I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 263

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 21
Margaret Rose Flone.
In this world, Margaret was also the Young Lady of House Flone.
In her childhood, she attended a party at House Mogli, where she first met Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Enoch was the Emperor’s illegitimate son, though this remained unknown to the public.
He had been abandoned at House Mogli through the Empress’s machinations, and Count Mogli, unaware of Enoch’s true parentage, treated him like a slave. Margaret, who witnessed this by chance, purchased Enoch from Count Mogli.
When Enoch was born, it was Margaret’s mother—the Duchess Flone—who received the child.
And the Duchess Flone was poisoned by the Empress as punishment for receiving the Emperor’s illegitimate son.
Not only that, but the entire House Flone was slaughtered by the Empress, with only Margaret surviving.
Fortunately, a distant relative who pitied Margaret persuaded the Empress to spare her life.
He became her guardian until she reached adulthood, and thus the House Flone barely maintained its lineage.
Growing up in such circumstances, Margaret harbored a bone-deep hatred for Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
So she purchased him as a slave and trained him harshly.
While the Empress’s watchful eye on Margaret after she acquired Enoch could be one reason, personal vengeance certainly played a role.
Margaret trampled, toyed with, and tormented him. And she became a Villainess herself.
Only then could Enoch escape the Empress’s notice.
Her marriage to Prince of Asdal was entirely for his sake.
She needed a stepping stone to make him Crown Prince. She had to make him Crown Prince and kill the Empress to complete her revenge.
In that process, she felt no guilt about using him. After all, his existence had cost her her entire family.
But was all of it truly born from revenge and hatred?
Even though all of Margaret’s memories had been synchronized with mine, that emotion was difficult to conclude. Because Margaret herself didn’t know.
All I could discern was that Margaret’s obsession with Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was so relentless that it transcended hatred and felt like love.
Enoch, naturally, felt no gratitude toward Margaret after becoming Crown Prince.
How could he harbor any affection for Margaret, who had inflicted upon him indelible shame, wounds, and trauma?
As I recalled everything, tears streamed down my face. Because that Margaret was me.
My rationality still couldn’t comprehend her actions. Yet on the other hand, I felt pity for her.
Was there truly no other path?
Was there really no other way to live?
Having inherited her memories, I sat up in my sleeping bag.
I wiped away the tears that soaked my cheeks.
Regaining my composure, I dwelled once more on Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s hatred and contempt for Margaret.
Did Enoch truly only hate Margaret?
Enoch’s feelings toward Margaret bore a striking resemblance to Margaret’s feelings toward him.
A thunderous sound erupted from outside.
The ground trembled. What on earth was happening?
“System. What’s going on?”
In response to my question, a hologram materialized in the darkness.
[Analyzing request…]
[Analysis Complete]
[Armed Conflict Detected]
[Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid
vs
Zenas Igran Rohade]
I knew Enoch would come looking for me.
But why an armed conflict with Zenas…?
* * *
Whoosh—
At the sound of the Flare shooting upward, the Prince of Asdal’s eyes suddenly opened in the Forest.
I don’t even understand why I’m in this Forest. I was certain I fell asleep in the Second Floor of the Forest Cabin, in the room next to Margaret’s, but when I woke, I was in the Forest.
‘Damn it all.’
I couldn’t fathom why the rescue team still hadn’t arrived.
The Great Mage, the Crown Prince of Hestia, and the Crown Prince of Langrid were all isolated in this place, yet no rescue team had been dispatched. It was utterly unbelievable.
Barely managing to rise, the Prince of Asdal caught sight of a man pushing through the Bushes, walking with heavy steps.
Eyes like an abyss of darkness. Perhaps it was the formal attire in deep navy tones. Today, it seemed particularly striking.
While everyone else was trapped in this Forest, struggling desperately, that man remained impeccably composed.
Enoch’s gaze met the Prince of Asdal’s. Yet his eyes passed over him as though he couldn’t see him at all.
Thud, thud.
He walked straight past the Prince of Asdal without hesitation. His steps were unobstructed—the gait of someone with a clear destination.
“Wait, Half Prince! Where are you going!”
The Prince of Asdal quickly followed Enoch.
He had to pursue that man.
His instincts were screaming it.
Enoch walked forward without a moment’s hesitation, and soon the visibility opened up. He had found the Forest Cabin.
“This place…!”
When the Prince of Asdal acknowledged the Cabin, Enoch finally turned his gaze toward him.
