I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 260

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 18
“Something feels off about this place. This Forest doesn’t seem to follow normal ecological principles.”
Jenas spoke as though speculating, but since he was the one who had constructed this ecosystem, his assessment was likely correct.
Regardless, it was peculiar—though I was grateful for it. I wondered why I hadn’t discovered such things in my past life.
In any case, I placed the Foraging materials I’d collected into a Basket and began earnest cooking preparations.
First, I spread ten grams of butter and olive oil across the bottom of a pot, then sautéed the minced garlic.
Next, I added the Mushrooms and sautéed them together.
Once the Mushrooms began releasing their liquid, I seasoned with Salt and continued cooking until the liquid reduced, then briefly extinguished the Flame.
In another pot, I removed the boiled potatoes and chestnuts, mashed them, added Water, and continued grinding them until they reached a thick consistency.
I poured the thickened potato and chestnut mixture into the pot with the sautéed Mushrooms and reignited the Flame.
I let the Stew simmer until it thickened further, adjusting the Salt seasoning as needed.
The aroma was exquisite. Truthfully, it wasn’t quite the taste I’d known in Korea or the Langrid Empire, but for such Wilderness fare, this quality was genuinely exceptional.
Perhaps it tasted even better precisely because it was Stew prepared in the Wilderness.
“My lady!”
Just as I was dividing the completed dish between Jenas’s Bowl and mine, someone called out to me.
I lifted my head, and a familiar pink-haired figure caught my eye.
A Man burst through the Bushes and rushed directly toward the Cabin.
I stood abruptly and stared at him.
Ah. That’s right. I’d momentarily forgotten.
“Prince of Asdal!”
He seemed to appear every time I ate—though that was surely just my imagination…?
Whether in this world or that one, the Prince of Asdal was consistently both amusing and pitiful. Archbishop Luzef was no exception.
In any case, if it was the Prince of Asdal, I wouldn’t begrudge cooking for him daily. He had saved my life, after all.
I waved cheerfully toward the Prince of Asdal, but then I lowered my hand quietly as I caught sight of what was behind him.
A Wolf appeared at the Prince of Asdal’s back.
It had been roughly a week since I’d parted with the Prince of Asdal. Surely he hadn’t been pursued by them this entire time…?
Fortunately, once the Prince of Asdal entered the Cabin’s Garden, the Wolves circled the area briefly before vanishing.
It was likely due to the Barrier around the Cabin. If not that, then perhaps it was Jenas.
The Prince of Asdal collapsed to the Floor, utterly exhausted.
His face was ashen as he stared at the spot where the Wolves had disappeared.
“They don’t pursue beyond this point. How remarkable.”
The Prince of Asdal slowly pushed himself upright and asked me, “You appear to have been well, my lady.”
“You haven’t been continuously pursued by those creatures this entire time, have you?”
“Why would I not be?”
The Prince of Asdal didn’t deny it. That meant he’d been chased by Wolves for several consecutive days.
It was remarkable that he’d remained unharmed thus far.
“Good heavens. Are you injured anywhere?”
“Oh my goodness. Are you hurt anywhere?”
Was the Prince of Asdal truly this skilled at survival?
I examined his body with concern, checking for any injuries.
He rotated his stiff shoulder and smiled.
“I’m fine. Despite appearances, I’ve received Knight training. Had I possessed a Sword, those wolves would have been nothing more than a handful of prey.”
Suddenly, the Prince of Asdal was boasting.
His claim about Knight training wasn’t a lie—it would be one of the Crown Prince’s fundamental accomplishments.
“Regardless, you’ve endured much.”
Since he had genuinely sacrificed himself in my stead, I encouraged him without reservation.
“Ahem, ahem.”
Embarrassed, the Prince of Asdal scratched the back of his head, then noticed Jenas and wore a puzzled expression.
“My lady. Who is this child?”
“…Ah. Well… That’s what I’m wondering. Who are you? What’s your name?”
Already knowing his true identity, I’d inadvertently forgotten to ask for his name.
I needed to explain to the Prince of Asdal who Jenas was, but I had nothing to say.
