I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 237

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Side Story Episode 22
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Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid surveyed his surroundings.
Seeing the Prince of Asdal and Archbishop Luzef welcoming them with open arms, it appeared they had returned to the correct timeline.
He exhaled in relief, finally releasing the tension he’d been holding. Eun-ji and Margaret Rose Flone, who had been cradled in his arms, gradually stirred and began to rise.
“Lady Flone! Are you unharmed?”
Archbishop Luzef checked on Margaret Rose Flone’s condition with more urgency than anyone else.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid held Eun-ji in his embrace, watching Margaret Rose Flone with a dazed expression, her eyes blinking slowly.
“What’s wrong with being presumptuous?”
“Don’t be swayed by others. You must love yourself for life to become beautiful.”
Margaret Rose Flone’s words from moments ago lingered in Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s ears.
If Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had not proposed to Margaret Rose Flone at the Magic Tower.
If they had not fallen into Kaiden’s Unconscious Mind.
If there had been no journey to the past.
Perhaps he and Young Margaret would never have met at the Fireworks Festival. Young Margaret would never have extended her hand to him.
Countless emotions tangled together, brushing through his mind. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had never considered himself a sentimental person.
Yet this could only be explained as Fate. It made his heart ache with longing.
In the past, he had been saved by Young Margaret’s choice. Without her, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid might still be wallowing alone in the muddy depths.
But Young Margaret herself had been changed by the present Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and Margaret Rose Flone.
Margaret Rose Flone and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had saved their younger selves together. It was a life that could only be completed with both of them.
He barely swallowed the emotion rising to his throat. As he covered his eyes with his hand and exhaled a sigh, the Prince of Asdal spoke to him.
“It seems our future Emperor had quite an enjoyable time.”
Lifting his head, the Prince of Asdal gazed down at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with a meaningful expression.
“I picked up something rather interesting while you were away.”
The Prince of Asdal extended his pinky finger toward Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s eyes widened.
“…?!”
He frantically searched his pockets. Inside the Ring Box he found, the Ring was gone.
“An explanation seems necessary, Prince of Asdal.”
“I said I picked it up. But I’m sorry—this Ring won’t come off at all. At this rate, perhaps you and I should just be marr….”
“There’s always the option of cutting off your finger.”
“…The Half-Emperor shows signs of tyranny, Lady Flone. Perhaps you should reconsider. You might end up imprisoned in the Papal Court instead.”
At that moment, Archbishop Luzef, who had been checking on Margaret Rose Flone’s condition, startled and turned to face the Prince of Asdal.
“I never said I would imprison Lady Flone!”
Hearing this, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid asked with a displeased expression.
“So you did mention taking Margaret Rose Flone to the Papal Court?”
“…No, that’s! That was…!”
Archbishop Luzef couldn’t refute and glanced at the Prince of Asdal. The Prince of Asdal’s shoulders, which had been hunched, were trembling. He was laughing.
Finally, Archbishop Luzef exploded, hurling the cloth draped over his shoulder to the ground.
“Damn Hardtack!”
Margaret Rose Flone also looked at Archbishop Luzef with a startled expression.
Only Margaret Rose Flone and Eun-ji called the Prince of Asdal “Hardtack.”
And since Archbishop Luzef had heard Margaret’s explanation that hardtack was the name of a confection, this mention was decidedly intentional.
However, the Prince of Asdal burst into laughter without a care in the world, only further stoking Archbishop Luzef’s anger.
In any case, the matter at the Magic Tower was settled, and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid returned to the Flone Estate.
Only after applying soapy water to the Prince of Asdal’s finger and removing the Ring did he find relief from his worries.
After sending away Archbishop Luzef and the Prince of Asdal, and entrusting Eun-ji to Rosemary, he carried the exhausted Margaret Rose Flone to her Bedroom.
“Don’t overexert yourself. If you’re tired, you can rest tomorrow.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid said as he laid her upon the Bed.
Margaret Rose Flone looked up at him with a bewildered expression.
She could not focus on his words. The space was far too intimate, and he was standing so close.
“Tomorrow is an important day, though.”
As Margaret Rose Flone said, tomorrow was indeed a day of great importance to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
It was the first festival where Fireworks—developed without Magic in a world where Magic had vanished—would be ignited.
It was a leap into a new era, and also a leap by the new leader who would guide that era.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid pondered her words with a renewed sense of emotion.
The day he first met her was also a day when the Fireworks festival was held.
I still have not forgotten that day—Young Margaret, weeping as she lay collapsed in the Garden, reaching out my hand to her.
Moreover, the day I first fell for her was also at that Fireworks festival three years ago.
“I’ll get scolded by Innis if I do this, but I wanted to see you with my own eyes. You look so handsome today. Absolutely enchanting.”
