Who Spent the Night with the Tower Master (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 8
“Let me in, sister.”
S-sister?
“……Sister?”
“I’m younger, you know.”
That’s true, but…
“Since we’re going to get married anyway, let’s speak casually.”
At Gibnen’s words, Riley gave an awkward laugh.
“How could I possibly speak casually to you, my lord? We’re not exactly at the point of calling each other sister and brother.”
“Actually, if you think about it, we’re even closer than that.”
“…….”
“After all, we spent the night together—so technically, we’re at the ‘darling’ or ‘dear’ stage.”
What?
Riley’s mind went blank from the unexpected, blunt remark. Could this absurd behavior really be because of what happened last night?
“How long do you plan to keep me standing out here?”
“P-please come in……”
Though he’d told her to speak casually, the gap in their status was so stark that Riley couldn’t bring herself to do it easily, so she ultimately stepped aside politely.
“Are you planning to stand there forever?”
“……Why are you here?”
“Well, obviously because we have a lot to talk about.”
The atmosphere was completely different from just a moment ago.
Perhaps it was because he was acting overly familiar, as if treating her like an old friend—or maybe it was because his calling her “sister” made her realize he really was younger.
Either way, he settled himself as if he owned the room. Flustered by this clear reversal of host and guest roles, Riley sat down opposite him.
He smiled, staring straight at Riley, who had gone deathly pale.
“You look surprised.”
“Wouldn’t anyone be surprised if someone suddenly barged in and proposed?”
“Fair enough—I was surprised too.”
“What exactly are you up to?”
At Riley’s question, Gibnen chuckled softly and crossed his arms.
“What do you mean, ‘up to’? When a man and woman spend a night together, they ought to take responsibility, right?”
“For someone who constantly appears in gossip columns thanks to scandals, that doesn’t sound very convincing.”
“So you know quite a bit about me.”
“……I’ve just heard so much.”
Riley had often overheard the maids, Claire, and even her aunt chattering endlessly about him.
Beyond being a capable man who’d become Archmage at a young age, he was also famously known as the central figure in countless scandals involving numerous women.
How could anyone not know? The man was famous just by name alone, notorious for living exactly as he pleased—as if determined to claim all the fame the world had to offer.
And yet, marriage proposals never stopped pouring into House Lianster for one simple reason: despite all that, he possessed conditions attractive enough to outweigh every flaw.
“By the way… what exactly happened? Why are you doing this? Is your proposal sincere?”
“Of course. Why would you think it isn’t?”
“Because no matter how I think about it, I can’t understand what someone like you would gain from marrying me.”
“Must you always look at it that way? Maybe I just fell for you at first sight and decided to marry you.”
Fed up with his constant teasing, Riley snapped back.
“That’s such an absurd lie, even a stray dog wouldn’t believe it.”
“You have no romance in you.”
“If you were truly romantic, you wouldn’t have barged in out of nowhere and shoved a proposal in my face. And if you were the kind of man who took responsibility for spending one night with a woman, you wouldn’t have been tangled in countless scandals all this time.”
Had her emotions gotten the better of her? She’d slipped into casual speech without realizing. She flinched after saying it, but fortunately, Gibnen—who’d been the one to suggest speaking casually—didn’t seem to mind at all.
Seizing the chance, Riley decided to drop the formalities entirely.
“Oh, saying it like that makes me feel like a total piece of trash.”
“Don’t misunderstand—I’m not saying you’re bad. I just want a proper explanation for this ridiculous situation.”
Worried she’d been too harsh, Riley shyly lowered her eyes and fidgeted with her fingers. Seeing her act all cautious after speaking her mind, Gibnen chuckled.
“You’ve said your piece—why are you suddenly watching your step?”
“…….”
“No need to shrink back like that. I didn’t come here to eat you alive; if anything, I came to help.”
“……Help? With what?”
“This, for starters.”
Gibnen pulled something from his robes and held it out to Riley. It was an old scroll tied with a green string.
Riley untied the string and unrolled the paper—and froze before she could even begin reading.
“This is Father’s handwriting… How do you have this?”
“Your father left it for my master.”
Flustered, Riley started reading.
‘Dear Jung, you surely haven’t forgotten your vow to protect my daughter should anything happen to me. If this letter reaches you, it means I am no longer of this world. Please take good care of my girl. – Ryston Eadallin –’
“And the reason I have this letter is because my master left it to me right before he died.”
“…….”
“My master heard there were circumstances preventing him from taking you in himself. Maybe that’s why it’s been weighing on him all this time—he even left instructions for me.”
