I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 278

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 36
Walking behind Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim, I asked Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid a question.
“What do you think love is?”
I felt the two men ahead of us pause. They were listening intently to my words.
“Love doesn’t exist. It’s a form of mental illness.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid made a statement devoid of human compassion.
“But there are so many different kinds of love in this world. Compassion for humanity is one of them. Are you saying none of that counts as love?”
“That’s correct.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid answered without the slightest hesitation.
This was disheartening. I’d have to teach him what love even meant from the beginning.
In any case, as I walked lost in thought, I discovered a pile of ash scattered across one section of the cave floor.
The quantity was considerable—it resembled the amount that had been produced when I incinerated the duplicate Margaret Rose Flone.
I lifted my head with a questioning look, and Archbishop Luzef scratched his cheek as he explained.
“It was a monster. I happened to pick up flint in the forest and used it to create fire, carrying a torch as I walked. When the flame spread to the creature, it burned to death like that.”
Archbishop Luzef had possessed extraordinary luck even in the past I’d experienced. It seemed that fortune extended to this dimension as well.
In any case, following Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim’s guidance, we walked a bit further and discovered another entrance to the cave.
The moment we emerged outside, a massive river connecting the South Island and North Island came into view. In the distance, I could also see the great Suspension Bridge spanning the river.
The western region of the South Island had been devastated by a landslide—whether caused by magical power or not, it seemed the eastern region of the South Island had escaped significant damage.
And since the Suspension Bridge remained intact, that was fortunate at least.
The three men showed interest in that Suspension Bridge.
“Before we cross that bridge, shouldn’t we settle the matter of food first?”
I decided to address the three men’s hunger first. After all, people tend to lose their rationality when they’re starving.
‘I nearly drowned in that river while crossing the Suspension Bridge…!’
And that’s when I met Jenas.
In any case, I needed to set aside the idea of crossing the Suspension Bridge for now.
We had to devise a plan first before attempting to cross.
“You’re right. I am quite hungry.”
“I’ll go look around to see if there are any fruits like blueberries we can gather nearby.”
Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim spoke in turn.
Blueberries? So the two men had been surviving on nothing but such small fruits all this time.
Honestly. Whether it’s that world or this one, I don’t know how any of these men would survive without me.
I’m helping them not because I find these men attractive, but because I’m thinking of my colleagues Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim.
The moment communications reconnect, those two will beg me not to hate them too much for what I’ve seen.
“Wait. Let me handle it.”
Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim immediately looked at me with expressions of disbelief.
That look will change soon enough anyway, so I’ll ignore it. If they still have that expression later, I can simply abandon them without hesitation.
I pulled out my key ring and shook it. Then, scattering like puzzle pieces, it began to reconstruct itself into the Camping Trailer.
Well, as for Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim’s reactions upon witnessing this—they were identical to everyone else’s, so I’ll spare the details.
Well then, shall I begin preparing the meal in earnest?
I need to observe how the affection and obsession metrics change as I feed Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
Flash. In that instant, a bolt of lightning descended from the clear sky.
The lightning struck down upon the North Island.
It was in the direction where Jenas’s Cabin stood.
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Parallel Dimension #01.
Alea North Island. Cabin.
Jenas was lounging in a hammock set up in the Cabin’s garden, leisurely eating Blueberries.
Borrowing the eyes of a Wolf Magical Beast that happened to pass by, I caught sight of Margaret Rose Flone emerging from the Cave and preparing a meal.
I wondered where she had disappeared to, but it seemed she had entered and exited the experimental Cave I had set up hundreds of years ago.
“She survived going in there.”
Fascinating indeed. Who on earth is this woman?
Whoooosh—
As Jenas lay there at leisure, he witnessed an ominous wind beginning to blow through the center of the garden.
Fallen Leaves scattered and soon began swirling in circular patterns, following the spiraling gust.
Flash.
Immediately, lightning descended from the sky and struck through the center of it.
Blinded by the flash of lightning, Jenas belatedly confirmed what had happened and descended from the hammock.
Standing there was a man with silver hair and red eyes, identical to Jenas himself.
Jenas knew who he was.
It was Kaiden. His descendant.
But he should be on the South Island right now?
In the moment of Jenas’s bewilderment,
Kaiden lifted his head, brushing back the hair that had fallen across his forehead, and glared at Jenas with a laugh.
“Ha. To see that damned face again.”
