I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 126

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Chapter 126
“Listen, Margaret. Anata’s Magic Circle must have activated—what did you see? Tell me that, and I’ll help you.”
Anata, his sister who had betrayed him belatedly after creating Alea Island together and conducting Experiments with him.
Just before her betrayal, she had inscribed a mysterious Magic Circle in the Basement of this Bunker.
It was a Magic Circle he couldn’t touch. He was curious how Margaret had managed to activate her Magic Circle.
Her soul, the book Yuanna wrote, and the Magic Circle. Could it be a Combination of these three things?
‘It’s possible that bringing another soul through a dimensional rift was Anata’s Plan. I don’t know what the Plan is, but it’s quite fascinating.’
Making such speculations, he urged Margaret again for an answer, but naturally, she was too severely Poisoned to regain her senses.
Jenas had no choice but to bend his waist to lift her into his arms.
Just then, the Silver Snake, which had been hiding and watching the situation the whole time, seemed to gather courage and burst out from Margaret’s bedside.
Screeeech—
And then it breathed Fire at him.
The Silver Snake displayed sharp vigilance as if to prevent him from even touching its Master. Despite trembling, its determination to protect its Master seemed admirable in its own way.
Jenas gazed quietly at the snake. Since it was Imprinted, he couldn’t dominate its mind and borrow its body like other Magical Beasts, but he could certainly threaten it.
As expected, the creature was startled by his Red Eyes and had a Seizure, hiding its face at Margaret’s bedside once more.
‘How pathetic.’
Jenas let out a soft chuckle and lifted Margaret into his arms. Her body settled lightly against his chest.
She was far too light. Painfully so.
‘Well. She probably hasn’t eaten properly. It’s only natural.’
Jenas hummed as he carried Margaret back up the Stairs. The Silver Snake timidly followed behind him, watching his movements carefully.
Margaret, nestled in his arms, reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He stopped in his tracks without realizing it.
“Haah.”
She soon buried her Cheek against his shoulder. Her hot Breath seeped through the hood’s fabric and brushed against his skin.
Jenas was startled at first, then let out a sigh.
Margaret, her arms wrapped around his shoulder, pulled him closer as if unwilling to let go.
“Don’t go….”
She whimpered softly, exhaling ragged Breaths repeatedly. Then she rubbed her Cheek against his Nape.
Jenas’s eyebrows rose. He tilted his head slightly and looked down at Margaret’s flushed face with a slant.
“Margaret, this is rather difficult.”
Jenas murmured in a low voice.
But Margaret shook her head vigorously without speaking and pulled his neck closer. She let out a painful cry, burying her face in his shoulder and shaking her head repeatedly.
Her slender body trembled with a faint Episode.
“Don’t leave, please….”
Margaret desperately searched for his skin, fumbling for it, then burst into tears, and groaned in Pain as she suffered.
“Do you know who I am?”
At his question, Margaret shook her head. She seemed to lack the mental capacity to comprehend such things. Was she even properly hearing his question?
Jenas regarded her with curious eyes.
Through the Eyes of Magical Beasts, he had watched how Margaret’s Party had gone mad from Tentationem Flower Poisoning in the past. But this was the first time he’d witnessed such suffering firsthand.
“It’s quite severe.”
As Jenas continued his murmuring, he caught sight of Margaret convulsing as though her breath was slipping away, and without thinking, he pulled her into his embrace.
The moment their body heat and skin made contact, she seemed to calm slightly. She pressed her face against his chest, her breathing ragged and desperate.
Jenas held her in his arms and soothed her like one would comfort a child, his hand sweeping gently down her back.
“What am I even doing right now.”
Even he found it absurd, so he muttered those words to himself, yet his hand continued its tender caress without pause.
As he did this, he found himself enjoying observing Margaret’s reactions, and he seriously wondered whether he should introduce more Tentationem into her system.
“No. If Margaret ruins the experiment like the Saint because of this, that would be troublesome.”
They had been nearly on the verge of success, but the opening of the regression Gate had forced the experiment to restart from zero.
He had gathered the magical power of hundreds to make the experiment succeed, and he had nearly accumulated enough power to open a dimensional Gate.
One final push, and this tiresome experiment would be over.
“So cooperate with me a little, Margaret.”
Jenas looked at Margaret’s contorted face in anguish and smiled crookedly.
Once the experiment was complete, he would seize the body of his descendant and reclaim his Pendant. Then he would possess power enough to even dominate dimensions.
Without such ability, all these long years would never be properly compensated.
“Well. Whatever your soul is doesn’t matter anymore. Thanks to you, this experiment is becoming far more entertaining.”
With those words, Jenas flicked Margaret’s bridge of her nose with his finger.
And then,
“Who are you.”
A voice he had heard before came from somewhere. Jenas glanced up.
At the Bunker’s Entrance, at the foot of the Stairs, stood a man with Silver Hair and a man with Black Hair, both staring down at him. It was Enoch and Kaiden.
“What the hell. That bastard looks like that damn brat.”
