I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 166

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Chapter 166
He was perceptive enough that he’d likely intentionally provoked Rodban to get under his skin.
“Have you forgotten that this is the Langrid Military Camp?”
Rodban snarled a warning toward the Prince of Asdal, his face twisted into something menacing. Then Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, who had been observing the situation, opened his mouth.
“It seems you’ve forgotten that I’m here, brother.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s gaze fixed on Rodban was eerily calm, devoid of any emotion, yet the suffocating pressure radiating from him was decidedly ominous.
Yuanna Lucy and Archbishop Luzef, sensing they were witnessing a foreign nation’s internal conflict, tactfully stepped back at a distance.
I wanted to retreat with Kaiden as well, but he remained sprawled across the table, sleeping soundly and oblivious to everything.
“Yes, Enoch. My brother. No matter how I think about it, I can’t believe you survived.”
He said “survived”—not “were alive.” Was there a distinction?
I found myself reconsidering whether Rodban might have actually been involved in Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s kidnapping to Alea Island.
“Do you know how much I suffered filling the void you irresponsibly left behind? You’re not worthy of the title Crown Prince.”
Rodban continued with his contemptible words. I recalled what Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had once confessed to me about his trauma.
“In my childhood, even when I fiercely competed with my brothers, even when I lost comrades-in-arms on the battlefield, no one ever told me it was enough. That’s why I never learned to stop at the right moment or exercise proper control.”
The brothers who had competed fiercely with Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid back then were all dead, as far as I knew. People suspected the Rodban Faction was responsible, but there was no evidence.
Moreover, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid being conscripted as commander of the last continental war and leading the army was all part of their plan. A natural way to eliminate him from sight.
In the end, he didn’t die but returned alive, and Rodban, consumed by inferiority, attempted to murder him and received his punishment.
Rodban was an incompetent and foolish scoundrel of a Crown Prince, and he could only maintain that position thanks to the Empress’s power and the fact that he was the legitimate heir.
I calmly surveyed my party when my eyes met Kaiden’s—he was leaning his arms on the table, watching the war of nerves between the two men with keen interest.
He had clearly been asleep with his head on the table just moments ago. I had no idea when he’d awakened.
Wait…
Could it be…?
Kaiden, whose eyes had met mine, flashed a grin. Then he raised his index finger to his lips. A gesture telling me to stay quiet.
Ah. That wasn’t Kaiden. That was Jenas.
“So I’ve come back to reclaim the position my brother stole from me.”
Despite Rodban’s absurd declaration, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid remained unmoved, regarding him with an eerie calm. His quiet gaze was suffocatingly unsettling.
Whether Rodban knew it or not, he seemed intoxicated by his own performance—the image of himself striking at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“Enoch, I’ve prepared a gift for you.”
Rodban glared at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, then clapped his hands. Armed knights swept back the tent’s cloth and entered, carrying something. It appeared to be a person.
With a thud, the knight hurled the person he’d been carrying onto the floor.
“Kyaaah!”
Yuanna Lucy let out a scream, apparently startled by the sight of the bloodied figure collapsed on the ground.
“This is a sordid matter of the Langrid Royal Family’s internal affairs, so I ask for your understanding. My only business is with my younger brother, so please don’t worry.”
Rodban swept his gaze around the tent with a smile, then turned back to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid. Watching him narrow his eyes and measure Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s complexion, I became certain.
Rodban seemed to know about Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s Rampage.
But as time passed without any reaction from Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, Rodban’s composure gradually crumbled.
“…You’re not surprised?”
Rodban looked flustered, like someone who’d encountered an unexpected obstacle, and stared at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“Really not surprised?”
Rodban stepped closer to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and examined his face carefully. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s golden eyes swept over Rodban with indifference.
“What is this…? The Rampage? Shouldn’t he be going berserk?”
Rodban turned around with a bewildered expression, rambling incoherently. The knights who had accompanied him immediately lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze.
It seemed Rodban had wanted to orchestrate a scene where Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid would enter a Rampage in front of the key figures from various nations.
Perhaps he intended to suppress Enoch if he went berserk and be praised as a hero, or alternatively, expose his shameful secret to the public and strip him of his position.
If he had secretly obtained information about Enoch’s secret, it might have been a reasonably successful operation.
That is, if it had been before Enoch overcame his trauma.
Enoch let out a soft chuckle and picked up the gloves he had removed from the table.
“Are you finished?”
“What?”
Enoch slipped on his gloves with unhurried movements and asked again.
“I asked if that was all you had to say.”
His voice was disturbingly low, creating a dangerous atmosphere. Despite using honorific speech, there was an unmistakable air of contempt toward his opponent.
Rodban’s face twisted with humiliation.
“What is the meaning of this! You! You were clearly supposed to go berserk…!”
Rodban let out a scream-like cry. Enoch tilted his head slightly to one side and regarded Rodban with mockery in his eyes.
“Rampage? I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re referring to.”
