I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 287

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 45
Once the Royal Guards had completely subdued the Executioners, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid climbed onto the Execution Ground.
He walked toward me without a shred of hesitation, his stride purposeful and unwavering, moving in a straight line toward me.
As he reached my side, he called out to me in an even tone.
“My lady. It is all over.”
With those final words, he extended his hand to me like a savior.
“You are safe now.”
“…What on earth—”
I started to speak but closed my mouth again. My throat was completely parched from the ordeal I had endured.
I cleared my throat and asked him again.
“What happened?”
“Let us return to a safe place first. I will explain everything then.”
Yes, it would be better to have this conversation somewhere secure.
I nodded at his words and was about to take his hand when—
The ground beneath my feet gave way.
“Ahhh!!”
As I plummeted downward, I saw the shock on Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s face. He clearly had no idea there was a passage beneath my feet leading to the Sewers.
That meant this sewer trap was not of his making.
Ah, yes. Life truly does have a way of unfolding with the most wretched timing.
The Chair shattered, and I fell through the passage into the Sewers along with the splintered Debris.
Several wooden fragments lodged themselves into my legs. The pain was so intense that tears welled up in my eyes. It seemed only my hair had brushed past Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s outstretched fingers.
I had wanted so badly to be caught by him this time, but I was already falling below.
Ugh.
As I slid down the narrow passage, a vile Stench enveloped my entire body.
I tumbled downward, colliding with the walls on all sides.
Thud.
And finally, I plunged into the Water of the Sewers.
Splash—
I struggled to pull myself up from the Water, which rose to my ankles. I was surrounded by darkness so complete I could not see even an inch ahead.
“Ugh… it hurts.”
I needed to treat my Wounds first.
I shook my keyring and opened the Camping Trailer.
This magical keyring would return to my hands after a certain amount of time, even if the Prison Guards took it from me. I could not express how grateful I was for its existence.
In any case, I retrieved Disinfectant, Ointment, sterilized Gauze, a Tweezers, and saline solution from inside the Camping Trailer.
“Sigh… I need to remove these first.”
I could see fine splinters of Wood embedded in the wet skin of my legs.
The Handcuffs on my wrists made it inconvenient to move both hands together, but it was not impossible.
I took a deep breath and carefully began treating my Wounds, using the Tweezers to gently extract the smallest fragments from the outermost areas first.
‘Who on earth is this? Who created such a passage beneath the Gallows?’
The purpose was undoubtedly to help me escape, and whether I sustained injuries in the process was inconsequential. Escape was the objective, after all.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate.
I seemed to be using that phrase quite frequently these days.
After removing all the debris and completing the disinfection, I placed sterile Gauze over the wound and wrapped a compression Bandage around my wrist at an angle, securing it firmly.
‘It’s done. I’ll survive.’
I wanted to change clothes as well, but the shackles on my wrists made that impossible.
I gazed up at the passage through which I had descended. I had expected either Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid or the Royal Guards to follow me down, but there was no word from anyone.
I waited by the entrance to the Sewers passage for what must have been three or four hours. Yet still, there was no sign of them.
‘I think I’m developing a Fever….’
The condition of the Wound was not favorable, forcing me to make a decision.
I didn’t know why Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid hadn’t pursued me, but there must be a reason. I could ask him directly when we met again.
I ultimately resolved to escape this Sewers passage alone.
Sigh—
After taking a deep breath, I opened the System window.
“System, tell me the Escape route. Should I just go straight ahead?”
[Analyzing request…]
[Analysis complete]
[Current location: Langrid Imperial Palace Basement, B-1 Sewers]
[Recommended direction of travel: Straight ahead]
[Estimated distance to Exit: Approximately 173m]
173 meters—that was nothing.
I plugged my nose with a Cloth and held a Flashlight in one hand to illuminate the path ahead as I walked forward.
After walking for some time, I turned a corner and saw a faint light in the distance.
As I drew closer, a Forest came into view—the Ecohalo Forest adjacent to Langrid Palace.
The problem was that the Entrance was blocked by iron bars. Would it break if I struck it with an Axe? The metal bars seemed utterly unhelpful.
Moreover, the shackles on both my wrists hindered my movement.
Damn. Blocked like this.
What now?
As I stood there, lost in thought and shifting my weight from foot to foot, I heard the whinny of a horse from somewhere. Moments later, a Man emerged from the Bushes.
He was drenched in Blood.
* * *
Five hours earlier.
