I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 236

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Side Story 21
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When I regained consciousness, I found myself in an unfamiliar place.
I blinked my eyes in bewilderment.
Eun-ji stood before me, tears streaming down her face like chicken droppings, her small, plump hands kneading my shoulder.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid stood beside Eun-ji, his expression etched with concern as he gazed at me.
‘What on earth is happening?’
I had awakened in a bedroom I didn’t recognize.
Seeing my panicked expression, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid offered a brief explanation of the situation.
“We borrowed a guest room from the Magic Tower.”
The explanation was far too simplistic, so I bombarded him with questions.
“So why did this suddenly happen? I’m certain that at the very end, on the highest floor of the Magic Tower, you proposed to me….”
Before I could finish speaking, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid let out an awkward, dry cough.
Embarrassed as well, I closed my mouth and followed his lead.
“…You have no memory of what happened after that?”
“Isn’t right now what happened after? Right after the proposal. I opened my eyes and we’re here.”
“You went inside Kaiden’s Unconscious Mind.”
“Pardon?”
“Truth be told, I don’t remember anything either, which is rather troubling.”
“Eun-ji remembers! Eun-ji told us!”
Eun-ji excitedly struck the bed with both hands, her voice bright with enthusiasm.
What in the world was she talking about?
“We went into Kaiden’s Unconscious Mind? I have absolutely no memory of it. I’m curious what happened.”
“Sister and Enoch will never remember. No one but Eun-ji can remember.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“Because Eun-ji tore it all up before leaving!”
I understood even less now.
Since Eun-ji continued giving me incomprehensible answers, I eventually gave up asking further questions.
“But setting aside that we went into Kaiden’s Unconscious Mind, what do you mean we borrowed a guest room from the Magic Tower? Borrowed from whom? I’m the one who manages the Magic Tower.”
At that, Eun-ji’s expression became quite flustered—a rare reaction from her.
“S-sorry, Sister. Eun-ji made a mistake about the time.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid added to Eun-ji’s words.
“It appears we’ve traveled to the past.”
“Pardon?”
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It seemed we had traveled to the past, approximately twelve years back.
In any case, to find a way to return to the present, we decided to explore the Magic Tower.
The Magic Tower was bustling with Mages moving about urgently. It was truly a long time since I had witnessed such vitality in the Magic Tower.
It was then that I noticed a small child standing before Jenas’s Eagle Statue.
“Hm?”
I recognized the child’s silhouette—it was familiar to me.
“Margaret from the past.”
Enoch spoke with evident interest.
Just as Enoch said, the child was me from my childhood.
Around eleven years old, Young Margaret stood motionless before the Eagle Statue in Jenas.
Only then did I recall the strange sense of déjà vu I had felt before that Eagle Statue in Jenas.
Ah, so that was it. My past self had seen this statue before.
It seemed I had completely forgotten it from my memory, as it hadn’t left a particularly strong impression.
At that moment, Young Margaret turned around and our eyes met. Wait? Is this actually an acceptable situation?
“What? What are you staring at?”
Young Margaret challenged me with her words.
“That insolent expression—it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen it.”
Enoch offered a bored observation. When I glared at him, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Did you just call me insolent?”
Young Margaret snorted indignantly and grew angry at Enoch.
“Gasp! My sister is so tiny!”
Eun-ji gasped in shock, alternating her gaze between me and Young Margaret. Regardless, Young Margaret seemed fixated on Enoch’s remark about her being insolent.
“Why does everyone keep calling me insolent?”
Her face looked as though she might cry at any moment.
Only then did I vaguely recall what troubled me during this period of my life.
Everyone called me eccentric. So I tried my best to squeeze myself into the social framework that others prescribed, conforming to their expectations.
Naturally, that was not easy, and my self-esteem suffered greatly because of it.
I paused to consider.
‘How did I overcome that?’
Even as I searched my memories, nothing came to mind.
Should I say something to her, or should I stay silent?
