I’m Stuck on a Remote Island With the Male Leads - Side Story 3

***

The same time, in the center of the capital city of the Langridge Empire.

The street to the Arden River was jammed with carriages and crowds.

Among them, the carriage with the pure white lily symbolizing the Holy See attracted the attention of the people.

Sitting in the carriage, Yuanna opened the curtains of the carriage window and, faced with many stares, she quietly closed them.

She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. “I thought you said we were going to use something other than the papal carriage? It’s conspicuous.”

Ruzef, who had been reading the Bible quietly with his glasses on, looked up, his brow narrowed in a stern frown.

“If it weren’t for this carriage, you wouldn’t be able to go out now. And why did you cut your hair like that?” Ruzef grumbled and pointed to Yuanna’s short haircut.

It hadn’t been long since Yuanna had become a saint. It was due to a sudden manifestation of her divine powers.

And her first act as a saint was to cut her hair short with a dagger in defiance of the Holy See who had dragged her away.

As Ruzef was reminiscing about the past, Yuanna abruptly opened the carriage door.

“I can’t. I’ll walk, Archbishop.”

“Sa……! Yuanna!”

Ruzef swallowed his words and called out her name, not wanting to draw attention by calling her “Saintess.”

But she didn’t look back and stormed away. Ruzef hurried after her.

***

The fireworks festival in Langridge was organized every year by the Magic Tower.

And this fireworks festival was Kayden’s first big event since becoming the Lord of the Magic Tower. So there should be no mistakes.

‘What? The flow of mana is strange. It’s hard to tell because it’s mixed up with the firework magic formula.’

A similar aura was emanating from the capital’s largest Cathedral, and Kayden’s adjutant had just reported that they were preparing to conduct an experiment there. But it was a false information.

‘Damn it, he sucks at sorting out information.’

As soon as the story about the Cathedral and the damn magical experiments was mentioned, he rushed at me without confirming the facts, wasn’t I just wasting money?

‘First, after the festival is over, I’ll have to kill that bastard to feel better.’

I’ll start by trying to find the strange flow of mana again. Perhaps I’ll feel better when I’ve visited all the bridges where fireworks have been set off.

With that thought in mind, Kayden looked around the bridges and saw an unexpected sight on the Lanverson Bridge.

“That son of a bitch…….”

Up on the bridge was his brother, the youngest of his siblings, with whom he was not very close. Kayden hated his brothers from the Rohade family with all his heart.

The people of House Rohade had created a scapegoat, Kayden, and put him under a harsh yoke, while the rest of them basked in the sunshine of their own happiness. They didn’t care about Kayden’s pain.

His younger brother was no different.

“It’s been a while.”

It’s been a while since he’s been to Rohade. He had to visit periodically to stomp on those bastards.

Kayden’s cloak fluttered magnificently with each step. Snow crystals fluttered beautifully with the fluttering of the cloak.

The sight caused people to stare at Kayden in awe.

Seemingly unconcerned with the gazes that followed him, Kayden, who was walking briskly, bumped into someone.

Thud.

The person he bumped into fell to the floor.

“Shit.”

“Hey, I told you to watch your mouth.”

“Unnie? That rascal hit me, a poor lady, first.”

Huh?

Kayden turned around with a dumbfounded look on his face; he’d accidentally hit her shoulder, but he hadn’t hit her. Wasn’t it an accident that happened because of the crowd?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a girl picking herself up off the floor.

Her platinum-blonde hair glistened in the setting sun. Her unusually rich, long lashes fluttered and lifted, revealing blue eyes like crystals of the sea.

Her deer-like features, which looked like they would crumble in her hands if he held them, were so gorgeous and beautiful that even Kayden, who was used to being judged on his looks, was instantly awestruck.

“What are you looking at? Apologize.”

The roguish tone that escaped her cherry-red, tiny lips made Kayden snap back to reality.

Meanwhile, the woman picked up her hat from the floor and placed it on her head, pulling down her veil to carefully hide her face.

“What if he’s a nobleman?”

“Then I beg your pardon, gentleman, but we’re in a hurry, and if you’ll excuse me, would you mind getting out of the way while I say something nice?”

