I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 218

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Side Story 3
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At the same moment, in the heart of the Langrid Empire’s Capital.
The path leading toward the Arden River was congested with carriages and crowds.
Among them, the Papal Court’s pure white carriage adorned with lilies drew the attention of passersby.
Yuanna Lucy, sitting inside the carriage, drew back the curtain at the window only to meet countless gazes, then quietly closed it again.
She tapped her feet anxiously against the floor.
“That’s why I said we should use a different carriage instead of the Papal Court’s. It’s too conspicuous.”
Archbishop Luzef, who had been quietly reading scripture behind his glasses, lifted his head. His stern expression deepened as he furrowed the space between his eyebrows.
“Without this carriage, the Saint wouldn’t have been able to leave at all. Why did you cut your hair so short?”
Archbishop Luzef grumbled irritably, pointing out Yuanna Lucy’s short hair.
It hadn’t been long since Yuanna Lucy became a Saint. It was due to the sudden manifestation of Holy Power.
And the moment she became a Saint, her first act of rebellion against the old fogeys of the Papal Court who had dragged me here was to cut her hair short with a Dagger.
As Archbishop Luzef was reminiscing about the past, Yuanna Lucy suddenly opened the carriage door.
“This won’t do. Let’s walk, Archbishop.”
Of course, without waiting for Archbishop Luzef’s response, Yuanna Lucy jumped down from the carriage.
“Saint…! Yuanna Lucy!”
Archbishop Luzef, who had been about to call her Saint, swallowed his words due to the concentrated attention of the people around them and called out her name instead.
However, Yuanna Lucy didn’t even look back and strode away with long steps. Archbishop Luzef hurriedly chased after her.
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The Fireworks Festival of Langrid was held annually under the management of the Magic Tower.
And this Fireworks Festival was the first major event held since Kaiden became the Magic Tower Master. Therefore, there could be no mistakes.
‘What on earth is this? The Mana Flow feels strange. It’s all mixed up with the Fireworks Magic Formula, so I can’t tell.’
Moreover, a similar aura was emanating from the largest Temple in the Capital.
Just then, Kaiden’s Aide reported that the Temple was preparing Experiments, so Kaiden nodded in agreement. However, that information was false.
Kaiden ran his hand through his hair.
‘Damn it, I need to control myself better. Every time the Temple comes up, I lose my mind.’
Whenever talk of that cursed Temple and Magical Experiments came up, he would rush forward without thinking, and here he was, coming up empty-handed again.
‘Once the festival ends, I’ll need to beat that Aide half to death to feel better.’
First, he needed to locate that strange Mana Flow again. It would put his mind at ease if he inspected all the Bridges where the Fireworks were installed.
With that resolve, as Kaiden inspected the Bridges, he witnessed an unexpected sight on the Lamberson Bridge.
“That scoundrel of a bastard….”
On the Bridge was his younger brother. His youngest brother, whom he wasn’t particularly close to. Kaiden despised all the siblings of the Rohade Family.
The people of the Rohade Family had created Kaiden as a sacrificial lamb, burdened him with a harsh fate, and enjoyed happiness in the light among themselves. They gave no thought to Kaiden’s suffering.
His youngest brother was no different.
“I’ve been far too docile lately.”
It had been quite a while since he last visited the Rohade estate. He needed to periodically go there and crush those irritating offspring.
With each step Kaiden took, his Cloak fluttered magnificently. Following the flutter of the Cloak, snowflake crystals scattered beautifully.
At that sight, people gazed upon Kaiden with reverence.
Kaiden walked forward without concern for the gazes following behind him, when he collided with someone.
Thud.
Someone collided with me and tumbled to the ground.
“Damn it.”
“Hey, watch your language.”
“Sister? I’m upset. That scoundrel hit a poor Lady first.”
Huh?
Kaiden turned away with an exasperated expression. He had accidentally brushed shoulders, but he hadn’t struck anyone. It was simply an unforeseen accident born from the sheer density of the crowd.
In my line of sight, a young woman was rising from the ground.
Platinum blonde hair, suffused with the radiance of the setting sun, gleamed brilliantly. As unusually full and long eyelashes trembled and lifted, crystalline blue eyes—like fragments of the sea itself—emerged from beneath them.
Her delicate, deer-like beauty was so exquisite and radiant that even Kaiden, who was notoriously harsh in his aesthetic judgments, found himself momentarily awestruck.
“What are you staring at? Apologize.”
At the impudent tone that escaped her cherry-red, delicate lips, Kaiden snapped back to attention.
In that moment, the woman picked up her fallen hat from the ground, placed it on her head, and lowered her veil to carefully conceal her face.
“What does it matter if that person is a noble?”
“Then I apologize for the rudeness. Are you alright, sir? But we’re in a hurry right now, so would you mind stepping aside while we ask nicely?”
At the words of the woman who appeared to be her companion, she offered a gentle smile with her completely transformed demeanor.
