I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 201

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Chapter 201
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Archbishop Luzef drew a labored breath. The sound of his own breathing echoed unnaturally loud in his ears.
Gasp. Gasp.
Panting heavily, I wiped away the sweat that had accumulated at my jawline, trickling down my temple. Unlike the blood-soaked Archbishop Luzef, Marquis Rohade and Linnehaon appeared relatively unscathed.
Archbishop Luzef adjusted his grip on the spear he held. Then, with nimble precision, he swung it to deflect the Pillar of Fire that Marquis Rohade had hurled, before pivoting to block Linnehaon’s spear thrust.
Clang—
With their spears locked, Linnehaon’s expression twisted in irritation.
“Why don’t you just surrender already? Then I’ll show you mercy and kill you painlessly.”
Archbishop Luzef, in turn, swept his spear in a wide arc before lowering his upper body into a defensive stance, responding tersely.
“That’s my line.”
Linnehaon appeared outwardly unharmed, yet exhaustion was equally evident on his face.
The healing power that Priests possessed could not be used for themselves. Moreover, when the Divine Power granted by God was twisted and repurposed for attack and slaughter, those restrictions became far more severe.
As Marquis Rohade activated a Magic Circle, iron chains erupted from beneath Archbishop Luzef’s feet, binding them. In that same instant, Linnehaon charged forward, swinging his spear.
“Ugh!”
“Archbishop!”
Vanessa’s anguished cry pierced the air as Archbishop Luzef, his side deeply gashed by the spear, collapsed with a groan.
It was at that moment, when Linnehaon seized the opening and swung his spear toward the Archbishop’s back.
Clang!
A sharp Long Sword suddenly materialized, blocking Linnehaon’s spear.
“Damn it, what—?”
As Linnehaon turned his head, breathing heavily, a Knight with dark midnight hair came into view.
The Cloak bore the seal of the Langrid Empire Military, and the armor’s design marked him as belonging to the Imperial Guard.
“Archbishop, are you alright? How did you come to be here alone?!”
Diego examined Archbishop Luzef’s condition before roughly deflecting Linnehaon’s spear. Marcel, who rushed in behind him, positioned himself in front of Archbishop Luzef and blocked Marquis Rohade’s assault.
Marcel and Diego provided Cover on the Archbishop’s left and right respectively, while the Imperial Army under their command surrounded Linnehaon and Marquis Rohade.
Though drenched in blood, Archbishop Luzef pointed to Vanessa, who sat trembling behind him.
“She is Lady Flone’s Maid. Please protect her.”
With that, he gripped his spear and charged toward Linnehaon once more.
Linnehaon blocked Archbishop Luzef’s attack with his manifested spear, but in terms of Physical Strength, he was clearly being overwhelmed.
Marquis Rohade, who had been quietly observing the situation, clicked his tongue and created a Magic Circle beneath his feet.
As signs of a Warp became apparent, the Diego brothers rushed forward, but he had already activated the Gate. Marquis Rohade vanished from sight in a flash of brilliant light.
Linnehaon, still locked with Archbishop Luzef’s spear, turned in shock toward the spot where Marquis Rohade had abandoned him.
“Gahhh!”
In that moment of distraction, Archbishop Luzef’s spear pierced through his abdomen, and blood poured forth.
Archbishop Luzef twisted the spear that had run through Linnehaon’s body slightly deeper. Then, looking at Linnehaon’s face before him, he spoke.
“Nothing in this world comes without effort, Linnehaon.”
How many hours had I endured in agony and perseverance to ensure I never became a useless person?
Linnehaon’s face contorted violently, his mouth gaping open. He tried to speak, but the relentless torrent of blood made it impossible.
In the end, he closed his eyes without uttering a final word to Archbishop Luzef.
Archbishop Luzef dissipated the spear he held in his hand. As the spear composed of pure white light vanished, Linnehaon’s corpse collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
Marcel immediately helped Vanessa to her feet. Diego, supporting Archbishop Luzef, asked a question.
“What on earth has happened here?”
Archbishop Luzef, moving his body with Diego’s support, only then seemed to remember the question and approached the fallen Linnehaon.
After rummaging through Linnehaon’s belongings for some time without finding what he sought, Archbishop Luzef’s expression darkened considerably.
“Linnehaon fled to this place with Magic Stones. But since he doesn’t have them, it appears Marquis Rohade has taken all the remaining Magic Stones.”
“Magic Stones? I heard about them from Your Highness through a communication spell. How many Magic Stones remain?”
“It appears Marquis Rohade has taken seven Magic Stones.”
As Archbishop Luzef answered thus, he rummaged through his own pocket and withdrew something, opening his palm. In his hand lay a single ugly, jagged Stone Block.
“I managed to set aside one.”
Margaret had once said that Magic Stones must be destroyed as soon as they are obtained. Keeping them was dangerous, she had warned.