The descendant he had waited so long for, one whose compatibility was excellent with him, was remarkably insolent. Jenas let out a soft laugh and arrogantly tilted his chin upward.
“I apologize for failing to meet your expectations. This is my true self, after all.”
“What, Jenas? How did you even get a body?”
Kaiden’s expression crumpled in anger as he asked. Meanwhile, Enoch glared at Jenas sharply before quietly drawing his Sword.
“There’s no need to converse with a suspicious individual. Suppressing him by force would be preferable.”
Even as the sharp blade gleamed, Jenas simply shrugged his shoulders with a leisurely expression.
“Margaret deceived you, didn’t she? Yet you still trust Margaret? This girl is not the Margaret you know.”
Jenas gestured toward Margaret in his arms with a tilt of his head as he spoke.
Following his gesture, Enoch’s gaze fell back upon Margaret, and his face twisted into something truly sinister.
Though Enoch held his Sword, he could not recklessly launch an attack because Jenas held Margaret in his embrace.
Shadows fell across his broad shoulders, making Enoch appear even more massive and fierce. His Golden Eyes, gleaming with steady intensity, were more threatening than flames themselves.
“Why would you make that judgment? We will decide.”
Enoch responded as though grinding the words between his teeth.
Seeing a man who had lived through such long ages emit such overwhelming pressure that even Jenas momentarily faltered, he felt a flash of admiration.
His intention had been to plant seeds of doubt, but it seemed this approach was not particularly effective on these men.
‘With other test subjects, this would have caused discord immediately.’
Jenas clicked his tongue in disappointment.
That man was obsessed with Margaret. He was in a state where normal conversation was impossible. One could tell simply by looking at his eyes.
‘How entertaining.’
As Jenas recalled, the two men before him had shown no interest in Margaret before time turned back, and they had conducted themselves like people who kept their distance from women.
Yet now they were obsessed with her?
‘No, it’s not Margaret—it’s some other woman whose identity is unknown.’
Jenas gazed down with renewed interest at Margaret’s flushed face nestled in his arms.
She clung to his neck like a cat, her face rubbing repeatedly against his shoulder, her arms tightening around him as if she would never let him go.
Seeing this, Jenas shrugged his shoulders toward Enoch and Kaiden.
“It seems Margaret prefers me to you two.”
Kaiden’s eyes gleamed with an intensity that suggested he might tear Jenas apart at any moment, and he laughed coldly. His red eyes, sharper than Jenas’s own, flashed dangerously.
“Damn it, I’ll only listen to what Margaret says. You bastard. Get your hands off her. Put Margaret down.”
Jenas stroked Margaret’s back deliberately as he held her, then let out a snort of laughter.
“What can I do? I’m quite interested in Margaret too.”
“That damn dog…!”
Kaiden could no longer contain himself and rushed toward Jenas. Jenas evaded his attack with a graceful motion, descending the Stairs.
As a result, he found himself back at the place where the Magic Circle was drawn.
Jenas glanced back once, then clicked his tongue. He looked up at Kaiden and Enoch, who had assumed an alert state on the Stairs.
“Our descendant has quite a rough mouth. It seems they don’t teach manners in later generations. I didn’t raise the Rohade Family that way.”
Before his words even finished, Enoch’s sharp Sword Blade grazed his forearm.
Jenas felt the searing pain in his arm and furrowed his brow. It was a sensation of suffering he hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“I’m losing the desire to give more.”
Jenas let out an exasperated sigh and muttered under his breath.
But enduring any further in this place had reached its limit for him as well. With no choice, he snapped his fingers lightly.
Fire Breath surged up before Kaiden and Enoch. The Silver Snake couldn’t cross over either and bounced frantically.
But the Fire Breath was created by Mana and would clearly extinguish soon. So he had to leave before it died out.
Jenas slowly lowered Margaret back onto Anata’s Magic Circle.
She struggled, trying not to separate from him.
His feelings watching this were somewhat peculiar.
It was his first time making such direct contact with a Test Subject.
When he first created this Island and voluntarily became trapped here with other Mages, Anata had said something to him.
‘Don’t meet the Test Subjects directly. You’ll psychologically synchronize or synchronize with them. The moment that happens, it’s over. You won’t be able to kill them.’
That Anata had synchronized with Yuanna, and ultimately betrayed him, who had cooperated with her for a thousand years trapped on this Island.
He was different from Anata. Unlike Anata, a thousand years had not been so easy for him.
“Margaret. I really have to let go now.”
As he forcibly separated Margaret’s hands, she burst into tears and began having an Episode again.
Whether she had difficulty breathing or not, her face flushed with blood, and she couldn’t breathe properly.
But he could no longer help Margaret. Having completely exhausted his Mana, Jenas quickly reverted to his child form.
The slight exhilaration he had felt returning to an adult form for the first time in ages now dissipated coldly. A wistful sigh escaped him.
“I’m sorry, Margaret.”
Jenas rose from his place, leaving Margaret to suffer on the Magic Circle.

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