Who Spent the Night with the Tower Master (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The day of departure for the capital, Blesstige.
From early morning, the Eadallin baronial household was in an uproar.
“No, why are you making me lend my dress to her?!”
Riley, who had no dress to wear to the reception, ended up borrowing Claire’s.
Of course, this decision had been made without any regard for Claire’s wishes. And as expected, Claire threw a fit.
Baroness Eadallin gently soothed her furious young daughter.
“But what can we do? Riley doesn’t have a dress to wear.”
“That’s her problem to solve! She should go buy one at a shop! Or get one custom-made—she should figure it out herself! Why should she wear someone else’s clothes?”
“Just bear with it this once, Claire. Do you think anyone wanted to put you in this position? It’s a formal occasion, and proper attire is expected, but we simply had no other option. Dresses aren’t made overnight. Besides, it’s only for one night—buying a whole new dress just for Riley would be a waste of money.”
“Then just get any old ready-made dress!”
“But it’s a formal event—how can we let her wear just anything? That would disgrace our family name.”
“Her even attending is already a disgrace to our family name! You should’ve convinced Father otherwise!”
“It’s not something Father can refuse. The Archmage himself sent the invitation directly to Riley. As a baron, how could Father possibly defy his command? Hmm? Calm down. Just close your eyes and endure it once.”
Since buying a new dress was too costly, yet sending Riley in just anything was unacceptable, the solution they settled on was having Riley wear Claire’s cherished dress.
It saved money and still gave the appearance of being properly dressed—clearly the best choice under the circumstances.
But Claire wouldn’t calm down easily.
They thought her tantrum would go on, yet it didn’t last long.
“What’s all this commotion?”
“Oh, Father.”
“Why is there so much noise? What’s going on?”
“…Oh, nothing at all.”
The spoiled child who acted like a brat in front of her mother became a demure young lady before her father.
Understandably so—Ryan was quite strict with his daughter. He had raised Claire firmly and decisively, aiming to marry her into a prestigious noble house. Thus, Claire was especially afraid of him.
Once Claire stopped her outburst, the servants—who had been frozen in place—finally relaxed, and the baroness let out a long sigh, looking as though she’d aged ten years.
“Then let’s depart.”
It was finally time to leave for the capital, Blesstige. Since they were traveling with only the bare minimum entourage, they decided to bring just three maids to assist with dressing and three guards.
Even so, considering this was a journey to the capital—and though he was merely acting as steward of a small territory—the procession of a junior lord looked embarrassingly modest.
Of course, given Ryan’s reputation as a successful philanthropist, even this appearance could be conveniently packaged as humble, commoner-like frugality.
Though calling him a philanthropist was generous—he exploited pitiful people behind the scenes while feigning sympathy up front to profit from their plight. Many ought to know he was truly a despicable villain.
“Father, are we using the teleporter?”
“There’s simply not enough time to travel by carriage or train.”
“Wow, teleportation!”
This was precisely why they brought only a minimal entourage.
Teleporter. A newly distributed, cutting-edge magical artifact, the teleporter was the finest and most advanced means of travel, capable of transporting users instantly to any desired location.
Originally exclusive to mages, it had recently been commercialized and was now accessible to ordinary people as well.
As a long-distance travel method, mages with magical power could use it by paying with their own mana, whereas most commoners had to pay with money.
Naturally, the teleporter’s fee was absurdly expensive—roughly equivalent to what an average commoner would earn after working for two full years.
While prominent capitalists and high-ranking nobles used it as casually as eating a meal, for a mere baron—a junior lord from a remote region—it was an amount so exorbitant it felt like spitting blood.
“It’s my first time using a teleporter—I’m so excited!”
“Claire, I understand you’re happy, but calm yourself. There are many eyes watching.”
“Oh! Yes, Mother.”
“And once we reach the capital, don’t go showing your true feelings so openly. That place is filled not just with teleporters, but all kinds of magical artifacts and mages. Don’t draw attention to yourselves as provincial bumpkins—behave properly.”
In short, don’t embarrass yourselves by acting like country bumpkins.
Claire, flustered by her mother’s words, fidgeted with her fingertips and nodded. Then she composed her expression.
It was rather amusing. It was obvious she was thrilled at the prospect of experiencing teleportation, yet outwardly she put on such an air of haughtiness.
At the same time, it was impressive. If nothing else, her ability to shift expressions so instantly was truly a unique skill no one else could match.
“Riley.”
“…Yes, Uncle.”
“You’ll pay with your mana to come along.”
“…”
“Your father was a mage, so you must have some mana too.”
Riley was genuinely flustered.
“Do I even have mana? I’ve never been tested. I’m not even registered as a mage.”
Mages are registered as such alongside their birth records, so one could never be unaware of their own status as a mage.
