I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 133

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Chapter 133
I was so grateful for their unwavering faith in me. My chest felt heavy, as though congestion had settled there.
I wanted to repay them for that solid trust they placed in me.
“As for my situation, it’s complicated, and I wanted to explain it properly when I meet the Saint, but….”
I wracked my brain trying to figure out how to organize and explain this, then let out a sigh.
“It seems the Saint has also experienced something connected to me. I think it would be best to meet her first and discuss it.”
Looking back, it was strange.
No matter how much I had possessed someone else’s body, I had accepted the past memories of another person without any difficulty.
My memories had become intertwined as though I were originally Margaret, yet I accepted them without any sense of alienation.
It was absurd, but now I understand why. It was possible because I was truly Margaret.
I bit my lip firmly and lowered my head. Then I began calmly explaining to the three men—about everything I had experienced and the conversation between Anata and Yuanna.
The three men listened to my story and fell silent for a moment, unable to speak.
After I brought up the story of living in another dimension and even discussed the book I had read then, “More Important Than Survival,” I felt so foolish and stupid that I couldn’t bear it.
I had firmly believed I had possessed a world within a book. All this time, I had worried unnecessarily and suspected them excessively.
“I’m sorry for deceiving you all this time.”
Honestly, even if the three men felt betrayed hearing this, I had nothing to say.
“…I didn’t want to die.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid stared at me silently.
It was Archbishop Luzef who broke the silence and offered unexpected comfort.
“We told you. We trust the Young Lady. So please trust us as well.”
Archbishop Luzef carefully took both my hands with reverence and whispered. His eyes were also filled with trust.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment.
I pressed my lips together and only nodded. My eyes grew hot. Archbishop Luzef smiled at the sight of me and patted my head gently.
“You must have been frightened.”
That was when Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid spoke. I lifted my head again and looked at him.
“Thank you for answering. You must have suffered carrying such a heavy secret alone all this time.”
I had vaguely thought that Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid might believe me. After all, I had trusted and had faith in them as well.
“And I’m sorry for not understanding.”
At his continued words, tears welled up again. I clenched my teeth and furrowed my brow.
A sob escaped.
Eventually, I burst into tears once more.
“Margaret, don’t cry.”
Kaiden gently wiped away my tears with his thumb. His touch was so warm that tears flowed again.
Archbishop Luzef, who had been listening quietly, continued to stroke my head and offer comfort. He didn’t say much, but that tender touch became such great solace that I ended up crying again.
I felt like a seven-year-old child. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cried since coming here. I’m beginning to worry whether my tear ducts have broken.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid added one more thing.
“Stop crying now. Your beautiful eyes will swell.”
Beautiful eyes? Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was always someone who spoke kind words plainly, but somehow that unfamiliar compliment made me finally stop crying.
“But I’m curious about something.”
I looked at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with a puzzled expression. He began speaking in a low voice.
“The story from that novel.”
A novel? Ah. He must be referring to “More Important Than Survival.” Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid met my gaze directly before slowly lowering his eyes. His gaze settled on my lips.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid let out a soft chuckle and gently rubbed my lips with his thumb. He lifted his gaze in a leisurely manner and looked at me as he asked.
“Am I really that strong? Enough for you to imagine me as the male protagonist of an adult romance novel?”
“W-what?!”
At my startled counter-question, he burst into laughter. He laughed with childlike innocence.
The melancholy emotions from moments before melted away like snow in the sun.
“Wait, the protagonist is the Crown Prince? Don’t lie. My technique is better, Margaret Rose Flone. That novel is complete nonsense.”
At Kaiden’s following words, I turned to look at him with a bewildered expression.
“It’s easy to claim what can’t be proven.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid spoke provocatively, and Kaiden’s face twisted roughly.
“Why would proof be impossible?”
Then Kaiden turned back to me.
“Margaret Rose Flone, don’t you believe me either? If you need proof, just say the word. I’ll show you as much as you want.”
Kaiden spoke as if he were about to undress at any moment, so I shook my head vigorously.
“Not necessary.”
My firm answer didn’t discourage Kaiden. When he glared at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid again, Enoch’s eyebrows rose in displeasure.
“I’ve never seen a mage whose actions precede his words. For the record, that’s not a compliment.”
“Of course it’s not a compliment. Who do you take me for?”
“I’m surprised you didn’t realize it.”
As Kaiden showed signs of rushing forward indignantly, Archbishop Luzef sighed and ventilated the area.
“Everyone… we should clean up first and find Diego Bastian Vilterheim as quickly as possible.”
