My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 71

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71

It was the kind of speculation that made your spine crawl just hearing it.
“No.”
I shook my head immediately.
“So what you’re saying is—some lunatic actually controlled the Demon Realm?”
“It’s possible. If someone of Grand Mage caliber were involved, why not?”
Elline posed it as a simple question, but I genuinely thought it was nonsense.
‘Which mage would possibly do that?’
A Grand Mage would have to be utterly insane.
Would someone who’d lived over a century punch holes between the human world and the Demon Realm without losing their mind? Without a single breach, but twelve?
And not just in one or two places.
‘Enough damage across twelve locations.’
If Elline’s conjecture held even a grain of truth, it would be a catastrophe in its own right.
Because that would mean mutual annihilation—suicide pact for us all.
“It’s practically a declaration of war.”
No sane person would squander a magical career built over centuries, not when they could be spending their remaining time penning an autobiography befitting the encyclopedias. Not unless they wanted to throw everything into oblivion.
This couldn’t be something happening in reality.
“Elline, that’s premature speculation. How many Grand Mages do we even have in our kingdom?”
At most, four.
For each magical attribute, only one mage had reached the Grand Mage tier—a principle that had held like law.
“The Grand Mages of Water, Fire, Wind, and Earth have all been in seclusion for centuries anyway. Only they know where they are or what they’re doing.”
She had a point.
“I suppose.”
I shook my head without thinking.
‘Though who knows.’
Perhaps they were quietly healing somewhere sunny and breezy, unknown to anyone.
Grand Mages.
Their time had long since frozen within the pages of ancient history books.
Some had officially left this world, while others disappeared without trace the moment they inherited their predecessor’s mantle.
The only Grand Mages whose existence was currently known were the Tower Master, said to be a wandering hermit, and the First King of Delpinia who founded the realm.
The talent of a Grand Mage didn’t seem to be hereditary.
Since the First King, not a single royal mage had ever reached that pinnacle.
‘Even Lucas, the current crown prince, is barely High-ranking Mage caliber.’
There was even speculation that the reason Delpinia’s king rarely appeared in public was his inferiority complex about his own Mana—having never achieved that peak.
In the end, the vacant Grand Mage positions belonged to Water, Wind, and Earth attributes.
Three in total.
“The Tower Master has always been rumored to have an extreme aversion to the Demon Realm, so maybe that’s why this incident doesn’t feel like his doing.”
“What, did sentiment make you say that?”
As I was half-agreeing with her, I instinctively frowned.
Just moments ago, she’d wanted to round up all the Grand Mages as suspects.
Now she was dismissing one based on old rumors, and it sounded like unfounded speculation.
“Anyway, Rose—I think—”
Elline went on to lay out all manner of conjecture, spinning interesting hypotheses and plans for exploring the Demon Realm.
But I barely listened.
Speculation fueled by runaway imagination quickly becomes nonsense, which in turn breeds reckless schemes.
I was hoping she wouldn’t send an anonymous report to the royal court again like last time.
“Move carefully, as carefully as possible, Elline. Don’t turn your attention in strange directions toward Grand Mages we haven’t even seen.”
“Of course I will. I’ve got this!”
That wasn’t quite encouragement in the sense I’d intended…
Somehow the conversation had taken a positive turn, and I found myself pressing my forehead in my palm.
I was tempted—just barely tempted—to tell her something about the future I knew.
“As for your report, you might want to draft it systematically. How about taking a year to plan things out?”
“Hmm, why? A whole year?”
Well, because your awakening as a Grand Mage is scheduled to happen sometime in the next six months to a year.
I couldn’t give her the exact date. This was only a fragment of what would unfold in the epilogue—a development so far off that even I didn’t know the full details.
Anyway, why keep dragging things forward when a little patience would settle everything?
I could stake my life on it—within exactly one year.
Within that year, the Elline I know would become a pioneer of something incredible: severing the very link between the Demon Realm and the human world.
“Or you could just become a Grand Mage instead.”
“What? Ha ha. What are you saying, Rose? Even if I devoted my entire life to research, I’d fall short. When do you think I’ll become a Grand Mage?”
You will. You’ll become one soon.
‘I can’t explain everything, so this is awkward.’
But there was no reason for me to fidget and fret over something that would resolve itself as naturally as the laws of nature.
Now that the wedding was done, my time for directly intervening in the heroine’s story arc had ended anyway.
I was already grateful enough that House Stein hadn’t been wiped out after the ceremony.
The only regret was that I’d become nothing more than a person who donated an enormous sum to the Jo Brothers’ workshop without any chance of recovering my investment.
The Jo Brothers had recently opened a second location for their magical workshop using the investment funds.
I swallowed tears silently in my heart. That director’s seat was supposed to be mine.
Returning to the main point, I was simply frustrated in my role as a bystander.
‘Let’s just live quietly, my heroine.’
Noble as their passion for world peace was, the Magic Tower was overflowing—no, absolutely crawling—with mages consumed by madness like Elline.
I was tired of it all.
‘This den of overworked research fanatics. I need to escape from here as soon as possible.’
Unable to deliver a prophecy-like declaration, I forced a smile and spoke to her.
“Actually, I’m interested in the research topic you mentioned too.”
“Really?”
“…Yeah. So let’s talk about it properly next time.”
“Great! Definitely!”
Though I’d thrown out those insincere words as a way to change the subject, her reaction was more intense than expected.
Elline bounced excitedly as we strolled through the garden.
With both my hands held captive, my body swayed along behind her in that bouncing motion.
Ah. My free time. My precious energy.
“Stop bouncing. It hurts my heart when you shake me like this.”
“Huh? Should I cast Recovery Magic on you?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll do it myself….”
At the dizziness and pounding heartbeat I felt, I cast a simple spell on myself.
Then, in an instant, I recalled the chest pain I’d experienced at the wedding ceremony and turned it over in my mind.
‘But what was that, anyway.’
The person in the dark robe whose eyes had met mine from a distance.
Behind the pain, though their silhouette was blurred, I couldn’t tell if their gender was male or female—but one thing was certain.
‘They had platinum-colored hair.’
Long strands of hair hadn’t fit entirely within the pitch-black robe and had spilled out.
Long hair, a mage’s robe of the kind seen at the Magic Tower, and that uncommon platinum hair color.
Brief as it was, I’d made a ridiculous guess.
Could it be that the Tower Master, who is also a Grand Mage, had actually attended my wedding?
‘No way.’
I shook my head once more.
Even though the Tower Master aside, three hundred Grand Mages currently existed in vacant positions.
With just one gesture of his hand, my heart had felt excruciating pain, and simultaneously, Magical Beasts appeared across twelve territories.
Honestly, I thought it was something that made no sense.
‘…For now, anyway.’
It had to be that way.
Unless he knew the true nature of the power I’d hidden.

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