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[Transmigrator Survival Mode Activated]
[Available Recipes Confirmed]
[Two recipe recommendations utilizing potatoes and Mushrooms]
French-style potato pancakes and mushroom potato soup.
Both were dishes that weren’t difficult to prepare. Indeed, with just potatoes, there were so many dishes one could make.
The lightning that had struck in the direction of Jenas’s Cabin was strange, but I decided to set it aside for now and finish cooking.
The system window gave no response when I asked about it.
‘There’s nothing I can do about it.’
I thinly julienned the potatoes, squeezed out the moisture, and mixed them with finely chopped Mushrooms.
I sprinkled ground herbs over the mixture to add fragrance.
I pressed the clumped potato and mushroom mixture with my palm to shape it into a round form, then placed it on the pan.
The sound of sizzling oil rose, accompanied by a savory aroma.
A golden hue gradually began to appear from the edges. When I lifted it slightly to check underneath, the surface pressed against the pan gleamed with a buttery golden color.
The crisp aroma of caramelized potatoes tickled the tip of my nose.
I watched as Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim, who had been observing my cooking, swallowed hard.
“Where on earth did you find all of this…?”
“If you still harbor any doubts or suspicions about my lady, I suggest you take your leave.”
Whenever Archbishop Luzef or Diego Bastian Vilterheim showed the slightest hint of skepticism toward me, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid would coldly shut them down.
It was terrifyingly sharp, like a blade.
“That’s not what we meant. Please don’t misunderstand.”
“Regardless of how you managed it, my lady does seem to have changed.”
Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim immediately apologized.
Of course, they didn’t seem to truly believe I had actually changed.
They were simply speaking that way because Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was so ruthlessly dismissive.
In any case, while the potato pancakes sizzled and released their oily fragrance, I began preparing the broth.
The savory aroma of butter and garlic awakened the appetite. When I added mushrooms, their moisture evaporated, releasing the rich scent of roasted mushrooms.
I added potato pieces and poured in water. Shortly after, the broth began to simmer gently.
When the bubbling sound had sustained at an appropriate level, I adjusted the heat and sprinkled herb powder over the top.
Two appetizing dishes were completed in an instant.
I transferred them into bowls in turn and distributed them among the three men who had been waiting for the meal.
Then I portioned out the remaining food into my own bowl and spoke.
“You must be famished. Please eat while it’s hot.”
Amusingly, Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim, who had been waiting for my permission, were the first to seize their spoons and hurriedly drank the broth.
Soon the two men’s spoons came to a halt. They had truly tasted it, and they were visibly startled.
Their eyes widened considerably. By now, I was accustomed to this reaction—that gaze that seemed to regard me as some sort of culinary master.
In truth, it was merely the result of appropriately using modern seasonings with MSG, so I felt somewhat embarrassed about it.
In any case, I could tell that the way Archbishop Luzef and Diego Bastian Vilterheim looked at me had changed from before.
It seemed they hadn’t eaten proper food in quite some time either, and they appeared to regard me almost as a savior.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid sat at ease, sipping his broth while observing them, then let out a faint laugh—so subtle it was barely worthy of being called laughter, more a quiet scoff.
Then Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s gaze turned toward me. Those golden eyes, quietly observing as I ate, were breathtakingly serene.
They resembled stars silently illuminating the night sky.
[Target: Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid]
[Affection Level Toward User: 93.8%]
[Detailed Emotional Composition Analysis:
Affection 15.3%
Loyalty·Protective Instinct 6.5%
Obsession 73%]
The emotional composition remained unchanged.
I pondered the reason for Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s such intense obsession with me.
Wasn’t it a yearning and obsession for something he had desired but ultimately failed to possess?
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s feelings toward Margaret Rose Flone were a mixture of love and hate.
Though Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid behaves as though he knows nothing of love, the very beginning of his feelings toward Margaret Rose Flone was undoubtedly ‘love.’
It was no different in this world. Just as I had been toward Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid in the past. Just as Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had been toward me.
In truth, wondering how to lower his obsession and raise his affection was nothing short of arrogance.
Margaret, who had driven Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid to this state, could not afford such thoughts.
Margaret, who had pushed him to the very brink, could not afford such thoughts.
Yet I was too desperate to concern myself with such considerations or restraint.
Though I joked thoughtlessly, laughing without substance and suggesting kisses in jest, I too had nowhere left to retreat.
If I did not do this, my husband would never awaken.
The world I loved would crumble to ruin.
As I sat lost in contemplation, the realization crystallized, and I chose to set aside my conscience for now.
I had to become ruthless.

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