Riley believed she wasn’t a mage—after all, she wasn’t registered as one. Yet Ryan insisted stubbornly.
“I’m just telling you to try. There’s no need to spend money unnecessarily.”
He made his reluctance to spend money so blatantly obvious that it was utterly unbecoming. Riley felt disillusioned with her uncle.
‘Why did I ever cling so desperately to those foolish people, seeking their love and approval…’
Now, she wanted nothing more than to refuse being tied to them as family.
“Welcome. We’ll need to verify your reservation details. May I have your name, please?”
“Ryan Eadallin.”
The staff member, who appeared to manage the teleporter, wore specially crafted spectacles and scanned Ryan from head to toe. The glasses began to shimmer briefly before the glow faded.
“Identity confirmed. Teleportation to Blesstige. You’ve reserved for nine people, correct?”
“That’s right.”
“How would you like to pay?”
“This child will pay with mana, and the rest will pay with money.”
“I see. Understood. Miss, please come this way first.”
Following the attendant’s instructions, Riley entered the teleporter first.
“Do you have your mage identification?”
“No.”
“Did you leave your ID at home?”
Riley hesitated to answer rashly. Instead, Ryan, who had been listening, quickly interjected.
“She left her ID at home. The renewal period had passed, but the child was ill and bedridden, so we couldn’t process the renewal in time…”
“I see. Please renew it as soon as possible then. A mage ID is mandatory for using magical artifacts, so do remember to bring it next time. Miss, please place your hand into this slot.”
Following the attendant’s guidance, she inserted her hand. Inside the slot lay a small crystal orb, which began glowing red as soon as her hand touched it.
“Alright then, we’ll begin transport.”
A wave of intense heat enveloped her body. Simultaneously, dazzling multicolored sparks burst forth, filling her vision with vibrant hues. An indescribable sensation wrapped around her entire being, her sense of weight vanished, and she felt as if her body were floating into the air.
Then, in an instant, her kaleidoscopic vision turned pure white.
Blink.
Riley blinked her eyes a few times.
“Welcome. We’re delighted to have you in Blesstige. Enjoy your time.”
The teleporter attendant stationed at Blesstige offered a welcoming greeting.
Riley stared blankly at the scenery unfolding before her eyes.
An overwhelming splendor, incomparable to the modest village of her small territory—where mountains and tiny buildings clustered tightly together.
Towering structures, rising endlessly toward the sky, formed a colossal forest like a single immense tree. Brilliant night lights illuminated the darkness with dazzling radiance, and the great river encircling the city shimmered beautifully, reflecting its magnificent night view.
“So this is Blesstige…”
A land where only the chosen were permitted to reside. A place drawing the empire’s most influential figures from politics and finance. A dreamland for those who coveted power and wealth.
The dazzling lights and brilliant glare sent shivers coursing through her entire body.
Gazing upon the vast, grand metropolis, she felt her breath catch. She finally realized just how narrow and dim the place she’d lived in truly was.
She felt strangely unsettled, realizing just how foolish her life had been—huddled in that tiny world, fretting endlessly—
…just how much of a frog in a well she’d truly been.
Her heart began pounding wildly. A fierce desire surged within her—to leap immediately into this vast, beautiful city and the boundless world beyond. Curiosity, longing, and elation toward this unexperienced, unknown realm swirled chaotically inside her.
She felt strongly that something was about to change.
Externally, and internally.
[This is the timeline separator]The reception commemorating the new Archmage’s inauguration, hosted by ‘Horizon Mage Tower’.
Held in the central hall of the Mage Tower, the reception was as grand and splendid as everyone had anticipated.
The moment they stepped out of their carriage, elaborately adorned guests filled their view. The sea of people shimmered and dazzled even more brilliantly than the crystal chandeliers suspended in the air.
The red carpet, extravagantly laid all the way to the entrance, was delicately embroidered with golden thread, and the attendees—dressed even more lavishly than the carpet itself—stole everyone’s attention like a living painting.
“Wow, ah!”
Claire gasped in awe before hastily covering her mouth with her hand and glancing around nervously.
She had worn the most extravagant and ornate dress she owned, yet compared to the peacock-like splendor of the people here, she looked utterly plain.
And Riley, dressed in something even more modest, was beyond needing mention.
‘It’s like an entirely different world.’
She wondered if she’d ever witness such a sight again in her lifetime. It was that magnificent, refined, and extravagantly opulent.
Throughout the central hall, tables were laden with the finest desserts and wines, and true to its reputation as one of the kingdom’s premier Mage Towers, the hall itself was as vast and spacious as a castle.
“Goodness, Mother! Look over there—isn’t that Robert Pelita? He’s an incredibly famous and successful actor these days!”
Claire seemed to recognize several people present.
