My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

My cover was blown anyway, so the moment I stepped into the laboratory, I tore out the tattered barriers and rebuilt them from scratch.
‘Since I’m exposed, I might as well create some new security magic.’
I hadn’t wanted to say something like that.
But as I channeled vast amounts of Water Mana into my eyes without hiding anymore, I felt certain of it all.
Ever since I started working here, I’d suspected it — the Tower’s barriers had been poorly designed from the middle levels up.
“Rose…”
“You should rest. You look exhausted.”
“Yeah. But you don’t look tired at all.”
Where had she even been until now?
Perhaps the failed experiments that had dragged on since midday had worn me down.
My colleagues from other departments, who’d been lying on the floor like zombies, began to smile knowingly as they caught sight of my Mana.
“So our one and only Water-Attribute mage finally awakened…”
“Should’ve shown it sooner. Ugh. What deception.”
“Congratulations. Can I go to sleep now?”
I hadn’t expected them to be shocked, and they took it remarkably calmly.
Some of them even started clapping, apparently pleased that there was less work to do.
From what they murmured among themselves, the atmosphere had been tense ever since Carlo deliberately transferred his division here.
Before I’d grown close to them, I’d found that detail quite puzzling myself.
“After all, he married Rose. He came here early on to recognize talent and claim it. What a terrible man…”
“I suppose so.”
My husband’s schemes are frightening.
I nodded quietly in genuine sympathy with their assessment.
If Carlo had been present at this very moment, I would have openly frowned.
Fortunately, that formidable man had just stepped outside to repair the damaged exterior walls of the building.
I completed the barrier restoration quickly as I finished the spell in my mind, then dusted off my hands.
The Monster incursions that had occurred throughout the kingdom had already been neatly dealt with by the dispatch division.
The Demon Realm Portal that had opened in the sky above Delphinid had also closed without incident.
“This should be quitting time.”
Before that, there was one thing I wanted to figure out to feel settled.
I knelt down and gently pressed one hand against the ground.
Then, with my eyes closed, I spoke the name of the presence that had been bothering me since earlier.
It felt as though a great gust of wind had blown somewhere.
“Rose, what are you doing?”
“Something like Air Purification.”
While the mages lying on the ground tilted their heads in confusion, I pinpointed the location of the Mana flow.
“…The Elevator?”
It was descending in real time.
To this place, the 88th Floor.
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“Did you just say what I think you said?”
I asked the man before me with the clearest eyes I’d ever managed.
I’d thought it was just imagination, but it was actually happening.
‘The male lead is a Grand Mage?’
The female lead is confirmed as a Grand Mage too, so this is incredible.
“A Grand Mage couple!”
I was genuinely moved.
I felt like I could clap my hands together right then and there like a seal.
I’d found it — the hidden key to the happy ending.
“Um, I think the Crown Prince’s condition might improve starting today.”
Until just a few hours ago, I’d been suffering from an annoying headache due to the Dark Magic-addicted king’s villainous antics, but it suddenly cleared up.
“…What?”
“What? Have you hated me all this time?”
“No way — you should be happy because I’m happy, Rose!”
The Elevator door was just opening on the 88th Floor.
The four figures facing each other head-on wore different expressions, each a distinct shade of emotion.
‘This is absolutely incredible.’
One of them was so thrilled that excitement had tipped into breathlessness, verging on panic.
The others stood speechless for a moment, eyes darting back and forth between one another.
It was Carlo who broke the silence, his fingers finding my wrist with deliberate gentleness.
“We need to talk about this.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You.”
Though his hand held my wrist, his gaze fixed on Lucas’s face.
“You’ve deceived me for nearly a decade.”
“I… I apologize?”
“That’s not it. You didn’t even know what your father Rekio is doing right now―.”
“…Why would His Majesty speak of this?”
Lucas’s expression hardened in an instant, his face going rigid with tension. Carlo simply exhaled deeply, regarding him in silence.
Lucas truly knew nothing, it seemed.
