I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 198

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Chapter 198
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Yuanna Lucy stood at the wave-swept coastline, shading her eyes with her hand as she scanned the surroundings.
Our party had arrived at the Southern Coast of Langrid Empire, but we could find neither Jenas nor the Diego brothers, nor the Langrid Empire Military.
“Is this not the place?”
As Yuanna Lucy tilted her head in confusion, Prince of Asdal pulled out a map.
“This is the right location. The coordinates Diego Bastian Vilterheim sent last were here.”
Prince of Asdal alternated his gaze between the map and the coastline before turning to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with a puzzled expression.
“But when will the reinforcements arrive?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had been observing Margaret Rose Flone’s complexion the entire time and only belatedly looked toward Prince of Asdal.
“They said they would arrive within the day, so it would be best if we waited for now.”
Then Margaret Rose Flone slowly walked toward the beach. Everyone watched her with puzzled expressions, and we saw her pull a flare from her pants pocket.
“Margaret?”
Yuanna Lucy called out to her with a confused look, but she didn’t answer and opened the cylinder of the flare.
Soon her ring gleamed, and light gathered to begin forming bullets.
“I’m going to send a signal. To the Diego brothers.”
Margaret Rose Flone spoke with a hollow laugh. Yuanna Lucy said to her with a worried expression.
“What if that damned Jenas is nearby?”
“Then we could resolve the situation more quickly.”
At Margaret Rose Flone’s words, they all eventually agreed and fell silent. Then Margaret Rose Flone smiled and pulled down the loading lever of the flare, aiming it toward the sky.
Soon as she pulled the trigger, red smoke shot up into the sky.
Seconds later, it spread into a massive fireworks display that they all watched quietly. Margaret Rose Flone returned to them, shaking the flare she held as if embarrassed.
“This flare is finally living up to its name.”
“…It reminds me of when we first saw those fireworks on the island.”
Prince of Asdal muttered with a nostalgic expression. Then everyone fell silent as if recalling those events. Finally, Prince of Asdal spoke again, clearing the atmosphere.
“The reinforcements should arrive within the day, so that’s fortunate at least. We should cool our heads and make a plan. Let’s quickly find that damned Jenas and Archbishop Luzef, destroy the Magic Stone, and return home.”
“Agreed. I hope we catch that damned Jenas quickly. I’m also worried about our Archbishop.”
Yuanna Lucy agreed with Prince of Asdal’s words and gritted her teeth. They all harbored considerable anger toward Jenas.
Beyond the hardships they endured on the island, Prince of Asdal had lost one eye because of Jenas, and she had nearly sacrificed her soul to the island—it was only natural.
Everyone said they wanted to kill Jenas with their own hands. Margaret Rose Flone seemed no different.
“There doesn’t seem to be anywhere suitable to sit.”
Margaret Rose Flone murmured with a troubled expression.
We searched for a suitable place to sit nearby to make our plan, but finding nowhere appropriate, we eventually decided to sit on the Sandy Beach.
“If I were like I used to be, I would never sit directly on sand like this.”
Prince of Asdal grumbled as he sat down on the Sandy Beach. Despite saying such things, he was the first among our party to take a seat.
Since arriving, Prince of Asdal had talked incessantly. In contrast, Margaret Rose Flone had worn a dark expression the entire time, and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was preoccupied with observing her.
Yuanna Lucy sat beside Prince of Asdal and spoke to Margaret Rose Flone.
“Is Eun-ji alright?”
Eun-ji, who had been clinging to Margaret Rose Flone’s shoulder, lifted her head upon hearing herself called. Margaret Rose Flone nodded while stroking Eun-ji.
“Yes, she’s fine. It seems she gains strength each time she consumes a Magic Stone. She’s been evolving.”
“Well, evolution—that’s good news.”
Prince of Asdal approached and tapped Eun-ji’s head on Margaret Rose Flone’s shoulder with his hand, causing Eun-ji to puff a small flame at him with horns sprouting from her face.
Prince of Asdal made a fuss seeing that. Yuanna Lucy watched the scene with disdain for a moment before asking Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“So what are they doing about our old fogey?”
“An Allied Trial will be held, I hear.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid answered while sitting quietly with his arms crossed.
The Allied Trial was a system created for when incidents occurred that spanned the entire continent. To be precise, it was a system that arose due to the extraterritorial jurisdiction of the Mage Association and the Papal Court.
