My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 65

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Episode 65

Part 2
My Husband Is Not the Tower Master
To sum up the situation: pure shock.
In its wake came a void of profound despair and silent anguish.
“What…?”
I clutched the bouquet tightly, my hands trembling beyond my control.
I tried to steady myself, but dizziness crept in anyway, stealing the ground from beneath me.
On this momentous wedding day, of all people, the groom standing before me was not the one I’d been promised.
How was this even possible?
‘Carlo…!’
And the man before me was Carlo.
No matter what anyone said, the man who had appeared before me was unmistakably the Carlo I knew.
In the spot where Lucas—today’s star, the Crown Prince—should have stood, the man I loved had walked out instead.
I was utterly trapped.
‘This can’t be happening…’
He wasn’t some throwaway extra like me, dust in the cosmos of this story.
He was the well-developed childhood friend of the male lead in The Magician’s Romance!
As I stood gaping, unable to devise any response, Carlo’s lips trembled as though wrestling with his own anxiety.
“I’m sorry for deceiving you all this time.”
He was apologizing to me.
“The truth is, at every matching meeting… it wasn’t Lucas who attended. It was me every single time.”
“…What?”
“Because I liked you, Rose. I’ve had an unrequited love for you since long ago.”
“…Ah.”
My hand flew to the back of my head.
Would it be so terrible if I just collapsed right now?
On top of a sorrowful confession of years-long unrequited love, every single suitor I’d met had been him all along.
It was utterly unforeseen.
‘You deceived me?’
I couldn’t easily believe what Carlo was saying.
From what I knew, our connection had begun at the Magic Tower.
As shock piled upon shock, my mind didn’t just halt—it seemed to seize up entirely.
While I stood motionless, drawing deep breaths, Carlo’s hand moved with sudden urgency.
Toward a small box in his breast pocket.
“Rose―”
“…?”
Wait. What’s that in his hand?
My eyes widened. What are you doing?
“Just a moment, please―!”
Why are you taking out a wedding ring now?
As I stumbled backward, Carlo stepped closer and continued.
“I don’t want to stop. Not like this.”
“…What do you mean, not like this?”
The flower-shaped diamond ring I’d so carefully selected for Elline was being placed into my hands instead.
So it really did end up on me.
My supporting hand trembled violently. My legs felt ready to give way entirely.
I spoke in a wavering voice, unable to meet Carlo’s eyes properly.
“…You do realize this is clearly a fraudulent marriage, don’t you?”
You deceived me!
As I pressed this point in panic, I glanced around the chapel.
Shocked as I was, I hadn’t noticed how the atmosphere had shifted.
But it seemed arrangements must have already been concluded beforehand.
“…A magician couple, they’re saying…”
“…The Royal Palace specially prepared this venue…”
Contrary to what I’d expected—that everyone around me would be as flustered as I was—the nobles touring the venue looked remarkably serene and peaceful.
Even my parents, sitting in the family section directly ahead of us, seemed to share that same composure.
“Wait, Mom and Dad—”
“They’ve known about this for some time.”
“What do you mean?”
Just then, my parents waved cheerfully in our direction.
As if they’d been waiting for this moment, they cupped their hands to their mouths and grinned, silently conveying their apologies for the deception.
‘They knew all along?’
With a sinking feeling, I turned my gaze toward the guest section where Elline was seated.
“I can explain everything, Elline—”
“What is this, exactly—!”
But she seemed just as bewildered as I was, currently embroiled in a spirited exchange with Lucas, who had approached her.
Within moments, she received a formal marriage proposal from him.
A different Wedding Ring was being slipped onto Elline’s ring finger in real time.
It was a Diamond Ring with a completely different design from the one Carlo had given me.
“Then—”
I muttered in a daze.
…This ring is mine?
“This is terrible. How could he do this without a word? What am I supposed to do?”
I’d prepared for this wedding in order to call it off.
Yet the groom who’d stepped into the role today stood before me in perfect readiness.
Carlo, dressed impeccably in formal wedding attire and standing in front of me, cut a decidedly striking figure.
His long, soft bangs and those frustratingly dorky horn-rimmed glasses—where had they all gone?
‘Why does he have to look so good at a time like this?’
My pupils trembled as I looked up at him.
Carlo responded to my flustered reaction by slowly lifting the corners of his mouth.
Like someone deliberately set on turning my world upside down.
“Lucas has promised to marry Elline, just as you wished, Miss Rose.”
“But how did you—”
“Now, it’s your turn.”
Carlo asked once more.
Then, as if to silence my wavering hesitation, he lifted me into his arms.
“What are you—”
“Rose Stein.”
“…”
Will you have me?
* * *
As the confusion stretched on, time seemed to settle the turmoil in my mind.
When my scattered thoughts finally cleared, I found myself lifted high in Carlo’s arms, having just received his proposal.
“Ah…”
I needed to think clearly.
So—had the original ending been achieved after all?
As I pondered this, the wedding proceedings, which had taken on a rather dramatic turn, drew thunderous applause from the guests.
It seemed Carlo had interpreted his embrace as a ceremonial moment of sorts.
Just as he’d said, the romance between Lucas and Elline had come to fruition without incident.
‘The problem is…’
How to handle this marriage when the groom had changed overnight.
I’d planned for this to be a one-time affair, so canceling it seemed like the right choice.
‘Honestly… I have no idea.’
I thought it through once more, carefully this time.
While the situation had certainly become awkward, my original plan had been to confess to Carlo after the Annulment anyway.
To ask him to date me.
‘When I think about it…’
Wasn’t asking him out and proposing marriage not that different in the end?
After all, hadn’t I heard people say that marrying first and falling in love later was quite acceptable?
‘Or maybe I just watched too many dramas in my past life.’
Honestly, because I liked Carlo’s confession so much, I found myself wavering beyond mere hesitation.
As I delayed my answer, swept up in a wave of temptation, Carlo simply held me quietly and smiled with a faint, knowing warmth.
“I can wait as long as needed.”
“…Aren’t you tired? This can’t be comfortable if you have to keep holding me like this.”
“You’re light as air. The bride is simply too beautiful.”
“I appreciate the sentiment, but that’s a bold thing to say from someone who stole the groom’s place. Isn’t this something that deserves more than a hundred apologies?”
No matter how fond of each other we were, being blindsided like this wasn’t exactly a pleasant affair from her perspective.
My own wedding, and I knew nothing about it.
A surprise is one thing, but this crossed well into rudeness.
As I muttered my complaint, Carlo’s face drained of color at once.
“…I’m sorry for deceiving you. Truly.”
Watching him stumble over his words in response to my joke, I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself.
What on earth was he doing?
And yet there I was, my arms wrapped around his neck, leaning on him as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

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