My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 69

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Chapter 69

The Delfinied Ducal Territory.
According to Carlo, the 101st floor of the Magic Tower was a secret space hidden even from maps.
I also learned that it had been managed as a single domain through Spatial Magic since ancient times.
“Among mages who know of this place’s existence, it is called ‘Delfinied.'”
“It’s similar in name to Delphinia, isn’t it?”
“The first householder had the same blood, however diluted—this was his domain. The formal title is ‘Duke of Delfinied.'”
Carlo said this.
The first householder, who carried half-tainted blood.
That meant he was the master of the Delfinied Ducal Territory and Carlo’s predecessor. Which made Carlo the current heir to the Delfinied Duke House.
“So then, I am…?”
“From this moment forward, the Duchess of Delfinied.”
I had wondered—but never imagined it was actually true that we descended from a cadet branch of the royal house.
In that instant, all my shallow doubts crystallized into certainty.
“So you shall become my lady, then.”
Good heavens.
Watching me reel in silent shock, he broke into a radiant smile.
His eyes crinkled with a clarity and openness as vast as the fields stretching behind that enormous manor.
The charm of it was so disarming that, paradoxically, he almost appeared wicked for a moment.
This can’t be real. You expect me to believe this?
Even as I crossed the threshold of a mansion larger than the royal palace itself, I couldn’t stop questioning what my eyes were showing me.
‘Is this really… the house where I’ve known Carlo to have been born and raised?’
Putting his words together, the reason he and I had gained access to the 101st floor wasn’t simply because the Magic Tower’s chief administrator had changed from the Crown Prince to Carlo.
The position of Deputy Tower Master had merely reverted to its original holder.
From Lucas, back to Carlo.
After all, Carlo.
His name was Carlo Delfinied.
Before entering the mansion, I’d realized it upon seeing the initials carved boldly into the gate.
[May the soul of the beloved rest in eternal peace.
—The First Householder, Carlo Delfinied]
The name was identical.
Of course, using the same name as one’s predecessor wasn’t inherently problematic.
It wasn’t uncommon for some families to name their heirs identically, hoping they would worthily continue their ancestor’s legacy.
What unsettled me was something simpler—Carlo’s house of origin.
‘I’d suspected he was high nobility to some extent.’
But a cadet branch of the royal house? That wasn’t enough?
And a ducal title on top of it?
‘This is absurd, even for a story.’
Critical information like this should’ve been included in the character introduction from the start.
If you omit it and reduce someone to an insignificant extra, how is that person supposed to adapt to this world?
My future, already murky, had turned pitch black.
In this society where status equated to rank, a ducal title was the highest position beneath the royal house itself.
And it wasn’t just high—
‘Rather, it’s a position that invites constant scrutiny from the throne, one where you can’t simply live carefree.’
I’d never coveted a rise in status for its own sake.
Being a mage of the Magic Tower—difficult as it was—combined with reaching advanced Mana capacity, I’d considered that the best social advancement possible.
The original story had ended. I’d been trying to live as ordinary as I could from here on, but now—Duchess of Delfinied?
‘Suddenly a husband, suddenly an explosive jump in status.’
…At this rate, wasn’t I the Cinderella, not Elline?
But to play a storybook heroine, I was far too exhausted—a worn, listless laborer with not a spark of vitality to show.
Though the newlywed home was absurdly grand in scale, I accepted it without question the moment Carlo vouched for it.
‘Well, it’s nice to be rich and live well, isn’t it?’
I’d live simply. After all, I was once the only daughter of the Stein Count House—a venerable family that had once produced a century’s greatest archmage hero.
Even if Carlo had been common-born, I wouldn’t have minded; with wealth, it was all the better.
‘I should ask him to invest later, when I open my own workshop.’
Several days of overtime had left my mind in shambles.
All I wanted now was sleep.
With a pitiful expression, I followed Carlo into the palatial mansion.
After a warm bath soothed my exhausted body, details I’d failed to notice before gradually came into focus.
“…It looks like magic runs constantly throughout the day.”
The Delfinied residence, sprawling as a royal palace, possessed a far more systematic magical infrastructure than I’d anticipated.
For an old estate, both exterior and interior were beyond reproach.
‘There’s barely any sign of aging at all, not a speck of dust anywhere, and the gardens are beautifully maintained.’
After drying my hair with prepared magic, I gazed out the window at the lovely landscape beyond.
Even without a gardener in residence, I could see Flower Shears hovering in midair, pruning branches through magical means.
I gave a small murmur of admiration from the vanity.
Even major families known for producing mages rarely invested magic in such trivial matters.
‘The consumption is too high, and hiring a mage would be prohibitively expensive—wasteful, really.’
So unless absolutely necessary, the kingdom’s people rarely sought magic at all.
For instance, one might need enchantments for family vault security, or most people kept a scroll artifact containing Teleportation Magic for convenience.
Even these applications were limited to the nobility with considerable wealth.
I was simply curious.
How vast must the magical reserves be here, for the entire estate to run on magic alone?
I’d grown accustomed to the residence quickly and was already nodding off at the vanity when it happened.
Tap.
“…Mm.”
I felt someone cradle my head with one hand while slowly lifting me by the waist.
We were alone on this hidden 101st floor, so I had no reason for caution—I settled naturally into his embrace.
As height increased and distance closed, I caught the scent of fresh flowers from Carlo, who held me.
“Did you wash up?”
“Yes.”
Right. We’d agreed to bathe in separate rooms and meet here afterward.
I blinked slowly, rubbing my eyes, and glanced around the bedroom we now shared.
A dust-free wooden vanity, a small metal nightstand, and plush carpet covering the entire floor.
And in the center, a bed of considerable size.
At least, it was the largest I’d ever seen in my entire life.
It looked far too wide for one person, so I asked him.
“Are we sleeping in separate rooms, or together?”
“…There’s no reason we’d use different rooms.”
Ah. The latter, then.
Skip the courtship, jump straight to marriage—he’s really moving fast from the start.
Perhaps embarrassed by what he’d said first, the tips of Carlo’s ears had flushed deep red.
Sleep began to slip away at the sight.
Only then did I truly grasp the situation I’d found myself in.
“Well… we’ve both washed and changed into nightwear.”
The silk pajamas Carlo wore matched the design of mine.
The thin fabric felt soft and pleasant, and movement was comfortable—it seemed it would aid sleep.
Quite a bit of… aid, perhaps.
Slowly, cautiously, I avoided his gaze as he set me down on the bed, fumbling instead for a pillow.
In the deep silence, drawing the blackout curtains and lying beside him under the covers took surprisingly little time.
Early morning, darkness arrived, sleeping beside a man I liked.
‘Stimulating keywords indeed.’
And somehow, I was the one experiencing them.
…What do I do now?
Though fatigue made my eyes want to close, my heart thundered wildly.
Hearing birds chirp beyond the window, sharing this bed with Carlo felt all the more surreal.
After a moment, Carlo reached out and quietly clasped the hand that lay near his.
The warmth of our interlocked palms was intense—as if it might burst any second.
His voice carried a note of restraint as he asked me.
“…May I kiss you?”
“We’ve been together since just the other day.”
“We’ve already kissed, so it’s allowed.”
Then why ask?
His lips came down immediately, hot and claiming my breath.

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