Young Margaret was sniffling before me. Then she began to tear up. Her nose was already turning red.
“Why would you call me insolent…?”
“That is… I didn’t mean it that way. I apologize.”
Enoch looked at Young Margaret with difficulty. His expression didn’t change much, but he was clearly at a loss for what to do.
In the end, I offered Young Margaret some advice.
“So what if you’re insolent?”
“Pardon?”
“Don’t let what others say sway you.”
“What would you know about that?”
“An old woman? I’m only twenty-three!”
I was being insulted by my younger self. What kind of situation is this?!
Young me truly was insolent. And she had absolutely no manners.
“But how did you know my name?”
That was when Young Margaret asked Enoch that question.
“My goodness, isn’t that Lady Flone?”
“She’s wearing another one of those strange dresses today.”
Whisper, whisper.
The noblewomen who had come to the Magic Tower to request its services murmured as they watched Young Margaret.
Young Margaret’s shoulders drooped slightly at their words, and she fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.
I watched the child quietly, then tore the hem of my own Dress with a sharp rip.
I heard Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid sigh beside me, but I let it go in one ear and out the other.
Everyone in the lobby turned to stare at me in shock.
My eyes met those of Young Margaret, who was equally stunned.
“What on earth are you doing…?”
“Life is made up of terrible timing anyway, so things don’t go the way I want. You’re not the strange one—life itself is just inherently terrible. That’s all there is to it.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
“So don’t let it shake you. Life becomes beautiful when you love yourself, not when life loves you.”
Young Margaret stared at me blankly. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid seemed to be watching me intently as well—his profile looked as though it might bore a hole through the air.
“T-that’s sophistry! It doesn’t make sense!”
“Margaret Rose Flone.”
“Yes?”
“That’s my name. The future you.”
“What? That’s insane!”
“So trust me and have confidence. Whether you believe me or not is your choice.”
Seeing Young Margaret’s shocked expression snapped me back to reality. When I turned to look at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, our eyes met once more.
“…I just caused a scene, didn’t I?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was looking at me with the expression of someone who had much to say.
He simply gazed at me in silence for a long moment.
His face bore an expression of profound realization and overwhelming emotion that defied words.
“You did well.”
Then he spoke words I couldn’t quite understand.
“Because of what you just said, I’m standing here right now.”
“What? What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t worry, sister. It will all become a dream anyway.”
Eun-ji spoke before I could receive an answer from Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“We’re foreign matter right now! Dream-like beings!”
Young Margaret remained frozen as if struck by tremendous shock. She didn’t even seem to hear what Eun-ji was saying.
I glanced around discreetly and decided to slip away before Young Margaret regained her composure.
Once I had stepped a little distance away, I spoke to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“Can we really return home?”
“We can, now that the Unconscious Mind has come out!”
It was Eun-ji who answered.
“How?”
“W-well, let’s wait for Hardtack to help us!”
“How could the Prince of Asdal possibly help?”
It was a genuinely curious question.
How did Eun-ji know all these things? She was truly remarkable. Her intelligence grew sharper with each passing day.
“Magic Sight, remember!”
“Magic Sight? I can’t use Magic Sight anymore.”
“Even if you can’t use Magic, you can still sense it! And there’s a medium!”
She even knew the word medium. Eun-ji’s vocabulary was improving by the day.
Eun-ji urgently pointed toward Jenas’s Eagle Statue and spoke.
“The eagle! That’s it! There’s an eagle in our time too!”
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The Prince of Asdal lifted his head. The towering Magic Tower came into view.
There should be no Magic Sight power remaining, yet the pain persisted.
The source of that pain—though it seemed impossible—was the Magic Tower itself.
The Prince of Asdal entered the Magic Tower alongside Archbishop Luzef.
An empty lobby greeted them.
“It seems there’s no one here.”
Archbishop Luzef spoke as he slowly surveyed the lobby.
“I sense something around here.”
