My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 59

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Chapter 59

Carlo’s attentiveness had begun abruptly the previous night.
The magic he’d cast upon me operated like a defensive barrier, blocking out external noise so I couldn’t hear it.
At the same time, it was a dual incantation protecting me from the recoil of that sound striking my body.
‘I’m not sure why I’m only reading this now, of all times.’
…This has to be Archmage-level work, doesn’t it?
As time passed, the magical equations inscribed within the pattern etched like a bracelet around my wrist came into focus, line by line.
Gradually, I began understanding the incantation, and once I grasped the situation, I hurried to get up.
“I should get moving.”
“Mm? Already?”
“Let’s get as far away from here as possible first, then take a stroll through the entire Royal Palace.”
“What? But that’s so far away!”
“Still, it’s far too quiet here.”
Rest was pleasant enough, but there was something I didn’t know—and that was unbearable.
I was curious what noise Carlo had been shielding me from within the palace.
“Ah. Before that, first….”
Crack!
The instant I rose, I shattered the Protective Magic wound around my wrist.
The fragmented mana crumbled to dust and scattered into the air in a breath.
“Gasp!”
At the same moment, a deafening roar erupted without warning, and the attendants around me covered their ears one by one.
Thud. Thud-thud. Thud-thud-thud.
I lifted my head and watched intently toward the source of the ringing in my ears.
Someone was wielding an enormous amount of mana, sending violent waves rippling in all directions.
“That’s….”
The Main Palace. Where His Majesty the King resided.
Before long, the noise ceased.
The attendants within the palace seemed to think it a brief, passing disturbance, and continued their cleaning without particular reaction.
The attendants from Stein, too, soon finished tidying the tea service and returned to the Crown Princess’s Palace.
“Please don’t wander too far. Promise me!”
“All right.”
Perhaps everyone was too busy with new arrangements.
Only I, doing nothing, had all my attention fixed on the Main Palace.
‘I wonder where that source of mana came from.’
The wave I’d just felt had been considerable in quantity, and to my senses it far exceeded Advanced Magic in level.
Who could it have been?
A mage with the tremendous skill to overwhelm a nation’s king.
‘As far as I know, all the current Archmages are away on expeditions.’
Fire, Wind, Earth—all the Archmages.
Decades before I was even born, they were already absent.
Like the Magic Tower Master, who disappeared suddenly amid all manner of strange rumors, they must have either vanished without a trace or, by decree of the former king in ages past, be engaged in pioneering a new continent.
As for the Earth Archmage, she announced her retirement at the start of this year under the banner of Generational Succession.
As those of the same ilk recognize one another, news came that a new successor to take her place would soon emerge.
“That position is already earmarked for Elline anyway, so never mind that.”
Then whose mana had that been?
The power just now was clearly Warning Magic—a distinct expression of hostility toward the other party.
‘It sounded like ringing in my ears because I was far away.’
Had I been any closer, I might have experienced something akin to a major earthquake.
In that sense, I wanted to head to the Main Palace at once and verify what had happened.
Because, after all, watching someone else’s house burn is the most entertaining thing there is.
More than that, I was genuinely curious about the identity of the person who could express such anger within the King’s own residence.
Their power bore a striking resemblance to the ‘other’ power I kept hidden.
But before I could even prepare to leave, a visitor arrived and ruined my plans.
“What are you doing here, new bride?”
“…Elline?”
“Hmm, what is it? That startled look? Don’t tell me you were thinking of me?”
“Something like that.”
“Really? You’re serious? That’s so touching!”
Elline’s sudden arrival at the Crown Princess’s Palace, unbidden, was purely coincidence.
“Our Rose, did you sleep well? You’ve been fine while I was away, haven’t you?”
“Well, I suppose so….”
“Hehe. Anyway, I love it here. Colorful roses, fragrant tea time, sunbathing with a dear friend—isn’t this the perfect afternoon?”
Elline chattered away in a higher voice than usual, appearing more cheerful than she had in recent memory.
Roses were her favorite flower, not mine.
A colorful flower garden tea time leaned more toward her taste than mine.
The only parts I could genuinely relate to were the “friend” and the “sunbathing.”
“So? Does it satisfy you?”
“Of course! It’s perfect.”
“Then that’s settled.”
I answered simply.
This place would become her space anyway.
I’d arranged the furniture we’d prepared and finished cleaning thoroughly—the space had become nothing short of Elline’s perfect utopia.
High status, elegant appearance, the beloved’s favor, and even special consideration for her tastes.
I remained rooted to the spot before the tea table I’d meant to leave, dutifully pouring fresh hot water into her cup.
“Thank you! This is my favorite tea!”
“I didn’t choose it—it was already prepared in the Tea Leaf Container.”
“…Is that so?”
Elline paused mid-sip.
She smiled awkwardly at me, but I merely shrugged indifferently at such a reaction.
This was something I’d already anticipated.
Who else could have chosen it? The answer was obvious.
Whether she sensed my intention through the atmosphere or not, Elline stammered as she opened her mouth.
“But you know what, Rose? Something feels strange.”
“What do you mean?”
Who could say.
The Crown Prince’s former lover and his current betrothed, both here together in the Crown Princess’s Palace like this?
Or perhaps everything in the current betrothed’s temporary quarters was fitted to the former lover’s preferences?
“No, that’s not what I mean—”
Elline proceeded to inform me carefully.
“Carlo submitted his resignation.”
“I knew that. From what I gathered, it seemed more like a department transfer.”
“Really? I heard it was somewhat different. Rose, how did you find out? Did Carlo tell you directly?”
“I ran into him by chance on the street yesterday.”
“Ha. Romantic for a coincidence. Usually, what seems like coincidence turns out to be fate.”
Elline played innocent, but her instincts were never ordinary.
A fated encounter masquerading as romantic chance.
“…Yes.”
I couldn’t possibly be unaware of that either.
I simply chose to believe in his awkward excuse from last night.
‘That blush was lovely.’
Seeing his shy expression—one he seemed never to show anyone—my heart settled considerably.
Carlo’s clumsy confession wasn’t so bad after all.
‘…I miss him.’
He said he’d visit early this morning, yet he was nowhere to be found—an absolute liar.
I smiled quietly following her lead and lifted my cup anew.
“How’s your condition?”
“Good.”
At my brief reply, Elline lowered her voice slightly.
“Good. Then… hear this without being surprised, alright?”
As if she were gauging my reaction.
At her clumsy posture and downcast gaze, my eyes narrowed slightly.
“You had a separate reason for coming to see me.”
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
I asked casually, crossing my arms, assuming it would be something simple enough.
Elline’s worries were always simple, never particularly heavy in nature.
Buried beneath the memories and experiences of all these years, I’d let my guard slip.
“Luka… no, I mean the Crown Prince came by last night and said something strange.”
“What did he say?”
“He asked me to marry him.”
I uncrossed my legs and arms simultaneously.
For a moment I could only blink blankly before snapping back to attention.
“…What?”

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