My Husband Is Not the Magic Tower Master - Chapter 92

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Episode 92

“Kuh—kugh….”
Cough, cough.
The moment his ability vanished, Lekio spat blood from his mouth instead.
He had lost the Archmage’s Blessing—his privilege.
For years he had accumulated more Mana than any vessel could hold, surviving only through sheer willpower, and now the recoil came crashing down upon him.
“Aaaahhhhgh!”
Crack.
In that brief moment, something twisted violently with a sickening sound.
At the same instant, a pitch-black tempest whirled down upon them both.
The vortex drew ever closer, its maw gaping impossibly wide, before it seized Lekio and thrust him into its depths.
“P-please… save me…!”
Screeeech!
A long, thin cry of agony.
The sound echoed and twisted into a demon’s howl, plunging the world into chaos.
The sky turned black as pitch.
This was undoubtedly an ill omen.
“Master… I need you to come….”
With blood still flowing freely, Lucas found no strength in his trembling limbs.
His shaking hands barely managed to clutch at his wounds as his eyes fluttered open and shut in slow succession.
“I was wrong… Please come.”
Help me.
“…Father.”
Carlo.
He whispered that name into the darkness.
* * *
Six hours had now passed since the mysterious darkness engulfed the sky.
Master-level mages gathered at the Magic Tower, their conference running from early morning into the afternoon, yet no solution emerged.
“So what you’re saying is that coordinates have been locked in?”
“In short, yes. The destination Portal leads to this world—the Human Realm. The point of origin: the Demon Realm.”
It resembled the incident from before, when monsters had breached the Tower’s roof.
Fortunately, unlike that occasion when damage was confined to the immediate vicinity of the Magic Tower, this time catastrophe had spread nationwide.
Unbelievably, creatures were now raining down from the sky in incalculable numbers.
Lekio, unable to control the Black Magic, had been consumed by its power instead, and in doing so had opened a Portal to the Demon Realm.
In essence, his very body had become the passageway linking the Human Realm and the Demon Realm.
“…The situation is dire.”
“We need to change strategy. The number of monsters grows exponentially, and we have no way of knowing how much longer we can sustain this fight.”
As the endless extermination continued, the mages themselves began to tire.
Moreover, with Mutant Individuals appearing for the first time, precious time was being wasted learning attack patterns and destroying their cores.
There was no way to predict how many more such creatures would pour through.
Nor could anyone guarantee how long mages—who required time to recover their Mana reserves—could endure.
As the conference dragged on, the officials huddled together began to falter under the strain.
Someone even ventured to question the very nature of Mana itself.
“…And I say this now, but honestly—isn’t this a battle of Mana against Mana? In the first place, how did mankind ever reach this point without relying on outside power?”
“Really now, don’t muddy the waters with nonsense. Comparing savages like demons to humans? What are you trying to say, tsk.”
“The one weighing the scales isn’t me—it’s you. We have a catastrophe bearing down on us this very moment. Is it still important who is superior?”
“What did you just say? How many ranks are you? You dare speak to a senior like that!”
Voices rose, and the atmosphere shifted toward pointing fingers at one another.
Tap.
Carlo calmly raised his hand, then lowered it.
He merely snapped his fingers into the empty air, and instantly the noise that had filled their ears fell silent.
The silencing was so clean that one might have thought he’d simply suppressed the mood with a wave of Magical Power.
“That’s enough.”
“…?”
“Unless you wish to lose your voice forever.”
I lifted my head and glanced around, understanding dawning in that moment.
I’d simply suppressed their voices.
“Ugh….”
“Hack….”
The executives cut short their fervent shouting, each flinching as they fumbled to cover their mouths or clasp their throats with trembling hands.
None of them wanted to suffer a lifetime over meaningless quarrels, after all.
I surveyed the chilled air around me, then surreptitiously waved my hand beneath the table in deliberate patterns.
The moment the control magic binding the space shattered, the executives coughed and hacked, clearing their throats with rough sounds.
All of them averted their eyes from Carlo, either closing them shut or fixing their gaze on the floor.
What first showed on their faces was bewilderment and mortification.
But it wasn’t long before they seemed to understand something instinctively, and they turned to Carlo with a question.
“…Is there a way, then?”
“We can’t simply crumble like this, can we? I don’t know when you began anticipating this crisis, but… the Tower Master has returned.”
The executive who had been shouting moments before carefully lifted his gaze, studying Carlo’s reaction.
It seemed he knew Carlo was the Magic Tower Master.
Perhaps he didn’t know Carlo’s face in detail, but it appeared they had some prior acquaintance.
“I suspected it, but to think you really are the Magic Tower Master―.”
“You said you’d return when the time came―.”
At the word ‘Master,’ the mages began murmuring with growing certainty, one by one, and the hall’s atmosphere grew restless once more.
Carlo closed his eyes briefly and pressed his forehead with his hand.
It was a habit I’d seen him do whenever his head throbbed.
“…The promise I made before I left wasn’t something like this.”
I knew. That promise was something he’d made to meet me again.
‘Of course I know, but they don’t.’
Honestly, even I didn’t know the full details before learning them.
Rumors truly were frightening things.
A man of power simply stepped down and disappeared from sight, yet somehow it gained special significance, and that small promise swelled like a rolling snowball.
Rather like a prophecy of great weight.
“Ah, so you were waiting for this very moment, and now you finally reveal yourself!”
“No….”
That wasn’t it. At someone’s outburst, Carlo’s expression turned visibly uncomfortable.
But only for a moment.
“What on earth is the method to prevent the calamity? Surely you know, Tower Master?”
“There is one, but I don’t particularly recommend it.”
He answered flatly.
It wasn’t that there was no way at all.
‘It’s simply that I’d rather not.’
The method to prevent this crisis was probably similar to what I’d been thinking.
Then Carlo’s answer came slowly.
“…The method isn’t terribly difficult. Someone would simply have to go in and close it from within.”
“Go in? But who―.”
“One of the four.”
That was the moment.
“…You can’t.”
Elline, who had been sitting beside me listening in silence, suddenly seized my hand.
In the interim, Carlo’s brief voice continued.
“An Archmage.”
“….”
“But one of them has already been afflicted by the calamity and fallen unconscious….”
This morning, Lucas was attacked at the Crown Princess Palace and was found with his fate hanging in the balance.
And the first person to discover him—the very first—was none other than his betrothed, Elline.
“The Crown Prince cannot go in, so now it’s one of three, not four.”
As Carlo’s voice drew closer to the inevitable conclusion and momentarily faltered, Elline spoke.
“You can’t.”
She gripped my hand fiercely, her shoulders trembling.
“No matter what you say, you can’t. I won’t allow it. I can’t… I really can’t lose you too.”
“…Elline.”
“I’ll go instead. I’m the one going, absolutely. Do you understand?”
Just as you’ve been doing for me all this time.
“It’s my turn now, Rose.”
She emerged with effort, and their eyes met.
A faint smile played at her lips, yet her expression seemed almost like weeping.
“You won’t go. You can’t.”
….
“Please. It’s my last request.”
Like someone who couldn’t bear to lose anything more.

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