It Feels Like I’m About to be Divorced, But my Husband is My Favorite

Chapter 37

The duke, at a loss for words, let out a hollow laugh, unable to help himself.

It seemed that the Tower Master wasn’t even aware that this exact kind of arrogance in his tone and behavior was what caused others to react this way.

On the other hand, Euclid, witnessing the Tower Master’s demeanor, couldn’t hide his discomfort.

Seeing his son-in-law’s expression, Duke Basilian asked with suspicion,
“Surely you’re not the same age?”

“Well, of course not—”

“No, we’re not.”

The person cutting off the Tower Master mid-sentence was none other than Euclid.

Duke Basilian nodded knowingly.
“I thought as much.”

While he had asked just to be certain, inwardly, he had been sure it wasn’t the case.

Though he hadn’t seen him often, Duke Basilian clearly recalled the first time he met the Tower Master, which was quite some time ago. Yet, his appearance hadn’t changed at all since then.

They say those who have reached a certain level, like Sword Masters, do not age outwardly. So, naturally, he assumed the Tower Master was the same.

“I see. So, you’re saying I look old now, is that it? Hmm? Really?”

Had he not been convinced otherwise, he wouldn’t have tolerated the Tower Master’s insolence.

Even if the Magic Tower was an independent entity not tied to any specific nation, Duke Basilian held a power second only to the Emperor within the continent’s dominant empire.

Moreover, no matter how transcendent their friendship might be, Euclid was still his son-in-law, and the Duke was his father-in-law’s old friend. Thus, his shoulders were held a bit higher than usual.

“Well, you do look older than my son-in-law,” Duke Basilian remarked.

Although he only said this for effect, the Tower Master, with his youthful appearance suggesting early twenties, seemed nearly the same age as the 26-year-old Euclid.

“That… That can’t be…”

Seeing the Tower Master, usually so arrogantly convinced of his central role in the universe, struck speechless in shock was quite entertaining.

Though his appearance might suggest he was young enough to be his child, his casual demeanor with Duke Basilian, more relaxed than even the Emperor, had been a constant point of friction in their dealings. So the Duke, seemingly intent on getting some payback, asked with mock concern:

“If you’re such a good friend, why didn’t you arrive earlier and attend the ceremony? Surely, you brought a wedding gift?”

“Hah! Attend without an invitation? As if! And why waste money on a gift?”

As expected, this was his response. The Tower Master was infamous both for his obsession with money and his legendary stinginess.

However, the voice that followed surprised him slightly.

“I didn’t expect one anyway.”

Despite the Tower Master’s mocking tone, Euclid responded calmly and politely, his demeanor only causing the Tower Master to bristle further. It was then that Duke Basilian, watching their interaction with an odd expression, began to believe they were truly friends.

When the Duke was observing them with a curious look, Sionel, feeling annoyed that the topic had shifted with the Tower Master’s sudden arrival, interjected,
“Shouldn’t we check the new carriage now?”

At that, the Tower Master seemed to recall the innovative magic carriage he had prepared with great enthusiasm and clapped his hands.

“Ah, right. This is something I’ve designed specially for the Basilian princess. Of course, it’s so perfect and magnificent that all you’ll be able to do is marvel!”

His boastful statement made Sionel flinch and glance nervously at Evgenia.

The Tower Master had contacted her first, but Sionel worried that the Tower Master’s mention of her name might reveal that he had commissioned the carriage.

However, Evgenia was too intrigued by the Tower Master, meeting him for the first time, to take her eyes off him.

Relieved, Sionel urged,
“Then please, show us.”

I found myself standing before a massive carriage covered in a large cloth.

However, my eyes were drawn not to the new magic carriage but to the Tower Master standing next to it.

I couldn’t help it.

‘The Tower Master wasn’t even mentioned in the original story!’

And now, I discovered he was Euclid’s friend!

Of course, the side characters’ social circles weren’t extensively detailed in the novel, but this was still an unexpected twist.

Moreover, in romance fantasy novels, Tower Masters are often key characters—either male leads or important supporting roles.

‘But instead of being old, he’s… a young man?’

Not just that. He was so strikingly handsome he could easily rival the three male leads in appearance.

So why hadn’t he appeared in the original work?

From his arrogant gaze and posture, as if he looked down on the entire world, it seemed inconceivable he wasn’t a protagonist.

But then I realized…

‘…I think I know why.’

The Tower Master’s style was so shocking that if I had been a man, I’d have wanted to trade faces with him instead of letting him waste it like this.

His clothes were impeccably tailored, all black—but his hair? It was an absurd rainbow-colored explosion, resembling a clown.

“Why are you staring like that? I know I’m handsome, but perhaps this isn’t an appropriate look for a newlywed to see?”

His words, dripping with sarcasm, snapped me out of my shock.

What? My face betrayed my disbelief.

But I couldn’t outright say that his style was horrifically appalling. After all, he was Euclid’s friend.

However, interpreting my expression in his own way, the Tower Master suddenly chuckled.

“Hmm. At least you have good taste. Others just avoid me entirely, unable to appreciate my brilliance.”

Understandably so. If you saw him walking down the street, you’d instinctively want to avoid him, thinking he was insane.

I forced the topic back to the carriage.

“Would you please show us the carriage now?”

“Ho ho, I see you’re eager to see it!”

Suddenly, I felt deeply uneasy.

Like a child with a new toy, the Tower Master spoke in an excited tone.

“I designed it myself, but I followed the requested color scheme. I painted it entirely in an expensive purple dye, accented with black—a brilliant choice, of course. There’s no color more perfect than black! Well, except for gold. I even added gold leaf to every embossed detail…”

His long-winded explanation only heightened my anxiety. But I forced myself to imagine something positive, like Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage.

The Tower Master flicked his fingers, and the large cloth covering the carriage flew up into the air and vanished.

Though I had seen a few magical devices in this world, this was my first time witnessing actual magic.

But there was no time to marvel at the magic—my shock was directed elsewhere.

“What… what is this?”

“Surprised?”

I nodded, pale-faced.

Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one reacting this way.

“The shape of the carriage…”

“Is that even a carriage?”

The bizarre, unheard-of design left everyone speechless.

The Tower Master, however, puffed up with pride.

“Look at those beautiful curves! Doesn’t it look like it could fly through the air at incredible speed?”

While others were bewildered, I was the only one who truly understood.

‘What the hell, it’s a rocket carriage!’

The carriage resembled a rocket laid on its side, with hastily added doors, windows, and wheels.

I whipped my head around to stare at the Tower Master.

‘Is he also a transmigrator? Or perhaps a dimension traveler?’

Surely no modern person would think a clown hairstyle was “cool,” but…

Otherwise, there was no explaining that rocket-shaped carriage.

Although it did seem fast, I had no desire to ride it.

‘It feels like it’s meant for urgent deliveries.’

Noticing my increasingly sour expression, the atmosphere grew tense.

Breaking the silence, I finally spoke.

“I’ve never seen such a bizarre carriage in my life. Tower Master, you seemed so proud of it, so I had high expectations.”

My biting words, delivered with a cluck of my tongue, froze the Tower Master in his tracks.

“What… what did you say?”

“Well, seeing your hairstyle, I wasn’t expecting much to begin with.”

Feigning nonchalance, I carefully observed his reaction.

The sudden change in my demeanor was entirely deliberate—I wanted to see how he’d respond.