I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 220

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Side Story 5
That was precisely why Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid found her incomprehensible. A woman whose obsession with him bordered on the abnormal.
“Please keep it a secret that you saw me.”
Margaret Rose Flone lowered her veil with a smile.
The radiant light that had illuminated the surroundings vanished behind the veil, and darkness reclaimed the area once more.
“Good heavens! It’s Your Highness Crown Prince!”
“Waaaaah!”
The crowd erupted in cheers. Though his standing in noble society was precarious, to the common people, he was a hero.
A hero who had ended the suffering of a nation worn down by economic collapse and endless conscription. A war hero who had concluded a prolonged conflict and bestowed peace upon the people. The Crown Prince who commanded the fervent support and love of the masses—that was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Enoch swept his gaze across the crowd with an irritated expression, then spotted Baron Rockford struggling to rise behind Margaret Rose Flone.
The Baron quickly retrieved a mallet that had fallen to the ground—the striking implement used in polo matches.
Startled by the crowd’s enthusiastic cheers directed at Enoch, Margaret Rose Flone turned around.
At that moment, Baron Rockford, who had drawn near, suddenly raised the mallet high. It appeared he intended to strike Margaret down.
Unaware of Margaret’s true identity, Baron Rockford swung the mallet with a furious expression.
“You insolent wretch! Do you know who I am, daring to show me such disrespect…!”
“What…!”
Before Margaret could even cry out in alarm, Enoch wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulled her into his embrace, and caught the incoming mallet with a single hand.
Thwack!
With the dull impact, Margaret’s eyes widened in shock, though her expression remained hidden behind the veil for all to see.
“H-how is this…!”
Baron Rockford stared at Enoch with a face drained of all color. Enoch, who had caught the mallet—swung with tremendous speed and force—with a single hand, now yanked it back.
“Ugh!”
Whoosh!
Baron Rockford, still gripping the mallet, was sent flying effortlessly through the air before crashing into a stone pillar that supported the bridge’s weight and collapsing.
Margaret turned her head in shock toward the scene. The force displayed was extraordinary.
From Enoch emanated the overwhelming aura of a knight commanding the battlefield.
As Margaret’s breath caught in her throat from the oppressive presence, Enoch quickly eased his demeanor and looked down at her.
Though her face remained hidden, he could sense her alarm.
“Well, well, if it isn’t my little brother showing up here?”
It was at that moment Kaiden appeared amid the chaos.
A carefree gait. A brilliantly fluttering mage’s cloak. An earring glinting on his right ear.
Eyes as crimson as blood blazed with madness.
Enoch recognized him instantly as the Great Mage Kaiden Blake Rohade.
It seemed he had arrived here some time ago and was only now joining in after observing the situation.
Kaiden staggered forward, supported by his personal guard knights, and approached his younger brother, then lashed out with his foot. The Rohade Third Son, kicked by him, tumbled across the ground once more.
“Ugh, what the…. Damn it…!”
After kicking the Rohade Third Son’s abdomen again as he struggled to rise, Kaiden pressed his heel down on the man’s belly and spoke.
“The family’s doing just splendidly. What a disgrace. Eh?”
As Kaiden flicked his fingers, the Rohade Third Son’s entire body became bound in rope. He then began drawing a magic circle in midair.
Witnessing this extraordinary spectacle, even the passersby crossing the bridge under the guidance of the personal guard knights halted and stared at him.
Drawing a Magic Circle in midair rather than on the floor was an advanced technique. It was not something anyone could accomplish, and naturally, only a select few among the Great Mages could manifest such magic.
Kaiden accomplished it effortlessly. Once he completed the Magic Circle, a bluish light erupted forth, and he casually grabbed his younger brother by the nape of the neck and hurled him into the Magic Circle.
“Aaaahhhhh-!”
The scream faded into the distance.
Kaiden, dusting off his hands with a satisfied expression, narrowed the space between his eyebrows at those staring at him in shock.
“What are you looking at?”
“U-um, where did you send him?”
A Priest with water-colored hair cascading elegantly, appearing pristine and refined, asked him from somewhere he had appeared.
“What, a lackey’s talking to me?”
Before Archbishop Luzef, who was about to raise his voice indignantly, could speak, Kaiden continued while scratching his ear.
“Sent him somewhere in the Snow Mountain. Told him to sober up and come back. He’s a Mage too, so once he gets his wits about him, he can return. If he can’t, he’s not a true Rohade. If he lacks even that much ability, he deserves to die.”
It was quite an extreme line of thinking. Whether Kaiden knew it or not, he paid no mind and turned toward Margaret, only to notice the broken wooden box on the floor and look startled.
“What, who did this?”
“I did.”
At Margaret’s answer, Kaiden furrowed the space between his eyebrows. A woman with her face hidden behind a veil—that rude woman who had collided with him without apologizing.
“You just broke this? Are you a Mage?”
“No. Why?”
A formula is placed on it that an ordinary human with normal Mana could never break. To shatter this with pure force without a Magic Formula would require an enormous amount of Mana equivalent to a Magic Tower Master.”
