I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 127

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Chapter 127
As I turned to leave, I felt a hand tugging at my Robe. It was Margaret Rose Flone, who had collapsed on the Magic Circle, desperately pulling at my garment with what little strength she had left.
Jenas stopped in his tracks and furrowed his brow.
Turning to look at Margaret Rose Flone, who clung to me so pitifully, I exhaled a troubled sigh.
“I told you not to do this.”
“Wait…!”
Her consciousness seemed to be gradually returning.
Jenas watched as the Pillar of Fire blocking Kaiden and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s path began to fade, then turned back to Margaret Rose Flone once more.
Then I withdrew the hem of my Robe from her grasp and whispered near her ear.
“I’ll wait. At the Cabin.”
In this boy’s form, there were many limitations to conversation.
When I took on the appearance of an adult, I found myself wanting to have a proper conversation with her.
Though I was well aware that it was better to keep such thoughts to myself.
Jenas grasped one of the Tentationem Flowers covering the wall and pulled. The wall rotated halfway, creating space behind it—a secret passage within the Bunker.
“XX X, wait!”
Leaving Kaiden’s anguished cry behind, Jenas vanished abruptly into the Bunker’s secret passage beyond the wall.
“Damn it! Margaret!”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid rushed forward and caught Margaret Rose Flone as she collapsed.
Gasp!
As her body, which had been gasping for breath, made contact with Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s warmth, she suddenly exhaled sharply.
“X damn Jenas….”
She muttered curses under her breath, wrapping her arms around his neck. Then she buried her face against his shoulder and broke into uncontrollable sobs.
Kaiden, who had approached the wall where Jenas disappeared, belatedly discovered the Tentationem Flower and hastily covered his nose.
“Damn it. Your Highness. Your Highness! There’s a Poisonous Plant here…! We must go back up!”
But by then, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, Kaiden, and Margaret Rose Flone had all already been poisoned by the Tentationem Flower.
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The Prince of Asdal stood before the vast Swampland with a weary expression.
Even under the blazing midday sun, it emanated an eerie, desolate atmosphere.
The Trees jutting up here and there from the water’s surface were grotesquely twisted, and the drooping leaves below only added to the ominous mood.
Fog hung thick over the water even in broad daylight, and the surface, covered in algae, resembled less a River than a mud-buried Tomb.
Once you set foot in it, you would sink into the mud and vanish without a trace—perhaps it truly was a grave.
The problem was that the Prince of Asdal and Yuanna Lucy had no choice but to cross this place to reach the North Island.
After nearly dying on their first attempt, they had tried various methods—placing Trees on the water’s surface to cross—but each attempt had failed.
In truth, I was deeply skeptical about crossing the Swampland. I had already resigned myself to the possibility that we might remain isolated on the South Island and perish here.
‘Of all people, why did I have to be isolated with the Crown Prince instead of Diego Bastian Vilterheim? The heavens truly are indifferent.’
‘I myself am deeply regretful that I was isolated with the Saint, but I shall not voice such complaints. It would be improper.’
‘My, if Your Highness finds it unjust, please feel free to abandon propriety as well. I am accustomed to receiving criticism, so it matters little to me.’
At Yuanna Lucy’s response, the Prince of Asdal found himself seething once more. Conversing with a Rock would surely be less frustrating than this.
But he had no choice but to endure it all.
When I first opened my eyes on this Island and came under attack by Magical Beasts, I believed I lacked the capacity to look after Yuanna Lucy as well.
I had been starving on this Island for days, my mind unraveling, when death itself came knocking at my door. I had no desire to die saving Yuanna Lucy, someone I barely knew.
So I had allowed her death to happen, cowardly consoling myself that I had no choice.
Diego seemed to feel guilt over allowing Yuanna Lucy’s death, but the debt that Prince of Asdal owed her lay elsewhere.
It was Yuanna Lucy who had saved him when he was nearly consumed entirely by a Tarantula Magical Beast.
She had covered her entire body with the creature’s blood and then lured the Magical Beasts toward her.
At the time, having barely survived death, rational thought was impossible. So I had believed it was merely coincidence.
But when Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid entered his Berserker State and exterminated the Tarantula Magical Beasts, didn’t I learn that the creatures gather when they smell the blood of their own kind?
Yuanna Lucy must have known this all along.
I had continuously suspected her suspicious actions, but since I owed her my life, I remained silent until decisive evidence emerged. Yet in the end, I never managed to obtain anything that could be called proof.
Perhaps it would be better if I took responsibility and watched over her from beside her, intervening if necessary. I should bear at least this much responsibility. If I’m to be called a man.
Yuanna Lucy, who had dragged me to the edge of the Swampland, seemed like a completely different person. Even her eyes were different.
Where once she had been lifeless and powerless, now she overflowed with vitality and confidence.
“You said you wouldn’t agree to the Saint becoming bait. I’ll do it instead.”
Despite his objection, Yuanna Lucy smiled leisurely.
“I said I would handle the luring method myself—I never said I’d be the bait alone, did I?”
