I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 251

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 9
‘At this rate, I’ll collapse too.’
I was on the verge of collapsing, having failed to sleep properly for two days.
Thinking even a brief rest would help, I retrieved the camping trailer and unrolled my sleeping bag in the cramped space.
The moment I crawled into the sleeping bag, I felt tears threatening to spill.
Only now did it truly sink in—I had returned to the Remote Island.
I could still return to my original world if I chose to.
But then what of Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid? My husband would never awaken.
‘I can’t do that. I cannot live without Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.’
I desperately missed the faces of our three-year-old twins and Eun-ji.
‘You can do this, Margaret. You can do this, Pearl.’
If I gave up here, I would have no face to show the twins.
With that resolve, the moment I closed my eyes, I fell into sleep as though losing consciousness. Never had sleep felt so blissful.
Yet somehow, in what felt like mere moments, more than three to four hours had passed.
When I opened my eyes, I was still in the sleeping bag, but I felt a breeze brushing across my face.
The camping trailer had returned to its keyring form, abandoning me on the floor without a shred of mercy.
Cursed keyring. Had it really left me behind so callously and slipped away alone?
I opened my eyes in a half-asleep daze, then startled and screamed at the eyes hovering above my face.
The first thing that caught my attention was a pair of golden eyes shining like the sun.
Next, I saw hair as beautiful as the night sky—black and lustrous.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
It was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
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Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, who had been wandering aimlessly through the forest searching for Margaret’s scent, stopped in his tracks.
Something had caught the tip of his boot.
His head tilted slowly downward.
He saw a platinum-colored thread bundle.
No—it wasn’t a thread bundle, but hair.
Then he saw a pale white face.
Though dirt clung to it here and there, her fair skin could not be concealed.
A face both radiant and beautiful. If angels existed, surely they would have such a face.
Yet Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid knew the demon hidden behind this beautiful, enchanting visage.
“Margaret.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid knelt on one knee.
He leaned his upper body forward and extended his hand toward Margaret.
His fingertips traced slowly across the bridge of her nose and down to its tip. He felt her breath.
Only then did Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid withdraw his hand.
He gazed quietly at Margaret’s sleeping face. For a long, long while, he simply looked.
He lifted his head around the time he heard the chirping of birds on their nightly stroll.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid rose from his seat and gazed down at Margaret Rose Flone with a troubled expression.
Margaret Rose Flone lay curled up like a cocoon beneath a peculiar, thick blanket, sleeping soundly. The sight was undeniably strange.
‘Is this really Margaret Rose Flone?’
The Margaret Rose Flone he knew was not a woman who would fall asleep in such a place, in such a state.
Yet the scent emanating from her was unmistakably that of that damned witch….
‘Subtly different, though.’
Even her sleeping form differed from her usual manner.
That damned witch never slept so peacefully. She always had to grip something in her hand while sleeping.
Whether it was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s hair, Kaiden’s clothing edge, or failing that, even her own clothing edge—she had to clutch something.
And throughout her sleep, she would furrow her brow as if in distress, yet the Margaret Rose Flone before him now was different.
She slept beautifully and serenely. Like a pure angel untouched by the world. It was the face he had seen when he first beheld her, long ago.
‘Untouched purity. That’s far too generous a compliment for a witch.’
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid forced himself to regain his composure. In that moment, Margaret Rose Flone’s eyes slowly opened.
Huh?
Soon after, she let out a startled scream and bolted upright.
“What the hell! You heartless bastard! Did you really just abandon me here and sneak off alone?!”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid listened intently to her outburst, turning it over in his mind.
It was not the witch’s manner of speech. He could tell from a single word. This was not the witch’s voice.
Though she bore the witch’s face, her tone, her breathing, her expression—everything was different.
Above all, that witch was rather refined and would never resort to cursing.
“How dare you leave me in such a place. What madman would do such a thing?”
To be precise, the witch’s manner of speech leaned more in this direction.
Then Margaret Rose Flone looked around to assess the situation, and her gaze lifted. Her eyes met Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Enoch…? Good heavens.”
At that address, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid tilted his head slightly, his expression clouded with doubt.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid? Not a pet name?
It was the first time she had called him by his true name.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid made no reply, simply standing motionless as he gazed down at Margaret Rose Flone.
Their gazes intertwined.
After a moment of silence, Margaret Rose Flone spoke.
“Um, Enoch. Would you like to kiss me…?”
“….”
And silence fell once more.
“…It was a joke, so please say something.”
“….”
Though Margaret Rose Flone attempted to explain herself, the silence persisted for some time.
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[Target entity detected.]
[Activating Transmigrator Survival Support Mode.]
[Activation in progress…]
[Activation complete.]
[Target: Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid]
[Target’s Affection Level toward User: 0.3%]
No. What do you mean 0.3% affection?
It’s not even one percent—is this right?
If this is like the affection system in a dating sim game, I need to raise it to 80%, but how am I supposed to climb from 0.3% to 80%?
I should be grateful it’s not in the negatives.
In any case, one thing was certain: the Enoch before my eyes was not the Enoch I knew.
I’d heard from the Prince of Asdal about the relationship between this world’s Enoch and Margaret, but it hadn’t felt real.
Yet here he stood with a face identical to his.
Wondering if I should seek advice, I opened the communication function. I could see text data accumulated in the inbox.
I scrolled past the earlier messages and checked from the point when Enoch appeared.
[Kaiden: Our Majesty is a toy?! Hehehehe. That world’s balance patch is pretty decent, isn’t it?]
[Prince of Asdal: Wait, where did I go? I sacrificed myself in Margaret’s place just now. Listen here, Margaret. What about me?]
[Rosemary: Sister, I’ll buy into Prince Hestia’s share.]
[Kaiden: Hey, little Flone. What are you saying? Your sister is a married woman.]
[Rosemary: Not in that world, she isn’t.]
[Yuanna: Meg, why not try a bold kiss right from the start? He’s your husband anyway, so what’s the harm?]
[※
Connection Status
is unstable, so only partial text data is being
received
※]
I shouldn’t have looked. It was all useless chatter.
Right now, I could only advance to the next stage by raising my emotional synchronization rate with Enoch, so there was no real advice to seek.
I closed the transmission function again.
As I pushed through the bushes and walked on, I glanced back at Enoch and asked.
“Excuse me. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
Enoch didn’t answer my question, simply following quietly behind me.
“Why do you keep following me?”
“Is that not acceptable?”
His confidence left me speechless.
Most of all, Enoch was speaking to me in formal language.
Since I was a divorced woman, it seemed society in this world still referred to me as a “lady.”
In any case, my relationship with Enoch in this world was somewhat complicated and delicate.
Most troubling was that his eyes looked menacing enough to tear me apart at any moment, yet he did nothing to me.
Was he waiting for me to fall asleep so he could slit my throat without anyone knowing?
I felt a chill run through me and touched my neck with both hands.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid scrutinized me as though I were some peculiar specimen, his gaze sweeping from head to toe.
Feeling oddly self-conscious, I lowered my hand and decided to speak to him. After all, I needed to raise our synchronization rate and secure that kiss.
I was probably the only wife in existence who would devise such an elaborate scheme merely to steal a kiss from her husband.

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