Hearing the words of a woman who seemed to be her companion, she smiled softly and changed her attitude just as easily.

Kayden burst out laughing in disbelief. What is it with this woman?

He suddenly wanted to know her name.

But he couldn’t ask her her name.

“Innis, over there, the place that asshole was talking about.”

She brushed past him, clutching her companion’s hand as if he didn’t matter.

“Excuse me.”

Her companion, who was called Innis, apologized to him one more time and walked past.

***

“How dare a half-blood crown prince block our way!”

Not even Diego could stop him. It was the sort of thing that deserved a charge of insulting the imperial family. There were dozens of witnesses.

The crowd was getting bigger and bigger, and it would probably make the headlines tomorrow morning.

Diego sighed. It was Baron Rockford who spat out the words at Enoch as he approached them.

The good news was, with all the crazy things the men were doing, it was unlikely that the story of the Crown Prince standing in the street without a carriage would make the headlines.

On top of that, they’re insulting the crown prince as much as they can and pushing him to do as they please, which even the empress can’t protect.

“No one passes through here, not even the half-blood crown prince!”

Baron Rockford even insulted Enoch in a booming voice.

“That madman…….”

Diego naturally assumed that Enoch would solve the problem by words, but he was completely wrong.

Walking up to the three men on the horse, Enoch tapped the horse’s rump one after the other.

Heeeeeee-!

The startled horses raised their front feet in unison.

“Oh!”

One by one, the men fell off.

This could have been a disaster, and since they were nobles, Diego ran to Enoch.

‘Damn it, no way!’

Enoch was nonchalant. The man who fell headfirst was caught by Enoch in the back of the head, and the rest of them sprawled on the ground.

Luckily, he wasn’t a running horse, so he wasn’t too badly injured.

Enoch threw the man to the ground. He even brushed his hands away as if he had touched something dirty.

Enoch gestured to Diego, who grabbed the reins and calmed the horses before they could get even more wild.

“Get rid of them, it’s dangerous.”

Diego did as Enoch instructed, located the nearest stall, and pulled the reins on the horses, glancing back at Enoch as he went.

Diego realized he had better hurry, lest he get into another accident.

***

Arthdal sat in the cafeteria, looking out over the bridge over the Arden River with interest, for a very interesting sight was unfolding there.

Enoch, the half-blood crown prince he hadn’t seen in a long time, had suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.

“Tsk. He should be disguised like me.”

Arthdal had disguised himself to see the continent’s most famous fireworks display, the Fireworks of Langridge. Not as the Crown Prince of Hestia, but as a nameless bard of some country.

“Well, your disguise is more obvious now than it should be.”

His aide pointed out quietly, but Arthdal didn’t even pretend to hear.

He gently stroked the strings of the Lyra he held in his arms, very leisurely.

“It’s okay, I’m handsome.”

The aide agreed, but the amount of curious stares they were getting made him want to hide in a rat hole.

Arthdal was already a striking man with his pink hair alone, but in his disguise as a bard, he wore a pure white tunic, a loose, half-shouldered cloak, wooden sandals, and a wreath of olive leaves in his hair.

Surprisingly, given his handsome appearance, the outfit suited him very well.

Behind Arthdal’s back, the horse Diego had missed was galloping through the streets, and the screams of the people were filling the air.

Arthdal was humming a tune as he flicked the lyre. The lyre never hit a single note.

“But where in the world did you get such an outfit?”

“It’s plausible, isn’t it? In a novel I read recently, bards dressed like this.”

Novel…….

What kind of novel did you read that said that bards dressed like that in ancient times?

The aide avoided Arthdal’s eyes. He had served him for five years now, and he was no ordinary man.

“I think my help is needed, there’s something wrong with the flow of the mana.”

Arthdal rose from his seat, holding the lyre. The aide shifted his gaze to where Arthdal looked. There, Enoch and the fallen nobles continued their confrontation.

The aide suddenly remembered that Arthdal had a mana eye. If Arrthdal had seen something, there must be something there.

“I guess I should go help.”

The aide barely restrained himself from asking if Arthdal wanted to get changed first.

’It’s a good thing he doesn’t look like a lunatic.‘

The aide followed Arthdal, imagining such blasphemous things about his boss.