I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 249

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 7
The Prince of Asdal finished his meal before I did, grinning as he posed his question.
“I don’t understand how you’ve managed to inhabit my former wife’s body, but I’ve grown curious about who you truly were originally.”
*Cough, cough.*
“How could you not see it? Anyone with eyes can tell you’re not Margaret Rose Flone. You’re certainly not that witch. Absolutely not.”
I hadn’t planned to hide anything anyway, so there was no reason to be surprised. I was merely caught off guard by the timing of his question.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Your Highness.”
Of course, that didn’t mean I intended to honestly answer where I came from, who I was, or whether I was truly a transmigrator.
And since I was actually that legendary witch myself, there was even less reason to speak.
“Hmm….”
The Prince of Asdal narrowed his eyes as he studied me, then raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“I nearly lost my life to starvation today. So regardless of who my former wife truly is, what does it matter?”
He suddenly became magnanimous. It seemed the effect of the meal was quite substantial.
Well, of course. If I wanted to keep enjoying such cooking on this damned Deserted Island, I had no choice.
I’d noticed a pot in the camping trailer earlier—next time, I could catch some Fish and try making pot rice.
‘Ah. There’s no rice.’
That’s unfortunate. Fish pot rice was one of my favorite Korean dishes, and I’d never even eaten it in Langrid.
Since they said I couldn’t use this keyring in Langrid, I should take this opportunity to experiment with as many modern conveniences as possible.
‘There must be something I can use instead of rice.’
With that resolve, I stood up from my seat.
“Well then, shall we finish cleaning up and search for a place to sleep tonight?”
More precisely, it was closer to searching for where Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid might be rather than simply finding a sleeping spot.
But after we finished cleaning and began searching for a place to sleep, a problem arose.
“That won’t do. How do I know you won’t disappear somewhere again?”
“I honestly don’t understand why we need to stay together anyway. Didn’t you say we were divorced?”
The Prince of Asdal fell silent, his lips pressed firmly shut.
Somehow, I felt a twinge of pity.
Just moments ago, while eating, I’d learned from him about ‘the marriage and divorce story between Margaret Rose Flone and the Prince of Asdal in this dimension.’
“I’m not truly of the Royal Family. To be precise, I share the bloodline of the Queen Consort, but my father is not His Majesty. Margaret Rose Flone knew this fact. That’s why she threatened me and my mother. We were married under those circumstances.”
“She already had two men when we married—a slave named Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and a training Rogue Mage named Kaiden. I believe she needed the power to control those two men. I heard Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was the illegitimate son of the Emperor of Langrid, and Kaiden was the cast-off child of a powerful family. Margaret Rose Flone seemed to want to make Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid the Emperor. She divorced me, made him the Crown Prince, and then immediately abandoned him.”
“After that, I understand she was abandoned by both Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and Kaiden. The moment both men seized power, they cast her out first. From what I recall, Margaret Rose Flone had treated and brainwashed both men like slaves for quite a long time.”
“I don’t resent or hate you the way the Crown Prince of Langrid or the Rogue Mage Kaiden do. Well, I don’t like you either, but ultimately, you kept your promise to conceal the secret of my birth.”
Saying he didn’t like me was probably the same as saying he had no interest in me.
It was a cold assessment for a former wife, but it was slightly better than his relationship with Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid or Kaiden.
I then asked about his relationships with Archbishop Luzef, Diego Bastian Vilterheim, and Yuanna Lucy.
The answers that came back were, as expected, rather bleak.
“My relationship with the Saint is utterly miserable. The moment the Saint appeared, you rushed to her and proposed a deal—that you would sponsor her. There were many Bishops at the time who disapproved of her commoner status and questioned her qualifications. When the Saint accepted your proposal, your attitude changed completely, and you exploited her quite ruthlessly. It was striking when the Saint came to me in tears. She begged me to stop you, Margaret Rose Flone.”
“You naturally couldn’t have a good relationship with Archbishop Luzef either. It was you who trampled his Family underfoot and toyed with them.”
“I heard that you and Diego Bastian Vilterheim were betrothed since childhood. I’m not entirely sure what happened between you, but they say he despises you as well.”
It was utterly pathetic. In our dimension, the only one who suffered direct harm from the mess I created was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Margaret Rose Flone in this world had committed heinous acts against every single person. I’ll admit—this is truly the highest difficulty level.
‘What false accusation was Jenas referring to?’
What misunderstanding lay beneath all that villainy?
Perhaps Margaret’s actions were misinterpreted, or her villainous deeds stemmed from some misunderstanding.
‘Only Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid seems to know the truth.’
According to Prince of Asdal, Margaret Rose Flone had definitely wanted to make Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid the Emperor.
So it seemed likely that the misunderstanding was connected to that.
As for her relationships with the others—there was no point even considering them. I simply had no idea.
A sigh escaped me.
I exhaled deeply and refocused my mind.
‘Right. My objective is Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s lips anyway.’
All I needed was to achieve my goal.
“But you could be in danger, couldn’t you?”
Prince of Asdal looked at me with an unreadable expression.
I couldn’t tell if he was genuinely concerned for me or trying to manipulate me.
But since he hadn’t yet witnessed my Survival Skills firsthand, the latter seemed unlikely.
‘Right. I’m feeling a bit sorry for the Prince of Asdal from our dimension. Should I bring him along?’
One extra mouth wouldn’t hinder my objective at all.
My goal was simply to meet Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid and steal his lips—in fact, Prince of Asdal could even help smooth things over along the way.
‘No, wait. It’s rather odd for a former wife to help steal another man’s lips, isn’t it?’
I didn’t know. In any case, my heart had spoken. Take Prince of Asdal with me.
I nodded toward him.
“Let’s go.”
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A man in pristine formal attire pushed through the bushes, walking forward.
Thud. Thud.
The man possessed sleek black hair so dark it seemed to swallow light itself, cold and lustrous.
Beneath long, drooping lashes, golden eyes gleamed with an ominous twilight radiance, meticulously scanning the surroundings.
Those eyes, ringed with gold and twilight, were impossible to look away from—as if caught in a trap.
The Beast-like, raw sharpness of his gaze was suffocatingly threatening.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid irritably loosened his cravat.
Ever since awakening on this Deserted Island of unknown location, his attire remained immaculate, not a thread out of place.
He adjusted his black gloves deeper onto his hands and came to an abrupt halt.
A breath escaped him.
He exhaled into the oppressive heat, then inhaled once more.
That was when it happened.
A familiar scent entered his nostrils.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s eyes sharpened as he surveyed his surroundings with keen alertness.
Over countless years, her scent had become imprinted upon his very being—a fragrance impossible to forget.
It resembled the Forest, yet it was not the Forest’s scent. It was a delicate blend of wet Moss, dried wood, and the subtle notes of herbs.
A sensation that defied logical explanation.
He responded only to Margaret Rose Flone—only to her scent.
His golden eyes flashed with a threatening light.
‘I suspected as much, and now it’s confirmed.’
It was Margaret Rose Flone’s doing.
Always Margaret Rose Flone.
Hollow laughter spilled from Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s lips in succession.
Each time he thought he had grasped her, she slipped away—again and again.
Perhaps this was for the best.
This time, he would personally sever that damned Witch’s breath.

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