I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 205

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Chapter 205
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Diego had assembled the Mages and the Langrid Empire Military forces sent by the Emperor of Langrid at the Southern Langrid Sea.
One of the ships docked at the Harbor had vanished. Archbishop Luzef and Diego surmised it was the work of Marquis Rohade. Traces of Magic had been discovered.
Together with Archbishop Luzef, they entered the Island and carefully selected reinforcements to aid Margaret’s party and a Reconnaissance Team to search for Marquis Rohade while patrolling the waters surrounding the Island.
However, Archbishop Luzef’s body—tasked with delivering the Magic Stone to Margaret—was far from sound.
Though receiving Healing from the Mages, the treatment wrought through Mana proved far less effective than Divine Power would have been.
“Will you be all right?”
At Diego’s question, Archbishop Luzef, his complexion pallid, drew a deep breath before answering.
“Yes, I am fine. The Magic Stone must be destroyed. I fear we may lose this opportunity if we delay.”
Diego nodded with an impassive expression. Of course, regardless of that reason, he understood Archbishop Luzef’s intent. This was the final chance to end everything.
It was then. Suddenly, a Warp Gate opened in the Southern Langrid Sea. The coordinates marked pointed to Duke Flone’s Castle.
“So everyone has gathered here.”
Diego recognized that the one who had opened the Warp Gate and emerged was Duke Flone.
Following him came some of the Langrid Empire Military forces that had remained at the Castle, along with the Duke’s private soldiers.
But that was not all. This time, a Warp Gate marked with coordinates from the Langrid Imperial Palace opened.
Among them were the Emperor of Langrid and his retainers. The Emperor, trailing people behind him like a string of pearls, made his entrance while his crimson Cloak billowed, displaying his magnificence.
The supreme leader of the Empire appearing in such elaborate and leisurely fashion in what was practically a Battlefield—all who spotted the Emperor were bewildered.
At the unexpected arrival of this figure, both Diego and Marcel rushed forward, knelt on one knee, and offered their salute.
“For the glory of Langrid! We greet His Majesty the Emperor!”
Once Diego finished his salute, the Knights nearby all knelt on one knee in unison and cried out.
“For the glory of Langrid!”
The Emperor stroked his beard as he surveyed the Imperial Army and Mages assembled at the Coastline.
“I heard the news that Alea Island has finally been found—how could I not make the journey myself?”
Duke Flone, equally unprepared for the Emperor’s arrival, failed to maintain his composure and stared blankly at him.
The Emperor laughed with ease and swept his gaze across the assembly.
“An Allied tribunal will convene soon. Before then, I must verify this with my own eyes. This historic moment.”
Wrinkles creased Duke Flone’s forehead.
“A historic moment, you say?”
“Following the incident at Duke Flone’s Castle and now discovering Alea Island itself—is this not an extraordinary affair? Is this not the moment when the Standing of the Papal Court and the Mage Association crumbles? I must witness it with my own eyes. Today is the day history itself changes, is it not?”
While I agree that history is changing, the Emperor had traveled to what amounted to a Battlefield merely to observe it at his leisure. The situation was utterly absurd.
It was a telling moment of how lightly the Emperor regarded the suffering of the survivors on Alea Island.
Though Diego remained unmoved upon hearing the Emperor’s untimely words, Marcel’s face twisted subtly. The prospect of having to manage court protocol amid active conflict left him in despair.
The Emperor turned his head with an expression brimming with anticipation. Duke Flone followed the Emperor’s gaze in the same direction.
There stood the Editor-in-Chief of the Benneton Newspaper himself, taking notes on their conversation. Satisfied with what he saw, the Emperor turned back to Diego.
“You said the one behind the Experiments fled to the Island?”
“Indeed, Your Majesty. Currently, Your Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the Crown Prince Hestia, the Saint, and Lady Flone have entered the Island, and we plan to dispatch reinforcements shortly.”
“Hmm. Our Crown Prince is handling things well, as expected. Dependable. He was a remarkable child from his youth.”
Remarkable child, my foot.
Diego swallowed the rising anger within him.
It was common knowledge throughout the Langrid Empire how indifferent the Emperor was to his own children. He was a man who remained unmoved even as princes and princesses perished by the Empress’s hand.
Diego, who had witnessed Enoch struggling desperately to survive both the Emperor’s apathy and the Empress’s machinations targeting him, found the Emperor’s words all the more repugnant.
“Well then, once this situation concludes, shall we all venture into the island together? I’m positively dying to know what sort of place it is.”
At the Emperor’s words, Diego and Marcel reluctantly nodded. As the Emperor surveyed his surroundings, Duke Flone belatedly offered his greetings to Diego.
“In any case, it’s good to see you, Diego. I thought I might be of some assistance, so I came.”
“I hadn’t expected you to provide direct support. Your arrival strengthens our fighting power considerably, and I can only express my gratitude.”
At Diego’s courteous greeting, Duke Flone broke into a pleased smile.
Yet that relief was short-lived. Dark clouds suddenly gathered across the sky, and strange bolts of lightning began to descend.
“We must move quickly.”