The location where the Allied Trial is held varies with each case. And this trial, given that the incident occurred in the Langrid Empire, would be held at the Langrid Imperial Palace, or so the news came.
“Probably, all members and accomplices of the Peony Faction will be referred to the Allied Trial, and with so many witnesses, they won’t be able to brush it aside ambiguously.”
At Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s response, Yuanna Lucy nodded and closed her mouth. Then silence fell again.
The atmosphere between Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and Margaret Rose Flone was peculiar. More precisely, it was Margaret Rose Flone lost in thought the whole time, and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid so preoccupied with her that he had no regard for anything else.
“Did you two fight? Am I being tactless by being here right now?”
When Yuanna Lucy spoke carefully, Margaret Rose Flone looked at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid in embarrassment.
“Do we fight?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid tilted his head slightly with an inscrutable expression and looked at me.
“We haven’t fought.”
“What is it? That ambiguous answer?”
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid answered with a somewhat dispirited tone and turned his head away.
“Enoch, what’s with that attitude? If you answer like that, what am I supposed to be?”
At Margaret Rose Flone’s question, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid looked at her with an expression of incomprehension instead.
“Lady Flone has much to concern herself with, does she not? I was merely showing consideration.”
“What? What do you mean by that?”
As Margaret Rose Flone continued her barrage of questions, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid narrowed the space between his eyebrows.
“Margaret Rose Flone.”
“Yes.”
“I’m simply trying to learn resignation. So I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone for now.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid showed no intention of offering further explanation. He didn’t appear particularly angry at Margaret Rose Flone; rather, his face bore the serene expression of one who had achieved enlightenment through resignation to something.
He closed his mouth again with a composed expression. At least that’s how it appeared on the surface, though whether his inner state was equally composed remained a mystery.
Yuanna Lucy watched them with an awkward smile before pulling a notebook from her bosom.
“Now, everyone please focus. This is the Papal Court’s experimental journal regarding dimensional rifts.”
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The day of the incident, at the back door of the kitchen of Duke Flone’s Castle.
In the shadowed corner that the castle wall’s torches could not illuminate, a war of nerves was unfolding with sharp intensity.
Linnehaon gripped Vanessa, Margaret Rose Flone’s maid, by the collar and held a blade to her pristine neck.
He issued a warning toward the man before him.
“Step aside.”
Yet the man stood motionless, his bearing noble and unbending.
As the scattered clouds parted in the dim night sky, brilliant moonlight poured down upon the man’s head. Even that seemed sacred and holy.
It was this that finally twisted Linnehaon’s mood. The man was always like this—pretending to be God’s sole representative in righteousness, feigning to be a flawless cleric chosen by God.
Linnehaon’s lips twisted. He yanked the maid he held in his grasp closer, raising the knife blade roughly.
“Archbishop Luzef Cain Dipherthe. I told you to move aside.”
“It won’t matter what you do, Linnehaon.”
Archbishop Luzef swept his gaze over Linnehaon and Vanessa with an indifferent expression.
In terms of raw power, Linnehaon could never defeat Archbishop Luzef. If he didn’t care too much about Vanessa, Archbishop Luzef could suppress Linnehaon with ease.
But Vanessa was a maid whom Margaret cherished. He couldn’t let her die.
Moreover, Archbishop Luzef spotted a suspicious pouch in Linnehaon’s hand. The stone fragments visible between the folds of the pouch as well.
So it was true—he had stolen all the missing Magic Stones and was making his escape. It seemed he intended to do something with them, though the exact purpose remained unclear.
“You can’t beat me anyway. You never have.”
Light sparkled like starlight across Archbishop Luzef’s palm, forming a luminous sphere that gradually expanded and circled slowly around his body.
Linnehaon swallowed hard as he watched Archbishop Luzef manifest his Holy Power. Cold sweat dripped from his palms.
As he said, if a direct confrontation erupted, Linnehaon would be the one to break. How many times had he suffered humiliation and defeat at Archbishop Luzef’s hands…!
‘Damn it, they said they’d open the Warp Gate once I send the signal!’
Linnehaon scanned his surroundings anxiously. They had agreed that if he used a Magic Stone at Duke Flone’s Castle to send a signal into the sky, Marquis Rohade would open the Warp Gate. He had even sent the coordinates in advance.
‘But why still…!’
Linnehaon spun half a rotation to the side while gripping Vanessa’s collar. At the same moment, a sharp, pointed spear of light pierced the spot where he had been standing.
Cold sweat trickled down his back.
