I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 138

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Chapter 138
She pointed at the Pillar with her hand, looking toward Kaiden.
“Place a Seal on it for me.”
“Give me your hand.”
Enoch reluctantly stepped back.
Kaiden took Margaret’s hand and traced a Magic Circle in midair. A Bluish Light followed the path of his fingers as he drew through the empty space.
Soon the completed Magic Circle manifested along the lines. The Mana split into two streams—one seeping into the Wooden Post where Enoch’s party stood, the other into the Wooden Post across from it.
“Let the Lord cross first, then Margaret. We can’t afford to leave anyone behind.”
Everyone agreed with Enoch’s words and lined up before the Rope in turn.
“Be careful.”
Margaret called out words of caution to Kaiden, who was departing first. Kaiden smiled with ease and assured her not to worry before setting off ahead.
Fortunately, Kaiden crossed safely to the other side.
“Both of you, please be careful.”
Margaret spoke with a worried expression, turning to look at Luzef and Enoch. Eun-ji, clinging to her body, licked her lips and stared at them.
The one I was most concerned about wasn’t them—it was Margaret. Whether she knew my thoughts or not, she offered a flood of cautionary words before departing first.
Only when I saw her arrive safely on the other side did I let out a sigh of relief and shed my worry.
After Luzef crossed safely as well, it was when Enoch, going last, had climbed halfway across while hanging from the Rope.
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud—
An ominous sound of something moving came from below the Cliff. The Cave interior trembled.
“Enoch! Hurry! Hurry!”
With Margaret’s urgent cry, a centipede-like Magical Beast could be seen climbing up the Cliff. It was enormous—the size of two or three adult men’s bodies combined.
The centipede, springing up from below the Cliff, severed the Rope in half with its Body. Enoch instantly gripped the severed Rope tightly.
“Enoch!”
With Margaret’s Scream, Enoch plummeted downward.
But because he didn’t release the Rope, he managed to barely cling to life, hanging from the Cliff.
From above the Cliff, I could see Margaret, Kaiden, and Luzef pulling the Rope together.
Then, something glimmered beneath my feet.
My gaze was drawn downward, and in the darkness below the Cliff, I could faintly make out what appeared to be a magnificent Flower Field.
‘…Is this a Hallucination?’
In the center of the Flower Field lay a person, and that person bore a striking resemblance to Diego Bastian Vilterheim.
‘I should tell Margaret about this.’
“Enoch! Enoch!”
Only then did I lift my head. Margaret, her face drenched in tears, called out to me with a voice like a wail.
Climbing the Cliff wasn’t particularly difficult. But seeing Margaret’s face twisted in despair, a strange satisfaction swept through my entire being.
Margaret was crying for me. I felt so good it was almost shameful toward her. I wished she would cry even more for me.
I realized I harbored such unsettling and sadistic tendencies within myself, and I was taken aback. Yet my mind endlessly spawned the desire to make Margaret weep and look only at me.
She would leave for another world with that expression on her face? I could never accept it.
Just then, I could see Kaiden attempting to use Magic by borrowing Margaret’s Mana.
I climbed the Cliff a bit more hurriedly. Climbing the Rope wasn’t particularly difficult, but I couldn’t waste Margaret’s Mana on such a task.
Having climbed the Cliff without difficulty, I exhaled a sigh and rubbed my stiff Nape.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Margaret rushed forward and embraced him. Her body trembled as she wrapped her arms around his back.
Enoch, who had dismissed what happened moments before as trivial, now felt a pang of guilt for worrying her. He extended his arms and pulled her into a reciprocal embrace.
Margaret crying for me was undeniably stirring, but I still hated seeing her suffer.
“I understand you came back from the brink of death, but please don’t be so tender in front of me. I’m genuinely losing my composure.”
Kaiden, who had been watching them, wore an expression of supreme restraint as he spoke. Only then did Margaret pull away from Enoch, embarrassed.
Enoch gazed at Margaret with a reluctant expression for a moment before peering down the cliff. There were more pressing matters to attend to.
As we climbed back up the cliff, the depths below were swallowed by darkness. But the silhouette I’d glimpsed—one that resembled Diego Bastian Vilterheim—had to be shared with the party.
After hearing my account, the group decided against venturing deeper into the cave. Instead, we would descend the cliff to investigate.
Even knowing there was no alternative, Enoch couldn’t shake the feeling that something was unfolding in an unsettling manner.
It felt ominous.
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I had rock climbing experience. During my time as Lee Jin-ju, I’d pursued quite a few sports as hobbies, and climbing was among them.
According to Enoch’s account, the cliff wasn’t as deep as I’d feared. Fortunately, there was a wooden post firmly embedded in the stone floor—perfect for securing a rope.
I gathered every rope we had. I would bind them around my body and descend.
“Are you really going down?”
Archbishop Luzef narrowed the space between his eyebrows and asked with reluctance.
“Even if we continue forward, we don’t know what we’ll find. We’re not even certain there’s an exit. And above all, we came this far to find Diego Bastian Vilterheim.”
