I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 288

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 46
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The blood-soaked man was Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.
He bore no wounds, so the blood wasn’t his own.
What truly startled me was the affection rating displayed in the pink-glowing status window.
[Target: Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid]
[Affection toward the user: ▲100%]
[Detailed emotional composition analysis:
Affection 86%
Obsession 14%]
Was I seeing this correctly? It seemed wrong. This man was Enoch, right?
No matter how I looked at it, the obsession and affection percentages appeared reversed.
This couldn’t be. Unless he’d experienced some sudden, profound revelation.
Moreover, the categories for loyalty and protective instinct had been completely deleted.
I rubbed my eyes, but the status window’s numbers remained unchanged.
“Please step back for a moment.”
Enoch then approached the iron bars and asked me to move away from them.
I obeyed, stepping back, and he kicked the bars with a resounding crash.
Crash! Crash! Crash!
After three or four kicks, the iron bars tore free. In other words, the iron bars were ripped away in mere kicks.
Seeing my shock, Enoch tilted his head with a puzzled expression.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, no… it’s nothing.”
To reiterate, this was a man who’d blocked Jenas’s Magic Power with pure force—what need was there for words?
“Take my hand and come up.”
Enoch extended his hand to me.
Hesitating, I offered my shackled hand and grasped his, stepping outside.
He held my hand gently, not letting go—as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Perhaps the affection rating was now perfectly composed of love, which was why he held me this way. He had come to love me, after all.
Yes. He loved me…
He loved me…
Love? Why?
‘How did it come to this?’
“Enoch. You see…”
I needed to ask him directly.
“Perhaps…”
“Sigh.”
I couldn’t finish. He exhaled deeply upon seeing the blood staining my clothing edge.
He quietly grasped my Clothing Edge and let out a series of heavy sighs. What was this? I felt like a mischievous child caught in the act.
“It didn’t hurt, did it?”
“Of course it hurt.”
At my words, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid pressed his lips firmly together, as if swallowing something that threatened to surge up from within.
I had missed the moment to ask him something. And the moment to kiss him as well.
I had recklessly thrown myself at him earlier, talking about kissing him at any moment, but now that the atmosphere had shifted, I had no idea how to make the attempt. Damn it.
‘I’m a married woman. Why am I like this?’
It felt like I was starting a new romance with an alternate version of my husband.
As I pondered how to steer the conversation back on track, I decided to ask what was on my mind instead.
“You didn’t connect the Gallows to the Sewage Passage, did you?”
“I didn’t know either that Prince Hestia would do such a thing.”
“The Prince of Asdal?”
“It seems he desperately wanted to save you, just as much as I do.”
The Prince of Asdal? That was unexpected. We had no real connection—though technically, he had been my ex-husband, so I suppose we did.
“First, we should remove the shackles.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid touched the iron cuffs around my wrists several times, and then…
Crack.
He shattered them.
Huh? What…?!
These could be broken by hand?
“There was a seam. I targeted the weak point and broke it, so there’s no need to stare like that.”
“No, I mean—even knowing there’s a seam, most people can’t break iron shackles with their bare hands.”
At my words, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid let out a soft laugh.
“Do I look like an ordinary person to you?”
No, he certainly didn’t.
“We should move. It seems pursuers will be following us.”
With that, he lifted me into his arms. It was what one might call a Princess Carry—a posture that was far too embarrassing for someone who carried the consciousness of a modern person.
“W-wait, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid. I can walk.”
“You were limping the entire time.”
Well, that was true, but…
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was genuinely concerned for me. He glanced down at my face, then quickly averted his gaze. His ears had turned red.
Looking at that innocent face, I found myself unable to voice the suggestion to kiss him. My intentions behind such a suggestion were far too impure.
Manipulating his heart was no different whether it was Margaret the Legendary Witch or me.
He seemed so pitiful to me.
A person who had struggled to earn the love of the ‘Witch’ Margaret, only to have every emotion drained to the very depths, completely exhausted.
Now that those emotions had barely been revived, was I any different in exploiting them?
I despised myself for falling into such thoughts right before completing the mission.
If I was only going to think about the objective, then I should think only about the objective.
If I was going to sympathize with him, then I should actually do something for him.
I was doing neither.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid placed me on his horse, directly in front of him, and we had to sit in close contact.
As we rode, I heard a brief account of what had transpired over the past ten days.
“So all the false accusations against me have been cleared?”
“Yes. Once it’s publicly announced, your position and social status will be restored.”
“And you’ve completely eliminated the Peony Faction?”
“The Blood Scripture was indeed hidden within the Rohade Family as you indicated. Their death sentences are scheduled to be carried out within this month.”
It was simple.
Why had my past self and my colleagues suffered so much over something this straightforward? Knowledge of the future truly does make all the difference.
“What occupies your thoughts?”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid deliberately slowed the horse’s pace to a conversational speed.
In my original world, my Enoch had been the same—always claiming to despise me while his kindness was ingrained in his very nature.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid was remarkably consistent. Here or there, it made no difference.
I had spoken of him and my husband as the same person, yet I realized I had been separating them in my mind all along.
But watching him express his love for me with his entire being, I finally felt the truth—that he truly was my husband.
The System claimed my husband and this Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid had synchronized and were now perfectly aligned, but numbers and reality were not the same thing, were they?
This was merely a feeling. A sense that he was truly my husband now.
I pondered Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s feelings toward me as I answered his question.
“I was just thinking about why you love me.”
Cough.
I heard a slight cough from behind me.
“My apologies.”
He apologized immediately, but that wasn’t the important part.
“Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid. You like me, don’t you?”
I decided to ask directly.
“No. You love me, don’t you?”
Rather than being flustered, Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid responded with a bewildered tone.
“Why do you speak such things so boldly, my lady?”
“Why shouldn’t I be bold? My false accusations have been cleared. You know I’m innocent now. So take off your prejudiced glasses and see me for who I truly am.”
I smiled brightly, forcing cheerfulness into my expression.
I couldn’t see Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s face, but the back of my head tingled. He was probably watching me from behind.
“Grant me a wish.”
“Why should I?”
“I nearly died unjustly. Surely you can grant me one wish?”
I wanted to launch a cute aegyo attack like some cat-concept deity, but without him seeing my face, it was impossible. What a shame. He seemed weak to my appearance.
“…If I grant it.”
“Yes?”
“You’ll abandon this dimension and leave, won’t you?”
I froze in surprise. I hadn’t expected such a direct question.
But I soon explained calmly to him.
“It may seem like I’m leaving now, but ultimately you’ll return to my side. You’re my husband. The person I love. You’re the only one who doesn’t know that yet.”
To be honest, I was uncertain at first. But the moment those words left my lips, it felt as though they became truth itself.
‘And in fact, they were true.’
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid still seemed bewildered.
“Grant me time. I need time to prepare myself mentally.”

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