Immediately after Margaret Rose Flone disappeared beneath the Gallows.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt. She had been within his field of vision just moments before. She too had reached out to grasp his hand.
Then she vanished.
Beneath the Gallows.
From the moment he comprehended this fact, he could not even draw breath at the proper rhythm.
No words came to mind.
His lips grew parched, and his breathing lagged a beat behind. It was then he first understood what it meant for one’s heart to sink.
Instead of Enoch, it was the Executioners being bound and dragged away, and the Royal Guards left behind for cleaning who caused the commotion.
After calming himself and exhaling slowly, Enoch finally turned to Diego with a question.
“Where does this lead to below?”
“I’ll check right away.”
“No. No, I’ll check it myself.”
He tried to leap down immediately but was held back by the Knights.
“Please, Your Highness, calm yourself. Please leave this to us!”
Barely calmed by Diego and the other Knights’ dissuasion, Enoch waited anxiously for news from the Knights who had entered below.
When a report came that the passage was blocked, his expression slowly twisted.
“Everyone search for Margaret Rose Flone. You may overturn the entire ground if necessary.”
His voice trembled faintly, unlike his usual tone.
Two hours passed like this.
He looked at the blood spattered on the back of his hand and suddenly burst into laughter—at his own pathetic nature.
He had listened to her words and purged the Peony Faction—
He had uncovered evidence of the false accusation against her—
And beyond that, he had personally come to the Execution Ground—
The reason he had climbed here himself and extended his hand to her trembling alone on the Gallows—
He now realized it was not merely out of duty, hatred, or protectiveness.
He had fallen for Margaret Rose Flone, possessed by the legendary Witch.
That was why it was so unbearable. That both women were the same woman.
So he had kept his distance.
No. Looking back, had he truly kept his distance?
Hadn’t he been busy chasing after her footsteps?
He had expressed his feelings toward Margaret Rose Flone without reservation, deceiving himself that he hated her.
“It appears the Gallows connects to the Sewers passage. We will investigate further to determine how far it extends.”
Nodding at Diego’s report, Enoch decided to move himself.
“Don’t bother trying to stop me.”
With that firm declaration, he set out personally, with his own hands, to find Margaret Rose Flone.
And after roughly three hours had passed, he was able to learn of her whereabouts.
After the search, he found the engineer who had designed the Sewers.
Receiving a Map from him, Enoch moved immediately.
Then he encountered the Prince of Asdal. He appeared to have come hastily from Hestia.
“Having just returned to Langrid, I haven’t yet grasped the full situation, and I don’t even know if my intentions were properly carried out, but….”
The Prince of Asdal knelt before Enoch.
“Since the condemned prisoner disappeared below the Gallows, it’s only natural that Langrid is in upheaval. It is my doing. I could not simply wait for your contact.”
Soon after, the Prince of Asdal recited his crimes with a composed face.
“The sin of wanting to save her—I must bear that price. Instead, take me into custody.”
In the past, anger would have surged first.
He would have shouted, “Who do you think you are to do this for Margaret Rose Flone?” and raged at the arbitrary interference in Langrid’s internal affairs.
But now, hearing those words, he felt no anger.
My vision blurred, and I couldn’t see things clearly.
A single tear rolled down his cheek.
Just one.
That single tear held considerable weight for him. It was the first tear he had shed since becoming an adult.
“No. I’m the one who should be crying…. I never knew our Half-Emperor cared for me this much.”
Setting aside the Prince of Asdal’s flustered voice, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid exhaled a sigh and swallowed hard.
When he lifted his head again after lowering it briefly, his expression was composed, as though he had never shed that single tear.
“Then at least she’s alive….”
His voice seemed directed at no one in particular.
“That’s enough. That’s all I need.”
A relief….
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid bit his lip with his teeth.
Emotions so unfamiliar threatened to surge up and overflow.
“It appears Your Highness Hestia has not yet received my letter. The Peony Faction in Langrid has been completely eradicated, and the executions have been safely halted.”
The Prince of Asdal looked at Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid with a startled expression.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid smiled faintly and spoke to him.
“Now I only need to find Margaret. I was on my way to her.”
Not “madam.” He now called her Margaret.
In the moment when the fear of losing her in an instant consumed him, he finally acknowledged his own emotions.
The emotion he could not name as love finally reclaimed its true identity.
His love now revealed itself clearly, with nowhere left to hide.
[Target: Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid]
[Favorability toward the target’s user: ▲100%]
[Detailed emotional composition analysis:
Obsession 14%
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Affection 86%]

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