My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 89

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Episode 89

‘A narrative was all I needed….’
According to Carlo, my past self had certainly said I would go meet a demon deity of the Demon Realm.
If I had succeeded in a deal with that deity, there would have been talk of what comes next for me.
But this is the result?
‘Memory manipulation of the female lead, and my own oblivion?’
In the meantime, Elline, struck by memory erasure magic, couldn’t stop her tears and nestled against me, whimpering.
Her cotton-candy pink hair clung thickly to her lips, mangling more than half her words.
Since she talked so much, I missed the first part entirely and only caught the gist.
“H-huh, sorry for forgetting, Rose!”
“It’s fine. Really, stop crying now.”
“We, I mean—we were so close from the very first time we met….”
“That’s lucky then. Takes the guilt off me too.”
The repeated warmth of her breath made my shoulder grow damp and sticky.
Instead of pulling away from Elline’s embrace, I chuckled softly and patted her earnestly with both hands.
It was fortunate. That this wasn’t just inside a book.
You’re too good a person to be defined by paper and ink alone—I’ve sometimes wished before that this place weren’t a novel.
But from today on, I can promise this.
“No matter what future comes, we’ll keep being friends. Always, just like before.”
* * *
Meanwhile, in the Crown Prince Palace.
Lucas stood bound in iron chains before a sealed main gate, voicing his grievance.
It was nothing but Carlo’s unilateral decision—solely because his identity was that of the next generation’s Grand Mage of the Wind attribute.
“No matter what, does house arrest even make sense? What crime have I committed…!”
Lucas confirmed with his own eyes that all exits to the outside were firmly sealed, then bounced up and down, insisting it was absurd.
It seemed too cruel a response for the mere price of a lie.
“No, I sincerely apologize for deceiving everyone—I didn’t want to say this much, but…!”
He exhaled deeply.
It meant there was a reason for everything.
“Yes, I just wanted to live an ordinary life like anyone else. My future bride already finds the status difference difficult enough—if my magical power became vastly superior too, wouldn’t she push me away again? I kept it hidden thoroughly, told no one, all by myself!”
“A romantic excuse.”
Carlo didn’t intend to respond to the words that reached him, but then he suddenly turned his head toward where Lucas was standing.
Yet he made no move to undo the iron chains sealing the entrance.
Lucas had to be kept safe.
At least until the king’s life came to an end.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to stay this way for a while. Lekio must not find an opportunity to use you for Dark Magic.”
“What has my father done that you’re treating me this way? What is this Dark Magic business anyway….”
Use me for what? What could that possibly mean?
And Dark Magic, no less?
That was an ancient shadow magic from dusty old-era books, the kind that belonged only to history.
Lucas couldn’t understand what his master was saying.
More precisely, it didn’t feel real to him.
Lekio—his father—though their relationship had fractured completely from a childhood accident, now it was merely awkward.
Once he had been jealous of Lucas’s super-rapid magical growth and through a moment of carelessness had put his own child in danger, but….
“That only happened once.”
The same accident hadn’t repeated since.
A dozen years had passed by now, and Lucas believed his father surely felt regret toward him.
But Carlo shook his head.
“You’re wrong.”
“….”
“Once your father knows you are Delpid’s successor—a Grand Mage of Wind—he will try to kill you again.”
“…How can you be sure of that? It might not happen.”
“Then how will you be sure he won’t? There’s already precedent.”
“….”
Lucas’s words caught in his throat.
Someday, he wanted to make things right with his father. And he’d thought that with time, the opportunity would come.
But why had it been necessary then?
What had worn his father down so badly? Why had his father nearly taken his life that night?
It was Carlo who had saved him from the midnight assassin’s blade, yet Lucas harbored an unspoken hope.
Yes, he’d been curious about his father’s story.
“…So it seems. There is a prior record.”
Foolishly—though he was less close to his father than to anyone else—because his family was all he had, he’d entertained the stupid belief that they could rebuild their bond.
Lucas had rattled his iron chains in protest for only a moment before his face sagged against the door.
“Yes, I understand…. I’m giving up on escape cleanly.”
“Good thinking.”
Carlo nodded at his words.
But he seemed troubled by confining his prized student so forcefully, so he merely layered the protective magic thicker and thicker.
He couldn’t bring himself to say he was sorry.
“Sigh.”
Lucas watched him with wide eyes. How had a man like that ever managed to get married?
“But if you’re going to lock me up, why not do it in Delpid instead of the Crown Prince Palace?”
“That won’t do.”
Lekio, skilled in disguise, had visited that place before.
Besides, the mansion already had so many spells woven through it that Carlo would have difficulty shielding just a single person with a barrier of his own.
Instead of a lengthy explanation, Carlo answered simply.
“It’s our newlywed home.”
“Wow. That’s cold.”
“If you don’t like it, go get married yourself.”
“I wasn’t planning to refuse, but with you locking me up starting today….”
He didn’t hear the rest of what followed.
“Call if anything seems wrong. Call if even one ward cracks.”
Not that it mattered whether Lucas called or not—Carlo had placed magic that would automatically summon him if anyone tried to enter this room using a spell.
“I’m going. Eat well.”
“What? You’re blocking all entry and telling me to eat well?”
“Meals will be delivered by Transport Magic each time. I’ll have them send whatever you like.”
“This is seriously infuriating—he’s even thorough about the food!”
Leaving Lucas’s wails behind, Carlo confirmed that his defensive magic was properly completed, then turned to leave at once.
It was time to go protect his wife.
“Ugh. A Fire Mage, sure, but cold as ice as a person…!”
Lucas watched Carlo disappear after his receding figure took a few steps, then scoffed at his back.
Left alone before the sealed entrance, he slowly examined the protective barrier, then began to whistle softly.
Mm-hmm.
“Everything’s fine, except for one thing.”
Tracking Control Magic.
Lucas was a Grand Mage of Wind.
The Wind element was stronger against tracking magic than any other.
‘A barrier this strong should be eludable for a while.’
Lucas planned to slip out and meet his father during that gap.
He’d execute the plan tomorrow afternoon.
But the next morning.
“Yawn.”
Lucas hadn’t expected it at all.
“Huh? Master?”
“Open the door.”
“The barrier hasn’t shown any problems at all, so what’s this about so early in the morning….”
He should have left the iron chain locked.

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