My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 58

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Episode 58

In the end, I gave in to impulse and pulled Carlo’s face toward me with both hands.
Only when his wide, flushed eyes came close to mine did our conversation finally dissolve into silence.
“The man I like.”
“….”
“Who do you think that is?”
I hadn’t planned to say this—least of all inside the Royal Palace where we’d be married in a day or two, and even less in front of the Crown Princess Palace.
Carlo’s eyes, fixed on me, gleamed faintly in the moonlight.
His gaze trembled like that of a startled person, the light wavering slowly as though tears might spill at any moment.
The sight was so endearing that I couldn’t help but laugh, even as I pressed my fingers against his cheeks.
“Do you understand what I’m saying, Carlo?”
“…You mean the real wedding will be with someone you love?”
“Yes.”
“And who is that?”
“Why? Will you change my fiancé if I tell you?”
“…If only I could….”
Don’t say nonsense like that.
Whenever he got that serious expression, he looked exactly like a male lead from a novel.
I smiled faintly and let out another sigh.
Then, staring at his face with his cheeks thoroughly pressed in, I wondered idly.
“Hmm….”
Should I kiss him like this?
I thought about tilting my lips forward, even briefly, while holding his face so close in both hands.
But unfortunately, I held back.
‘Is it too soon?’
We weren’t even dating yet—I couldn’t rush things.
Instead, focusing entirely on the shape of my lips so he could read them, I whispered slowly into his ear.
“Just… pray. For my sake, if nothing else.”
That tomorrow passes without incident.
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By the next day, once the staff had been deployed, the interior of the palace had become quite presentable.
The exterior cleaning had nearly erased the dust from the windowsills, and the newly renovated interior was charming throughout.
“Oh.”
I gazed at the transformed landscape and let out a small murmur of appreciation.
Every detail was composed with only one person in mind.
‘Elline would love this.’
Whether orders had come from the main palace or not, this place was filled entirely with her tastes.
It must have been the Crown Prince’s influence.
“And the dowry I chose played its part too….”
Fortunately, the Crown Princess Palace no longer looked like a haunted mansion as it had last night.
Now that a lived-in warmth had begun to settle over the space, the very atmosphere felt refreshing.
And so began this sweet, lazy afternoon.
“…Sigh.”
Rest is the best.
Today was a day off—a precious reprieve just a day before the wedding, filled with leisure and peace.
My department colleagues were probably staying up until dawn as usual, crying out with exhaustion until morning came.
In the normal course of things, I should have been there with them.
“Miss, don’t you perhaps miss the Magic Tower?”
“Not at all.”
Right now, I’m on strike under the guise of being the ‘Final Page’ of this world.
Strike or not, I’m sealed off from the outside, and after attending bride lessons since early morning, I’m utterly exhausted.
‘But so what.’
It felt vastly better than usual.
As I stifled a yawn behind my hand, the maidservant pouring tea beside me remarked softly.
“If I’m being honest, I would have been quite upset that the wedding is proceeding as an Unofficial Wedding.”
“Why?”
“Because this day and age, people still think of our young lady as some fragile, simple-minded girl who knows nothing of the world. And yet she’s grown so remarkably!”
Well, the world doesn’t know I’ve become a Mage.
Information may have leaked a little by now, but until recently, that was how they saw me.
In the Stein Count House, there had been only one person who lived as a Mage—the founder, and no one else after him.
Only after a great span of years did I become the sole heir to that tradition of magic.
But as for the family’s honor, their pride in me—I couldn’t care less about such things.
“What’s remarkable about it.”
I answered flatly.
Being a Mage was nothing but a profession to me, a means of earning money.
“Do you seriously think these dark shadows under my eyes look impressive?”
“Still, that’s the whole of it. The Crown Prince doesn’t show his face here at all, and you’re working so hard on Crown Princess lessons….”
Eventually the maidservant holding the fan wavered, pressing it against her own face as if to hide tears.
“May….”
I sighed. Don’t cry.
‘It’s already hot enough without you raising the temperature.’
Though autumn had arrived, the midday sun still burned fiercely.
Even with a tea service laid out in the middle of the Garden, the slanting rays were so intense that I could barely focus on the fragrance of the tea.
That’s why May had brought a fan and was gently waving it my way.
“Give me the fan. I’ll do it.”
“I couldn’t possibly! I won’t subject the Crown Princess-to-be to such indignity!”
“The indignity is what you’re putting me through right now.”
By then, beads of perspiration had already formed on my forehead, and I checked my temperature with the back of my hand.
“…The weather is quite humid.”
“My goodness. How much have you been sweating already?”
“I don’t know. It’s been like this since this morning for some reason.”
The weather wasn’t hot enough to account for it, yet somehow everything around me felt oppressively warm.
As the wind blew naturally past, I murmured quietly.
“It seems my body isn’t regulating temperature properly.”
“Excuse me? Since when?”
“Since last night.”
I swirled the cooling tea in my mouth without bothering to change it, thinking it over.
Someone’s Sleep Magic, Carlo’s Protection Magic, Body Control failure.
‘Did I get stressed?’
That’s simply what I thought.
Even in books, the Royal Palace was a place so full of schemes and intrigues that one grew quite exhausted simply by existing there.
After Carlo’s abrupt intervention, the shock had been greater than I realized, and my body may have suffered some strain.
Just looking at the Black Bracelet inscribed on the inner side of my wrist made me feel strange every time.
“…May. What do you think overprotection means?”
“Obsession, possessiveness—isn’t that what proves true love?”
“Stop reading those strange novels. You’ll lose your basic reasoning skills.”
“I was joking. I think it’s just that the capacity for care is different for each person.”
The capacity for care.
“Yes, normally….”
I nodded and continued.
“Setting the range of a Protection Magic you cast on someone to the scale of an entire palace district is unusual, wouldn’t you say?”
Like now, for instance—encompassing the entire Crown Princess Palace within the protection’s reach.
‘The constant fever was a side effect.’
My body was giving me hints, even if my mind didn’t understand.
I rotated my wrist—the one that felt somehow heavier now—and turned the thought over again.
‘It’s decidedly strange.’
That today, which I’d expected to be raucous, was somehow so quiet.
Unlike my first day entering the palace, when I was the subject of every spectator’s gossip, the Delpinia Royal Palace had become noticeably less loud.
Honestly, it was puzzling.
Even for an unofficial wedding, the people showed surprisingly little interest in the Crown Prince’s wedding ceremony.
It made sense that Lucas, who loves Elline, wouldn’t give me a second thought.
‘It’s not just quiet—it’s unnaturally, impossibly quiet.’
A wedding between two people notorious for their talkativeness, and yet society had fallen utterly silent about it.
Then I finally understood the reason.
“External noise is… being blocked by magic?”
The reason lay nowhere else but on the inside of my wrist.

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