Kaiden found himself laughing helplessly at the absurdity. What kind of woman was this?
Suddenly, I became curious about her name.
But he couldn’t bring himself to ask her for it.
“Innis, over there. The place that man mentioned earlier.”
She grasped her companion’s hand as though he didn’t exist and passed by him.
“Forgive us.”
The woman called Innis apologized to him once more on behalf of her group and departed.
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“How dare this half-Crown Prince block our path!”
Even Diego couldn’t stop this. It was language that rightfully warranted charges of lèse-majesté. There were even dozens of witnesses.
The crowd continued to swell, and it was certain this would grace tomorrow morning’s newspaper headlines.
Diego sighed. It was Baron Rockford who had hurled insults at Enoch as he approached them.
The fortunate part was that the men were engaged in such reckless behavior that the sight of the Crown Prince standing on the street without a carriage would likely go unnoticed.
Moreover, weren’t they actively insulting the Crown Prince and hastening his departure? Not even the Empress could protect him from this.
“No one passes through here! Not even if it’s an ash-covered Crown Prince!”
Baron Rockford even mocked Enoch with a shrill voice. When had he become covered in ash?
“That crazy bastard….”
Diego naturally assumed Enoch would resolve the matter through dialogue. However, his expectations were completely shattered.
Approaching the three men mounted on horseback, Enoch tapped each horse’s hindquarters in succession.
Neeeigh—!
The startled horses reared up in unison.
“Ahhhhh!”
The men tumbled from their saddles one after another.
It was an incident that could easily escalate into a serious accident, and since the opponents were nobles, Diego went pale and rushed toward Enoch.
‘Damn it! Even so!’
I had miscalculated badly. Yet Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid remained composed, his expression unbothered. The man tumbling from his horse was caught by the scruff of his neck, while the rest of his body crashed to the ground.
Fortunately, since the horse wasn’t galloping at full speed, the injuries weren’t severe.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid hurled the man he’d been holding by the scruff to the ground. He even dusted off his hand as if he’d touched something filthy.
Before the horses could grow more agitated and bolt, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid gestured toward Diego Bastian Vilterheim, who was already soothing and calming them by their reins.
“It’s dangerous. Get those men out of the way.”
Diego Bastian Vilterheim followed Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s instructions, locating the nearest stable and pulling the horses’ reins. As he moved, he kept glancing back at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Diego Bastian Vilterheim worried about what other accident might occur, so he decided he’d better hurry.
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Prince of Asdal sat at the Cafe Terrace, watching the Lamberson Bridge with an intrigued expression. A most entertaining spectacle was unfolding there.
The Half-Crown Prince, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, whom he hadn’t seen in ages, had suddenly appeared in the middle of the bridge.
“Tsk. I should have disguised myself like him.”
Prince of Asdal had even disguised himself to witness the Fireworks Festival, the most famous on the Continent, in Langrid. Not as the Crown Prince of Hestia, but as some unnamed wandering bard from a foreign land.
“Well, Your Highness, your current disguise is even more conspicuous than your true appearance.”
His Aide quietly pointed this out, but Prince of Asdal pretended not to hear.
He gently caressed the strings of the lyre he held in his arms with leisurely grace.
“It works fine because I’m handsome.”
His Aide agreed with that assessment, but the curious stares from passersby were so intense that he felt like hiding in a mouse hole.
Prince of Asdal was already a striking figure with his pink hair alone, and now, disguised as a wandering bard, he wore a pristine white tunic, a carefree half-shoulder Cloak, wooden Sandals, and a wreath woven from olive leaves adorning his head.
Thanks to his handsome features, the outfit suited him remarkably well.
Behind Prince of Asdal, a horse that Diego Bastian Vilterheim had lost control of was charging down the street at full speed, and screams erupted as the street descended into chaos.
Whether he knew this or not, Prince of Asdal plucked at his lyre while humming. Not a single note from the lyre was in tune.
“But Your Highness, where on earth did you obtain such an outfit?”
“Isn’t it convincing? I read a novel recently where wandering bards dress like this.”
A… a novel….
What kind of novel could possibly inspire such ancient attire?
The Aide avoided Prince of Asdal’s gaze. It had been over five years since he’d begun serving him, but no matter how much he thought about it, his master was far from ordinary.
“It seems I’ll need to lend a hand. Something feels off about the Mana Flow.”
Prince of Asdal rose from his seat, lyre in hand. His Aide shifted his gaze to where Prince of Asdal was looking. There, a standoff between Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and the fallen nobles continued.
Only then did the Aide recall that Prince of Asdal possessed Magic Sight. If Prince of Asdal said he sensed something, there was certainly something there.
“I suppose I should go help.”
The Aide barely restrained himself from asking Prince of Asdal if he wouldn’t like to change clothes first.
‘As long as he isn’t mistaken for a madman, that’s fortunate enough.’
The Aide followed Prince of Asdal while entertaining such irreverent thoughts about his superior.

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