Who Spent the Night with the Tower Master (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
“Want to sleep and go?”
What could that possibly mean?
Was it simply suggesting they sleep and leave tomorrow? Or did it mean he wanted to be intimate again?
“…What do you mean?”
“It depends on how you interpret it.”
“Are you asking me to do it with you?”
“It’s not exactly what I meant, but if you want to, I won’t stop you.”
Do it or don’t—was he saying she could do whatever she pleased?
Riley stared intently at the bold younger man. Yet the one who’d made such a loaded remark seemed utterly carefree.
What thoughts lay hidden behind that calm mask? Was he teasing her? Or was his comment truly meaningless? Or did it carry some other intention?
‘He’s skilled.’
She thought he was remarkably adept at manipulating people.
He seemed exceptionally capable of controlling situations and steering them to his advantage—just one question had already stirred so many thoughts in her.
‘…I don’t want to go.’
Honestly, she didn’t want to return to Rufla.
Though they’d only met a few times, Riley didn’t dislike the man standing before her.
It wasn’t affection, but her fondness was clear. After all, there was no real reason to dislike him—he’d been the one to annul that hellish engagement.
Moreover, he was the kind of person who naturally aroused curiosity.
She was curious about him. Since they were going to marry anyway, she wanted to understand him a little better.
“Oh, who might this be?”
Just as she was lost in thought, someone interrupted their conversation.
Both Riley and Gibnen simultaneously turned toward the voice’s owner.
“Fancy meeting you here.”
“Oh.”
A faint trace of annoyance flickered across Gibnen’s face—but only for an instant. He immediately composed himself, transforming into a master of polished hospitality.
“It’s been a while, Lord Felthro.”
The man he greeted was a middle-aged nobleman.
The man named Felthro stroked his beard, showing clear delight.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the reception despite your kind invitation. My return was delayed beyond schedule.”
“Did you return today?”
“Yes, ah—by the way, I have a meeting here with a buyer. Won’t you join me? It’s the very buyer you asked me to introduce you to before.”
“No, I have an important engagement right now. Perhaps another time, if the opportunity arises.”
“Oh, really? That’s a shame. As you know, he’s connected to Lord Tencas, known as the Mining King of Forenco. Haven’t steel demands surged lately due to mass-produced magical artifacts? Raw material prices have skyrocketed absurdly. Many are trying to secure deals with Lord Tencas—it’s the perfect opportunity now…”
The middle-aged man glanced briefly at Riley standing beside Gibnen, likely assuming his “important matter” involved a woman. Riley, catching the hint, spoke up.
“My lord Gibnen, this seems like an important business matter—please go ahead.”
“You’re more important.”
“But I have to return anyway. It doesn’t seem right to stay another day here. I’d rather go back and rest comfortably—home is always more relaxing than a strange place.”
“Very well, then. Truly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
Gibnen fell silent, lost in thought.
After a brief hesitation, he took Riley’s hand.
“…Understood. Please go on ahead. I’ll escort the lady back—these nights have grown dangerous lately.”
“You’re still as romantic as ever. Go safely—I’ll be waiting.”
After Lord Felthro left, Gibnen furrowed his brow.
“I wanted to stay together a little longer.”
“…We’ll see plenty of each other after marriage, whether we like it or not.”
“That’s why it’s hard to see you before then.”
Riley suddenly realized how strange this conversation felt.
Wasn’t this the kind of exchange lovers would have?
“This… sounds far too much like a lovers’ conversation.”
“For people about to become spouses, such talk isn’t unusual.”
I suppose so.
“Be clear about everything. Even if our marriage is based on a contract and mutual convenience, I have no intention of treating my married life carelessly. You’ll need to meet me halfway on this, sister. After all, we’ll be living as a real married couple—a very affectionate and loving one.”
He seemed like the type who always sought clarity.
Was his perfectionist nature showing even here? Riley nodded understandingly.
“I’ll escort you.”
“…Alright.”
He held out his hand. Riley hesitated briefly before taking it.
It felt strange.
Coming here, meeting him, receiving his help, spending an unexpected night together… and now even making marriage promises.
It was unbelievable that all this had happened in just three days. And now, speaking casually and going on dates so naturally—
Even though they weren’t real lovers.
She’d thought they belonged to entirely different worlds—people who could never truly intertwine.
Yet walking side by side, hand in hand… even though she knew it was merely a performance for others, it still felt oddly real.
Outwardly, they’d become spouses, but their relationship was closer to guardian and ward—yet his perfectly polished manner, as if treating her like a true lover, felt so genuine it was almost convincing.
She wondered if it was really necessary to go this far—but at the same time, she didn’t dislike being treated this way.
Even if everything felt artificial, in this moment, she truly felt like someone special.
“Welcome. How many passengers will be using the service?”
“One lady here.”
“Your destination?”
At the teleporter attendant’s question, Riley answered for him.
“Soboster.”
“I’ll pay the fare with my own magic.”
“Understood. I’ll prepare immediately.”
Now it was truly time to part.