I was watching the situation with great fascination when the Prince of Asdal whispered in my ear.
“You know, watching a fight is always the most entertaining thing.”
He had brought his face far too close, which was somewhat irritating, but I couldn’t disagree with his words. I wished we had popcorn.
Since the opponent was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, I wasn’t the least bit worried about Rodban’s schemes.
Whatever plan that Rodban had concocted, how impressive could it possibly be?
Rodban, who had been backing away with a cornered expression, swept his gaze across me, the Prince of Asdal, and our party with a panicked look.
His face had turned bright red, embarrassed at being humiliated before the high-ranking officials.
“Damn it! Seize that bastard at once—that’s an order!”
Armed knights poured into the tent. They immediately pointed their swords at Rodban instead of Enoch.
Rodban cried out in shock.
“What, what is this! You should be capturing that traitor, not me!”
The sharp blades pointed at him remained unmoved despite his desperate, frantic cries.
Rodban moved in panic, and his neck grazed against one of the swords pointed at him.
He screamed loudly and stumbled over a knight lying on the ground, falling flat on his face. Of course, I was more concerned about the knight sprawled on the floor than the fallen Rodban.
“It appears he still has a pulse. Once this situation concludes, I shall attend to his Healing.”
Archbishop Luzef, who had been standing behind me, whispered quietly in my ear. Right—we had the Archbishop and the Saint here, so what was there to worry about?
Enoch looked down at Rodban lying face-down on the floor with contempt and slowly walked toward him. Then he gestured to the knights and spoke.
“Did you truly believe these men were your brother’s? Did you think this military camp, the Crown Prince’s position, the Langrid Empire itself, truly belonged to you?”
Rodban swept his gaze across the assembled crowd with an expression of disbelief. I felt embarrassed and ashamed on his behalf. It was almost pitiful.
“Most of the knights in this military camp—indeed, most of the knights in the Langrid Empire—are my comrades-in-arms, having fought alongside me for years, brother.”
Only then did Rodban’s face turn ashen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Then his face contorted with rage as he glared at Enoch.
The sight of him trembling, unable to contain his rising fury, was utterly ridiculous.
“I have also heard that your position was restored on a ‘temporary’ basis, brother. His Majesty said he would only formally recognize you as a Prince again if you returned victorious from this war…”
Enoch stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Rodban with arrogant disdain, like a teacher reproaching a misbehaving student.
“What a shame. The war is progressing toward an armistice agreement, and now that I’ve returned, the Empire no longer has need for you, brother.”
He swept his hair back from his forehead with a weary expression.
“Still so foolishly incompetent. His Highness the Crown Prince of Hestia Kingdom and the Saint are present. What manner of disgrace is this?”
Wow. This was the first time I’d ever seen Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid criticize someone so openly and bitterly.
At his words, Rodban’s face flushed crimson as he turned to face us. One moment deathly pale, the next burning red—he was quite busy with the color changes.
“Upon our return to the Empire, I shall file charges for today’s conduct. With so many witnesses present, do you have any objections?”
“I—!”
“I’ve heard that you ordered the Knights to suppress and attack me while I was in a Rampage state. There are witnesses who can testify that you issued orders permitting my death during this process. Therefore, brother, this will not end in mere exile. The moment we return to the Empire, I shall petition His Majesty for your punishment.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid nodded to the Knights who held their Swords trained on Rodban.
“Restrain him.”
“Don’t come near me! Do you think I’ll just sit still?! Damn it, this can’t be happening. How did I even end up on this wretched Battlefield!”
Rodban, who had been screaming and resisting, suddenly crawled toward me. Of course, he couldn’t reach me—the Knights with their Swords drawn stood in his way.
Rodban looked up at me with a pathetic expression, his face hideously contorted as he pleaded.
“P-please, Lady Flone. Surely you can advocate for me?”
“Me? You’re asking me?”
“I am the man who will marry your sister, after all.”
I stared at him in utter disbelief.
“Innis is the heir of the Flone Family. Setting aside the fact that she cannot become Crown Princess or a Prince’s consort, why on earth would she marry a deposed Prince?”
“Pfft.”
At that moment, Jenas—inhabiting Kaiden’s body as he sat askew in a chair at the table—burst into laughter.
Rodban, oblivious to Jenas’s laughter, turned his fury toward me.
“You insolent wretch, acting so high and mighty!”
High and mighty? We’ve only just met, both officially and privately.
It was the moment Rodban rose from his seat to lunge at me.
Suddenly, a circular black shadow began forming beneath his feet.
Jenas slowly rose from his seat, his hand thrust into his pants pocket.
As he pressed his foot against the Floor and pushed it aside, the shadow beneath Rodban’s feet slid along with it. Then Rodban was hurled to the ground.
“And who are you to raise your voice so disrespectfully?”
Everyone turned to look at Jenas. He shrugged his shoulder and spoke.
“I made a promise to our descendant, you see.”

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