My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 75

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75

The truth was simple: my body began to change the day before the wedding, after I received a gift from His Majesty.
My heart would burn with pain at irregular intervals, and each time the agony faded, demon beasts appeared without fail.
It reached the point where they seemed to be waiting for me, finding me with uncanny precision.
As my heart seized and I clutched at my chest, the slightest loss of control over “that” power would unleash a torrent of concentrated mana.
Looking back, the demon beasts would breach the barrier between the Human World and Demon Realm with disturbing ease each time, as though they’d coordinated the moment perfectly.
It was as if a convenient passage had opened for them to slip across the boundary.
As the pattern repeated and intensified, I began to suspect the source lay within me.
And one prime suspect was this.
Shuella—a family heirloom of the Stein Countess Family that the King had suddenly given me as a wedding gift.
“Mother knows about this, doesn’t she?”
The moment I finished pressing business, I made my way to the Stein Residence that afternoon.
Since the wedding, demon incidents had piled up relentlessly, so I’d kept putting off visiting my parents. Now, at last, circumstance had forced my hand—a fated one I hadn’t anticipated at all.
A necessary catalyst, nothing more.
“…What is it you’ve brought with you?”
“Shuella, a family heirloom of our house. His Majesty held it for some time before presenting it to me as a wedding gift.”
I set down my teacup calmly as Mother asked.
An afternoon tea service, bathed in the bright sun.
Mother’s complexion drained of color the moment she saw what I’d brought.
“…That’s Shuella?”
“So I’ve been told.”
“That damned fool of a king said such nonsense to you…?”
Her voice—ordinarily so gentle and soft—shattered as if cut cleanly by scissors.
For a moment, pure shock flashed across her face, as though she’d witnessed something she shouldn’t have.
“No. That can’t be.”
Mother shook her head with visible revulsion.
“Can’t be what?”
“That isn’t Shuella.”
More precisely—
“It’s a forgery.”
Mother’s voice trembled faintly.
“The tiara—the one and only one—that my great-grandmother, the first Countess of the Stein line, had received from her betrothed long ago…”
“…”
“Delpheid destroyed it with his own hands when he came looking for it.”
Mother spoke of a grand delusion that the heirs of the Delpinia Royal Family had harbored for generations.
The royal house and the Stein Countess Family could never be joined from the start; their ancestors’ wills made unity impossible now.
The bloodline of the late King Delpheid—those arrogant ones—had without exception overstepped every boundary with Stein.
“Remember this, Rose. The royal house and we are bound by a curse that cannot be broken. Their ancestor desired only the ruin of our family, and the previous king already committed acts of dishonor against our founding Countess.”
Mother’s anger burned.
“The late king didn’t merely break the engagement of the founding Countess, a noble and formidable Great Archmage—he banished her eternally to the Demon Realm under the pretense of subduing demon beasts!”
The founding Countess, Stein, had possessed a beloved betrothed.
But the late king’s interference shattered their love’s token—Shuella—into pieces, and Stein yielded the family to her younger sister and vanished.
The founding Countess of the Stein line was indeed Stein, the ancient Great Archmage of Water Magic.
Soon after, as she departed for the Demon Realm, the second generation was carried forward by her sole younger sister, Regina Stein.
The subjugation of demon beasts was, in truth, a death sentence masquerading as royal command.
Everyone knew it, yet no one possessed the power to stop his tyranny.
The late King Delpheid himself was an ancient sorcerer of tremendous strength and a Great Archmage of Water Magic—one who commanded the wind attribute and bent it to his will.
More precisely, he could issue powerful commands that Stein could not disobey.
The magic Delpheid wielded freely was befitting a king—truly miraculous power.
“After our ancestor was banished to the Demon Realm, she simply vanished without trace. All spoke in unison: it was as good as a death sentence.”
With each word, Mother’s voice grew more hollow.
I felt a faint tingling in the palm that held Shuella.
I’d only ever thought of it as an ordinary crown—a plain ornament studded here and there with expensive jewels.
‘…It’s heavier than I thought.’
As the resentment hidden within it slowly surfaced, something within my hand began to sting and prickle.
No, it stung like a sharp, tingling sensation.
“The fiancé who was said to have broken the engagement because of the previous king’s interference—what became of them?”
“No one living in this world would know that now. So much time has passed, after all….”
After a long silence, Mother raised the teacup to her lips again, her expression composed once more.
“I wonder if they’re living well now?”
“….”
“From what I heard, they said she was a Great Archmage with the power to never die.”
The abilities of a Great Archmage who had been powerful in ancient times.
Stein, the greatest Archmage of that era, had apparently fallen victim to the previous king’s scheme.
That nameless Great Archmage from that age, the one who had loved her enough to promise marriage, somehow stirred a feeling of pity in me.
‘This seems sadder than I thought.’
I nodded quietly.
Setting aside the old tales, as I gazed down slowly at Shuella cradled in my hands, I finally understood.
Why I had kept feeling that sting.
“Mother.”
“Mm?”
“Hush.”
Crack.
I paused the flow for a moment, and in the frozen space where everything stood still, I lifted Shuella lightly above my head.
Then I flicked my finger against the tiara, shattering it into fragments.
As metal pieces scattered through the air in an instant, tumbling toward the floor, I placed my index finger to my lips again and spoke.
“All done now.”
Clang—!
“…! What did you just do?!”
Mother’s lips, frozen in place, twitched along with the metal fragments that fell to the floor.
She seemed quite startled that the scene before her eyes hadn’t connected smoothly, but this magic was designed purely for her sake.
“A counterfeit, broken to pieces like that in an instant. Well, it wasn’t worth keeping in the first place anyway….”
“No, it’s a good thing we didn’t keep it any longer. It could have caused real trouble.”
“Real trouble? What kind of trouble are you talking about?”
“Just… that.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
Before my eyes, a strange sorcery—manifested through techniques so advanced that even mages would struggle to find them—was gradually losing form and crumbling away.
Fsshhh—.
Only after channeling a small amount of power I’d hidden in one eye to observe it did I become certain.
‘A Mana Amplification Spell was placed on it.’
There was no doubt.
Part of Delpheid’s mysterious ability that Mother had spoken of was hidden inside Shuella.
And it was troubling me specifically.
‘No wonder it was such an irritating sting.’
I let out a heavy sigh.
A tingling, uncomfortable sensation as if my body were going numb.
“I almost fell for it.”
It was definitely an Attunement spell.

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