I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 240

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Side Story Episode 25
Enoch stared at me in shock, unable to continue speaking. He fell silent, his expression troubled as he performed a dry face washing.
I waited patiently for his response, but eventually I couldn’t help myself and asked.
“Are you refusing?”
At my somewhat dejected question, he quickly denied it.
“There’s no way that’s…!”
He swallowed his words mid-sentence, his face clouded with self-loathing, and let out a sigh. Then, covering his face with one hand, he made his excuse.
“I wanted to propose first.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I have nothing to say.”
“So what’s your answer?”
“Of course.”
Squeak—
He lifted me up in his arms. Startled, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Naturally, I draped my arms around his shoulders and looked down at him.
“There’s no reason to refuse.”
“Then….”
“I’ll make you happy, so marry me, Margaret.”
“What are you saying? Those were my exact words….”
“Do you dislike it?”
“There’s no reason to refuse.”
At my answer, we both burst into laughter. I lowered my head and kissed him first.
The kiss grew deeper and deeper, reaching a level that could no longer be described by such a cute word as a kiss.
Boom—bang!
Just then, fireworks exploded overhead.
Then he slipped a ring onto my finger. It was a diamond ring. As I admired how beautifully it sparkled from every angle, I asked him.
“Is the Prince of Asdal’s pinky finger safe?”
“If you prefer a finger as a gift over the ring, let me know.”
Enoch replied with complete seriousness.
“I was joking.”
“So was I.”
“It sounded serious.”
“I’d rather talk about us than Asdal. About our future together.”
“Our future together?”
“I’d like to hold the coronation ceremony right after the cold one ends, and I’d prefer we have children a bit later.”
“Why? It’s customary to secure an heir quickly….”
“I want to fully enjoy our newlywed years. Our courtship wasn’t short either. I want to savor the love you spoke of.”
Enoch gently pulled my chin toward him and kissed me, grinning widely.
My heart fluttered so intensely I could barely contain it. Romance, and newlywed life. Just speaking the words made my heart race.
He wore a smile at the corners of his lips.
It wasn’t a loud laugh, but his face looked so beautiful in that moment.
I wanted to remember this face forever, so I silently etched his smile into my eyes.
In his gaze fixed upon me lay love, pressed down without a single gap.
“I wish for your happiness. Preferably by my side.”
He lowered his head and placed a tender kiss upon my cheek. The soft touch of his lips against my skin melted not only my cheek but my heart as well.
“Happiness felt by me alone is far too unjust an emotion. I wish for you to share in this overwhelming feeling of mine as well.”
Wait… So what he’s saying is that Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid is happy.
That he was a man capable of uttering such embarrassingly thrilling words.
I stood bewildered, unable to respond, merely gazing at him in a daze.
After a moment of silence, he looked up at me.
“I love you, Margaret Rose Flone.”
A smile gradually bloomed across his lips. I too found myself smiling in return. My lips refused to fall.
He kissed my cheek.
“I love you.”
Then he kissed my forehead and the bridge of my nose. Soon, with our foreheads pressed together, he spoke once more, softly.
“I love you.”
As though unable to contain that emotion, he poured forth all the love within him, speaking it to me.
His love, overwhelming in its magnitude, accumulated within me layer upon layer.
I was happy. Happy enough to wish this moment would last forever.
“I love you too.”
The scorching heat of summer. Hot wind. Oppressive humidity.
There was nothing pleasant about the weather, yet Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, who drew near through it all, was a man without a single fault.
His breath touched my lips.
My hand, gripping his collar, tightened with force.
His large hand caressed my bare shoulder in secret before sliding his fingers through the strands of hair at the back of my head.
My arms and legs, wrapped around him, tensed with strength.
Our intertwined breaths grew deeper still.
I held my breath.
I felt my senses slipping away in the oppressive heat.
Bzzzzzz—
The cry of cicadas echoed throughout the garden.
Sweat—whose, I could not tell—dripped to the ground.
Ah. Like quenching thirst in the sweltering weather, our breaths remained intertwined for a long while.
I no longer despised the scorching heat of this summer.
Yes. I have come to love summer.
On a sultry midsummer night,
I proposed to the man I love, and received his proposal in return.
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[In-Depth Analysis of the Modern Woman, Margaret Rose Flone!]
[The Protagonist Successfully Completes Her Engagement Ceremony Despite Sabotage Attempts!]
[Exclusive: Detailed Information on the Engagement of the Future Emperor and Empress of the Langrid Empire!]
The newspapers are filled with stories about me. I’m so embarrassed I can barely show my face.
On top of that, ever since Enoch’s proposal, he’s been pushing forward with wedding preparations, which has only spawned more related articles.
As a result, I haven’t been able to take a single step outside the Flone Estate.
[Was the Spire’s staircase destruction a murder plot?! The culprit is a former Magic Tower mage]
Naturally, articles about the mage who destroyed the staircase continued to pour out. The public reaction was enormous—there were even petitions demanding a public execution.
Enoch said he had no intention of a public execution, but would impose a punishment befitting the crime.
‘I don’t feel sorry for him. I nearly died, after all.’
I pushed aside any sympathy for the mage.
