My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 73

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Chapter 73

Two days before the wedding, at Delpinia Palace.
Carlo’s decision to seek out Rose and inscribe magic onto the inside of her wrist had been somewhat impulsive.
“…At this hour, did Lucas say that? Lucas is at the Magic Tower right now.”
“What? The Tower? No, that’s not right. Just a moment ago, a maid said he’d come to visit and was waiting….”
“Did you confirm the face of the maid who brought the news of his visit?”
“Ah.”
Though she usually remained composed, Rose’s expression flickered for just a moment at his words—something strange crossing her face.
If she had actually encountered an impostor wearing Lucas’s guise—
As if merely imagining such a thing, her complexion drained to a sickly pallor, a chill visibly running through her.
Her jaw tightened, her eyelids lowered, and her eyes trembled faintly.
That was why Carlo had cast a temporary Defensive Magic upon Rose.
The Mana would hold for two days.
Until their marriage was complete, it would shield her from anything connected to the palace—at least for a time.
The noise that erupted from within those walls, and the mental or physical blows that came with it.
More than that, even magic of a certain caliber wielded directly to cause her harm.
‘Forgive me for binding you in chains.’
But it was to protect her. The palace harbored far too many dangers that posed a threat to Rose.
‘If only I had known this would come to pass.’
Carlo harbored regret in his heart. It would have been better if he had faced her honestly from the beginning.
If only he hadn’t concealed the identity of his opponent through such hollow deception….
‘Then I would never have had to summon you to this place.’
Rose and he were certainly not mere colleagues, yet neither had they confirmed each other’s feelings.
Office partners caught in awkward tension.
Simply an ambiguous boundary between two people.
Carlo, however, had to remain at Rose’s side—whatever excuses he had to make.
Moreover, he had sought out the one who continued to threaten her and delivered a sharp warning.
The unexpected variable that had emerged was none other than the master of this palace.
The King of Delpinia was overstepping his bounds with increasing frequency.
“You sent someone.”
“Yes. I did send them.”
“You didn’t send them—you came yourself.”
Carlo’s voice turned sharp.
“With that noble body of yours, you made the journey to the crumbling Abandoned Palace in person.”
That the King had assigned the temporary residence of the woman he was to marry to such a dilapidated ruin was clearly deliberate.
‘How well do you even know me? Have old grievances already passed down like inheritance?’
It was certainly exasperating, but Carlo had decided to overlook it a hundred times over—it was something he could let slide.
The royal elders, including the current King, had never held Carlo in high regard.
If anything, it was a tangled history that lingered like filth from ages past.
Carlo understood that part well enough; he had not set foot in the palace for several centuries.
Not until Lucas, the King’s one and only heir, came into this world.
“Think carefully. What truly is the path forward for Delpinia.”
Carlo spoke to him with an unwavering gaze.
Then his eyes fixed on the King’s back, visible from a distance as he stood listening in silence.
‘The habit persists, it seems.’
Every time Carlo came to the Main Palace, it was the same sight.
Whatever the matter, a dark veil always hung before the throne.
When the crown prince ascended and his magic awakened, the King had worn only a robe that covered his face entirely ever since that day.
And he had shown himself only before that veil in official settings.
Carlo had a vague sense of the reason.
By his knowledge, the current King of Delpinia was the first Low-Rank Mage in the dynasty’s history.
The only thing he seemed capable of was sneaking about in disguise under cover of darkness and engaging in petty schemes.
‘To deliberately seek out his strongest opponent at his most vulnerable hour.’
Was he fearless? Or did he hold his life cheap?
To Carlo, the King’s reckless behavior was nothing more than simple, petty mischief.
It was fortunate that the king in disguise as an attendant had nearly crossed paths with Rose, but the situation resolved itself by pure chance.
At that very moment, she had already leapt from the window into Carlo’s arms.
‘Troublesome, at least.’
There was nothing to address immediately.
He was merely an irritant, hardly a genuine threat—and above all, the king was nothing more than a Low-Rank Mage specializing in disguise.
Yet the royal arrogance and delusion that had festered in his heart for so long would inevitably become a serious problem one day.
Before Carlo left Rose’s side, his gaze lingered once more on the king’s wooden, motionless back.
“You still believe you are the reincarnation of the previous king?”
…
“He coveted what was forbidden to covet and destroyed himself long ago. Even if he were born again, he would be reborn as one of the most wretched things in this world, barely clinging to life.”
The current king was trapped in his own arrogance, locked within a delusion of his own making.
Having inherited the very appearance and temperament of the founding king, he harbored the presumption that he too would one day become a Grand Mage of legendary power.
And beyond that, the self-deception that his abilities could never truly end at the Low-Rank Mage level.
“I’m curious to see just how far your arrogance will reach toward the heavens.”
Yet from the figure before him—draped in a pitch-black Robe, face concealed behind that suffocating Veil—Carlo sensed only a long-entrenched, ancient helplessness.
The king offered no response.
“Do I need to say it again?”
…
“Rekio, you are not the reincarnation of Delpid.”
Carlo continued impassively, his back against the wall.
“Live according to the vessel you’ve been given. How do you expect to become a Grand Mage when you’ve never even reached the Realm of Magic—”
It was at that very moment.
Boom!
Crack!
The earth rumbled and the pillars shook violently.
As dust erupted in an instant and obscured his vision, Carlo narrowed his eyes and purified the surrounding air.
Then he let out a hollow laugh at the figure before him.
“What are you doing? With that meager amount of Mana, you’re provoking me?”
It was a brief tremor, but unmistakably a dangerous signal.
It was one of the methods of runaway—where one’s own Mana erupts and destroys itself from within.
Yet the king’s back, visible through the Veil, appeared tranquil as always.
If he had triggered a runaway, he should be on the verge of collapse by now, and yet he seemed to have plenty of strength remaining.
Carlo realized his mistake in that instant.
“You—”
It was already too late for a mere warning.
The king had already touched what should never have been touched.
“That’s right.”
The king spoke.
“I was fortunate enough to succeed in borrowing a very ancient magic.”
…
“With these own two hands—these pitiful, worthless hands. Entirely by my own power—”
Thud. Thud.
The ground beneath Carlo’s feet trembled once more.
It was Rekio’s Mana.

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