“I’ll go.”
The teleportation preparations were complete. The teleporter began to activate.
Gibnen waved. As Riley raised her hand in reply, his figure vanished from sight, replaced by a hazy glow.
A remote mountain village, filled only with darkness.
She was back.
Back to the place she’d desperately tried to escape.
Her first outing—so unreal and exhilarating it felt like a dream—had ended just like that.
[This is the timeline separator]After sending Riley off, Gibnen’s meeting with Lord Felthro and the buyer he’d introduced went smoothly.
He’d also secured an agreement with Tencas, the Mining King of Forenco.
Now that the reception was over and his goal of contacting Riley Eadallin had been fully achieved, Gibnen finally felt at ease. He loosened his tie and lay down on the bed.
He prided himself on having endured an utterly chaotic schedule.
With his eyes closed, Gibnen recalled his master’s final moments.
“No matter what happens, you must protect that child.”
“Why are you dumping your responsibilities on me?”
“Because it’s not something I can handle myself. You’re better suited than I am.”
“…So now you expect me to spend my whole life taking care of someone else?”
“Guard her well.”
“And if I fail? Caring for others isn’t really my forte.”
“…Then kill her yourself. Never let her fall into ‘their’ hands. Never.”
“What an unlucky old man.”
He’d died on his own terms—messily, without grace—and left behind a mountain of burdens.
Now, as a result, Gibnen was about to enter a marriage he’d never even considered. Should he be grateful for starting a family early, or despair over a life inevitably tied to Riley Eadallin?
‘How bothersome.’
He simply wasn’t the type to care for or look after anyone.
Especially not someone requiring delicate attention, like a woman or a child. Ever since his master’s death and the sudden weight dumped onto him, life had become exhausting.
But as a disciple, he couldn’t ignore his master’s final words—what choice did he have?
He’d just have to do as instructed.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
He’d felt a vague unease lingering—and now remembered one more task left undone.
Gibnen rose from the bed.
Then hurried off somewhere.
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“I’m getting married.”
Gibnen’s bombshell announcement froze the movements of the two people enjoying their meal.
One was his father and head of the Lianster family, Alton Lianster. The other was his twin sister, Rivne Lianster.
His twin sister Rivne, in particular, glared at Gibnen as if utterly exasperated.
“Are you insane? Even if you’re a hopeless scoundrel, deciding to marry without consulting the family? Have you completely lost your mind? Are you trying to provoke a crisis right now?”
“My marriage is my own decision—why should you make such a fuss?”
“Marriage isn’t just your personal affair—it’s a major matter for the entire family!”
“That’s why I chose a woman you’d all truly approve of.”
Alton Lianster, who had been silently listening to their exchange, asked in a composed voice,
“Who is she?”
“You’ll like her too, Father.”
“I mean, whose daughter is she?”
“She’s Lady Ryston’s daughter.”
Alton, who had maintained an indifferent demeanor until now, froze. Uncharacteristically startled, he stared at Gibnen.
“…Ryston has a daughter?”
“Yes, well…”
“How did you find out?”
“My master told me before he passed away.”
Alton stroked his beard with a grave expression.
“…This is troubling.”
“You don’t approve? I thought you’d welcome this marriage more than anyone. Master said you and Lord Ryston were exceptionally close.”
“…I had no idea Ryston even had a daughter. I didn’t even know he was still alive. Of course, if she’s his daughter, I’d be pleased—but I wonder if she’s someone you can truly handle.”
“I’ve already met her, and she’s well within my capacity to manage.”
“That’s just you speaking without understanding.”
Rivne cut into the father-son conversation.
“Who is Ryston anyway?”
“Father’s friend.”
“I’ve never heard of him.”
“Neither have I.”
“Is this a scam? Did you verify properly?”
“I’m not you.”
“Hey!”
“Enough.”
Alton mediated between them, smiling contentedly as he patted Gibnen’s shoulder.
“Well, if she’s Ryston’s daughter… there’s truly no better bride for our family. Though there are concerns, Yung must have had his reasons to entrust her to you. Anyway, Gibnen, it seems you’ve finally come to your senses.”
He was genuinely happy.
The thought of never again seeing his son’s name splashed across front-page scandals alongside countless women brought him peace of mind.
He especially shuddered remembering when his reckless son rejected the Ninth Imperial Princess’s proposal—it had been truly horrifying.
Having to appear before the Emperor himself to offer a half-hearted defense for his son had made him wish he could disown Gibnen on the spot.
Under normal circumstances, rejecting an imperial princess’s proposal would have warranted annihilation of the entire family.
But thanks to their status as a founding noble house, Gibnen’s ownership of Horizon—the Empire’s most crucial stronghold, the Grand Magic Tower—and the Emperor’s own reluctance to accept such a scandal-prone man as a son-in-law, Gibnen had narrowly escaped with his life.
Still, since the Ninth Princess was born to Empress Vianez rather than a mere consort, it was clear Gibnen had fallen firmly out of the Empress’s favor.
