My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 68

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Chapter 68

The Magic Tower issued an Alert Level 2.
Even when demons had erupted during my first blind date with Carlo at a theater, the situation had been grave enough to warrant an Alert Level 1.
‘But Alert Level 2?’
The balance between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm had never been thrown so badly out of alignment before.
Even as I rushed home to change and made my way back to the Magic Tower, I found the whole thing unbelievable.
It was an unprecedented crisis of massive scale in recorded history.
Across the outer edges of twelve territories total, enormous ruptures had torn open the Boundary Lines connecting to the Demon Realm, and demons had poured through all at once, as if orchestrated.
Protecting the border regions from the Demon Realm and designing the Defensive Barriers fell exclusively to the Security Department.
As a result, the 88th Floor’s Security Team of the Magic Tower was now operating under the highest state of emergency of the current century.
“My resignation… wasn’t accepted?”
And my own life plan had come to a screeching halt.
A Mage from the Special Management Division came to tell me that it was by the Crown Prince’s privilege—he oversaw the entire Magic Tower.
He had personally rejected my resignation.
‘This damned male lead.’
He was utterly useless when it came to helping anyone actually live their life.
“Marriage mind games weren’t enough—now you’re blocking my resignation?”
He was rolling me around like some condemned spirit trapped in this tower forever.
Carlo had given me a sincere apology on the wedding day itself, but I still hadn’t received a proper one from Lucas.
The situation was critical, so I’d returned to the Magic Tower to handle the immediate crisis first—but that didn’t mean I’d forgiven him.
‘The next time our paths cross,’
I’d grab him by the collar without hesitation.
Even if the first resignation request was rejected, I could always file a second one.
Once this night shift ended, I’d really have to resign.
“Just a little longer. Hold on…”
With that grim determination, I channeled Security Design Magic diligently from my familiar research table.
The magic responsible for maintaining the Defensive Barriers across all regions was the only water-attribute spell available.
Because of this, even as countless others moved in and out of the research lab, only my magical power never ceased, and my magical calculations remained identical the entire time.
One hour passed, then two, and through dawn breaking, through a new day beginning, until night fell again.
There was no way I could seal all the ruptures that had suddenly torn open in the Boundary Lines in a single night.
As the trial-and-error stretched on for nearly two days, Carlo—who had been supporting my magical power—was somehow now always at my side.
He’d also submitted his resignation two days ago due to a department transfer, but like me, he’d been rejected by the Crown Prince.
So now both a resignation hopeful and a transfer candidate were stuck working overtime in the same department.
And this was supposed to be my honeymoon.
‘Spending our first night as newlyweds at the office.’
The novel I knew was supposed to have ended.
Why did reality feel more like a novel than fiction itself?
Another half-day passed, and finally I could see the end of the critical work in sight.
“Ah… I can’t go on anymore.”
With my grip on rationality completely severed, I withdrew my magical power and collapsed forward onto my chair.
This was a good fight. If I pushed my body any harder, I’d collapse from exhaustion.
At least Carlo had looked after me throughout, so I’d managed to grab quick meals and receive Cleansing Magic and Recovery Magic—for which I was grateful.
Work-life balance and all that seemed like a distant dream now.
I stared at the sticky Energy Drinks stacked like a tower beside my table, then quietly shook my head.
If this were my past life, my health would’ve already boarded the train to hell.
“…Do you think you can walk?”
“No. I’m too tired. I just want to collapse.”
It was just then, as I barely sat in the chair and struggled to gather my muddled mind.
Noticing my ashen complexion, Carlo spoke up without hesitation.
“Then let me carry you.”
“What?”
“Or I’ll hold you and take you there.”
Wait, at least give me a chance to refuse—
“Just a moment, Carl—ack.”
Before I could finish, he’d apparently made his decision, and swiftly gathered me into his arms.
