I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 122

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Chapter 122
“Margaret…”
At that moment, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid spoke quietly, washing his face with dry hands.
“Margaret might have returned to the cave where we were originally staying.”
His desperate voice carried both longing and a fragile thread of hope.
However, Kaiden and Archbishop Luzef were somewhat skeptical of the suggestion that Margaret might return.
The last expression they remembered on Margaret Rose Flone’s face had been filled with betrayal.
“Still, I think it would be wise to examine the cave once more. What if we split into groups and search?”
At Archbishop Luzef’s question, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid merely nodded silently, while Kaiden stared fixedly at the dirty Dirt Ground.
An uncomfortable silence settled between them once more.
After a long moment, Enoch—uncharacteristically—spat out a curse and hurled the Cloth Pieces he’d been holding to the ground. They were fragments of Margaret Rose Flone’s Dress.
The item was presumed to have been inside her Cross Bag, and following this trace, they had come all this way, far from the Cave.
“Damn it, isn’t this all because of some pointless plan we devised?”
At Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s reproach, spoken as though he’d lost all rationality, Kaiden sprang to his feet in response.
“Are you blaming me? I was under the impression that Your Highness also agreed to the plan?”
At Kaiden’s words, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid irritably unfastened the Buttons on his Shirt sleeves and rolled them up. Then, swinging his wrists, he glared at Kaiden provocatively—as though he wanted a fight.
“Did it seem like I was blaming? I agreed to that plan just as the Lord did, so I had no intention of blaming anyone—but it seems you’re feeling guilty about something.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid clenched his teeth, suppressing the emotions boiling up from within. His face looked unusually urgent and anxious, unlike his normal demeanor.
“Damn it, are you really saying that now…!”
The two grappled with each other, seizing each other’s collars. Fists flew, and they rolled across the ground without restraint.
Archbishop Luzef frowned as though observing savage beasts and stepped back at a distance.
That was when Diego Bastian Vilterheim intervened. He approached Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and Kaiden in a single stride, separated them both at a distance, and then gestured to Archbishop Luzef.
“Restrain him, Archbishop.”
At Diego Bastian Vilterheim’s words, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid seemed to come to his senses. He exhaled an irritated breath, stopped his fist mid-swing, and shook off his hand.
The problem was Kaiden. Archbishop Luzef hesitated before joining Diego Bastian Vilterheim in restraining the raging Kaiden.
Blood streamed down from his head between eyes that were bloodshot and crimson. Kaiden, his face eerie and unsettling, thrashed about before his body was finally bound firmly to a Tree.
“Let go of me!”
Blood was flowing from Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s head as well. He straightened his clothes and roughly wiped his blood-stained face with the back of his hand, then looked at Kaiden with a weary expression.
“Are you alright?”
Diego Bastian Vilterheim asked Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid in a tense voice. His eyes betrayed concern that Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid might enter a Berserker State at the sight of blood.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid exhaled a weary sigh.
“I’m fine. I can Control the Rampage now.”
At his words, both Diego Bastian Vilterheim and Archbishop Luzef wore expressions of surprise. They seemed curious about how Control had become possible, but Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid offered no explanation.
“You couldn’t find Lady Flone?”
Archbishop Luzef, reading the atmosphere, asked quietly.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid ran his hand through his hair with a troubled expression. Deep despair etched itself across his face.
He couldn’t find words and merely moved his lips before finally closing his mouth. His eyes had already turned a deep crimson red.
He didn’t know how far or in what way Margaret Rose Flone had misinterpreted their words, but how terrified must she have been alone? How much must she have suffered?
Thinking only of that, his chest felt heavy as though weighted down by Stone Blocks, so suffocating he could barely breathe.
“Give up. We can’t find her.”
At that moment, someone responded.
It wasn’t Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid who answered. A youthful boy’s voice came from somewhere.
All the men looked around, searching for the direction of the sound.
Kaiden, who had been struggling against the tree binding him, turned his gaze upward with a hardened expression.
“Who are you? Don’t hide up there like that—come down, you XX.”
“Sorry. I can’t do that.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, along with Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim, followed Kaiden’s gaze and looked up into the tree.
Sitting atop the thick tree branch was a boy wearing the same Robe as Kaiden.
With silver hair and red eyes identical to Kaiden’s, he swung his legs leisurely as he answered in an unhurried tone.
“I can’t use my power here.”
“Then get lost.”
The boy showed no particular reaction to Kaiden’s rough words.
As Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim felt bewilderment at his expressionless demeanor, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid recognized that the boy before him was the ‘Zenas Igran Rohade’ that Kaiden and Margaret Rose Flone had mentioned before.
“Hello.”
The boy greeted Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, Archbishop Luzef, and Diego Bastian Vilterheim. Diego Bastian Vilterheim drew his Sword and pointed it at the boy.
“Who are you?”
Archbishop Luzef asked, looking back at Kaiden and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid. Kaiden answered without taking his eyes off the boy.
“I told you last night. There’s a Mage who has lived for a thousand years on This Island.”
Recalling the conversation that had taken place while Margaret Rose Flone was poisoned by Poison Gas and bedridden, Archbishop Luzef finally looked up at the boy with a shocked expression.
The boy waited for their conversation to end, then shrugged and opened his mouth.
“I came because I was curious.”
And very slowly, with a leisurely demeanor, he surveyed the group.
His manner poured oil onto Kaiden’s raging anger that burned out of control.
Kaiden snapped all the Tree Branches binding his body and stood up, looking at the boy above.
“You came because you were curious? You XX, you saw everything, didn’t you? I told you to come down before I drag you down, you X-like XX.”
“I don’t want to.”
The boy shrugged and answered with perfect composure. With an impassive face, he surveyed the group, then spoke slowly as if sighing.