‘He really has no idea at all.’
He’d never cared for power or worldly affairs in the first place—the news of Lucas’s Mana Awakening had been poison to him, not salvation.
I, on the other hand, was delighted to have found a solution that would let me prevent the world’s end and continue my marriage both.
Carlo would feel no such joy.
I decided it was time to make a graceful exit.
“Why don’t we step aside for a moment, Elline? Let them talk.”
“Oh? Um…”
Elline’s smile faded as she watched Lucas’s darkening expression, then reluctantly took the hand I offered.
Her own complexion had turned oddly grave—as shadowed as Lucas’s own.
They say lovers grow to resemble each other.
‘She’s worried.’
I was worried too, in my own way.
If the King appeared before me again wearing Elline’s face, what then—and what would that mean?
We descended in silence to the Garden below, and once we arrived, I posed my question.
“But you are Elline, right?”
“Hmm?”
“The one who gave me the Mana Stabilization Potion. You were disguised in your own form here.”
“…I… I did that?”
“Yes. And because of it, my Mana overloaded, and the monsters that caught wind of it came flooding in—I’ve been busy destroying them left and right. It was absolute chaos.”
In the meantime, Carlo learned that I’m the Master of the Magic Tower, and I learned that he’s a Grand Mage.
Elline’s face had drained of color as she listened to my account, but gradually she composed herself, becoming as composed as the 88th Floor mages.
“…I see.”
“What? Did you know something too, like Carlo?”
“Sort of. More or less.”
Well, she had been my magic teacher, after all.
Ever since my Magic Manifestation, she’d been calling my Spectrum wide and my Mana exceptional.
How long had she suspected?
‘I don’t know. I have no idea.’
I’d completely abandoned any attempt at logical understanding.
I might as well accept it—the skilled mages of this world simply have good instincts.
And that applied to me as well.
Elline answered in a distracted murmur, her mind clearly occupied with worry over Lucas, her demeanor still somewhat unsettled.
I paid it no mind and reached up to cup her cheeks in both hands, shaking her face gently side to side as I examined it.
“Mm—why are you doing that, Rose?”
“Sorry. I’m just nervous you might give me another potion.”
“Ugh! That wasn’t me!”
“Do you know who it was? You’d be shocked if you found out.”
“…I already know.”
Elline answered more readily than I expected.
“It must have been His Majesty.”
“You knew.”
I stopped walking and turned to face her, and her hesitant voice emerged slowly with the next words.
“…Lucas is deeply afraid of his father. When he was very young, His Majesty nearly took his life―.”
In short: an attempt to eliminate a rival.
‘That, I didn’t know.’
It seemed Lucas had secrets from his past that he’d only confided to his lover in hushed moments.
Meanwhile, Elline said she could now glimpse the future bearing down on them.
Once the Crown Prince’s identity as a Grand Mage was revealed, the king—a mere lower-tier mage—would lose his authority and step down from the throne, and Lucas would claim his place.
The Crown Princess position was already burdensome enough.
The thought of her status suddenly skyrocketing to queen made her visibly reluctant.
With such a stark difference in magical power, the throne would surely pass to the stronger one. Perhaps she simply hoped the kingdom’s generational transition wouldn’t be drenched in bloodshed.
But there was one fact Elline didn’t know.
The bloodshed had already begun.
Now that we’d found a successor to inherit the first king Delphinid’s power, it became a race against time.
The question was how to strip Lucas’s dormant ability from the king completely—he hasn’t awakened to it yet, just as I hadn’t at first.
“Elline.”
I breathed steadily, centering myself.
“Listen carefully to what I’m about to tell you.”
There were two paths forward.
Either Lucas seized the king’s “Attribution” ability by force.
Or Elline, as a Grand Mage, awakened her own “Destruction” ability.
Before I could make her understand any of this, I had to lay bare every card I held.
“I’m sorry.”
I confessed it to her.
“I’ve read the story of you and Lucas before—read it from the outside.”
……
“More precisely, from another world.”

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