“Do you wish for this woman to die?”
As Linnehaon tightened his grip on the knife blade hovering near Vanessa’s throat, she burst into tears.
“Sob.”
Archbishop Luzef hesitated.
“I… I’m fine. If I become a hindrance to what Lady Margaret is doing, I’m willing to die…. Ugh.”
“Silence.”
As Linnehaon brought the blade closer, Vanessa finally closed her mouth, and Archbishop Luzef stopped advancing.
Just then, a massive Magic Circle began to materialize beneath their feet on the dirt ground. At last, Marquis Rohade had activated the Warp Gate.
Linnehaon stood upon the Magic Circle, holding the maid Vanessa hostage. For the first time, bewilderment crossed Archbishop Luzef’s face.
Confusion on Archbishop Luzef’s face—a thrilling exhilaration surged through Linnehaon’s entire body. With a triumphant expression, he spoke to him.
“Victory isn’t always achieved through brute force alone.”
The light generated from the Magic Circle formed a pillar of radiance stretching straight to the sky. Linnehaon intended to warp away with Vanessa as his hostage.
Until Archbishop Luzef stepped onto the Warp Gate just before the Magic Circle’s activation completed.
“What, what is this! You…!”
Since this wasn’t part of the arrangement with his allies, if Archbishop Luzef followed him alone, the disadvantage would be his. Yet Archbishop Luzef showed no hesitation.
As the blinding light completely vanished, a vast sandy beach came into view, along with a strange middle-aged man waiting for them.
Silver hair elegantly swept back and crimson eyes—the distinctive features symbolizing the Marquis Rohade Family. The middle-aged gentleman stroked his neatly trimmed beard as he questioned Linnehaon.
“Archbishop. Is this man perhaps… the one I know?”
At his question, Archbishop Luzef swiftly snatched Vanessa from Linnehaon’s momentarily careless grasp.
But Linnehaon showed no particular attachment to Vanessa, withdrawing to stand beside Marquis Rohade.
After all, Vanessa had merely been a hostage he seized to warp to the Langrid Southern Coast where Marquis Rohade awaited. Now that her purpose was served, she needed to be killed along with Archbishop Luzef.
“Indeed. This is Archbishop Luzef. As one of the survivors, it would be best to eliminate him here along with the maid.”
“What? How are you handling this? You couldn’t even deal with one Archbishop and brought him all the way here. Tsk.”
Upon hearing Linnehaon’s words, Marquis Rohade raised his voice with an air of irritation.
Watching the two of them, Archbishop Luzef tensed.
One Linnehaon alone would have been manageable, but facing Marquis Rohade—the de facto leader of the Mage Association—simultaneously was quite a burden even for Archbishop Luzef. He had to steel himself.
Vanessa, observing Archbishop Luzef’s face hardened by tension, murmured desperately.
“Please, please abandon me and just escape, Archbishop. I’m… I’m useless. I’ve become a burden to both Lady Flone and you.”
Archbishop Luzef’s gaze, which had been watching his opponent, flickered toward her for a moment.
‘Useless.’
The phrase that had tormented him endlessly on the island.
And the phrase that had tormented him endlessly until he became an Archbishop.
Linnehaon had always believed that Archbishop Luzef obtained everything effortlessly without any struggle. He attributed it to his innate talent from birth and the backing of his family.
‘You are the pride of our family. So endure. Become the greatest. I cannot bear to see you fall behind other priests.’
The Deferthe Family, into which Archbishop Luzef was born and raised, had produced Archbishops and Popes generation after generation. And the Count of Deferthe had forced Archbishop Luzef to inherit that legacy.
As if his very existence would be worthless if he did not become the greatest.
His mind cooled sharply. His anxiously racing heart began to relax slowly. The tension dissipated, and his thoughts began to operate with rationality.
Archbishop Luzef, watching Marquis Rohade draw a Magic Circle and Linnehaon assume a stance to activate Holy Power, spoke to Vanessa.
“There is no such thing as a useless person in this world. Are you not precious to Lady Flone? You are valuable simply by existing to those who cherish you.”
He stretched his right hand to the side without turning to look at Vanessa.
Meteor-like lights emerged within his palm and began to rotate, sweeping in a great arc around his right arm before transforming into a sharp, elongated spear.
Archbishop Luzef twirled the spear, composed entirely of pure white light, once in his hand, then lowered his upper body into an attacking stance.
He spoke quietly to Vanessa.
“Step back. I will protect you.”

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