I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 239

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Side Story 24
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Hint and the noble ladies gathered on the terrace were all struck with shock.
Margaret Rose Flone was scaling the Spire while suspended by a Rope.
The sight was enough to astonish not only them, but everyone gathered in the Plaza.
“Can a noble lady really do that? It’s beneath her dignity.”
“My, Lady Saine is truly behind the times, isn’t she? Can you really handle an open era with such outdated thinking?”
“Excuse me? Did you just say all that?”
“No? I haven’t finished yet. I hope Lady Saine has higher status than Lady Flone, and is prettier too. Honestly, it’s laughable for a lady to even speak of dignity.”
“This woman really…!”
A quarrel even broke out.
While opinions among the nobility were divided, the majority of imperial citizens gathered in the Plaza roared their approval with thunderous cheers for Margaret Rose Flone.
And as if to mock the disparaging remarks and worries of some nobles, Margaret Rose Flone safely reached the very top of the Spire, straightened her posture, and stood tall.
Waaaaaah—!
An enormous roar shook the earth. It was loud enough to make ears ring.
Margaret Rose Flone, her face serene and gentle, smiled and waved her hand toward the citizens.
The prickly, obstinate noble lady was gone. No—what she had once considered her blunt, difficult nature now appeared progressive and enterprising.
‘How could she change so much?’
The woman who had been reckless except for her love of Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had transformed.
She had changed her attitude, altered her thinking, and put it into action.
And Hint knew well how many trials one must endure and how much effort one must invest to change to such a degree.
‘I always knew she was a woman of excellent execution, but….’
Hint’s hobby was writing.
Yet when her parents opposed the idea of a noble lady becoming a novelist, saying it was absurd, she had not hidden her abilities all this time.
‘That’s right. I’ve decided. I’m going to write again.’
Margaret Rose Flone’s ascent of the Spire had an unexpected effect.
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Boom—bang!
People cheered as they watched Fireworks embroidering the summer Night Sky.
The lighting ceremony announcing the festival’s beginning was a great success. However, the proposal scene everyone had anticipated from Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid never came.
He had been busy handling other matters while Margaret Rose Flone descended from the top of the Spire on the Rope.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid caught a Man who was trying to escape down the circular Stairs.
Thud—
The Man, struck in the abdomen by Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s boot, crashed against the wall of the circular Stairs and collapsed.
The Man wore a Mage Robe. It was the same Mage Robe that Kaiden always wore.
The only difference was that Kaiden’s was blue, while this Boy’s was gray. The color of the Robe varied according to the Mage’s rank.
He was the scientist who had developed the Fireworks that Margaret Rose Flone had detonated, and a former Mage.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid dragged the collapsed Man by the back of his neck and threw him onto the Floor of the Observation Platform.
As the nearby Knights moved, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid raised his hand. It was a signal that he would handle it himself.
“Talk about a new era! I never wanted a new era to come!”
“Tell me who ordered this.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid pressed his shoe firmly against the man’s chest. The man thrashed about, unable to rise, and screamed.
“Why did you strip away my Mana?! How did I even end up here?! I’m a great Mage! I’m different from you ordinary fools! You idiots!”
The man writhed on the ground like a tantruming child, cursing and weeping.
At that, the royal guard standing beside Enoch, ready to draw his Sword at any moment, cried out.
“Silence! How dare you threaten the future Emperor His Majesty?! What you’ve done is treason!”
“Do you know who developed those fireworks?! I did, I did! I didn’t become a Mage to create such pathetic fireworks!”
Then he began hurling curses.
“The great Jenas will be furious! A world without Mana is the end of days! The apocalypse has come!”
A madman.
Cries of “madman” erupted from all around.
In this era, the name “Jenas” was virtually a forbidden word.
Thud.
The man’s side was struck hard by Enoch’s shoe heel, and he coughed up blood.
Hack.
Enoch gazed at the man with cold, emotionless eyes before speaking.
“There’s no need to hear more. Take him away.”
This incident appeared to be the work of the man alone.
“Still, interrogation is necessary, so leave that to me.”
“Yes, Your Highness!”
Enoch withdrew his foot. The royal guards then dragged the man down the Stairs. Journalists followed with keen eyes, their fervor for the story evident.
On the Observation Platform, aside from two journalists lingering for interviews and Aide James, there was no one else.
“Enoch! Are you all right?”
At that moment, Margaret Rose Flone untied the Rope and rushed to Enoch. He naturally embraced her, pulling her tightly against him.
Then, after a brief sigh, he lifted her into his arms.
Everyone looked at Enoch in surprise, and he turned to Aide James.
“I’m leaving first. I’ll leave the rest to you.”
“Yes. Yes?! Ah, wait a moment, Your Highness! The festival address…!”
Ignoring James’s cry of protest, Enoch descended the Spire with Margaret Rose Flone cradled in his arms.
