Choosing the Baby’s Father From the Following – Chapter 92

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟐

“……Cal?”

I had been with him all day, and just a while ago, he had even seen me to my room and said goodnight.

‘But what’s the matter now?’

After a brief moment of puzzlement, I noticed something unusual in Callisto’s face.

“Cal, is something wrong?”

Phoebe, sensing the mood, took the maids and left the room.

Callisto’s answer came after a moment of silence.

“I heard the First Prince is dead.”

“……What?”

Of course, Callisto didn’t have good feelings towards him, but First Prince Hart was still my family.

Callisto continued with a somber face.

“They say a Saint appeared just before his death and removed the magical power that was controlling the Prince.”

I unknowingly let out a short sigh.

In the end, it seems Helena made a choice befitting a heroine.

Callisto’s heavy voice continued.

“Although he was deposed, he was still royalty. Since he wasn’t deposed for any disgraceful reasons, they say they’ll hold a short family funeral.”

Before I could ask anything, he added.

“Of course, you can’t attend since you’re officially recuperating. Prince Lurik will probably handle that part.”

“Uh-huh……”

“Ernst said he’s going to attend the funeral, and the Tower Master, on the contrary, returned to the Magic Tower after leaving the Imperial Palace.”

That was the only welcome news I had heard.

“What about you, Cal……?”

Callisto smiled softly.

“I should be here with you, of course. I can just send the Chief Attendant to the funeral.”

As I slowly nodded, he came closer and hugged me gently.

“I’m glad…… you’re here with me.”

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A few days later, at the Magic Tower’s healing room.

The healing mages had been gathered for three days, adjusting the magic formulas cast on Moghald.

“This one’s no use either.”

One mage, having just layered and cast a healing magic formula, gasped for breath.

Someone else said with a tired expression.

“Although we are specialized in healing magic, it doesn’t mean our healing magic is superior to the Tower Master’s. The Tower Master-nim himself knows that better than anyone.”

The biggest advantage of the current Tower Master, Ren, was that he wasn’t biased towards one field and had reached the pinnacle in almost all areas of magic.

Except for one, the field of magical tools.

As such, modifying his magic formula was a significant burden even for the healing mages.

Finally, someone else spoke up courageously.

“How about we try releasing all the magic, even for a short while?”

It was a thought everyone had at least once, even if they couldn’t voice it.

“To be frank, Moghald-nim is in critical condition. Prolonging the life of an elderly or critically ill patient solely through magic is against the Mage Ethics Code, isn’t it?”

“That’s true, but……”

In the silent room, one person reluctantly agreed.

However, the problem was that there was no one to convey these words to the Tower Master.

“Moghald-nim is quite old. Perhaps the Tower Master-nim’s magic is the only thing sustaining his life……”

This meant that the moment the magic was released, the old mage’s life might end.

At that moment, the door opened and the Tower Master appeared.

“……Let’s try it.”

Permission had been granted, but no one moved.

“When we released the magic on the First Prince at the Imperial Palace, I was worried, but his life didn’t end immediately. Of course, he was still under the control of the magic sword afterward, so it’s a slightly different case……”

Ren explained bitterly.

“If, after releasing it, we deem the previous magic formula effective, please recast it. I’ve been maintaining this magic for over a month now, so it’s been quite a burden, to be honest.”

The mages gulped at the unexpected remark.

Come to think of it, the Tower Master had cast protective magic on two dying patients simultaneously, sustaining their lives for over a month.

There had been many incidents, big and small, during his stay at the Imperial Palace, so it was unlikely that he had only used his magic power on those two patients.

“We apologize. We didn’t think of that.”

One of the Chief Wizards said with an apologetic face and added.

“If the healing mages take turns, it won’t be a significant burden on each individual. Then, would the Tower Master-nim attempt the release himself?”

It was only natural.

Ren nodded and, looking down at his teacher, sighed.

Then, he placed his palm over his teacher’s face.

‘Wake up, old man. Please.’

After a while, the Tower Master’s magic, which had been floating around as if to vibrate the room, was completely withdrawn.

The old mage burst into a painful cough.

“Cough, cough!”

With the sudden disappearance of the magic’s support, it seemed difficult for him to even maintain stable breathing.

Seeing Moghald’s breath grow ragged, the healing mages quickly deployed a new protective magic.

Ren dropped his head in disappointment.

One of the mages comforted him.

“He will wake up. I won’t give up.”

Ren, as if nothing had happened, lifted his head high and said.

“Of course.”

The atmosphere in the healing room was heated.

The healing mages engaged in a heated discussion once more.

Moghald was the most respected elder of the Magic Tower, and no one was ready to let him go yet.

Just then, a knock was heard, and a young pharmacist peeked his head in.

“Tower Master-nim, may I burn some Tolvine incense for Moghald-nim?”

Tolvine was a stimulant used among mages, known for its effect of clearing the mind.

Ren nodded.

Not because he expected the effect of the stimulant incense, but because he understood the pharmacist’s desperation to grasp at straws.

‘Look at this, old man. We’re home.’

Ren considered the Magic Tower more comfortable than his parents’ Earl’s estate, and Moghald felt the same.

The Magic Tower was their home, the place they would always return to, no matter where they went.

No one in this Magic Tower was giving up on you, so it would be best to forget that dreadful resolve to die.

Ren grumbled inwardly, albeit disrespectfully, towards his motionless teacher.

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I stayed in Babenberg for several days even after Hart’s funeral, and Callisto stayed by my side the entire time, taking care of me.

‘He knows that my relationship with Hart wasn’t that close……’

Still, he seemed concerned that I might be feeling down.

Of course, even though he was a villain I created, Hart’s actual death wasn’t exactly pleasant for me either.

On the last day in Babenberg, Phoebe said.

“The trip was longer than planned.”

I chuckled and replied.

“You’re right. Phoebe, did you have a hard time adjusting to the food?”

Phoebe quickly waved her hands.

“No way. You took such good care of me, Your Ladyship. Babenberg is quite nice, except for the fact that it’s winter and I’m reluctant to go for walks.”

Even as she said this, Phoebe meticulously checked the luggage the maids had packed, opening each piece one by one.

“Oh my, look at all this luggage. You’ve given me so many gifts, Your Ladyship, it looks like we’re moving.”

Among the gifts Callisto had prepared, claiming they were Babenberg specialties, most were jewels and ornaments.

‘I wouldn’t have anything to say even if he insisted that magic stones were Babenberg specialties……’

I smiled as I watched her check the luggage, even carrying a list.

“Thank you, Phoebe.”

“Thank you? It’s my duty, of course.”

Phoebe soon left the room, saying she had more things to pack.

I stealthily got up and pulled out my diary.

Even as I flipped through the pages and touched the embossed pattern, I didn’t have high expectations.

‘The diary entries during the break are boring.’

The academy in the diary was on break.

The other princesses had returned to the Imperial Palace, Callisto had left for Babenberg indefinitely, and even Ernst had left the academy, saying he was going to Flavi.

Then, a few days ago, even Ren was summoned to the Magic Tower, leaving Louise to spend her days in melancholy.

But my eyes widened as I followed the newly appeared diary entry.

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