At first, Riley thought perhaps Claire had thoroughly researched and studied a guest list beforehand—but she soon realized that wasn’t the case.
This event had drawn not only political and financial elites but also numerous celebrities from various fields.
Famous stage actors, painters, pianists, fashion designers, ministers, and even journalists from major news outlets were all present in abundance. Familiar faces often seen in media reports were everywhere.
They all exchanged greetings naturally, their interactions radiating the ease of longtime acquaintances.
‘It feels like we’re the only ones completely out of place.’
Claire, who had arrived so confidently determined to find a fiancé here, now looked utterly deflated and cowed by the venue’s grandeur and splendor.
She was clearly realizing firsthand just how distant her own world was from true high society.
Baron Ryan seemed to be desperately searching for someone he knew, trying to strike up a conversation, while the baroness trailed anxiously behind him, constantly scanning their surroundings.
Seeing them so utterly dazed was so absurd it made Riley want to laugh. The people she’d thought were wolves were actually just puppies playing at being fierce. Those who’d acted so arrogantly were truly nothing but frogs in a well.
‘I’ll just keep a low profile and slip away.’
It was fortunate they were so distracted—if they stayed like this, there was a good chance they wouldn’t even notice her leaving quietly.
‘But… where would I even go after running away…?’
The real problem was where to flee once she left the party.
She’d already considered running off recklessly—but what then? She couldn’t live away from home forever. If Ryan filed a missing persons report, she’d likely be forced back and made to go through with the wedding without escape.
Besides, she didn’t know the city’s layout at all. She doubted the money she had would even cover a night’s lodging here.
Now that she was actually here, everything felt bleak. The world she’d imagined vaguely in her mind was vastly different from the reality before her.
Just then—
“The Archmage has arrived.”
The crowd stirred unusually, all eyes converging on one spot.
At the end of their gazes, a brand-new levistone carriage—priced exorbitantly—came to a halt. Clearly a newly developed vehicle from Horizon Mage Tower, it was a state-of-the-art transport equipped not with horses but with levistones that floated through the air.
Perhaps because it hadn’t been officially released yet, it drew even more attention.
As this happened, the person who stepped out of the premium levistone carriage instantly captured everyone’s focus.
‘So that’s Horizon’s new Archmage…’
A man stepping onto the red carpet in clearly expensive shoes—his presence stole her gaze the moment she saw him.
A man she’d never seen before. Yet intensely striking.
He drew people’s attention for many reasons—not merely because of his brilliant social standing as the young Archmage, rightful heir of the Lianster family, and genius mage.
His leisurely, unhurried gait exuded elegance and dignity, suggesting noble bloodline, and above all—he was astonishingly young. He looked so youthful, it was shocking even if one had heard he was young.
Moreover, while she’d only heard he was young, she’d never known his silver hair was blindingly bright, that he possessed flawless smooth white skin, or that his gray eyes resembled sharp, icy blades.
She’d heard he was handsome, but never imagined it to this extent. He was a man armed not just with beauty, but with a brilliance that defied mere handsomeness.
Combined with his untouchable aura, it was only natural that onlookers were left speechless.
‘…So someone like that really exists.’
Even if she didn’t want to look, her eyes moved toward him involuntarily. It was irresistible—her gaze, interest, and curiosity kept drifting his way.
This wasn’t just true for Riley; everyone gathered at the party was the same. Envious, jealous, yearning, and curious eyes all poured onto a single person.
Afraid she’d lose her mind if she kept staring, Riley quickly turned her eyes away—and immediately spotted Claire, who looked as if her soul had already half-fled her body.
Good heavens—anyone could see that was the face of a girl smitten with love.
She’d always thought “love at first sight” was the most romantic yet absurd nonsense imaginable—but seeing certain people here, it seemed that ridiculous notion might not be so ridiculous after all.
‘Ah, this isn’t the time for that.’
Just as Riley finally snapped out of her daze and resolved to leave immediately—
“Why, who might this be? Baron Eadallin!”
Someone approached Ryan. Riley, standing right behind him, froze on the spot like a stone upon seeing the approaching figure.
The man walked with difficulty, leaning on a jeweled cane in one hand while supported by an attendant on the other.
His face and hands were deeply wrinkled, his ugliness barely concealed by makeup and jewels, his bulging fat threatening to burst through his clothes, and his few remaining strands of hair hung limply in greasy curls.
A man who stood out starkly—but for entirely different reasons than the Archmage just moments before.
“Lord Ermeintz.”
The dreaded fiancé had arrived.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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Calling her sister while discussing how she will be treated as your wife is so weird
murder and torture, no question or hesitation, But this? This is where you flinch? I hope they all get whats coming to them
yikes girl, these are not good dreams. at this point is the sleep even doing anything?