Not understanding her meaning, Prince of Asdal furrowed the space between his eyebrows. Was she saying he should become the bait?
“Your Highness should act together with me. We’ll lure the Magical Beasts and make them fall into the Swamp. Then we’ll walk across the Swamp by treading on the fallen creatures.”
“That’s insane.”
“Yes. It’s a mad method. One misstep and we might die.”
Yuanna Lucy laughed and readily admitted it.
“But do you have another method?”
To her question, Prince of Asdal could not respond. For days now, he had been unable to do anything but stand before this Swamp.
“The distance to where the Swamp ends will be considerable. I’m not even sure if there’s any possibility of success.”
Prince of Asdal swept his hand across his head with a skeptical expression. Either way, death seemed certain, but this might turn out to be suicide.
“This is the best way to screw over that damned brat, and it’s also the only way we can survive….”
“That damned brat? Who’s that?”
As Prince of Asdal continued to counter-question as if he didn’t understand, Yuanna Lucy smiled prettily with her eyes.
“I’ll explain later.”
Then she retrieved the corpse of a Wolf that he had killed with an arrow the previous night and dismembered it with a sharp Stone Knife. After that, she covered her entire body with the dark blood.
Seeing this, Prince of Asdal felt a somewhat eerie sensation.
“This is too dangerous. We could both end up dead.”
“That’s why I’ll make sure to succeed. You know I’m fast on my feet, right? I’m not as gifted in survival ability as Margaret Rose Flone, but I’m confident in my technique.”
She was right. In Agility and quick reflexes, she surpassed him.
‘Still, it’s definitely insane.’
While thinking such thoughts, Prince of Asdal felt the ground vibrate faintly. It seemed the Magical Beasts were gathering.
“I’ll lure the Magical Beasts, so Your Highness, please provide Cover with those arrows.”
It wasn’t a plan he liked. Prince of Asdal furrowed his brow and stared at her intently, but there was no time to hesitate. The Magical Beasts were gathering rapidly.
Prince of Asdal had no choice but to quickly survey the nearby terrain. Then he concealed himself among the bushes, drew his Bowstring taut, and took a ready stance.
Not only Wolf-type Monsters appeared, but also Tarantula creatures and Mole-type Magical Beasts—the variety was extensive. The distinction between habitats seemed to have become completely meaningless.
Moreover, the sheer number of Magical Beasts rushing forward like a wave was staggering. It seemed they could fill the entire Swampland if all of them were pushed into it.
Yuanna Lucy took her position right before the Swampland as planned. She stood there until the Magical Beasts drew within striking distance, and when they opened their massive jaws toward her, she swiftly ducked and evaded. Her reflexes were extraordinary.
According to her plan, a couple of Wolf-type Monsters tumbled into the Swampland.
The Orangutan Magical Beasts, with their sluggish movements and massive bodies, made perfect stepping stones across the Swampland.
The Prince of Asdal shot down the Magical Beasts that approached him at a reasonable distance with his arrows. In the midst of this, Yuanna Lucy, striding purposefully toward him, seized his collar.
“What, what is it?”
He cried out in bewilderment, but Yuanna Lucy offered no answer—she simply dragged him along as she ran.
“No time to talk, run!”
The Prince of Asdal, his collar still gripped by her, sprinted across the bodies of Magical Beasts sinking into the Swamp.
Behind them, half of the pursuing creatures trampled over the Magical Beasts while the other half floundered in the mire, and above it all, fresh waves of Magical Beasts poured down relentlessly.
“Damn it!”
It was an utterly absurd plan, yet it was working—which was remarkable in itself.
Even as the Prince of Asdal was dragged along, he drew an arrow, nocked it, and shot down the approaching Magical Beasts.
When they became trapped and could advance no further, Yuanna Lucy yanked his collar harder and shouted with a fierce expression.
“Can you follow what I’m doing?!”
“What?”
“Just follow me!”
She watched the Wolf-type Monster charging toward her, ducked low, kicked its belly with her foot, and then stepped on it as it fell into the Swampland.
She then evaded a Magical Beast that leaped at her from a distance by letting it fall into the Swamp, and moved forward by using its body as a stepping stone.
“Damn it, how am I supposed to follow that…!”
But the Prince of Asdal couldn’t finish his words. An Orangutan Magical Beast was charging straight at him.
To survive, he had to do it!
He ducked nimbly. As the creature’s massive body tilted toward the Swamp, he pushed it with his foot and leaped onto it.
After repeating this maneuver several times, the Prince of Asdal clutched his head in frustration. It seemed he’d only covered about two-thirds of the distance, yet a third still remained.
Now the Magical Beasts no longer rushed at him recklessly. Unlike Yuanna Lucy, he wasn’t covered in Monster blood, so they didn’t lose their rationality and charge blindly.
Ultimately, the Prince of Asdal found himself isolated in the Swampland.
Even worse, the Magical Beast beneath his feet was already more than half-submerged, and it seemed it would soon sink completely into the Swamp.

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