I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 15

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Chapter 15

“Yes…? Why me?”

Margaret looked at him with a confused expression, not understanding what he meant.

“I’ll be careful not to get hurt from now on. So don’t do dangerous things like looking for medicinal herbs.”

Enoch gently grasped her shoulders. He paused momentarily at the feeling of her small shoulder bones in his hands, then barely managed to collect himself.

His prejudiced gaze toward her had peeled away by one layer. Along with that, some indefinable emotion stirred faintly within him.

He couldn’t tell what this feeling toward her was for now. But at least his desire for her not to get hurt was sincere.

“I was worried.”

He was relieved that she was safe.

Did she even know how many thoughts he’d had while searching for her all night? Looking at her bewildered face just blinking her eyes, she seemed completely unaware.

Then Enoch noticed a large bruise on her cheekbone.

It was an injury he hadn’t noticed before because dirt was smeared all over her face and he hadn’t been in his right mind until just moments ago. It looked as if someone had specifically hit her cheekbone area.

Enoch felt an unexpected surge of anger welling up at that moment.

He had been anxiously searching for her, worried she might be hurt, only to find what looked like an injury from being beaten by someone?

“This… what is it?”

He didn’t know why such intense emotions were rising, but he felt extremely unpleasant.

“Margaret.”

He carefully brushed her cheek. The soft texture of her skin wrapped around his fingertips like moisture.

She furrowed her eyebrows as if it stung.

She was strangely beautiful. And Enoch was suddenly startled by his own thought.

While Margaret’s appearance was objectively beautiful, he had been tormented by her in various ways, so her looks had never caught his eye.

Right. That was certainly the case in the past, and it should be the same now…

Why was he suddenly noticing her beautiful appearance?

Even though Margaret was the only other person on this island, to think he was now finding Margaret pretty – he must finally be going crazy.

Right. This was just because he was temporarily insane. He definitely couldn’t judge objectively because he hadn’t slept.

“You’re hurt.”

“…Is it bruised?”

“It looks like there’s a bruise.”

“Oh yes, I just got hurt a little.”

Margaret stepped back with a flustered face, covering her cheek with her hand. She seemed unaware that this was an action that made people worry even more.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“How can I not worry?”

At his response, Margaret looked up at him with a face that said this was truly hard to understand.

“This is really surprising. For Your Highness of all people to say such things – your fever must not have gone down completely yet.”

She glanced at him with a wary look.

“Anyway, it will heal naturally, so don’t worry about it.”

Then she smiled and brushed off his words as if they were nothing.

‘I’m merely showing consideration for the Young Lady as a gentleman’s duty. So I hope you won’t harbor any false expectations. That would be troublesome for both of us.’

It was an answer that somehow reminded him of words he had said in the past.

It was true that he had overreacted and pressured Margaret during that time.

He even felt like erasing all the harsh words and rudeness he had spat at her over the years.

‘I was definitely too much.’

He had been too harsh to a woman who would risk her life this much because she liked him.

However, Margaret opened her mouth with an attitude of complete indifference to whether he did that or not.

“But I’m really hungry and about to starve to death.”

She was frowning as if truly suffering from hunger, holding her stomach with one hand.

“Shouldn’t we go hunting or something? After treating Your Highness’s wound first, of course.”

Enoch finally let out a sigh. Since she was hungry, he needed to feed her something.

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There were more than one or two strange things.

The fact that Enoch had wandered through the forest all night looking for me was strange, and it was also odd that he told me to call him Enoch.

But strangest of all was that he had started calling me ‘Margaret’ instead of ‘Lady Flone.’

‘What on earth happened while I was gone?’

I opened the first aid kit to properly treat Enoch’s wound.

And I carefully examined the medicines packed tightly inside the kit.

Since it was a fairly large kit, there were various types of medicines inside. There were many medicines I’d never seen before, but there seemed to be usage instructions and descriptions written roughly, so there shouldn’t be any problem using them.

‘I thought about this while reading the novel too, but why is this here?’

I still don’t understand what intention the author had in creating the useless device called a ‘Korean survival kit.’