“You know this place?”
“I was here until last night. With my former wife and some small child.”
“I see. So that’s how it was.”
Enoch answered as though confirming something, then turned his gaze back to the Cabin.
Just then, a Boy emerged from the Cabin. He had brilliant Silver Hair and Red Eyes.
“Zenas. Could that boy possibly be…?”
The Prince of Asdal furrowed his brow and examined Zenas.
Could it be that boy who left me outside?
But Zenas seemed far too young for that. He didn’t appear to possess such strength.
“Is that boy the small child Your Highness mentioned?”
At Enoch’s question, the Prince of Asdal nodded.
“That’s the one.”
The moment the Prince of Asdal finished speaking, Enoch strode forward toward Zenas.
“I’m looking for a blonde-haired woman. I heard she was here in this Cabin last night, but is she inside now?”
“Ah, yes. That older sister isn’t here right now. She left a little while ago.”
“Is that so.”
“Yes. Why would I lie? Go inside and check. She won’t be there.”
The Boy, Jenas, spoke with a shrug of his shoulder.
“Listen here, kid. Last night, we definitely fell asleep together in the same room. Do you know why I woke up in the Forest?”
“I don’t know either. When I woke up this morning, she wasn’t here, so I thought she’d left first.”
“I find it hard to believe that Margaret left. I clearly saw flashes of light bursting from here just moments ago.”
“You might have been mistaken.”
“That was definitely the kind of light only Margaret could produce.”
The Prince of Asdal, who had been listening to their conversation, approached and added his words.
“Yes. It surely wasn’t Margaret. Let us check inside.”
Tsk.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid, about to enter the Cabin with the Prince of Asdal, turned back to look at Jenas. The Boy grinned as though he’d done nothing wrong.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid stared at him quietly for a moment, then turned away.
Even after searching the Cabin thoroughly as the Boy had suggested, there was no trace of Margaret Rose Flone.
Ha—.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid exhaled slowly, then stripped off his Jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his Shirt.
It was confusing. Why was he chasing after Margaret Rose Flone like this? Why had he rushed here, obsessively pursuing her traces?
What did that damned woman mean to him?
Had his heart stirred again because she seemed slightly changed? Like when he first met her?
Grit.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid clenched his teeth and methodically scanned the interior of the Cabin.
Then, beneath the Stairs leading to the Second Floor, he discovered something.
A single acorn rolled across the Floor.
Lifting his gaze further, another acorn lay deeper within the Stairs.
A wall blocked the path ahead, but Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid noticed a subtle seam on that wall that resembled a Door.
‘Perhaps….’
It was when he reached his hand toward the Door.
Tap.
Someone grabbed his arm.
Turning his head, he saw Red Eyes.
“Mister, what are you doing?”
The Boy, Jenas, asked with a grin.
At that moment, the Prince of Asdal also appeared, tilting his head as he looked at the two of them.
“Both of you are here. What are you doing? Did you find the lady?”
“Ah, yes. There seems to be a Door here, so I was trying to open it.”
“It’s not a Door.”
“Then what is it?”
“Just a wall.”
“You’ll understand once you open it.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid reached toward the Door.
Jenas, who had been about to stop him, sighed and stepped back, raising both hands in surrender.
“Why are you so obsessed with Margaret? Do you like her?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s hand froze.
Whether he noticed or not, the Prince of Asdal rebuked Jenas.
“The boy has no filter. That woman is my former wife, you brat.”
Even at the Prince of Asdal’s response, Jenas and Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid remained motionless, glaring at each other.
In the end, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid tried to push the Door open along its seam, but it wouldn’t budge—as if it weren’t a real Door at all.
“Open it. I know this is your doing.”
“Why would I do such a thing?”
Without answering Jenas’s counter-question, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid rose to his feet.
He gazed down at Jenas leisurely, unbuttoning his Shirt and rolling up his sleeves.
“How old are you?”
“Eleven years old.”
“No. Your real age.”
“I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
“Then I’ll show you.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid seized Jenas by the scruff of his neck. In an instant, Jenas was slammed to the Floor and dragged Outside the Cabin, where he was hurled down violently.
At the sudden turn of events, the Prince of Asdal stepped out of the Cabin with a bewildered expression.
“Wait, that’s….”
The Prince of Asdal couldn’t finish his sentence.
Beneath Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s boot lay not a Boy, but a man with silver hair—a fully grown man.

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