My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90

It was a day when the wind blew unusually warm.
As always, the girl with reddish-brown hair and pale amber eyes gazed out the window, savoring the faint hint of the changing season.
Spring.
“…Time has already slipped away like this.”
Just a little longer, just a little more like this.
In all that waiting—that endless crying out for just a moment more—she suddenly felt it arrive, arriving now with no warning.
Stein sat quietly, her chin resting in her palm, staring at the figure beside her.
Elline, oblivious to how the world was changing, slept peacefully with her head resting against her shoulder.
“This game of pretend ends today.”
It had been rather enjoyable, and she could only feel regret.
From tomorrow onward, they would become each other’s cursed destiny, bound by the predetermined script of a novel—yet these past years, she had loved with complete sincerity.
In her third life, Elline had been her only friend, and she had cherished her with all her heart.
She wanted to say thank you.
Now I have to forget you.
All the good memories would be overwritten, transformed into the darkest of pasts.
Centuries of history stored in Stein’s mind would be erased to white.
And all the beautiful moments she’d shared with Elline would scatter like dust on the wind, scattered beyond recovery.
She had to become the perfect Rose Stein from “The Mage’s Way of Love.”
“Well then, shall I jump?”
Stein turned her gaze away from the window. Without hesitation, she placed both feet on the narrow windowsill and stood.
From the moment she jumped backward, away from the world outside, she would become Rose Stein.
Like a hypnotic suggestion, the Memory Erasure Magic she had cast upon herself made her eyelids grow heavy.
Just as her eyes were slowly closing—
“…Rose!”
A voice she shouldn’t have heard filled her ears.
It was Elline’s voice—Elline who should have been fast asleep under the thrall of Sleep Magic, motionless.
“No—!”
Elline shot up from the bed and stretched her hand toward Rose.
Her fingertips barely grazed her, but it was nothing more than a fleeting brush.
After a sharp scream, Rose Stein’s body plummeted out the window, and a panicked Elline rushed down the stairs in haste.
Everything had gone according to plan.
Just as it had been written in the novel she’d read in her second life.
Rose Stein would play the role of the villain, condemned to live an unhappy life.
But through Elline, this world would find peace.
That was the conclusion Stein had reached.
‘I have to close the Demon Realm completely for this tragedy to end.’
If all went as planned, Elline Ros would one day awaken as a Great Mage and use her power of “Destruction” to seal the gateway to the Demon Realm completely.
She would permanently block the invasion routes of demon beasts that had persisted for centuries, solving a problem that had plagued them long.
You have to become the protagonist.
Even if I have to seat you on a throne built from my sacrifice.
Stein had no doubt in her decision.
Not until the moment Rose Stein didn’t crash to the ground as the book said she would, and instead found herself face to face with a familiar visage in midair.
“You….”
“Shh.”
The man with the bewildered face held her close, his lips moving silently for a long while.
His calm eyes gradually reddened at their corners as tears welled up, filling both eyes with that crystalline moisture.
An unexpected variable.
Or rather, a weakness she had deliberately excluded from her calculations.
“Not yet. It can’t be yet.”
Rose condemned Carlo, who had yearned for her all this time, to wait once more.
For the peace she had to protect from a wavering world mattered more than the love of a single moment.
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I jolted awake with a gasp, thrashing against the blanket before throwing it aside.

Me? I did that?
“It wasn’t the opposite of that…?”
Peace over love. I couldn’t believe it.
Ironically, now I prefer love to peace, and if I’m being honest, I love money more than love itself.
It seems Stein didn’t love Carlo as much as I thought.
‘I’ll have to keep this secret from my husband for life.’
Carlo soon stirred at my restlessness, rubbing his eyes as he sat up.
“…Did you have a nightmare?”
“Something like that, I think.”
I buried my face in my hands and murmured.
I couldn’t tell him the truth of it.
“It’s hard to explain in words. Something incomprehensible just appeared in my dream….”
Midway through speaking, I pressed my fingers to my forehead out of habit.
A sharp, ominous tingling sensation rippled through me—my head ached like a migraine was setting in.
‘What’s wrong with me?’
I wanted to check my complexion in the mirror, but my vision was too dim to see clearly.
Five in the morning.
Still early. The sun hadn’t fully risen, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness without a trace of sunlight.
It was strangely dim, as if the day itself were overcast.
Carlo suggested we sleep a while longer, and as usual, he pulled my arm and gently drew me back down onto the bed.
Yet something felt oddly unsettling.
‘Why is it so dark?’
I’d slept well enough, yet it wasn’t even eight o’clock.
My sleep routine, honed by years of early morning commutes to the office, was usually quite precise.
“Have I aged that much….”
I lay beside Carlo, who had fallen back asleep, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Where had he burned through such an enormous amount of Mana last night?
Ever since meeting Lucas, he’d been exhausted, and now he was completely spent, dead asleep.
Had he locked Lucas away in the palace?
‘Protective Magic tends to lay you up for about two days once it’s activated.’
Even for a Great Mage who’d lived countless years, creating a defensive barrier to protect a specific person from harm was no trivial feat.
Carlo must care deeply for Lucas, wanting to shield him like that.
‘The way I cherish Elline, my only friend in this world.’
He’s working so hard. I should tuck the blanket tighter so he doesn’t catch cold.
I gently patted the blanket over him as he lay in profound sleep, utterly still.
After indulging in what seemed like reasonable speculation, I slipped quietly toward the window while Carlo slept.
Since the day seemed so overcast, I wanted to pull back the curtains a little and check the weather.
If it rained, the Protective Magic would weaken—I’d need to tell him when he woke up.
‘In case Lucas is in danger.’
I murmured this to myself as I slowly grasped the edge of the curtain.
Swish—
But the moment I opened it, I gasped at the sight beyond the window.
“Good God!”
I couldn’t believe my own eyes even as I pulled the curtain open myself, an involuntary cry escaping my lips.
The sky was entirely black.
The sky above the Delphinid Residence had been completely engulfed—not merely linked to the Demon Realm’s passage, but wholly consumed by it.
In that instant, I frantically shattered the Clock hanging on the wall with Magic.
Crash!
The clock’s hands then flowed normally, pointing to the number eight.
It was exactly as I’d suspected.
The sound of something breaking, followed by the whisper of fine particles scattering from within the Clock.
“This is….”
A blood-red, murky, forgotten Magic.
In a flash, my spine went cold.
“Carlo, wake up now!”
Dark Magic.

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