The Nerd Next Door Turned Out To Be The Magic Tower Master - Chapter 94

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Side Story 1
To Cecilia Weberdine.
Hello, Cecilia. I’m Cecilia. Writing it this way feels like a letter to myself—it gives me chills.
If I came out and told you my real name now, you might not realize I’m you, so I’ll just stick with Cecilia.
Anyway, are you spending peaceful days beside Soltis? I’m doing wonderfully—thanks to you letting me use your body. I wanted to tell you how I’ve been, so I’m writing this letter.
Life these days can be summed up in one word: full.
Truthfully, thinking about returning to deal with all those Temple and Imperial Palace matters made my head ache.
But it’s already early summer now. I should have noticed when I woke up at the Weberdine Estate instead of the Prayer Room. By the time the Pope tried to summon God into your body, half a year had already passed.
That’s right. So I never even saw the Pope’s face this time. The rumors spread quickly—that he’d been excommunicated after his scheme to collude with a fanatic and harm the Saint was exposed.
You probably already know whose handiwork it was? With each regression, we’ve cleaned things up so thoroughly that now we could do it with our eyes closed.
I didn’t ask what happened to the Pope after that. Lien said he just can’t come back anymore, so I’ll leave it at that.
Did waking up after everything was wrapped up stem from Soltis’s remaining conscience?
If I’d had to endure another drawn-out struggle with the Pope, I think I would’ve been rather frustrated.
But because the timing was delayed, Lien thought this loop had failed too. He was already preparing to regress again—that was close, wasn’t it?
Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about now. I’m living a peaceful and joyful life.
Except for the daytime hours when Melanie is glued to my side, I’m always with Lien. How did I dodge the Marquis’s eyes? Just like before, I hired Lien as my etiquette instructor. So afternoons we use lessons as an excuse to be together, and nights….
Oh, you said you absolutely hated Dilan She, didn’t you? This doesn’t seem like something you’d be curious about, so I’ll stop here.
What I wanted to say is that this life is better than I expected.
Honestly, I thought I’d regret it quickly. That made sense, right? My original goal was only to return to the real world. The idea that I’d give that up and decide to live in this strange world for one man—I never thought I’d do that.
I still miss iced Americanos, I still miss delivery apps, I still miss spicy food. Most of all, I miss my people so much sometimes tears threaten to spill.
But I won’t let myself regret it. After I came back, Lien was so happy he wept openly. He must have been crying only out of sadness every day, but seeing him cry from joy made me think I was right not to leave him alone.
The experience of feeling fulfilled simply by being with someone is strange and wonderful.
Oh, you must be curious about your family too? Melanie and Nox are both doing well.
I told them both they don’t have complete memories of what happened. Those two loved you so sincerely that they couldn’t bear the truth. I sensed that you would’ve wanted them not to suffer.
They both accepted my lie willingly, but I think they sensed in their hearts that I’m not you. How could they fail to recognize someone they’ve spent a lifetime with, their master?
If someday they find the courage to ask me directly, I’m thinking I’ll tell them a little about you then.
Don’t worry. I won’t tell them how much pain you endured—I’ll tell them how peaceful you are now.
Cecilia, I want you to be as happy as I am.
I’ve only just realized it, but through Soltis’s arrangement, you probably retained some memories from your past life too. Only the terrible memories, though—the betrayals by someone you trusted, the suffering that ended in death.
Suddenly it occurred to me that perhaps you handed over your body to me because you didn’t want to repeat this life anymore.
I’m sorry the pain kept repeating because of Lien—or rather, because of Lien, though it’s not entirely my fault. I told him that in future loops, it won’t be “me” anymore, so stop. There won’t be endless regressions from now on.
But to be honest, I think some blame belongs to Soltis for letting a creature like the Pope run loose. He should have dealt with his own fanatic himself, shouldn’t he?
So next time, ask for a life where you can eat what you want and do what you want freely. If there’s any conscience to be found, he’ll grant it.
This letter got too long as I was writing. Give Soltis my regards.
Oh, but how do you deliver a letter to a god?
In our world, we believe that burning things sends them across. I think dedicating it at the Temple would be better than burning it…. But I don’t want anyone to read this, so I’ll just burn it.