“I came to tell you an interesting story….”
Like a turtle walking slowly, he paused again, tilted his head slightly, and looked down at them. As if a god were gazing down upon humans.
“…won’t you listen?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid stood with his arms crossed, looking up at the boy. His eyebrows rose in displeasure.
“An interesting story?”
The boy nodded at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s question.
“Yes. It’ll be very interesting.”
The boy spoke slowly, word by word, then paused. Looking up at the Sky, he let the silence linger for a moment before continuing slowly.
“It’s about our Margaret Rose Flone.”
At the boy’s words, Archbishop Luzef felt bewilderment. “Our”? The boy’s possessiveness over Margaret Rose Flone, however subtly revealed, was unsettling.
“The Margaret Rose Flone you know isn’t Margaret Rose Flone.”
At this shocking statement, everyone froze in surprise. The boy smiled, as if that was the reaction he had wanted.
“It seems like a different soul has entered Margaret Rose Flone.”
For the first time, a bright smile like a blooming flower graced the emotionless boy’s face, which had been devoid of all expression until now.
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I had no idea how much time had passed. The darkness of the Underground Tomb made it even more difficult to keep track of time.
When I rustled and made a sound, Eun-ji, who was beside me, crawled over and rested her face on my arm.
I lifted her and placed her on my shoulder, then calmly surveyed my surroundings once more.
The Underground Tomb seemed to hold nothing else of particular significance to discover.
Perhaps these skeletons had drawn me here for this very reason.
To acknowledge their deaths.
With a heavy heart, I offered a prayer for the skeletons, then carefully examined the walls. Light was seeping through somewhere.
As I ran my hands along the wall and checked the crevices, I found a place where air was flowing through. It was clearly an outer wall.
‘The problem is that I’ll have to destroy the wall.’
Using a flare would be difficult. If the ceiling collapsed along with it, I would be buried alive in the ground.
‘What do I do?’
I was pondering this for quite some time.
Clatter, clatter, clatter.
The sound of skeletons moving came from behind me. Too unnerved to turn around, I froze in place.
The skeletons moved and approached rapidly. Soon they rushed past me and slammed their bodies against the wall with a loud thud.
“What, what is this?”
I stared blankly at the skeleton that had collapsed and scattered across the floor.
The skeletons that followed charged forward and rammed their bodies against the wall in succession.
In an instant, dozens of skeletons rushed forward and collided with the wall, and I heard the sound of Stone Wall debris crumbling.
Thud, thud.
The skeletons relentlessly sacrificed their bodies against the Stone Wall. After this action repeated for a long time, a corner of the wall finally broke through.
“Good heavens.”
Light seeped through the broken wall. The opening was wide enough for me to crouch and pass through.
The skeletons, as if they had fulfilled their duty, lost their strength and scattered across the floor with a rustling sound.
“Th-thank you.”
I expressed my gratitude to the skeletons. Though I wasn’t sure if they could hear my words.
Perhaps they had helped me so that I wouldn’t become a victim like them?
I quietly left the dim underground space through the broken opening.
As I climbed along the outer wall, a Staircase illuminated by torches came into view. It was a narrow staircase that only one person could barely pass through.
Both sides of the Staircase were blocked by Stone Walls, with only paths leading downward and upward.
I decided to explore the upper level first.
I had a feeling this might be the Bunker itself.
On Alea Island, the Bunker was the only place that could have such a space. The location certainly matched this area.
So I slowly climbed the narrow Staircase that stretched straight upward. And I soon reached the upper level.
To the left of the Staircase was a Corridor, and at the end of the Corridor was a Door. I stopped on the Staircase and looked down that Corridor, then glanced back up the Staircase. It seemed I could go up one more level.
‘Should I go all the way up first and then come back down?’
In the end, I didn’t open the Door and went up to the next level instead. There might be a passage leading outside. With faint hope, I climbed to the end of the Staircase.
As expected, at the end of the Staircase was a Door that seemed to lead to the outside.
The problem was that the door was firmly locked. Since it couldn’t be opened from the inside either, I was at a loss.
Then I suddenly remembered the key that Yuanna Lucy had. Was this a door that needed to be opened from the outside with that key?
Since I had entered through a hidden passage, this might be the official entrance after all.
‘So… am I trapped?’
My heart pounded violently. Tension and fear washed over me, but I forced myself to maintain composure and assess the Situational Awareness.
‘First, there was a room on the lower level earlier. Let me check that out.’
I descended the Stairs again and stood before the Room Door on the lower level that I had seen before. I wasn’t certain if there was a room behind the door, but for some reason, I had a strong intuition that there was.
I grasped the Door Handle and turned it. It wasn’t locked—the handle rotated smoothly. I slowly pulled the door open.
The room inside was pitch dark, and I couldn’t see anything. The darkness felt eerie somehow, so I opened the door wider and took a deep breath.
‘What should I do? I think I need to light something up.’
The moment that thought crossed my mind, light suddenly blazed to life inside the room.
“Oh my god, you scared me!”
I jumped back in fright and pressed myself against the door frame. It appeared that Torches mounted on the walls had ignited. Living on This Island, my heart would never get a moment’s rest.
“So it really was Magic after all.”
It was clear that powerful Magic was woven throughout this Bunker.
I slowly surveyed the room.
Just as I had read in novels, the room was filled with modern items. I was momentarily speechless.
The room contained a Bed and a sofa, a Desk, a clothing rack with garments hanging neatly, and shelves overflowing with food and Daily Necessities.
Though it was described as single-person quarters, it seemed spacious enough to comfortably accommodate Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, Kaiden, and Archbishop Luzef as well.
Who on earth had created such a room, and for what purpose?

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