My Husband Was the Master of the Magic Tower - Chapter 122

There were a lot of things I wanted to talk about when we got home. I had to ask more about Dante’s mood swings and talk about the cracks I had seen earlier. Since I alone had countless guesses and couldn’t be certain of anything, a conversation with Dante was absolutely necessary.

However, before I could say anything more, as soon as Dante returned home, he barged into the room, asking to be left alone for a while. Because he needs time to think.

The house became quiet as if there was no one but me. I sat down at the table and thought I had no idea.

It’s true that something so great happened today that this peaceful day felt like a lie. However, it was impossible to estimate how much of a shock that incident brought to Dante.

Is he distraught when he suddenly hears that he might be going back to his original world? But rather than being disturbed, it’s more like…

He looked like someone sad.

I tilted my head back, leaned against the backrest, and stared blankly at the lights on the ceiling. After fixating my gaze for quite some time, I had the illusion of light gently spreading above my head. Every time I blink, an afterimage of light remains in the fleeting darkness.

After sitting there for a while, I realized that I was quite tired.

I woke up early in the morning and went out for a quick walk, but I ran so hard right before I got home that I felt like I had lost all my energy. Normally, when you exercise, you’ll at least clear your head, but that’s not the case. My body is in such a state that I can’t believe I was out for half a day.

I don’t think Dante will keep me waiting for long, so if I wait a little longer, he’ll open the door and come out. Then I’ll say we’ll talk later and take a nap first.

After I regain some strength, won’t my head become clearer than now? I will be able to think more clearly of what I need to ask Dante, what I want to ask him, and perhaps even what I need to hear.

There’s nowhere to run anyway, so if I grab him by the collar and ask him a question, I’ll be able to get him to open his mouth in no time. If I force to ask him that much, then…

This frustrating feeling will disappear as if washed away.

When I looked at the light for a long time, my eyes started to hurt more and more. As I blinked and lowered my head, I saw my shadow on the table.

If anyone saw it, it looked like I was alone and in trouble. We didn’t have a big argument or anything that could have hurt me, so why is my mood so negative?

To relieve the feeling of constantly crawling into a tunnel, I got up and walked towards the floor.

For some reason, unlike in the morning, even the air felt humid.

***

When I see a sky full of clouds and worry that it might rain, and spend time sitting anywhere and leafing through a book.

The last thing I remembered was that I thought I was getting sleepy.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rain in my ears and opened my eyes, and before I knew it, I was lying on the bed.

“…?”

What, when did I fall asleep?

When I managed to get up in a dazed state of consciousness, I saw a room filled with pitch black darkness. I looked around vaguely, but I couldn’t tell anything other than that a lot of time had passed.

I got off the bed, stepped on the floor, and saw an electronic clock that glowed clearly even in the dark. Time… has already passed, it’s evening already.

My head was pounding, probably because I slept too long. Pressing my forehead between my eyes out of habit, I tried to remember what I was doing the last time.

I was definitely reading a book, and suddenly a bookshelf caught my eye, so I started organizing the bookshelf, which I had no interest in my whole life, but I stopped halfway because I thought it was such a hard time… I just went and lay down on the sofa.

It seems that I only intended to close my eyes when he lay down, but I seemed to be unable to overcome his fatigue and fell asleep soundly. At this level, it can’t be called a nap.

But now I got up from the bed, not the sofa. Unless I walked in on my own while I was sleeping, it was as if Dante had carried me while I was sleeping.

Now that I think about it, where is Dante?

After roughly straightening my hair that had become matted from sleeping, I hurriedly walked out of the room. The temperature of the floor felt cold under my feet, so the more I walked, the more I felt like I was coming back to my senses.

“Dante?”

The lights were off throughout the house, as was my room, so the first thing I did was find the switch and turn it on. At first, I was just wondering why the lights weren’t on, but the more I looked around the house, the more other emotions began to fill me.

Dante was nowhere to be found.

