Why Is My Husband the Villainous Schemer! - Chapter 86

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Episode 86
How on earth does someone become a Magic Tower Master and still end up wounded?
Of course, I know a Magic Tower Master isn’t all-powerful, but still!
“Where are you hurt? Are you all right? Where is Isaar right now?”
“Ah, I did take an injury, but it’s nothing worth worrying over.”
Looking at Carcel’s expression, it seemed minor enough, yet something told me I wouldn’t rest easy until I’d seen it with my own eyes.
“Can I see you for a moment? We need to talk about what happened today.”
“Won’t you be exhausted?”
“Come now, the Emperor is summoning everyone involved tomorrow anyway, isn’t he? We need to get our stories straight.”
In the end, Carcel gave a reluctant nod.
But before I could move, he said something first.
“To be honest… he was injured because he’s an idiot, so you needn’t bother visiting.”
Hearing that, I shook my head at Carcel to tell him not to speak that way.
“Still, you shouldn’t say such things about someone who fought for the Crown Prince.”
“I apologize to Asha, but it’s the truth.”
“Let’s go and see his condition first, shall we?”
Carcel nodded at my suggestion.
“Then Linea should be left with a maid for the moment.”
Carcel took me from his arms and knelt on one knee before Linea.
“Is that all right?”
“Yes. But I’m a little bit hungry…”
Linea had been holding back her hunger; now she wrapped her small belly with both hands and spoke dejectedly.
I started and looked down at Linea hastily.
Waiting for the situation to be resolved had already put us past dinner time.
“That’s right. You’re hungry, aren’t you, little one?”
“The kitchen is already preparing a late dinner. Go eat it quickly.”
I nodded to Carcel.
“Then Linea, you go eat, and we’ll go see Isaar.”
Soon after, Kana, the maid who cared for Linea, came and took the child to the Dining Room.
And I headed straight to the Guest Room where Isaar was, with Carcel beside me.
Knock, knock.
The moment I opened the door hastily and stepped inside, I couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.
“What on earth is that hairstyle?”
Part of his long pearl-colored hair was tied up in what looked like an apple-knot.
Though he was beautiful enough that it suited him.
I found myself wondering if he always styled it that way when alone.
“Your household maid tied it up.”
He answered while his uninjured left hand reached from the plate resting on his belly, picked up a cookie, and nodded while munching thoughtfully.
“Come in.”
Isaar’s injury was indeed not serious, as Carcel had said. Though it was certainly an injury that required treatment.
“Did you fracture your arm? Are you all right?”
His right arm was splinted, and he wore a sling around his neck.
“The doctor said something about the radius and ulna being broken into two or three pieces—a comminuted fracture, they called it. Well, at this level, I’ll just go to the Magic Tower, make a Potion, and take it. That’ll fix it.”
Looking more closely, unlike Carcel, this man had no soot on him whatsoever.
Yet he had a comminuted fracture!
I was at a loss at how casually Isaar spoke of such a serious injury as if it were nothing.
“But you’re all right lounging around like this? Should I fetch you a feather pillow?”
“Never mind. I was planning to leave, but then they brought me cookies. So I’m eating before I go.”
At Isaar’s carefree attitude, I pressed further.
“But how on earth did it happen? Was it from fighting?”
“Eh, well, something like that.”
At his evasive answer, Carcel let out a scoff.
“Ha. Some battle that was.”
I turned my head toward Carcel.
“What?”
Then Carcel explained.
“He tripped over his own feet. His arm was broken from tumbling down the stairs.”
I could only stare in disbelief at Isaar.
“Isaar, you fell down the stairs by accident and got hurt that badly?”
“…No?”
No matter how much he denied it, Isaar’s face right now was unmistakably that of someone who’d tumbled down the stairs today with a tremendous clatter.
“Good heavens.”
When you thought about it, Isaar was remarkably careless for a Magic Tower Master.
But since he was injured, I felt I should offer some comfort, so I moved to sit beside his bed.