Enoch followed me in examining the medicines and furrowed his brow.

“I can’t make out what’s written at all.”

Naturally, he wouldn’t be able to understand it. Everything was written in Korean.

I didn’t give any answer to Enoch’s words. It seemed best to avoid answering if I could avoid it.

While organizing and examining what medicines were in the kit, I found disinfectant.

I first cleaned Enoch’s wound thoroughly with it, then cut proper bandages and wrapped them around his arm.

Enoch quietly watched me skillfully find items in the first aid kit and treat his wound. Then he took out the medicine I had used from the first aid kit, examined it, and frowned.

“How did you know this was disinfectant?”

Enoch’s question put me in a difficult position again. How should I explain this?

I rummaged through Margaret’s past memories and came up with the least suspicious excuse I could think of.

“You know the Eastern Continent across the sea, right? It seems to be a language used there. I learned that language briefly before.”

Enoch didn’t seem to believe what I said, but at least he didn’t find fault with it.

“Won’t you tell me about the wound on your face?”

He asked about the bruise on my face again.

“I fell down.”

“Is that really all?”

Was he asking because he knew something?

Enoch still stared at me intently. So I thought for a moment.

Thinking about it, there was no reason I shouldn’t tell Enoch about meeting Kaiden.

At first, I had tried to insist that there were only the two of us on this island. But now that all my initial plans had gone awry, what was the point of such lies?

I carefully bandaged the soles of my feet, put my flat shoes back on properly, and sighed.

“I met a strange man.”

Kaiden had somewhat crazy eyes, so he was indeed a strange man, wasn’t he?

Actually, he seemed a bit insane. The novel described him as a madman too, so it wasn’t wrong, was it?

“A pendant fell from that man’s robe, and I happened to be pinned under him at the time, so it was a direct hit to my cheekbone.”

Crack.

Suddenly, the wooden stick in Enoch’s hand broke in half. I looked at it with surprised eyes.

“…You still don’t know who that man was?”

Enoch’s face was calm, but an ominous atmosphere was already emanating from him.

“Oh, come to think of it…”

I rummaged through my dress pocket and pulled out the pendant I had picked up then. Enoch took the pendant from me and examined it carefully.

“It’s the Magic Tower’s emblem.”

At that answer, I examined the pendant’s design again.

In the center of the pendant crafted with a sun design, a teardrop-shaped amethyst was embedded. As Enoch said, it was the symbol of the Magic Tower.

“That’s right. About that man, he seems to be a mage.”

I answered nonchalantly, then casually brought up a different topic.

“Oh. And there’s something I’m curious about.”

When I began meaningfully, Enoch looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“By any chance, do you have trauma related to blood, Your Highness? Like losing control of your anger when you see blood…?”

At my question, Enoch closed his mouth with an unusually flustered face.

Of course, I knew he went berserk when he saw blood, but the real Margaret wouldn’t have known.

“I know it’s an impertinent question, but this is something I need to know too.”

There was too much I had to bear to just pretend not to know. I would have to continue living with him from now on.

Enoch avoided my gaze. Then he glanced around and moved his lips hesitantly before finally answering with a sigh after a long while.

“It was a suppressible episode. I’ve actually been suppressing it well in the Empire…”

He trailed off, then groaned with a pained expression.

“There’s no excuse. I’m sorry to you.”

He bowed his head like a sinner and apologized to me for his wrongdoing. This was the first time he had shown such a side, so I was just as flustered.

“It’s not Enoch’s fault. It’s okay. What I’m curious about is the method of control.”

Enoch looked troubled again this time. Watching him constantly gauge my reaction, I asked with a suspicion.

“Don’t tell me… you don’t even know how to control it?”

“I’m sorry to say this to you, but I’m not sure. The episodes started after I returned from the battlefield. I’ve received drug treatment, and there weren’t many occasions to see blood in the Imperial Palace.”

Just when Enoch seemed like he would end his words so firmly, he appeared to recall something and hesitated. Eventually, he carefully began to speak.

“Margaret, when you… calmed me down, it seemed to be effective.”

“…What?”

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