I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Chapter 289

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Part 2
(Side Story)
Episode 47
“If I prepare myself mentally, will you grant my wish…?”
“Yes. I will.”
“…?!”
“It won’t take long.”
I was startled by Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s answer—it was so unexpected. There was no reason not to wait for him now.
In truth, I carried considerable guilt toward him. How to describe it? A sense of debt had formed within me.
I had begun to desperately wish for his happiness.
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid. My husband. If I could restore him, wouldn’t this man before me find happiness as well?
According to Kaiden’s theory, it would surely happen that way.
So I would believe. I would trust in all circumstances and do my very best.
‘Come to think of it, I’ve had my communication disabled all this time.’
Since I hadn’t activated privacy mode, the people in the Original Dimension must have witnessed this scene.
I opened the communication channel for the first time in a while.
[Kaiden: Hey. You cleared it pretty fast anyway? I thought it would take longer.]
[Prince of Asdal: Nothing new. He was always an easy man in front of Margaret Rose Flone.]
[Rosemary: So His Majesty was a gold-digger for love.]
[Innis: What’s that?]
[Rosemary: A man who falls in love quickly. The Saint told me about it.]
[Yuanna Lucy: That’s the word Meg taught me?]
[※Connection is unstable, so only partial text data is being received.※]
I opened the communication channel for nothing today.
‘I should definitely activate privacy mode before kissing.’
That became the catalyst for my firm resolve.
* * *
My temporary dwelling was the Imperial Palace.
It was far too grand a temporary dwelling.
But to publicly declare my innocence and secure my safety, it was better to remain by Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s side.
Everyone agreed on that.
Thus, I stayed in the room directly adjacent to Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s bedroom. It was normally where the Crown Princess resided.
“….”
I stood quietly on the Crown Princess’s room’s terrace, gathering my thoughts.
No. I never expected him to bulldoze through like this the moment he recognized his own feelings. He shows no regard for others’ eyes at all.
I could not become the Crown Princess. I was a woman with prior marriage experience.
And since Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid would soon ascend to the throne as Emperor, whatever became of me, I would be Empress rather than Crown Princess.
‘No. I never intended to remarry here in the first place. Get a grip.’
I was simply frustrated.
It had already been four days since I arrived here. I believed my false accusation had long since been cleared.
They said to wait. They said it wouldn’t take long.
I escaped the Remote Island only to find myself imprisoned in the Imperial Palace. If only I could see Enoch, I’d convince him somehow—but I haven’t even glimpsed his face all this time.
Damn it.
He was clearly avoiding me out of fear—fear that I might disappear, fear that he might disappear.
‘That’s ridiculous. We share the same soul, after all.’
Besides, he said that even if the dimension vanished, he would remember everything that happened in this world.
So there was no need for such worries….
.
.
.
In the end, I decided to take drastic measures.
I stepped onto the Terrace and gauged the distance to the adjacent Terrace. It was the Room where Enoch was presumably sleeping.
Deep in the Night.
From now on, I would infiltrate his Room.
No, think about it. People need to see each other’s faces and talk.
Otherwise, how could we create the right atmosphere, whether for a Kiss or anything else?
I climbed onto the railing where the Terrace wall met the edge.
The entire Imperial Palace was silent. Only Moonlight watched over me this Night.
I placed my foot on the marble ornament beyond the railing, pressed my back against the wall, and slowly gazed toward the adjacent Terrace.
Enoch’s Bedroom Terrace and mine were connected by a single, narrowly protruding wall decoration. The width was just enough for my foot to fit.
“Ha… I’ve lost my mind.”
But I had no choice.
I removed the indoor Slippers I was wearing and placed my foot on the wall decoration connecting the Terraces.
The cold sensation of marble traveled up through my sole.
One step. Then another.
Each time my toes caught on the uneven surface of the wall decoration with a soft ‘thud’, my heart raced.
Below was the Imperial Palace Garden. I wouldn’t die if I fell, but I doubted much of my bones would survive.
Still, the distance to the adjacent Room wasn’t far, and before long, my hand finally touched the railing of the next Terrace.
My fingertips trembled, but I gripped the railing firmly and shifted my body.
Thud—
My feet landed safely back on the Terrace.
“Phew….”
A breath mixed with relief escaped between my lips.
The Terrace Door was locked. Of course. Security befitting a Crown Prince.
But Enoch didn’t know how clever my system window was.
I had memorized the method to unlock the mechanism that my system window displayed with diagrams. Then I pulled out a Pin. I inserted it into the small lock slot beside the Terrace Door and twisted it slightly.
Click.
“Perfect.”
Quieter than the wind seeping through the Door crack, I opened the Door and stepped into the Room.
The Room was not dark.
A faint candle flickered by the window, casting long shadows across the documents on the desk, the discarded gloves, and the torn report.
The bed was made. There were no signs of anyone having lain upon it, and the sheets felt cold to the touch.
Wait. There were no signs of anyone having slept in the bed?
Then Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid wasn’t in the room?
I spun around frantically, scanning the surroundings.
“Where did he go, really…”
That was when it happened.
The air stirred. The atmosphere in the room rippled subtly. And a low voice came from behind me.
“…Margaret Rose Flone.”
My breath caught. I had no idea how long he’d been standing there. I was certain I hadn’t seen him when I entered through the Terrace.
“Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid.”
When I turned, I saw him sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed. There was more space behind the curtains.
He rubbed the space between his eyebrows with a weary expression, then looked at me before letting out a soft, incredulous laugh.
“I thought you were a cat burglar.”
“Then why did you make me wait like this?”
He had nothing to say in response and closed his mouth again. He gazed at me quietly, stroking his chin.
Then, as if spitting something out abruptly, he made a love confession that came from nowhere.
“I love you, Margaret Rose Flone.”
His expression didn’t seem to match his words.
“My jealousy is intense.”
That part seemed true.
“Even knowing that another me from a different dimension is the same person as I am, I am jealous of him.”
“So you’re even jealous of yourself.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid rose slowly from his seat instead of answering.
He drew closer to me.
“If I had been waiting for you to come like this, would you hate me?”
His words caught me slightly off guard. He had been waiting for me to come—
“Why would you do that? I was the one patiently waiting, passing the time.”
“Because I love you more than that.”
Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid’s voice was very low and very careful as he drew near.
He spoke as though even the slightest increase in volume would make me disappear again.
“That’s why I hoped you would come find me like this. I apologize for testing you, Margaret Rose Flone.”
The way he said Margaret Rose Flone sounded different now. It sounded like the way a husband addresses his wife.
Somehow it made me hold my breath. Tension filled the room.
And then.
His hand gently touched my cheek.
I stood dazed for a moment before barely managing to regain my composure and speak.
“Did I pass the test?”
At my question, he smiled faintly—so beautifully that he seemed as though he might shatter at any moment.
Then he nodded slowly.
“Then you’ll grant my wish?”
He nods again.
“Are you certain you won’t regret it?”
“No. I have no certainty that I won’t regret it.”
“Then…?”
“But regardless, I wish to do this.”
I wish he would clarify his subject.
“Please grant me a kiss, Margaret Rose Flone.”
He lifts my hand with an earnest expression and presses a kiss to the back of it.
The cat skill that once belonged to the Dragon God—Enoch Aster Klaus Langrid now wields it. And only now do I understand why he succumbs to this skill every time.
Those pitifully upturned eyes. I am utterly entranced by that desperate gaze.
“Margaret.”
He presses his lips against the back of my hand.
“Please grant me this.”

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