Jenas looked at me with an expression of bewilderment, as if asking why I was asking his identity now.
Even I found it absurd, so I feigned ignorance.
“It’s Jenas.”
“Jenas? That’s the same name as the Great Mage Jenas.”
The Prince of Asdal murmured with curiosity.
Jenas regarded him with a subtle smile before responding.
“I’ve heard that many times.”
“You’re smiling?”
At my question, the smile vanished from Jenas’s lips.
Ah. Without thinking.
Isn’t it shameless? How can he smile after killing so many people?
I despise his smile.
The Prince of Asdal looked at me with an expression of disapproval.
“No. My lady. You’ve become quite harsh in the time we’ve been apart.”
His rebuke made me feel somewhat wronged.
“It’s strange. We don’t even know where he came from. This child shows no tension whatsoever.”
Jenas is such a wicked person.
He’s kidnapped us to this Island and is conducting vile Experiments—a psychopath of the highest order.
And yet he shamelessly feigns ignorance, positioning himself as a victim alongside those he’s harmed, when he’s truly the perpetrator.
“When I was in Prison, I heard a certain voice. It resembled yours.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Indeed it is. That’s what puzzles me. During my time in Prison, I was suffering—I must have been mistaken. It makes no sense for this child to have been there.”
As the Prince of Asdal offered an excuse on his behalf, Jenas played the victim as if he’d been waiting for it.
“I’m wronged. I don’t understand what happened either. Appearing bright is simply my habit. When my parents abandoned me as a child and I wandered the alleys, I learned something: showing distress when suffering only invites contempt.”
The Prince of Asdal genuinely pitied him. Yet at least he seemed to notice my gaze, glancing at me before clearing his throat awkwardly.
“So how did you come to be on this Island? Were there no other people here?”
“I can’t speak for others. I was just eating at the free distribution center run by the Temple as usual, and when I came to my senses, I was on this Island.”
“Wait, what did you say? An Island?”
The Prince of Asdal seemed to have only just realized this place was an Island.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid already knew it was an Uninhabited Island, but the Prince of Asdal’s information was lagging behind.
Jenas closed his mouth with an expression of realization.
But as if he’d decided it was spilled milk, he gave up and explained in detail.
“You see that tall mountain in the back? I climbed to the peak, and no matter how I looked, the entire perimeter was surrounded by Sea. It’s definitely an Island.”
The Prince of Asdal fell silent, his face struck with shock.
He merely muttered repeatedly, “So this place is an Island…”
I sighed and reheated the cooling Mushroom Stew, then ladled some out for the Prince of Asdal.
Even as he muttered “So this place is an Island…”, the Prince of Asdal dutifully accepted the Bowls and Spoon I offered, then began eating the Stew.
‘This taste—?’
As expected, his eyes widened once more as he stared at me.
“I have never tasted anything like this before.”
Well, I had used modern seasonings, so it made sense.
I ate my own Stew without making a fuss about it.
It was delicious indeed. The nutty richness from the sesame oil drizzled at the end was absolutely exquisite.
Jenas, tasting my cooking for the first time, also widened his eyes as he looked at me. It wasn’t an act. He seemed genuinely astonished.
After the meal, Jenas bombarded me with questions about the Key Ring, then poured forth inquiries about Mana and Magic, but I couldn’t properly answer any of them.
Kaiden made it, so I don’t know.
Jenas eyed my Cargo Pants pocket where the Key Ring was kept with an unrelenting gaze, as if he intended to steal it while I slept.
But it wouldn’t matter anyway—he couldn’t open the Key Ring without me.
I retrieved Camping sleeping bags, Blankets, pillows, and other items from the Camping Trailer and distributed them to the Prince of Asdal and Jenas.
“Since you two are men, you can share a room, right? I’m a woman, so I’ll take my own private space.”
After announcing this, I climbed straight up to the Second Floor Bedroom without waiting for a response.
I needed time alone.
Because—
“System. Does Margaret Rose Flone in Parallel Dimension #01 have any false accusations against her?”
I had questions that had been pushed to the back burner while I focused on Survival, and now I needed to ask them.

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