“I apologize. My thinking was shortsighted.”
Archbishop Luzef quickly apologized, his voice tinged with guilt.
“I don’t understand why you let Margaret’s words manipulate you so easily.”
As Kaiden clicked his tongue and muttered, Archbishop Luzef’s expression grew wounded, but he glanced at me and quietly closed his mouth.
Since we needed to find Diego as quickly as possible, we moved with urgency. I secured the rope I’d fashioned around my waist, and together we descended the cliff.
Once we’d fully descended, there was indeed a flower field, just as Enoch had said.
Suspecting it might be some variant of Tentationem, we first plugged our noses firmly. Fortunately, it appeared to be ordinary flowers rather than poison flowers.
“Still, don’t let your guard down.”
Kaiden issued a warning after observing my expression. I nodded and resumed scanning the surroundings meticulously.
But Diego Bastian Vilterheim, whom Enoch claimed to have seen lying in the flower field, was nowhere to be found.
“Did you see a hallucination?”
Kaiden asked Enoch with a puzzled expression.
“Perhaps it was a hallucination.”
With that answer, Enoch stroked his chin thoughtfully, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.
“But can we say the specters the Bishop witnessed just before Diego disappeared weren’t hallucinations? If I saw a similar phenomenon, then we need to investigate what it was.”
Enoch was right. With Diego’s exact location unknown, any clue—no matter what it was—deserved scrutiny.
* * *
Through the eyes of the centipede-like magical beast, Jenas confirmed the location of Margaret’s party.
They appeared to be in the cave leading toward ‘that place’.
Something amusing would unfold soon. The experiment was nearing its conclusion.
Jenas, wearing the appearance of a young boy, opened the door to the Room of Rest with a somewhat excited expression. He could see the chair positioned above the magic circle and Anata, sealed and seated upon it.
Jenas offered her a coconut. Anata, lifting her head with difficulty, saw the coconut and grimaced fiercely.
“Not hungry?”
At his casual question, Anata lifted her head. Jenas’s pretty face entered her field of vision.
She clenched her teeth and spoke to her only brother.
“Jenas, you have to crack it open before you can eat it.”
“I’ll feed you.”
When Jenas’s innocent reply came back, Anata let out a hollow laugh.
“Hey. You’re really going to do this?”
“Anata.”
Jenas split the Coconut with his small hands. It was a display of Physical Strength that one could never imagine coming from a child’s form. He thrust one of the split Coconuts toward Anata’s lips.
“Don’t be like that and drink. I’m hurt.”
“Don’t talk about being hurt. Just stop it.”
This lunatic.
Though it wasn’t her place to say it, Anata muttered irritably, swallowing back her words.
At her words, Jenas’s movements halted. The corners of his mouth, which had been slightly raised, slowly descended, and his Red Eyes flashed.
“Stop…? Are you really saying that?”
The Coconut Jenas had been holding dropped to the Floor with a thud, rolling across the Magic Circle.
At the sight of Madness glinting in Jenas’s eyes like a taste of poison, Anata bit her lips hard. She knew she’d touched his Mood wrong, but she had no intention of taking back what she’d said.
She was truly exhausted. She wanted to stop killing people now, truly stop. She never thought he would drag even her own Offspring into this.
Anata still retained some sense of ethics. But Jenas didn’t seem to.
She glared at Jenas with venomous eyes.
“If our Experiment really succeeds, we’ll only give those bastards good work. You know that.”
Those bastards—the Experiment Designers trapped on this Island going mad while those outside kept shoving sacrifices in and living in comfort.
“I am Zenas Igran Rohade.”
Jenas’s eyes were extremely arrogant. He tilted his head mockingly and looked down at her.
Like a god looking down upon insignificant humans.
“I have a countermeasure.”
Jenas spoke in a leisurely tone, then watched Anata’s reaction for a moment. Anata narrowed the space between her eyebrows and pressed her lips firmly shut.
“Trust me.”
At Jenas’s following words, Anata finally burst with anger.
“How can I trust you? You’re asking me to unseal you?!”
“It’s for you.”
Jenas slowly knelt down before her.
“Anata, you’re bewitched by the test subjects right now.”
Looking up at her from below, he spoke now almost like a pitiful puppy. Anata was at a loss for words.
“That can’t be.”
Jenas continued slowly, continuing to reason with Anata.
“You’re not in a state where you can make rational judgments right now.”
“You’ve had contact with them too. You’re not like that, are you?”
Anata didn’t know how Jenas took her question, but he fell silent with an unreadable expression.
Yet from that brief reaction, Anata was certain.
Jenas had definitely developed an interest in Lady Flone.
A soul from another dimension—Margaret, yet not Margaret. That alienness was precisely the sort of thing that would capture Jenas’s attention.
Just as I suspected. I knew Jenas would take notice of her.
Anata suppressed the smile threatening to spread across her lips as she spoke to Jenas.
“Think carefully. Are you absolutely certain it isn’t you?”

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