It was Enoch who had proposed the lighting ceremony. And he bitterly regretted that proposal.
He no longer wished to leave Margaret Rose Flone in this extremely dangerous place.
Boom— Bang!
Cheers erupted—!
The fireworks Margaret Rose Flone had ignited adorned the Night Sky beautifully.
In the Plaza, the joyful cheers and applause of the crowd continued. It seemed everyone had already forgotten that Margaret Rose Flone had nearly died moments before.
Soon, as Enoch emerged from the First Floor Door of the Spire, a roar incomparably louder than before erupted.
Enoch swept his gaze across the crowd while cradling Margaret Rose Flone in his arms. At his silent regard, the people’s cheers gradually subsided.
Eventually, once all the fireworks from the lighting ceremony had finished, the Plaza fell into a silence as complete as death.
Despite such a vast crowd having gathered, everyone’s attention was fixed upon Enoch and Margaret Rose Flone.
The sight was so striking that journalists and officials from various nations were all busy recording this moment.
“Citizens of the Langrid Empire.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid opened his mouth.
He didn’t shout, but neither did he speak in a hushed voice.
The surroundings were so quiet that his words carried clearly across the distance.
“The festival begins now.”
It was a clean greeting that simultaneously announced the opening of the festival and the dawn of a new era.
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Boom— Crash—
Cradled in Enoch’s arms, I gazed up at the night sky.
After the first fireworks I had launched finished, the grand fireworks festival truly began.
Beautiful fireworks continued to bloom across the dark heavens.
The Mages who had shed their Magic Tower robes had succeeded in developing fireworks that could be used without Mana. This festival thus held multiple profound meanings.
‘I’m glad it worked out.’
If Enoch hadn’t noticed that the man who had installed the fireworks atop the Spire and descended had tampered with the ladder, by now….
I shook my head.
I understood the Mages’ despair. In a single moment, they had lost their livelihoods, their futures, and the careers they had built over years—how could they not despair?
So Enoch and I would have to work even harder going forward. We would need to continuously improve this problem we faced through systematic reforms.
Help! Please hold my hand!
Please bless us with good fortune!
Long live the future Emperor! Long live!
The people who had been cheering enthusiastically now rushed toward us, extending their hands, forcing us to reinforce the stationed Knights.
Eventually, I decided that Enoch and I should return to the Flone Estate.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go quickly.”
Yuanna Lucy pushed our backs with an understanding expression. Everyone knew that I had nearly died because of the broken ladder, so she didn’t try to stop us.
And so we bid farewell to Yuanna Lucy, Archbishop Luzef, and the Prince of Asdal before heading straight back to the Flone Estate.
‘I wish we could have enjoyed the festival together.’
I felt a bit disappointed. It had been such a long time since I’d seen Yuanna Lucy.
Perhaps sensing my feelings, Enoch, who had been crossing the Flone Estate’s garden toward the entrance, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“If you’re disappointed, watching from the garden might not be so bad. It’s truly unfortunate that we can’t enjoy the festival.”
“That sounds good. With no one around, this might actually be better. I’m only sorry we can’t enjoy it with everyone else.”
When I resigned myself to the situation, Enoch’s face grew apologetic. I hadn’t said this to see him look sorry.
“Don’t worry. The Saint said she would stay at the Flone Estate all this week. And the festival still has several more days.”
I carefully squeezed Enoch’s hand. His hand was warm. Suddenly, I remembered waking up on the Deserted Island, knowing nothing.
Back then, even though Enoch disliked me, he had extended his hand to me when I was frightened. He had always been kind. I loved that about him.
I never dreamed back then that our relationship would develop this far.
I led Enoch slowly into the deepest corner of the estate’s garden. The fireworks were visible even better from where my cabin stood.
“I’m even happier that we can be alone together like this.”
When I lifted my gaze, our eyes met. His golden eyes, gazing at me gently, were as beautiful as stars.
More beautiful even than those fantastic fireworks adorning the night sky.
I lifted my hand and gently caressed his cheek.
Enoch always seems to think he loves me more. But that’s a misconception. I’m the one who has been longing for a moment like this.
“I love you.”
After deep deliberation, the words that escaped my lips were merely a confession of love. Yet no other phrase could have been more perfect.
His starlit golden eyes trembled with countless emotions. I thought I could see moisture glistening within them.
“It’s so heavy and precious that I always hesitated, fearing all my emotions would pour out and vanish the moment I spoke. My love has never been light.”
I had always yearned for Enoch’s love, and neither in the past nor now have I ever taken it lightly.
“Margaret.”
Enoch called my name, then pressed his lips firmly shut again, as if desperately suppressing some overwhelming emotion.
To him, I finally revealed the confession I had carried and kept hidden all this time.
“Enoch. Will you marry me? I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life.”

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