“Still, it’s good the Potion will heal it. …You can’t use Holy Power?”
Of course, I knew in this world that Holy Power had greatly declined.
‘Even when Linea was ill, it couldn’t be used. It’s a shame.’
I’d heard tales of it reviving the dead and such.
At that, Isaar answered with a somewhat cynical tone.
“How could Holy Power have any strength in an age of science and magic? It’s an age where human free will has grown stronger than belief, the very source of Holy Power.”
“I’ve heard there’s almost no Holy Power left.”
Normally, if the Crown Prince suffered a grave wound, a Priest would come running and heal him with Holy Power.
In this world, like the real one, medical treatment and Potions were the remedy.
‘Which means Lucian truly must be careful with his body.’
That’s likely part of why the Emperor was so tense.
“It’s fortunate it’s not an injury that would threaten his life.”
“Those pyramid fanatics couldn’t inflict a wound serious enough to threaten life even if they tried their hardest.”
At that remark, Carcel couldn’t suppress a scoff.
“Ha.”
Isaar simply ignored him as if it were routine.
I quickly moved to the main matter.
“But Isaar, what did the Emperor say?”
Truth be told, the most pressing concern right now was the Emperor’s wrath.
‘Even though we prevented the assassination, what we did was essentially spirit the Crown Prince away behind the Emperor’s back.
Moreover, how we knew about the assassination attempt in advance would be a critical point of contention.
Especially since we kept it secret from the Emperor.’
‘But if I reported to the Emperor, I’m one hundred percent certain he would have immediately canceled all the festivities and imprisoned Lucian.’
If that happened, we wouldn’t catch the assassin’s tail, and I was sure such chaos would eventually strike again.
Of course, my top priority was Linea’s safety.
So I needed to gather evidence to implicate Grand Duke Deshulier as soon as possible.
At that moment, Isaar’s eyes changed.
“Before that, I want to ask you something.”
The indifference faded from his gaze, replaced by a sharp, blade-like stare turned toward me.
“How exactly did you know? Looking at your behavior up to now, you act as if you knew the future.”
The doubt that Isaar, who usually treated me so casually, must have harbored all along.
“What exactly are you?”
Faced with this sudden barrage of questions, I—
“I’m Asha?”
—smiled as if I knew nothing.
At that, Isaar’s brow furrowed irritably.
But before he could speak again, Carcel cut in.
“What’s your intention asking Asha such questions?”
“Think about it. Wouldn’t you be suspicious? Everything fits together like a puzzle.”
Isaar curled his lips and bared his teeth.
“Do you know what the world calls such coincidence?”
Then he met my eyes and continued.
“Design.”
“So by your logic, I intentionally met Carcel, purchased the Magic Stone Mine, and prevented the Crown Prince’s assassination? What would people call that?”
I held Isaar’s gaze and continued.
“Foresight.”
I felt the time had come to give Isaar an explanation he could accept.
But before I could speak, Carcel showed his displeasure to Isaar first.
“No matter who you are, I won’t tolerate you speaking to Asha so recklessly.”
Carcel carefully wrapped his arm around my shoulder and drew me toward him.
Seeing that, Isaar’s eyes narrowed.
“From the start, it was I who begged to meet you—do you call that a scheme? If there was calculation in our meeting, it was mine.”
I glanced up at Carcel, who spoke so boldly of “schemes”.
His characteristic sharp, fierce profile seemed even more sensual today.
Something about the way he protected me made my heart flutter.
“I wagered everything to be with my wife, and the world calls that fate.”
Hearing that, Isaar rolled his eyes in disgust.
“Who’s trying to take your wife?”
“Then why ask such questions?”
“Will you speak this way before the Emperor as well?”
Isaar’s eyes softened as he looked between Carcel and me.
“You lack a sense of urgency. The Emperor suspects everyone now, and your wife has already undergone one interrogation.”
Then Isaar fixed his gaze on Carcel and posed a blunt question.
“What will you say tomorrow?”

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