In the narrow house with nowhere to hide, I couldn’t see him anywhere.

“…”

It felt like all the blood was draining from my body in an instant. I hurriedly ran to the front door and noticed that Dante’s shoes, which he had worn today, were gone.

Did he go outside?

For a moment, I was almost imagining the worst, and I tried to think that Dante was just going out, yet that effort was quickly in vain.

‘Just’ going out. For Dante, who was unfamiliar with this dimension, going out was like being thrown into danger.

I tried to explain to Dante all the most basic and essential knowledge needed to live in this dimension, but I’m not sure if that was enough. As someone who lived here from the beginning, I couldn’t guess how much Dante would be unfamiliar with, and sometimes I had to explain every detail that I thought Dante would know.

So, whenever he went outside, I always went out with him, and even when I was right next to him, I would check on Dante’s condition from time to time.

He went out alone while I was sleeping.

Leaving me alone in a world too dangerous for someone from another dimension.

When I thought about it, I really felt like I was going to turn around. I picked up my cell phone without thinking, but realized that Dante didn’t have this item and put it down. My cell phone, one of the things I missed most in this dimension, seemed like the most useless thing in the world at this moment.

Did Dante leave something behind? Why, something like a note or memo. If he left so suddenly, he might have left something behind.

Trying to suppress my impatience, I searched the desk, the dining table, and even other places where there seemed to be no notes, but I couldn’t find any traces of Dante anywhere in the house.

Then, when I found a coat that hadn’t changed in any way from where I had taken it off earlier, I wondered where it had really gone.

As I continued to wander around the house, the sound of rain pouring from afar came into my ears.

“…Ah.”

The moment I raised my head and looked out the window, my hand slipped and the coat fell to the floor. It had suddenly become dark, and heavy rain was falling as if there was a hole in the dark sky.

Without even thinking about picking up the coat I dropped, I slowly walked to the window. Now that I think about it, a stupid thought lingers in my head: I woke up earlier because of the sound of rain.

I already thought it was cloudy since the afternoon. As if the musty air I had been subconsciously feeling wasn’t an illusion, I could even hear the sound of thunder outside.

The rain hitting the window was so strong that it could be felt even inside the house. At first glance, it didn’t seem like a passing shower. When did it start raining?

Dante in this rain…

I brought my mind back to the surface, which had almost sunk for a moment, and hurriedly approached the front door. I opened the cabinet right next to it to see if there were any missing umbrellas, but they were all in their proper place.

He suddenly went outside, yet didn’t leave a comment, didn’t take any clothes, and even though it was raining right now, he didn’t even bring an umbrella.

My long-standing habit of quickly regaining my composure as soon as I felt anxious, even without trying to do so, was useless at this moment. I was getting more restless than ever, trying to get dressed, but stopped, wondering what would happen if Dante came back while I was out.

I don’t know when Dante left, where he went, or even why he left. What if he goes out for no reason and the paths diverge further?

While I couldn’t make any decisions, the sound of the rain getting stronger was confusing me even more.

In reality, it only lasted a few minutes, but after what seemed like forever to me, I prepared to go out, thinking that I had to go out to find him, even if the paths eventually diverged.

Dante knows the password too, so he’ll be waiting inside when he gets home. In fact, it might be better for Dante to come home on his own before I find him.

If I can’t find Dante even if I search for a long time, and even if I do, if Dante is already in danger…

I reflexively gasped. My common sense, which hadn’t yet completely disappeared, was pointing out where to start, yet my cold, frozen hands weren’t even able to properly carry the umbrella.

Why on earth did you go out alone, Dante? If you wanted to go out, you should have woken me up.

…Or did he want to avoid me to the point of going out alone?

The moment I bit my lip and opened the front door, forcing myself to take the steps that I couldn’t fall.

There was a shadow so black that it filled my entire space.

“…Dante.”

The moment our eyes met, my mouth automatically opened as if it was waiting to call his name.

In front of me, who was dumbfounded, Dante smiled faintly.