I hope this letter reaches you safely.
P.S. I went to Sweets myself and tried the Zaher Torte—it was quite delicious. If you feel like it next time, come meet me the way Soltis came down as Charles. Then let’s go to Sweets together.
From Cecilia, to Cecilia.
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At the entrance of the Daisy Flower Field before Lien’s Mansion.
Cecilia, standing alone in a bare corner where flowers didn’t grow, released the half-burned paper. The fluttering scraps of paper soon turned to smoke and dispersed into the sky, vanishing without a trace.
‘I wonder if it really gets through.’
She was following the trail of smoke with her eyes, half-believing and half-doubting, when suddenly warmth bloomed behind her back.
“What are you burning?”
Lien, who’d stepped outside without her noticing, wrapped his arms around her.
“A letter.”
Cecilia answered lightly, letting her weight settle against his chest and tilting her head back.
Even though summer wasn’t over yet, Lien had his robe on with the hood pulled up neatly. Moreover, his face beneath the hood was curiously pouting.
“…Who sent you a letter that you felt compelled to burn it?”
“I wrote it myself. The recipient is someone up there in the sky.”
“…….”
When Cecilia answered matter-of-factly, Lien fell silent.
The truth was, the one who ought to be sulking now wasn’t him—it was her.
“But why are you still wearing that robe in the first place?”
Cecilia reached out and yanked at the edge of his hood insistently.
No matter how many times she told him not to hide that pretty face, his obsession with the robe wouldn’t budge.
‘There’s no need for him to act like a recluse now.’
Lien, helpless against her teasing, faltered in his reply.
“It’s just… whenever I stand before you, I tremble. My face keeps turning red, so I’m trying to hide it….”
Her exposed cheek flushed like petals steeped in dye.
‘Surely she doesn’t think I’ll forgive her just because she’s being adorable like that?’
Yes. I will forgive her.
Cecilia’s resistance crumbled quickly, and she released the hood she’d been tormenting him with. Then she spun around and pulled him into an embrace.
“Even so, when we’re alone like this, I wish you wouldn’t hold back so much. Good things are even better the more often you see them.”
In truth, Cecilia cherished those moments when Lien allowed his feelings to surface so openly.
The way his cheeks flushed, the way tears fell, the way he smiled with unguarded joy.
All at once, she was transported to that moment of their reunion in this very flower field.
[Are you truly that Cecilia?]
How endearing he had been, eyes reddened, asking the same question again and again.
She would never forget that face, overflowing with nothing but joy.
Tracing through the memory, she reached out and caressed the side of his cheek.
As her fingertips, savoring the soft texture of his skin, accidentally brushed near his lips, his throat bobbed visibly—like a man parched with thirst.
In a heartbeat, the warmth of their embrace ignited into something fiercer.
His arms, encircling her waist, tightened with sudden force, and she felt his heart hammering against her own—raw and unguarded.
“…Cecilia.”
His voice, tender and aching, sent a tremor across her skin.
His face drew near in an instant. Reflexively, she clutched at his tunic.
But what touched hers was his forehead. Like a young animal seeking comfort, he pressed his brow against hers and spoke as though exhaling.
“Evening will be here soon.”
“…”
“…I don’t want to let you go.”
The heat faded in an instant, leaving only an anxious child behind.
Since their reunion, Lien had been unable to bear even a moment’s separation from her. In those early days, he would materialize without warning in her chamber in the dead of night, and more than once she’d nearly jumped out of her skin.
When he told her he’d had dreams of losing her again, standing there ashen and gasping, she found herself unable to turn away her uninvited midnight visitor.
By now, waking to find him watching over her had become routine.
Yet their bond remained a secret. So they had to part during the mornings when Melanie attended to her, and through the afternoons and evenings when dinner was served.
When Cecilia pushed against his solid chest, Lien released her as though tearing away his own flesh—reluctant, pained.
“We’ll see each other again tonight anyway.”
“But…”
Even after spending the entire summer inseparable, his anxiety showed no sign of easing. Cecilia gazed at his childlike worried face.
Finally, as though she’d reached some decision, she rose onto her toes and whispered against his ear.
“Tonight, I’ll come to you.”

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