I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 225

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Side Story Episode 10
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The Prince of Asdal was staying in a guest room at the Flone Estate, with Archbishop Luzef in the adjoining chamber.
All preparations for the coronation were complete. More precisely, only his own duties were finished. Numerous complex procedures remained until the coronation day itself, but he had skipped them.
“You should be grateful I’m even doing this much.”
Court etiquette? The Prince of Asdal had no intention of observing such tedious formalities.
More accurately, he planned to eliminate the unnecessary elements and restructure all regulations from scratch.
He had hunted down and destroyed all those who had offered him as a sacrifice on Alea Island. Most were high-ranking nobles and royalty who had valued such stuffy court etiquette.
The Prince of Asdal had taken up that repugnant crown purely for the sake of his people.
A new era had already arrived in the world anyway. The very foundations that composed civilization had to change.
The Prince of Asdal set aside his thoughts and recalled what had happened moments ago—specifically, the situation where Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid seemed to be hiding something from Margaret Rose Flone.
‘Rumors are already rife that the Crown Prince of Langrid is preparing a proposal for the second Young Lady of Flone, yet Margaret appears to be the only one unaware.’
Hmm.
The Prince of Asdal, lounging on a sofa on the terrace with his chin resting in his hand, gazed out the window lost in thought.
It seemed everyone was conspiring to deceive Margaret Rose Flone.
Even the maids were careful not to mention anything in her presence.
The secret they were all keeping was that Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid would propose to Margaret Rose Flone on the day of the Fireworks Festival. But if someone from a distant foreign land like himself already knew, it meant everyone worth knowing already knew.
Even common folk on the streets weren’t making a fuss—they were quietly supporting Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s proposal. It was a testament to how much trust and affection the Crown Prince commanded in the Empire.
‘Considering his oppressed childhood, it’s quite an appropriate reward.’
The Prince of Asdal knew well how arduous and terrible Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s childhood had been.
The Langrid Royal Family were vicious creatures who destroyed, demolished, and thoroughly isolated everything Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid held dear, leaving him shattered.
Young Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had been broken.
And the only ‘people of his own’ he had ever gained, he lost all of them on the Battlefield.
Could someone like that afford to reciprocate Margaret Rose Flone’s obsessive love?
Awakening on the Remote Island had been a turning point for Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid instead.
In that isolated space, he properly confronted the changed Margaret Rose Flone, and his entire life was transformed.
As the Prince of Asdal pondered deeply, he found himself reconsidering Margaret Rose Flone once more.
A woman who hid a radiant brilliance that no one knew about beneath the shell of prejudice.
A woman who shattered that shell through her own strength and ultimately saved Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with that light.
“Prince Hestia? That woman certainly looked like she cried easily. Incredibly handsome, truly. Though she couldn’t compare to our Enoch’s beauty.”
He had once overheard Margaret Rose Flone saying this to her maid when she came to the Imperial Academy to see Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
He should have been displeased, yet hearing those words had actually made him feel proud.
Wasn’t it recognition of his appearance from the Crazy Young Lady who chased Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid frantically just from seeing his face? He had been foolishly delighted.
But when he faced Margaret Rose Flone directly—
He was somewhat taken aback.
A face as elegant and beautiful as if sculpted delicately by a god captivated his gaze.
Hair like golden thread wove together in dazzling brilliance, and from eyes like lakes contained within glass spheres, he could not tear his sight away.
He had thought it would remain that way.
‘But the moment she opened her mouth, it all shattered.’
“Here she goes again with her madness!”
Margaret Rose Flone had suddenly cursed and rushed past the Prince of Asdal toward the Young Lady who was clinging to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, grabbing her by the hair and causing a commotion.
‘Whether past or present, her face and personality have never matched—that much remains consistent.’
The Prince of Asdal shook his head with amusement and settled leisurely onto the sofa, reviewing once more the absurd work regulations of the Flone Estate.
Finding it entertaining upon second reading, he had discreetly retrieved the document that Margaret Rose Flone had discarded.
3. Miss Margaret Rose Flone’s room is located in the western section of the Third Floor, rooms 1-5.
Should Miss be discovered sleeping in the Garden during the night hours, quietly escort her to her room.
Among these, the cautionary notes written about Margaret Rose Flone were particularly amusing.
‘Sleeping in the Garden? She really is endearing.’
She had done far worse on the Remote Island, yet here they were, creating cautionary notes over such trivial matters. The servants of the Flone Estate were somewhat fragile compared to their mistress.
The Prince of Asdal rested his chin on his hand and continued reading and rereading that passage. An unconscious smile played at the corners of his mouth.
‘Though if this is truly an aftereffect of her escape, that would be troublesome.’
At that moment.
Suddenly, an unexpected pain shot through his eye—the very eye he had lost on the Island.
“Damn it, what is this?”
The Prince of Asdal furrowed the space between his eyebrows and pressed firmly against his eye patch.
From afar, he sensed an incomprehensible aura stirring. In response, his eye that possessed Magic Sight seemed to be attempting activation once more.
The Prince of Asdal lifted his gaze toward the Terrace and beyond.
Beyond the Terrace, past the Arden River, the Old City came into view, and within it, the towering Magic Tower stood directly in sight.
It made no sense, yet he harbored the strange conviction that this eye’s pain originated from that Magic Tower.
‘What is this?’
That location was where Kaiden, having transcended and entered Hibernation, lay sealed.
Knock, knock.
At that moment, someone rapped upon the Room Door.
“Your Highness? Are you present?”
It was Margaret Rose Flone.
Upon his permission, she carefully opened the door and entered. Margaret Rose Flone, stepping in hesitantly, offered an awkward smile.
“What brings you here? For the Young Lady to seek me out so discreetly.”
The Prince of Asdal grinned mischievously, and Margaret Rose Flone’s expression grew serious.
“I didn’t seek you out discreetly. It sounds strange when you put it that way.”
The Prince of Asdal shrugged. Regardless, it was nearly unprecedented for Margaret Rose Flone to seek him out privately in this manner, and he welcomed it.
“I wanted to ask for some advice.”
“Advice?”
“Why does Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid seem to be avoiding me? Since Your Highness is perceptive, I thought you might know something.”
The Prince of Asdal felt somewhat unsettled by her words. Was she truly asking him for romantic counsel?
Yet contrary to his thoughts, words spilled forth.
“How did you know I’m a romance expert? As someone with marriage experience, I’ll offer you counsel. Ask whatever you wish to know.”
Of course, the Prince of Asdal had never experienced genuine romance himself. He had married before ever falling in love.
He had been used by his wife and nearly murdered, then divorced.
The Prince of Asdal observed Margaret Rose Flone as she continued her explanation and reflected.
Perhaps, had their meeting been different in some way, he too might have harbored special feelings for Margaret Rose Flone.
It is merely a futile hypothesis for now.
He was Margaret Rose Flone’s cherished colleague. He wished to remain by her side as nothing more than that.

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