Ho. The Prince of Asdal, who had been listening quietly, let out an exclamation of interest.
At Kaiden’s words, everyone’s gaze turned toward Margaret.
“How would I know? Anyway, it seems like that bastard Encanto made this wooden box, so shouldn’t we check there first?”
Then Kaiden’s face twisted menacingly.
“So it was that bastard after all.”
He spat out an irritated curse and bade farewell to those watching him.
“I’m leaving. I need to crush that rat.”
He bid a casual goodbye and flourished his cloak dramatically. As the cloak fluttered and obscured their vision, the man had already vanished from sight.
Those who had been watching the spot where Kaiden disappeared with entranced expressions gradually came to their senses.
Diego quickly surveyed the surroundings and spoke to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“Your Highness, it seems we must relocate now. The crowd will no longer be controllable.”
A woman appeared before them, though no one knew when she had approached.
“Would you like my help? I’ll divert the people’s attention so you can escape.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid recognized that this woman was the newly proclaimed Saint announced by the Papal Court.
Though she had not yet officially revealed herself to the public, he had seen her face through a crystal orb.
On the Lamberson Bridge, Yuanna Lucy spread both her arms wide. Then, a pure white light began forming a perfect sphere above her hands.
Seeing this, Archbishop Luzef grabbed the back of his neck.
“Saint! You cannot use Holy Power like this without permission-!”
“It’s fine. I’ll just hear some nagging from you old fogeys.”
Yuanna Lucy paid no mind to Archbishop Luzef’s complaints and unleashed her Holy Power.
A pure white radiance that felt sacred merely to behold spread through the midair like snow.
“Wooooow-!”
People exclaimed in admiration and cheered from all around. Holy Power spreading across the early summer night sky like snow flowers—could there be a more beautiful sight than this?
While people couldn’t tear their eyes away from the appetizer before the fireworks began, Innis patted Margaret on the back.
“Let’s go now.”
“Huh, what…? Wait, Innis!”
Margaret was dragged away by Innis’s hand before she could even greet Enoch. They all scattered from their places like that.
“It’s time.”
The Prince of Asdal, watching people disperse, brushed his hair back with a solemn expression. He turned to Enoch and plucked the strings of his lyre.
“Half-Emperor, it was fun. I’ll go finish my real job—singing.”
The Prince of Asdal laughed and ignored the look of disdain in Enoch’s eyes, waving his hand innocently.
After everyone disappeared in their own directions, Enoch, who remained on the bridge, gave a light nod to the Saint and the Archbishop.
And just as he was about to leave the bridge.
Boom—bang!
Firecrackers announcing the festival’s opening burst into the sky.
Everyone walking along the path stopped and looked up at the sky. Enoch and Diego both stopped and gazed upward.
Beneath a bridge over the Arden River, Kaiden, searching for a place where Encanto might be hiding, also stopped and looked up at the sky. Margaret and the Prince of Asdal were no different.
A slightly warm and humid breeze.
The bustling noise from the massive crowd.
Excited laughter heard from all around.
The gentle night breeze of early summer rustling softly.
Fireworks beautifully embroidering the deep night sky.
Though it was a chaotic and dizzying encounter, that day they all shared the same memory in one place.
And three years later,
they encountered each other again on Alea Island.
All those who had plotted treason that day were executed. All except two people—the Empress entangled with the Peony Faction and Morris, the youngest of the Rohade Family.
The Empress cut off her tail and feigned ignorance, while the youngest of the Rohade Family proved his absence by claiming he was on an unnamed Snow Mountain rather than in the capital of Langrid at that time.
He used the excuse that Kaiden had sent him away to the Snow Mountain.
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After each finished their own reminiscence and gazed curiously at each other’s faces, Yuanna spoke.
“Now that I think about it, that woman was so obviously Lady Flone—how did we not recognize her?”
Archbishop Luzef, who was with Yuanna, chimed in agreement.
“I think I only saw Your Highness Crown Prince. Though I did see one mage who wielded remarkable magic…!”
Just then, Archbishop Luzef’s and Kaiden’s eyes met. Archbishop Luzef’s luminous gray eyes widened greatly upon seeing Kaiden.
Only then did Archbishop Luzef recognize Kaiden, and he pointed accusingly with a flushed face.
“You’re the scoundrel who called me a lackey back then!”
Of course, Kaiden simply scratched his ear and pretended not to hear.
“Did I? Well, I vaguely remember there being some priest or something.”
It was obvious he was trying to brush it off, which only inflamed Archbishop Luzef’s anger further.
Yuanna quietly picked up venison, and Margaret cleared away the Coconut Bowls filled with water. At the same time, she threw the Coconut Bowl that Archbishop Luzef was holding.
“Damn mage!”
As Archbishop Luzef rushed at Kaiden, Margaret, Yuanna, and Enoch ate their meal quietly, Diego panicked and tried to stop them, while the Prince of Asdal clapped and egged on the fight.
One hundred and four days since being stranded on Alea Island. It was a scene from a summer day that was anything but peaceful.
Side Story 1 【Complete】

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