At Archbishop Luzef’s words, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and Kaiden finally stopped their reckless quarrel.
We finished our meal and gathered our luggage.
“We should take a look at the map.”
At Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s words, I pulled out the map from my cross bag and unfolded it. The Bunker Map we retrieved was likely the location where the supplies had been.
Then I recalled Jenas’s words about the Magical Beast Mother Body being at the eastern end of the North Island.
I had a bad intuition that Diego Bastian Vilterheim was somehow there.
“Could you tell us in detail how Diego Bastian Vilterheim disappeared?”
I looked up from the map and asked Archbishop Luzef. He, who had been quietly observing like a docile lamb, answered with a hesitant expression.
“It must have been in the middle of the night. The Young Lady couldn’t find him either, and I was exploring the surroundings thinking I should find a place to rest when I saw something strange.”
“Something strange?”
Kaiden, who had been glaring intently at the map, lifted his head and asked back. Archbishop Luzef lowered his voice with utmost seriousness.
“What do you mean by that?”
This time, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid nodded as if telling him to skip the preamble and get to the point.
“An elderly gentleman called out to us from between the bushes. He had the form of a person, but his figure was so faint he looked just like a ghost.”
Archbishop Luzef lowered his voice even further.
“At first, I thought he was really a person and tried to approach him. But Diego Bastian Vilterheim stopped me, saying the old man had no visible feet.”
A chill ran down my spine.
I swallowed hard as I listened to his words with gravity.
‘Why are there so many ghost-like entities on this island?’
I recalled the woman I’d encountered at the Bunker and Jenas’s Cabin, whom I’d presumed to be Anata’s spirit.
Moreover, there were moving skeletons in the Bunker’s basement.
Could it be… that those were the lingering souls of those who had died as test subjects on Alea Island? With experiments spanning a thousand years, how many people must have perished on this island?
“We did our best to ignore that presence and move forward. We walked quite a distance past the old man, but when we reached the end of the path, there he was again. Even though we’d clearly passed him.”
It was a chilling tale, yet Kaiden showed little reaction, and Enoch listened with an unmoved, composed expression.
“The real problem came after that. Suddenly, numerous figures began surrounding Diego and me.”
“Numerous figures?”
“I’m not even certain they were people. They emerged from somewhere deep in the Forest—shapes of people whose faces were impossible to discern, appearing one by one and closing in around us.”
“Hmm, could this be a hallucination as well? Perhaps both of you inhaled the Poison Gas from the Anaconda Magical Beast.”
Kaiden, who had been listening quietly, posed the question thoughtfully. It was a credible theory. Perhaps this explanation held more merit.
We’d witnessed countless strange things here. Enough to call this the Island of Hallucinations.
“Since I haven’t encountered the Anaconda Magical Beast, I can’t say for certain, but it’s possible this was indeed a hallucination. Such occurrences have been so frequent on this island.”
Archbishop Luzef, his face haggard, performed a dry face washing.
“They seemed to be searching for someone. They lingered only around us for a while before vanishing.”
Searching for someone… I couldn’t shake an ominous premonition that the someone they sought was me.
It could be similar to how the Magical Beasts favor me because of my Mana.
“In the end, we couldn’t sleep and wandered the Forest through the night. Fortunately, no Magical Beasts appeared during that time. It was as if even the Magical Beasts were avoiding those spirits.”
“…”
“After spending the night wandering like that, we discovered a River and rested briefly there. Perhaps due to accumulated fatigue, what was meant to be a brief rest turned into actual sleep.”
Archbishop Luzef, his face haggard, performed a dry face washing. He truly looked exhausted.
“When I awoke, Diego, who had been sitting beside me, was nowhere to be found. He’d vanished, leaving only his Sword behind. A Knight who has wielded a Sword his entire life—and the Captain of the Imperial Guard no less—disappearing on this extremely dangerous island without his Sword… isn’t that extraordinarily strange?”
“So you couldn’t find Diego?”
In response to my question, Archbishop Luzef shook his head with the expression of a war veteran bearing grave tidings.
“After waiting in vain, I eventually set out to search, and I found this Map lying nearby.”
“A Map?”
At Enoch’s counter-question, Archbishop Luzef fumbled in his clerical robes and withdrew Cloth Pieces, unfolding them.
While my Map bore only the Bunker marking, the Map that Archbishop Luzef produced displayed a mysterious monster-like drawing in the Eastern North Island.
Suddenly, I recalled the tale Jenas had told me about the “Magical Beast Mother Body.”

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