As Duke Flone spoke, Diego nodded and began issuing orders to execute the plan.
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Upon the crumbled and ruined earth stood a moss-covered flat stone wall, steadfast and resolute.
A gust of wind swept before the silent Door, and a magic circle materialized upon the dirt ground. A brilliant blue light surged from the earth toward the sky, and a human form took shape.
Jenas, who had warped before the bunker, opened the stone wall and descended the bunker’s stairs with light steps. He had come to retrieve the magical power he had accumulated through experiments over a thousand years.
Jenas hummed as he recalled the Saint and her companions whom he had dragged to the island.
After retrieving the magical power and collapsing the dimension, he would safely take Margaret and leave the island.
And he would instruct Marquis Rohade to detonate the Saint and her companions along with the island.
If only Margaret had surrendered willingly, none of this would have been necessary. It was their own fault for foolishly resisting and being dragged to the island.
In the bunker’s basement.
Standing before the “Dimension Gate” among two doors, he gazed upon it with renewed appreciation. How much effort had he expended over a thousand years to master this door completely?
This “Dimension Gate” had been created at the site where the “Rift” existed.
The closer one approached the rift, the more intense the magical wavelength became, making it difficult to handle completely. Thus, he and Anata had created an intermediary device called the “Door”—a door designed to manage the dangerous rift more stably.
It was around the time when he and Anata first created the island and had conducted about ten experiments. He had succeeded for the first time in pulling various objects from beyond the dimension. It was his first success in ten years, so the memory remained vivid.
However, after that, while he succeeded in retrieving objects a few more times, he repeatedly failed to pass living creatures through.
The rift was that difficult to control. Thus, in a crisis situation like the present, he had to abandon his ambition to master the dimension completely. The final experiment had failed, leaving him with insufficient magical power.
In this case, he had no choice but to forcibly collapse the dimensional wall using the magical power he had accumulated, even if it meant overextending himself.
If he could not possess it intact, he would dominate it through destruction.
Jenas placed his palm upon the Dimension Gate. Beneath his palm, a magic circle of blue light materialized, and the circle gradually expanded within his hand, engulfing the entire door.
Soon, pure white smoke emanated from the magic circle enveloping the door, coalescing beneath Jenas’s palm.
The tangled mass of smoke continued to rotate like thread, eventually condensing into a perfect sphere that settled into Jenas’s grasp.
Jenas gazed down at the sphere in his hand.
The magical power of countless experimental subjects accumulated through a thousand years of experiments. With this alone, he could collapse the dimensional rift.
“Now it’s truly time to end this.”
He murmured, holding the sphere.
Yet at that moment, Jenas sensed a strange aura within himself.
Like a dying ember barely rekindled to life, a faint warmth arose within his body.
It was unmistakably Kaiden’s.
Could he be awakening? That shouldn’t be possible. Jenas recited the incantation once more, his mind troubled.
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Kaiden faintly heard Jenas’s humming. He knew well where Jenas currently stood.
It was the Bunker.
Obey.
A strange voice, layered like multiple tones overlapping, struck Kaiden’s entire body with devastating force.
This was different from the activation word created by the Peony Faction for Jenas, who was struggling to control his body.
This was an activation word Jenas had crafted specifically to command Kaiden.
Boom–!
Once again, a violent shock crashed through his heart. The pain was intense, as if someone were gripping his heart and tearing it from his chest.
Kaiden’s vision flickered in and out. His consciousness grew hazy.
By all rights, he should have slipped into unconsciousness by now.
His body had been modified and brainwashed by the Papal Court. Resisting their will was naturally not easy.
Yet still, Kaiden endured.
Had he not asked Margaret to wait for him with his own lips? This was something he had to overcome himself. He could not surrender.
Gritting his teeth and barely holding on, Kaiden became aware of a transparent glass sphere resting in Jenas’s hand. More precisely, it was a sphere filled with pale, swirling smoke.
The aura emanating from the sphere alone was extraordinary. Kaiden intuited that it contained the magical power accumulated through a thousand years of experiments.
Kaiden recalled the conversation Jenas and Marquis Rohade had shared.
‘He said he would recover the remaining magical power.’
That was the only reason Jenas had needed to return to the island.
‘You trust me too. Just bear with being with Jenas a little longer.’
‘Of course I worry and think of you. Because you’re precious to me. Love isn’t only about rational emotion, after all.’
He continued to recall the conversation he had just shared with Margaret.
To keep from losing consciousness, he held onto his rationality by summoning her face and voice, every detail of her.
Kaiden stared at his trembling hands and clenched them into fists. Then, barely parting his quivering lips, he completed a word over what felt like an eternity.
[Manifest.]
“Ugh.”
Jenas, who had been about to leave to find Margaret, felt a searing seal press down upon his soul and collapsed to the ground with a cry of agony.
“Damn it, our descendant. How did you resist when I spoke the activation word?”
Having overcome the pain of the seal, Jenas muttered in genuine shock.
Kaiden’s body had been modified to move at the activation word, yet he had overcome it through sheer willpower—a situation that defied all logic.

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