Besides, I had far more pressing issues to contend with.
The Prince of Asdal had to leave before Enoch because his coronation ceremony was coming up. I, Archbishop Luzef, and Yuanna Lucy saw him off at the manor.
“It’s such a shame I can’t stay to see the wedding. How about we spend our honeymoon in Hestia?”
The Prince of Asdal said this to me before departing.
“I’ll consider it. It’s truly unfortunate that I can’t attend Your Highness’s coronation.”
Only Enoch and I would be unable to witness the Prince of Asdal’s coronation ceremony.
Archbishop Luzef, Yuanna Lucy, and Diego Bastian Vilterheim would attend the Prince of Asdal’s coronation and then return to Langrid for Enoch’s coronation ceremony.
“It’s not too late yet, Lady Flone. The position of Queen of Hestia remains vacant.”
“Just go already. Stop eyeing our Meg.”
Yuanna Lucy cut him off coldly. The Prince of Asdal crossed his arms and looked at her with displeasure.
“Even if you say that, the position won’t go to the Saint, will it? Lady Flone has eyes only for Enoch anyway.”
“What are you talking about? Anna is my friend.”
“Did you hear that? I can stay by Meg’s side until death as her friend, you know? Closer than any husband.”
Yuanna Lucy embraced me and stuck her tongue out at the Prince of Asdal.
“Listen to the person who’s about to go on a long journey.”
“Even after my travels, my place as Margaret’s friend will always be mine. I was first, after all.”
“That’s true. Anna is my first friend and my only friend.”
At my words, Yuanna Lucy screamed with joy. Watching the two of us, the Prince of Asdal shook his head.
“Now that I think about it, aside from me and the Crown Prince, you all conveniently had no friends.”
The fact that the Prince of Asdal and Enoch had friends was more surprising than the fact that we all lacked them.
“You’re saying the two of you have friends?”
“Aren’t Enoch and I classmates from the Academy? Ha ha ha!”
I’d heard they quarreled throughout their Academy days. Wasn’t that called a rivalry rather than friendship?
Suddenly, I became curious about Enoch’s Academy life as well. I wished I could have attended school with him.
“Stop talking nonsense and leave already.”
“I’ve received much kindness from all of you. From now on, it won’t be easy for any of us to move about given our social positions. But you will always have a place in my heart.”
His words created a solemn moment. Then the Prince of Asdal raised his voice to lighten the mood.
“Wasn’t I just incredibly cool? Ha ha ha!”
He laughed frivolously again, then waved his hand at us in a final farewell.
“I’m really leaving now! I’ll miss you all!”
Even as he climbed into the carriage, he continued waving and calling out to us.
He was talkative to the very end.
But precisely because of that, I felt I would miss him greatly.
As he said, given our social positions, we wouldn’t be able to see each other often anymore.
Still, as the Prince of Asdal said, we would always be together in spirit. The time we spent together on the Island would be something I could never forget.
I stood there for a long while with Archbishop Luzef and Yuanna Lucy, watching the carriage carrying the Prince of Asdal disappear around the corner of the alley.
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Yuanna Lucy sat on the terrace of the guest room at the Flone Estate, humming softly.
On the terrace below, Margaret Rose Flone was spending a warm moment with her family.
I could see the members of the Flone Family presenting gifts to Margaret Rose Flone one by one. From what I could gather, they were engagement gifts that Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had requested.
I leaned idly against the railing, watching Margaret Rose Flone’s happy face. Seeing her happiness made me feel happy as well.
“Will you not tell me as well?”
At that moment, Archbishop Luzef’s voice came from behind her. Yuanna Lucy finally lifted her head and turned around.
“Tell you what?”
“What price you had to pay.”
“Ah….”
Yuanna Lucy laughed awkwardly.
“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you beforehand.”
“It won’t be fun even if you tell me later.”
Archbishop Luzef struck at the heart of the matter with an unchanged expression and calm demeanor. But Yuanna Lucy had no intention of speaking about the price she would pay just yet.
“Just pretend you don’t know.”
At her request, Archbishop Luzef stared at her for a moment, his face contemplative.
Soon he spoke.
“Then be happy.”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t know what price you’ll have to pay, but at the very least, I hope the Saint will be happy.”
Hearing those words, Yuanna Lucy broke into a bright smile.
“I’m happy right now. Truly. But since those are the words of our esteemed His Holiness the Pope, I’ll try to become even happier.”
Yuanna Lucy rarely became heavy or serious. That was precisely why Archbishop Luzef worried, yet she truly seemed happy.
“I’ve rarely experienced such leisure and peace in my life. Just thinking that I can rest and enjoy myself even more from now on makes me feel like I could die of happiness, you know?”
And what followed was her contemplation on how to receive more funding from the Papal Court.
“Have you forgotten that I am the Pope, Saint?”
“The funding isn’t given by you, Your Holiness. It’s approved by the relevant departments.”
“Ultimately, that approval comes from me.”
“…Then this conversation will move faster! I want to go on a world tour!”
Seeing Yuanna Lucy’s excited face, Archbishop Luzef pressed his forehead. I was foolish to have worried.

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