There weren’t even just the two of us in the lab, yet in an instant I found myself swept out of the research room, cradled in his arms, in what could only be described as an embarrassing procession.
Anyone watching would have thought I was walking down the aisle again.
I’d made a mistake. I shouldn’t have mentioned being tired. I begged him politely to let me down.
“Please, put me down….”
I buried my face in my hands and pleaded in a small, wheedling voice, but it was no use.
“If I set you down now, you’ll only collapse again.”
“I won’t collapse. I was just saying it!”
“If you get down now, it’ll only get more embarrassing.”
Carlo murmured this in a perfectly composed voice. He seemed to know full well I couldn’t manage it myself.
It was infuriating. Why did he always grow calmer in situations like this?
Soon I felt the attention of the mages passing through the corridor suddenly converge on us.
“Hm?”
“What?”
“Ohhh!”
They began with confused exclamations before breaking into cheers and excited chatter.
The Magic Tower was the sort of place where news traveled slowly at the best of times.
Everyone was too busy with their own work, more interested in their studies than in worldly gossip.
Those who had worked late into the early morning or were about to begin their day’s tasks all gawked and started talking at once.
When did it happen, they asked—what was this about getting married yesterday?
So the two of them were like that, were they? Though that’s strange—wasn’t one of them a slave?
‘I can hear all of it.’
The walk to the teleportation circle installed at the innermost section felt longer and more arduous than ever before.
Among all the murmuring voices, I found myself fixated on one particular word—”slave”—and it stirred something melancholy in me.
Because at first, I’d thought the same thing.
From my very first day of work, he’d alternated between carrots and whips with me, and honestly, I’d been quite misled.
I thought he was a workaholic who’d genuinely rejoiced at acquiring a slave whose temperament matched his own.
‘But that feeling… it was love all along.’
It was something that made me want to live the world over again.
Because now Carlo wasn’t escorting me to my quarters—he was taking me with him to our Newlywed Residence.
Only once we’d fully arrived at the teleportation circle at the edge of the corridor did Carlo slowly set me down on the ground.
Then he immediately input the destination into the Teleportation Magic spell.
“101st Floor.”
“…?”
The 101st Floor? What did he mean?
I had no chance to protest.
With a click like an elevator door, the teleportation circle closed and transported us in mere seconds to the entrance of the 101st Floor.
Ding.
The doors opened and the magic dissipated, and I found the landscape before me almost impossible to believe.
“W-where is this?”
The Magic Tower only went up to the 100th Floor.
“I was expecting we’d go to the Stein Residence first, or perhaps a palace prepared by the royal family….”
Officially, Carlo and I had no separate Newlywed Residence prepared.
Since the wedding had taken place under Lucas’s direction with a substituted groom, the question of where we’d both live in the future was something to be decided later.
But it seemed Carlo had other ideas.
Unlike the 100th Floor, which Lucas used as a study, the 101st Floor was enveloped in Spatial Magic.
Before a vast open plain stood a well-maintained garden and a grand manor house that rose majestically into the air.
‘What a remarkable place.’
With its distinctive staff emblem adorning the mansion and the sprawling grandeur of the auxiliary buildings beyond, this was nothing less than a domain unto itself.
A noble estate with a deeper history, far more refined than the Stein Territory.
Could it possibly be…?
Seized by a dizzying feeling, I turned to him urgently.
“Wasn’t the tower designed as a building with only 100 floors?”
“…The Magic Tower has hidden floors. Only the tower’s supreme administrator may use them.”
“Does that mean the Crown Prince transferred his authority over the hidden floors to you?”
“It wasn’t a transfer. Simply, the Magic Tower’s supreme administrator has changed.”
I would have preferred it if he’d said the Crown Prince transferred his authority over the 101st Floor instead.
At this shocking revelation, I could only blink, rendered speechless.
The supreme administrator… has changed?
“W-when did that happen?”
“From midnight today.”
Contrary to my alarmed expression, Carlo smiled with satisfaction and answered.
“The current deputy director of the Magic Tower, that is.”

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