether Eline wept in secret each night reading his love letters was none of my concern.
‘Sorry, but that’s not my problem.’
Their emotional entanglement lay outside my domain.
If I’m being honest, I wasn’t watching the ending unfold with clean hands myself.
“Should we visit Serenenti Village again this evening? Once I’m reassigned, who knows when we’ll get another chance to look around.”
“No. I don’t think we need to.”
“Are you sure? There are still so many café desserts we haven’t tried….”
Eline smacked her lips regretfully, but I quietly turned my head away, avoiding her gaze.
What was this?
‘Why do I feel guilty?’
I couldn’t bring myself to admit the truth—that I’d sampled every variety from the first display case to the last, a week ago.

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