“……That’s impossible.”
Her father had died in a carriage accident—an unexpected tragedy. He hadn’t even left a will.
Yet the idea that he’d secretly left a letter for someone else was completely new to her. And judging by the contents, it almost seemed as if he’d known he would die.
And “Dear Jung”?
It made no sense that her father, who’d been nothing more than a humble country gentleman, would have been close friends with Horizon’s former Archmage and Grand Sorcerer.
‘But this handwriting is unmistakably Father’s…’
“In any case, I must honor the final wish my master left me before he died.”
“……But why marry me specifically?”
“At first, I was simply preparing to become your legal guardian, but as you know, things got a little tangled.”
“……So you didn’t know it was me that night when you helped me?”
“No. I only found out this morning, after you ran away from my bed—that the woman I’d spent the night with was Riley Eadallin. We never even exchanged names, after all.”
“…….”
“A scandal broke out right then, and I thought, ‘Well, this works out nicely.’”
“…….”
“Taking guardianship from Baron Ryan would involve complicated procedures anyway, and that suspicious, greedy man hardly seems likely to cooperate easily with me. Given how wary and distrustful he is—even rejecting an outrageously generous marriage proposal outright—it’s safe to assume the guardianship process would be even more tedious and frustrating.”
He wasn’t wrong. Ryan was both greedy and sharp-witted. If someone of Gibnen’s stature—as Archmage of Horizon—suddenly declared himself her guardian, Ryan would surely dig into every detail with deep suspicion.
He’d probably oppose it fiercely or scheme to squeeze out every possible advantage.
“And besides, even if it’s not Count Ermeintz, the baron might sell you off to someone else anytime. That would only complicate things further. Better to act quickly—I hate complications.”
“You seem to know my uncle very well.”
“Well, I should—I’ve dealt with his type countless times.”
“…….”
“Given all that, choosing marriage as a solution seems like the best option for now. Spending the night together is really just an excuse—this is a choice made for both our convenience.”
That cold, distant aura she’d sensed when they first met returned. It felt like he was drawing a clear line in their relationship.
His words—claiming to use marriage as a purely practical arrangement without personal motives—sounded harsh, yet honest and realistic, which Riley actually found appealing.
“I think it’s a proposal with no downsides for either of us.”
“…….”
“If I’m destined to be sold off to someone anyway, wouldn’t you—a young, capable, handsome, and vibrant man—be better than some perverted old geezer?”
The way he deliberately emphasized her fate of being “sold off” made it seem like he had a real talent for saying things in the most tactless way possible.
Moreover, he shamelessly highlighted his own merits—claiming he was handsome, capable, wealthy, and young.
His casual self-promotion should’ve been annoying, but since it was undeniably true, Riley couldn’t really argue—and instead found herself smiling.
It seemed there was truth to the saying that a handsome man’s face makes everything he says entertaining and pleasant.
His words might be as bitter as poison, but his radiant face remained endlessly amusing to look at.
‘This really is a proposal with no downside for me. If we marry… I’ll gain some freedom from Uncle’s control. I’ll be able to live more freely.’
But what about you?
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Okay with what?”
“Marrying the daughter of a lowly house… and an adopted one at that. Marriage is a major life decision, after all. You could marry a woman from a far better family. Is it really wise to base such a crucial choice solely on your master’s dying wish…?”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t know how it seems to you, sister, but to me, marriage isn’t a big deal. It’s something you do or don’t—nothing more, nothing less. Besides…”
Besides?
“It was quite satisfying.”
“What was?”
“Last night.”
Realizing he meant what happened in bed, Riley’s face flushed bright red.
“In fact, if your father knew his future son-in-law was me, he’d probably welcome it with open arms.”
“……Why?”
“Because your father, Ryston Eadallin, was not only my master’s friend—but also my father’s friend.”
“……Oh.”
Just who exactly was her father?
What was he that he had such incredible connections? And why had he kept it hidden all this time?
“Of course, the choice to accept or reject my proposal is entirely yours. If you refuse, I’ll consider pursuing the guardianship route instead. Since marriage means little to me, it might be a burden for you.”
Why would she refuse? There was nothing to lose. It wasn’t even worth overthinking—she was ready to accept immediately.
Just then, Gibnen added another point.
“Oh, and one more thing. Even though this marriage is based on mutual benefit, I have no intention of making it a marriage in name only. Regardless of how trivial marriage may seem to me, I believe we must fulfill its duties properly.”
“……What do you mean?”
“It means that once we become husband and wife, we must carry out all the responsibilities and duties that come with it.”