‘Margaret’s pet serpent gains power by destroying these Magic Stones, or so she said….’
“I must deliver this to Lady Flone at once.”
Archbishop Luzef placed the Magic Stone he held into his pocket.
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Five hours before meeting Margaret’s party at the Harbor, in the Southern Langrid Sea.
Jenas stood atop a cliff where waves crashed fiercely, quietly observing the seascape.
Alea Island was not visible from here. The island was concealed by space-time distortion Magic, making it impossible to find without knowing its exact location and approaching accordingly.
After leaving word with Margaret at Duke Flone’s Castle to come to Alea Island, Jenas immediately warped to the Langrid Southern Coast.
And he had stood here for quite some time, waiting only for the sun to rise.
He withdrew a pocket watch from his Robe pocket and checked the time.
“It should be about time for Marquis Rohade to arrive.”
Kaiden gave no response to his quiet murmur. Jenas eventually posed a direct question to Kaiden.
[Our descendant, what’s the reason? Do you really want to die like this? Of course I’m grateful, but it’s incredibly unsettling.]
‘I’m thinking.’
Contrary to his expectation of receiving no answer, a response came from Kaiden. It seemed he hadn’t fully entered Hibernation. Or perhaps he was preparing to enter it.
Jenas could not understand this. Entering Hibernation was tantamount to death.
Because even if Kaiden awakened from Hibernation once Jenas completely possessed his body, there would be no returning.
He still remembered Kaiden’s piercing gaze burning with desire for Revenge against the Rohade Family. Yet how could such magnificent competitive spirit be broken so completely in an instant?
Well, thanks to Kaiden’s mental collapse, they hadn’t come this far. It was a stroke of incredible fortune for Jenas. It made things easier.
[Descendant, surely this isn’t because of Margaret?]
This time, no answer came.
The call came from a different direction.
“Jenas.”
Jenas turned around. In his field of vision appeared Marquis Rohade, exhausted and gasping for breath.
And the moment Jenas spotted Marquis Rohade, a reaction came from Kaiden.
It was an emotion far more violent than expected. An emotion bordering on Anger directed at Marquis Rohade.
Jenas narrowed the space between his eyebrows. To fully dominate the body, he needed to quickly recover the Magic Stones and restore at least some of his power.
“The Magic Stones.”
At Jenas’s question, Marquis Rohade withdrew a heavy-looking worn pouch from the pocket of his Mage Robe.
Marquis Rohade’s eyes grew clouded as he gripped the Magic Stone in his hand.
Holding a Magic Stone in one’s grasp causes the mind to be dominated by one’s inner desires. And if exposed to such a state for an extended period—say, more than a month—it becomes difficult to escape the brainwashing. Unless the Magic Stones completely vanish from this world, that is.
Jenas counted the Magic Stones as he took the pouch from Marquis Rohade. There were seven Magic Stones in total.
‘I heard that serpent consumed about five Magic Stones.’
Did Margaret acquire three from our party? Or was one lost?
“Is this all? Seven stones?”
At Jenas’s question, Marquis Rohade’s expression grew flustered. He hadn’t had the chance to account for the exact number of Magic Stones he’d received from Archbishop Linnehaon.
“Yes. The rest appear to have been lost at Duke Flone’s Castle.”
Jenas stared down at the Magic Stones with an uneasy expression.
After all, only Jenas could fully utilize the Magic Stones. Besides, Margaret’s pet serpent had supposedly consumed and destroyed all the Magic Stones she’d taken.
…But what if it hadn’t destroyed them, but absorbed them like he did?
‘If that’s the case, I’ll have to kill that serpent first.’
Jenas, who had been lost in thought while stroking his chin, grasped a Magic Stone in his hand and absorbed it.
A subtle blue light flowed from his hand, gradually enveloping his entire body and radiating outward. The fragments of Jenas’s soul, scattered like grains of sand within Kaiden’s body, began to gather and coalesce.
Ahhh—
Jenas spread both arms wide and drew in a deep breath.
This was the feeling.
The sensation of having a proper body.
His strength hadn’t fully returned, but he could now control Kaiden’s body as he wished.
Jenas, with a refreshed expression, turned to Marquis Rohade, who knelt on one knee before him, and asked.
“By the way, where is Archbishop Linnehaon? According to what I heard, wasn’t he supposed to come?”
After taking control of Kaiden’s body, Jenas immediately contacted Marquis Rohade. And at that time, Marquis Rohade had told him something.
That if the worst came to pass, Archbishop Linnehaon would recover all the Magic Stones and come to the Southern Langrid Sea.
“He is dead.”
“Dead?”
“One of the survivors followed us. Archbishop Luzef. In the process of dealing with him….”
“Then Archbishop Luzef is also dead?”
“…There were reinforcements. They appeared to be from the Imperial Guard.”
“Tch. Never mind that then.”
Jenas waved his hand dismissively with a disappointed expression, and Marquis Rohade flinched, lowering his head.