The Prince of Asdal moved toward a corner of the Garden. There stood an Eagle Statue.
The Mage beloved by the Magic Tower,
Father of all Mages,
【Jenas Igran】
Vanish into Hell, Demon!
I curse you!
Shame upon the Mage!
The Prince of Asdal and Archbishop Luzef stared silently at the inscription beneath the Eagle Statue.
A moment of silence hung between them.
“I had no idea something like this still remained.”
As Archbishop Luzef finished speaking, pain shot through his eyes once more. The Prince of Asdal pressed the back of his hand firmly against his eye socket.
“This statue seems to be the problem.”
“Pardon?”
“The source of the Magic Sight pain. I sense an unusual aura emanating from this Eagle Statue.”
The Prince of Asdal slowly extended his hand toward the Eagle Statue. Then Archbishop Luzef suddenly grasped his wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s not that—I simply feel compelled to touch it.”
“That’s an illusion. Do not succumb to it.”
Archbishop Luzef spoke with firm resolve.
The Prince of Asdal looked at the Eagle Statue with bewilderment, then at Archbishop Luzef.
“No, I… that is…”
“It’s dangerous. The aura is malevolent.”
For some reason, the Pope’s words sounded plausible and trustworthy, yet Prince of Asdal felt genuinely uneasy.
“Perhaps we should explore the upper floors and return, Your Highness?”
The Prince of Asdal agreed with Archbishop Luzef’s suggestion, and the two men climbed to the Room Door where Kaiden was sealed with the Magic Tower Master.
“Hm? Something’s fallen here.”
They picked up a Ring that lay before the Room Door.
“A Ring? Did the Crown Prince intend to propose to Lady Flone? Hahaha. Where on earth did those two disappear to?”
Prince of Asdal and Archbishop Luzef searched the surrounding area extensively, but as expected, there was no one.
“My, this is surely a proposal Ring, is it not? A valuable Diamond Ring like this wouldn’t simply be lying about.”
“That is true. Given the Crown Prince’s nature, it’s unlikely he would drop something as important as a proposal Ring, but….”
Prince of Asdal examined the Ring carefully as he descended the Stairs, then quietly slipped it onto his pinky finger.
“Why are you putting it on there?”
“Ah, just out of boredom. Don’t worry. My fingers are more elegant and beautiful than most women’s. You could say they’re a pianist’s fingers.”
As Prince of Asdal jested and tried to remove the Ring, he froze. The Ring would not come off his pinky finger.
Prince of Asdal carefully extended his pinky finger and spoke to Archbishop Luzef.
“Do I have to marry the Crown Prince now?”
Archbishop Luzef cast a weary look at him. Prince of Asdal paid no mind and continued with his jokes.
“The future King of Hestia wearing the proposal Ring of Langrid’s future Emperor. My, this certainly complicates the lineage considerably.”
“Please refrain from making such strange and pointless jokes seriously.”
“Pointless, you say? That’s rather harsh language, is it not?”
“And how can you be certain that is the Crown Prince’s proposal Ring?”
“It’s obvious at a glance. Isn’t it his taste? A diamond for a proposal Ring—it’s classic.”
Thus the two bickered as they descended the Stairs and stood once more before the Eagle Statue.
“I’m certain the source of my pain began here.”
Prince of Asdal rested his chin in his hand, pondering deeply.
“Is Jenas’s Magic Power still lingering here? How ominous. Perhaps I should remove it after all….”
Just as he placed his hand on the Eagle Statue, electricity suddenly crackled—and Prince of Asdal hastily withdrew his hand.
“What is this…. Ugh.”
Prince of Asdal winced urgently. Tremendous pain shot through his eyes.
Soon the space-time around them began to twist. The space where they stood crumpled as if paper were being wrinkled.
By the time they regained their senses to comprehend what was happening, a person was already collapsed at their feet.
“Lady Flone!”
It was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, cradling Margaret Rose Flone and Eun-ji in his arms.

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