My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 62

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Chapter 62

A shiver nearly ran down my spine at the sight of such deep, stubborn affection that defied the passage of time—but I pushed the feeling aside and took hold of the ribbon on the box.
“I have to admit, I’m curious.”
With that, I carefully undid the wrapping and examined what lay inside.
The gift from the King was, of all things…
“A tiara?”
It was an heirloom of the Stein family—something I’d only ever read about in books as a child.
Shuella. A treasure of the founding household head.
Rare jewels, rumored to be impossible to acquire on the open market, were densely embedded within it, glittering brilliantly—a genuine relic of a bygone age.
I picked up the tiara with a stiffened face and let out a hollow laugh.
If this crown was indeed the Shuella I knew of, it should have been destroyed centuries ago and ceased to exist in this world.
Yet it had been stolen.
By none other than Delpinia herself.
“What in the―”
A soft whistle of sound.
As I lifted the tiara, a card that had fallen to the floor caught my eye.
Beneath the box lay a letter, written by someone’s hand.
[Having found the rightful owner, I return it to my dear Stein.
―Your Delpinia.]
“…!”
The moment I finished reading those words, the world tilted.
My heart plummeted, and I sank to the floor right where I stood.
“Ugh!”
As my vision blurred alongside a sharp headache, nausea surged up my throat at once.
I clamped my hand over my mouth frantically, but I felt something unmistakable happening.
“You are mine, Stein.”
“Even in death, and in the life you’re born into again.”
Something was changing in my body.
“…I’m sorry, Carlo.”
“I’ll wait for you. I promise.”
A ringing filled my ears.
My mind grew hazy in an instant, flooded with voices I couldn’t identify.
Without warning, hot tears spilled down my cheeks—tears I didn’t realize I was shedding.
“….”
Am I losing my mind?
Panicked, I set the box aside and pressed both hands firmly against my ears.
In that moment, I found myself desperate to see a particular person.
“…Carlo…”
He said he was coming. He said he’d come to me.
Those few murmured words spilled from my lips with a deep, cold bitterness that cut like winter frost.
A low, rushing sound.
“No―”
I was mortified.
That power I had scarcely ever properly wielded in my life was beginning to seep outward, slipping beyond my control.
“No, not like this―”
I’d thought that was the last time.
If this continued, my control would slip a second time, just as it had during my first Mana Manifestation.
Trembling, I staggered forward, searching desperately for anywhere to hide as the power continued to drain away.
‘I have to get back.’
If this goes on, everyone will find out.
But then my legs gave way, and as I crouched down with my body hunched tight, someone approached—
“…I apologize for my tardiness.”
A familiar scent surrounded me as a presence cupped my ears with gentle hands.
The moment his touch found me, the magical power that had been rising before my eyes subsided as if it had never been there at all.
It was a strange sight to behold.
“You mustn’t take it out.”
…What?
“It isn’t time yet.”
I turned to look at the man who had covered my ears just in time. I thought I knew who he was.
“Carlo—”
“Yes.”
“Carlo, I—”
“I wanted to see you too.”
He said this, then slowly covered my eyes with his hand.
Somehow, I found myself cradled in his embrace.
Each time I closed my eyes slowly and opened them again, the world darkened and returned in rhythm.
‘This is strange.’
I felt as though I were slipping into unconsciousness.
As tears began to spill through the tenderness of his touch, Carlo spoke matter-of-factly.
“The magic will make you dizzy for a while.”
“…”
“If it’s too much, you can sleep.”
You’ve endured enough. More than enough.
* * *
The recognition of each other’s singularity was an ancient thing.
The Primordial Mage had once been a human who made a pact with the god that ruled the Demon Realm in days long past.
Among the countless souls of the world, a select few chosen by the most noble of fates.
Through endless ages, they came to be called the Grand Mages.
“Hello.”
“…”
“What’s your name?”
A Grand Mage—one who had reached the heights of magical mastery.
Or perhaps a heir bearing the blood of a half-demon.
From some point onward, they had awakened to consciousness in this world, and they were naturally drawn to each other by their similar mana.
It was a day when the sun shone warm.
A woman came to find a man lying listlessly in a Meadow and asked him a question.
“Don’t you know what to do?”
“…Yes.”
“Then, what about becoming a Tower Master?”
The man had been wandering through a long and heavy stretch of time. That is why he had never ventured beyond the vast expanse of this land.
He didn’t know what to do.
He had never felt the slightest necessity, nor even the faintest glimmer of desire, in what it meant to live.
“…I don’t know.”
“It would be fun if you came with me.”
“…Together?”
“Yes. Come climb with me to somewhere higher than here.”
The woman smiled warmly and extended her hand to him tenderly.
The young-faced girl introduced herself as Stein.
The man turned that name over in his mouth again and again, whenever boredom struck. Stein, Stein, he would say.
Stein, who had freed me.
Stein, who took such interest in me.
And Stein, who knew me best.
As the young face of that man gradually matured with the passage of years, at some point he had grown far taller than her frame.
It was a day when warm winds were blowing.
“Stein. I’ve become a Tower Master now.”
So now, again, I don’t know what to do.
The man had become, as she had promised, the holder of the highest and greatest seat among the renowned mages of the continent.
And then he lost his purpose for living once more.
When the man, stripped of joy and overcome with listlessness, returned to the Meadow where he had once been, she extended her hand to him once more.
“Then watch over me now.”
“…What?”
“It would be even better if you loved me with all your might.”
Stein, who had sat beside him and chattered away, slowly leaned in and kissed him.
Hot breath and a soft touch he was experiencing for the first time. And then—thump, thump—the world of emptiness trembling and crumbling in an instant.
For the first time that day, the man felt as though his heart had stopped.
“Tell me you love me.”
“…I love you.”
“Now hold me tight. We’re making a promise that belongs only to us, forever.”
With trembling hands, he slowly drew her into his arms.
In that instant, the wind that had seemed frozen in time reversed direction, dust suspended in the air, and a tremendous force rippled outward.
The two of them, locked in each other’s embrace, were hurled backward across the Meadow and sent plummeting over the Cliff.
“Ahhh! What—haha!”
“Is this really all right?”
Hovering in midair through Magic, Rose laughed with crystalline brightness as he spoke to her in a wavering voice.
“Can someone like me… really love you?”
“Yes. I love you too.”
Rose wrapped both arms around his waist and smiled radiant and clear.
It was a smile luminous enough to fill the world.
“The truth is, I fell for you the moment I saw you. You’re my first love.”
“…Me too.”
So I’ll protect you forever.
He loved her with all his heart, and so he strove to keep her safe.
But when that happiness didn’t last—when it shattered without mercy—his world collapsed once more.

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