“…….”
“This includes producing an heir to continue the family line.”
In short, he meant they must fulfill their marital duties.
That surely included regularly sharing a bed to produce an heir. Since Riley had already shared his bed once, she didn’t feel particularly resistant.
After all… whoever she married, she’d have to fulfill those duties anyway. Better to do it with a man she’d already experienced once than with a complete stranger.
“Alright, I’ll do it.”
“You accepted surprisingly quickly and without hesitation.”
“As you said, if I’m destined to be sold off anyway, you seem like the better option. And…”
“And?”
“……This feels like the only time I’ve ever been given a real choice. Until now, my life has always been decided by others. I’ve never had any say.”
Until now, Riley’s life had been entirely dictated by Ryan’s will.
Though bound by the cage of “family,” she’d been treated worse than livestock—not as family at all. She’d lived without any power to decide for herself.
But this time, the choice was hers. She had absolutely no intention of wasting the chance to choose between marriage and guardianship.
There was no debate—being cared for as his wife was clearly the better option over being his ward.
As husband and wife, she’d gain more advantages, and most importantly, she’d finally escape the suffocating household register of Ryan Eadallin.
Moreover, legal familial ties through marriage carried far more weight than guardianship. If she were ever forced to marry into another house, her position would undoubtedly become awkward.
“And who in their right mind would pass up a chance to rise in status? But I have one request.”
“Go ahead.”
“I’ll faithfully fulfill my marital duties, but promise me that if I ever meet someone I truly love or decide I want to end this marriage, you’ll grant me a divorce without any conditions.”
“You’re already thinking about divorce before we’re even married?”
“One never knows what the future holds.”
“You’re quite cautious.”
“Even blood relatives treat me like this—how could I possibly trust a complete stranger like you 100%?”
“Fine, I promise.”
“……Thank you.”
“Oh, and Baron Ryan hasn’t given a definite answer yet.”
“…….”
He stared at Riley, whose face had darkened, and shrugged.
“But don’t worry too much about it.”
“……?”
“If Baron Ryan shows any sign of opposing the proposal, I’ll respond not with persuasion—but with threats. Intimidation is more my specialty than diplomacy.”
People with dirty secrets are perfect to toy with.
Gibnen’s following words were full of playful mischief, yet they didn’t sound like a mere joke. He was probably serious.
Despite his youth, he was clearly no pushover—enough to treat that fearsome uncle like a plaything…
“Well then, take care until our next meeting.”
He turned to leave, then reached out toward Riley. His hand touched her swollen cheek.
The moment his hand made contact, a faint light glowed, and warm energy seeped in, gradually reducing the swelling.
Once the swelling subsided, he gently touched the split on her lip. Fresh skin was already beginning to form over the scab.
“Don’t go getting hit anywhere else.”
“…….”
“Running away once is enough—don’t do anything foolish if you change your mind.”
He gave a soft chuckle and waved.
“See you later, sister.”
Then, without even looking back, he walked out.
He really knew how to deliver threats in the gentlest voice.
“He’s truly unpredictable—so meticulous. In that short time… he must have calculated everything before pulling this off…”
His invitation to House Eadallan had been deliberately planned.
But meeting him at the tower’s peak had been pure chance—and even spending the night together had been accidental.
He’d been busy hosting guests throughout the entire reception, after all—he was the event’s main host. He’d clearly intended to summon them to the capital first, then contact House Eadallan when a suitable opportunity arose.
But things had gone awry—and within that brief window, he’d devised a solution to untangle the mess: a mutually satisfying, rather plausible marriage arrangement.
Just like that, he’d turned people and situations upside down in an instant and vanished. Only afterward did the dizziness from his whirlwind actions catch up to her. It felt as if her energy had been completely drained—sucked right out of her.
‘Still… Father was especially close to Grand Sorcerer Jung?’
The shock still hadn’t faded.
She’d thought she knew everything about her father… yet he’d hidden such an incredible truth.
It was certainly awkward that the man who’d come bearing her father’s final words happened to be the one she’d accidentally spent the night with… but still, it was a far better option than being married off to some sickly old man.
In the end, it was precisely because of her father’s last wish that Horizon’s Archmage had come all this way—and even resorted to marriage as a means to take her in.
He would protect her—from her uncle.
Of course, she didn’t expect to become real family. If even blood relatives treated her this way, it would be foolish to hope a complete stranger could become the perfect family.
But one thing was certain—he was the one who would pull her out of this loathsome prison called Eadallin…
That was enough. This alone was reason enough to accept his proposal.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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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?