Even now, recalling that incident made Alton shiver. Because of his unruly son, he still had to tread carefully around the Emperor and Empress whenever entering the palace.
“So when will you bring her?”
“I’ve sent her back for now.”
“Why?”
“Her uncle said it wouldn’t be appropriate to send her immediately.”
“Ryston had living relatives?”
Gibnen looked at his father incredulously.
“You claim to be close friends, yet you know nothing about him?”
“He was always such an eccentric fellow. That rascal would vanish without a word and never send so much as a letter.”
“I see.”
“So what’s her family like?”
“A hopeless household. They run small-scale charities, but even a cursory glance reveals numerous shady dealings. They’re a baronial family governing a minor frontier territory—you wouldn’t know them, Father.”
“Which territory do they belong to?”
“I believe it’s called Rufla.”
“Never heard of it.”
“It’s a tiny speck of land on the frontier, probably under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Kyiv.”
Rivne, who had been silently listening to their conversation, stood up in shock.
“A baronial family? Not even a count—just a baron? And you want to form a marital alliance with some obscure, nameless baronial house from the frontier? After rejecting the Ninth Princess, you’re marrying the daughter of some lowly frontier family? …Are you joking right now?”
“What does family status matter? For us, the priority is whether she can produce pure-blooded mages.”
“There are plenty of outstanding mages from prestigious families! And the Ninth Princess is a mage too!”
“She had magic power so minuscule it’s embarrassing to even call her a mage.”
“What does that matter? The Lianster bloodline is strong enough! Whether her magic is weak or not, marrying a mage will naturally produce a mage heir—what’s the problem?”
“If I’m going to marry anyway, I’d rather marry someone with abundant magic than someone with barely any.”
“No matter how you look at it, how can you marry into such a nameless family…? This is a disgrace to the Lianster name, Father! Our statuses simply don’t match!”
It was only natural for nobles of similar standing to socialize and intermarry.
The era when nobles merely held government posts and idled away their days was long gone. Now, nobles didn’t just seek official positions—they built and expanded their own enterprises to accumulate wealth.
Alliances between noble houses were essential to compensate for each other’s weaknesses and, more importantly, to cooperate for mutual prosperity.
For the Liansters—one of the Empire’s three great ducal houses—to ally with an obscure frontier baronial family lacking even basic standing was tantamount to degrading their own status.
Thus, Rivne assumed Alton would vehemently oppose this marriage.
But.
“I support it.”
“Father! Why on earth?”
“Because she’s Ryston’s child.”
“Who exactly is this Ryston person that you’re making such a fuss over?”
“Ryston was a mage whose talent surpassed even Yung’s. Any mage considering succession would covet such bloodline.”
“…A mage who surpassed Master? I’ve never even heard his name.”
Alton didn’t bother answering Rivne. Instead, he spoke firmly to Gibnen.
“Do others know about this?”
“No.”
“Good. Before word spreads that she’s Ryston’s child… hurry the marriage and place her under your protection as soon as possible.”
“That’s my intention.”
Had father and son both gone mad?
Rivne glared at them in disbelief, then stormed out of the dining room. Alton clicked his tongue.
“When will that temper of hers ever improve? Though yours is even worse, I admit.”
Instead of replying, Gibnen simply smiled. He then placed a neatly cut piece of meat into his mouth and chewed slowly. For someone with such a prickly disposition who’d just dropped a bombshell, his knife work was remarkably elegant.
“I worry that your foul temper might drive that girl away.”
Alton worried in a completely different way than Rivne. While Rivne feared damage to the Lianster name, Alton worried whether Riley could endure Gibnen’s difficult personality.
He loved Gibnen as his son, but truly, he was an utterly hopeless scoundrel—especially when it came to women.
Of course, not all the scandals swirling around him were true, but it was undeniable that his romantic relationships were exceedingly casual.
He never stopped those who came, nor held onto those who left. He wasn’t the type to obsess over others or invest genuine feelings.
To him, romance was merely “a light thing one could try,” and relationships formed that way were anything but serious. This had always been his approach to human connections—especially private ones.
One might call it freedom, but in truth, it was behavior deserving of condemnation.
Failing to treat someone sincerely when they offer you sincerity is deception.
This was what troubled Alton.
“Treat her well.”
“I’m putting in as much effort as I possibly can.”
“…”
“I’ll manage her so thoroughly she won’t even think of running away.”
“That’s precisely the problem. You lack sincerity in relationships. Everything’s calculated. One day, you’ll deeply regret it.”
Even referring to human relationships as “management” laid bare his fundamental flaw.
Alton voiced this concern with genuine advice, but Gibnen merely smiled dismissively and continued eating.
He gave no answer.
Recognizing this silent gesture as Gibnen’s way of saying he’d handle things himself, Alton sighed softly.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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Yes, they are clearly prepared to take their objections to the wall. Wait, I’m getting an update from our team in the field…
Girl has been poorly raised. She’d best learn some manners right quick.
murder and torture, no question or hesitation, But this? This is where you flinch? I hope they all get whats coming to them