Jenas stared quietly at the crown of Marquis Rohade’s head, then spoke with an animated voice as if a good idea had occurred to him.
“There is something you must do for me.”
“Your command, sir.”
“When I give the signal, have your forces enter Alea Island.”
“Just enter? Should I have the Mages stand by….”
“No, never mind that. Just enter.”
At Jenas’s curt command, Marquis Rohade tilted his head in confusion.
When Anata designed the experimental island, she had prepared contingencies for the event of a failed experiment. In addition to the Barrier that warped space-time, she had installed an automatic detonation device.
And if an intruder was detected approaching by means other than the Warp Gate, the island was designed to explode to destroy all evidence.
Jenas would recover the remaining Mana on the island. Then, he would lure the survivors of the experimental island to enter, planning to eliminate them all at once. Of course, with the exception of Margaret.
“I’ll go into the island and retrieve the Mana I’ve accumulated over the years. You wait here for my signal.”
I told Margaret Rose Flone that there might be more Magic Stones on Alea Island, but that was merely a lie to lure her there.
I needed Margaret Rose Flone’s soul as much as the Mana I’d gathered for a thousand years.
“Are you going by ship? Then I should procure a vessel….”
“Sigh. Think for a moment. How do you suppose we transported experimental subjects to the island from the outside world over a thousand years?”
As Jenas exhaled in exasperation, Marquis Rohade flinched and glanced nervously at him.
“There’s a Gate on the island. Only I know its coordinates.”
At Jenas’s explanation, Marquis Rohade’s expression finally cleared with understanding.
“Now go.”
At Jenas’s command, Marquis Rohade nodded and hurried away.
Jenas gazed up at the sky, gauging the time. Margaret Rose Flone would follow him once she finished organizing Duke Flone’s Castle.
The time had come.
I should go fetch Margaret Rose Flone soon.
A soul that had traversed another dimension. Margaret Rose Flone was my final key. If I could keep only her by my side, the rifts in the shattered dimension would never be sealed.
Jenas recalled Margaret Rose Flone’s face as she glared at him with hatred in her eyes, saying she wanted him dead.
The thought of that face streaked with tears, begging him for mercy, already thrilled him. A humming escaped his lips unbidden.
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Langrid Southern Coast.
Jenas stood at the end of the dock, regarding us with a benevolent expression as though a god were gazing down upon mortals.
I couldn’t fathom where or how he’d appeared. It would be impossible without using Magic.
‘Could it be…that he’s already obtained the Magic Stone?’
I recalled the lost Magic Stone with Linnehaon. If that were truly the case, it meant Jenas had already recovered some of his power.
Then what about Kaiden?
My mind went blank. Then Jenas’s voice reached my ears again.
“Let me take Margaret Rose Flone. Then I’ll spare all of you.”
Jenas spoke as though bestowing a favor. Was he planning to take me hostage again?
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid replied sharply, without a moment’s hesitation. Jenas raised an eyebrow and regarded him with displeasure.
I aimed a Flare at Jenas and asked, “What do you plan to do with me?”
Jenas finally turned his gaze back to me.
“I’ll protect you.”
“That’s a lie.”
“It’s the truth. I need you.”
“Where are we going?”
“To Alea Island.”
“Why there? What’s your objective?”
“No more questions.”
Again. He blocked every crucial question, leaving only mysteries in his wake.
I turned over his words from moments before in my mind.
I mulled over what he had said just moments before.
To Alea Island, then….
Even if there were an automatic detonation device, Jenas would surely not detonate the island while he remained there.
Someone needed to be at his side to stop him no matter what he did. Besides, Kaiden was inside his body.
I hesitated for a moment before turning to look at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“No.”
The moment I looked at him, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid expressed his refusal. Then Yuanna Lucy, who had been quietly observing the situation, stepped forward.
“I agree with him. It’s not possible.”
At her firm words, Prince of Asdal nodded in agreement and added his voice.
“I have nothing more to say either. I cannot give up Lady Flone. Do you understand what Lady Flone means to me?”
Then Jenas let out a weary sigh, his face exhausted. He stamped his foot.
“Fine, whatever. I was planning to turn that island into a tomb for all of us anyway. If that’s what you want.”
A pristine white light spread from beneath his feet, swiftly engulfing the entire Sandy Beach at the harbor. In the distance, I could see Knights and Mages who had gone out on reconnaissance running toward us.
Several Knights nearby entered the range of the Magic Circle that Jenas had deployed, along with us.
A massive Magic Circle drawn beneath our feet began to emit light. It resembled the formula of a Warp Gate, but this one was far larger.
Jenas smiled at us. He snapped his fingers and spoke.
“Let us return together. To our island.”
Yes, perhaps it was for the best. Let’s go back to that damned island. It will become your tomb.
I glared at Jenas and closed my eyes as the light grew blindingly white around me.

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