Upon the Lamberson Bridge that day, I fell for her even as I despised her.
And did I not spend a very long time denying that fact?
The Fireworks festival of Langrid was a meaningful day intertwined with long memories and history between Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and Margaret Rose Flone.
“I’ll pray for tomorrow’s festival to end successfully.”
“…To whom?”
“To God… um.”
Margaret Rose Flone, who had been about to say God, suddenly fell silent. After the Alea incident, everyone except Archbishop Luzef had become atheists.
It seemed she had unconsciously sought God before remembering that fact.
“I’ll pray to Kaiden instead. He’s practically a god now anyway.”
“Since when is a Transcendent a god?”
“That’s what they say. He’s become the existence closest to touching the Sky.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid offered no response.
If Kaiden himself learned that Margaret Rose Flone regarded him as such a distant existence, he would likely not take it well.
But instead of saying such things, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid spoke differently.
“Very well. If that is what you believe, then so it shall be.”
He slowly bent his waist toward Margaret Rose Flone upon the Bed, and presently, after placing a Kiss upon her Forehead, he offered his parting words.
“Then have pleasant dreams tonight.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s tender whisper was brimming with affection. Margaret Rose Flone reflexively grasped his hand as it withdrew.
“Please, offer your prayers for me as well.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid tilted his head slightly in puzzlement.
“I have to ignite the Fireworks tomorrow. I need your prayers too.”
Margaret realized what she had said was childish and her earlobes flushed a deep crimson.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid found her appearance so adorably endearing that he burst into soft laughter.
“Ah. Then what I did just moments ago won’t be sufficient.”
“What? What did you do just now….”
Before she could finish speaking, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“This is how I wish someone good fortune.”
Then he tilted his head and softly pressed his lips against hers. Margaret’s body went rigid with tension.
Their breaths intertwined as Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid deepened the kiss, his lips hungry for hers. He unclenched her tightly balled fists and wove his fingers between hers. In that same moment, her body relaxed into ease.
Creak. As their breathing grew ragged, the bed emitted an uncomfortable sound.
The air grew humid and hot above the bed, and just as Margaret thought she could no longer hold her breath, their lips finally parted.
Haah, haah. For a moment, both of them steadied their breathing while gazing softly into each other’s eyes.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid traced his finger across Margaret’s glistening lips and asked.
“Will this suffice? I could wish you even greater fortune, you know.”
He spoke with shameless audacity and smooth eloquence. Margaret’s face flushed intensely.
“That’s absurd. This is pure deception…!”
“Do you dislike it?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid asked pleadingly. Margaret found herself unable to swallow her words. Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid pleading like that. And pleading for a kiss no less.
Margaret’s mind went completely blank.
“No? That’s not….”
“Then it’s settled.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s expression shifted as he smiled.
Ah. That’s not what I meant.
That’s not what I meant….
Margaret found herself consumed by Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid once more. For a very long time. Deep and deeper still.
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On the morning of the Fireworks Festival, the Flone Estate bustled with activity.
News had arrived that the Saint from the Papal Court would be visiting the estate from morning.
Yuanna Lucy had been spending hectic days handling pending matters and transferring responsibilities before embarking on a long journey.
That she made time for Margaret amidst such busyness was quite remarkable for her.
Yet when Saint Yuanna Lucy arrived at the Flone Estate, it was not Margaret who greeted her, but Innis.
“Where is our Meg?”
“I apologize, Saint. She was exhausted from something that happened last night and hasn’t woken up yet. Would you mind waiting a moment?”
Innis spoke to her with an awkward smile. Yuanna Lucy’s face immediately filled with concern.
But then someone caught her eye. None other than Crown Prince Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
“Young Lady, there are several pieces missing from Margaret’s portraits that you promised to provide me….”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid held out the portraits he had been carrying to show Innis, only then noticing Yuanna Lucy.
“Margaret’s portraits? What do you mean?”
Before they could even exchange greetings, Yuanna Lucy extended her hand to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with an intrigued expression.
“Give those to me as well.”
“I’d rather not.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid flatly refused, and Yuanna Lucy pulled a notebook from her embrace.
“Then I’ll give you Margaret Rose Flone’s notebook that I keep. It’s the memo pad she used on Alea Island. Let’s trade.”
“I accept.”
And so a sacred and holy exchange ceremony between Margaret Rose Flone enthusiasts proceeded.
The two had yet to exchange even a single greeting with each other.
Innis watched the scene with a somewhat weary gaze.
She found it utterly unbelievable that these two people were respectively the next Emperor and the Saint.
‘They seem to have even forgotten that this is our home.’
But unable to point this out, Innis could only swallow her tears.

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