Navy Marigold

14.

The makeshift raft drifted aimlessly until it reached a deserted island, just as Lancel sensed the end of this iteration.

“An island! A deserted island!”

“We’re alive! Sir Lancel!”

Barely had he shared a tearful embrace with Marigold when Lancel grabbed the oars.

He poured the last of his strength into reaching the shore.

“Ugh…”

“No, Sir Lancel!”

As soon as Lancel collapsed from exhaustion, Marigold leaped off the raft.

She swiftly climbed a nearby coconut tree and began dropping the coconuts to the ground one by one.

“Get a hold of yourself, Sir Lancel! You can’t die yet!”

“…Mary. I think this is the end for me.”

“Don’t talk like that, it’s not like you, Sir Lancel!”

Lancel closed his eyes.

“Huh?”

At that moment, something soft touched his lips.

As his lips parted, a sweet juice flooded his mouth.

Gulp.

“…!”

A thrill ran down his spine.

The sensation of life spreading through him traveled down his esophagus to his peripheral nerves.

Moisture, sugar, calories. Things he hadn’t tasted in a long time.

Gulp. Gulp.

“Phew! I’ll give you some more.”

“…Mary? Oof!”

Lancel finally realized how the coconut juice was entering his mouth, but it was too late to stop her.

With the continuous delivery of calories, Lancel felt energy surging through his body.

“Hoo, one more time!”

Smooch.

“Stop.”

“Mmm?”

He urgently stopped Marigold, whose mouth was full of something. The coconut juice went down his throat.

“I’m awake now, so it’s okay.”

“Sir Lancel!”

Marigold clung to him, tears welling up in her eyes.

“I almost had to live with your corpse. Sniff…”

“You should bury it, not live with it.”

The bird perched on her head, Pia, stared intently at Lancel.

‘I almost starved to death for the first time.’

With his strength restored, Lancel immediately began to survey his surroundings.

A wide sandy beach, a dense jungle behind it, and countless seabirds flapping their wings as they flew towards the center of the island.

The island seemed to have everything they needed.

“Let’s just stay here until a ship passes by.”

“Do you think a ship will pass by a place like this, Sir Lancel?”

“Well, it will someday. It’s not like there are only one or two ships passing through the archipelago.”

Lancel dismissed Marigold’s worries.

Waiting for rescue, Lancel, Marigold, and a bird began their life of drifting.

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[Fallen Noble Lady Simulation]

Creating the schedule for the 1st week of June.

Mon – Build temporary shelter. (Location: Deserted island beach)

Tue – Collect clams and oysters. (Location: Deserted island beach)

Wed – Find water, fresh water. (Location: Deserted island jungle)

Thu – Hunt animals. (Location: Deserted island jungle)

Fri – Spear fishing. (Location: Deserted island sea)

Sat – Free time. (Location: Deserted island sea)

Sun – Make dried seafood. (Location: Deserted island beach)

※Stranded in a strange land, a strange region, but somehow this feeling isn’t so bad, why is that? We survive diligently every day! Strength, stamina, charm, sex appeal UP!

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Life on the deserted island was monotonous.

1.Repair the house.

2.Find food and water.

3.Repeat.

The roughly built shelter was reinforced over time, and in just one week, it became a cabin with a bed and cooking facilities.

“I caught it! A wild pig!”

“Let’s grill it all up and eat it!”

“That’s too wasteful. I’ll dry it and smoke it.”

“Ooh!”

A month later, a food storage was built next to it, and seabirds and fish hung in rows, smoked.

In addition, there were facilities for collecting dew, traps for catching animals, spears made by carving wood, axes made by grinding stones, and so on.

As if to show that humans are adaptable creatures, Lancel quickly established a complete base.

“Mary. It’s hot.”

“I’m hot too.”

“Then you can move away.”

“I don’t want to.”

“That’s an officer’s order. Move away.”

“There are no officers or soldiers on a deserted island.”

“…….”

“Hehe.”

The two lay side by side on a bed made of stacked bamboo.

Nothing in particular happened between Lancel and Marigold.

They just often clung to each other to confirm each other’s existence.

A world where all that could be seen was the island, the sea, and Marigold. Lancel was becoming accustomed to her presence day by day.

Another year passed.

“Sir Lancel.”

Marigold, now eighteen and an adult, approached Lancel.

To prevent their clothes from wearing out, the two had taken off all their navy uniforms. They lived covering only their vital parts with animal skins.

“I think it’s not bad to live like this. There’s plenty of food, no worries. And Pia likes you now, Sir Lancel.”

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[Game Guide]

-The list of endings that can be acquired has been updated!

1.Lovers of the Deserted Island.

2.Marigold, the Owner of the Island.

3.Gold D. Mary, Head of the Pirate Crew.

※Stranded, in other words, a paradise for two.

‘No, not quite paradise…’

It wasn’t that extreme.

But it was true that it wasn’t bad.

Perhaps Lancel was finally taking a vacation here.

Thump-!

“Eek!”

On a stormy day, Marigold trembled and huddled up.

“Mary.”

Lancel quietly pulled her closer. Marigold’s presence, slightly larger since becoming an adult, nestled into his arms.

He could feel the trembling subside and her breathing become even.

Thump-thump-!

Lancel slowly recalled everything from the moment he first met her until now.

Marigold, who had a fight with a homeless man in the last car of the train. Marigold, who came to become a Mercenary. Marigold, who had lost her sight. Marigold, who traveled around the rural territories doing shell games.

Each and every one of them was a memory that remained only in his mind. Perhaps the Marigold on this deserted island would have a similar ending.

One that no one would remember.

An existence that would remain only within Lancel.

‘…Happy ending…’

The day Marigold would end this regression someday.

Even if that Marigold was happy at that moment, would it really be a happy ending? Was it really the result Lancel wanted? Since the regression was over anyway, was everything okay?

The images of countless Marigolds who had stayed in his mind for 10 years and disappeared continued to swirl in his head.

“Sir Lancel. I’m an adult this year.”

“……?”

“I’m just saying.”

In the storm, Marigold whispered with trembling eyes.

He could feel her body burning hot.

Lancel hesitated for a moment on what to answer.

-Cheep!

The sleeping bird, Pia, squeezed between them.

As if knowing in advance what was about to happen.

“Shall we sleep?”

“…Pia!”

Marigold glared at Pia with resentful eyes.

-Cheep!

“It’s a chance I finally got…!”

-Cheep-cheep!

“I’m the one who should be angry!”

Hoo.

That was dangerous.

Lancel quickly calmed himself with a deep breath, having almost been swept away by Marigold’s momentum. He almost went straight to the ending.

“Tomorrow, I will definitely…definitely catch her…lift her up…”

What is she saying?

Lancel quietly closed his eyes, watching Marigold muttering and resolving something.

When the storm that raged overnight stopped, a dazzling sun rose.

“What’s this?”

It was then.

Lancel opened his eyes at the sound of a human voice.

He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he had heard a voice that wasn’t Marigold’s.

‘Rescue team?’

A rescue team from the navy? Lancel and Marigold exchanged glances at the same time.

“Here! There’s a house here.”

“What? A real house? Did you guys build this?”

“Why would we build a house in a place like this for no reason?”

“Look at this! Women’s clothes! There are women’s clothes hanging up!”

“There’s a woman? Where! Where is she!”

“What luck!”

“We have to catch her right away and sell her to the slave market!”

“There’s someone inside!”

“Go in right now!”

Of course.

Lancel took out the stone ax from under the bed. Marigold was quietly raising a wooden spear.

Bang-!

“Your husband has arrived, you bitch!”

The stone ax struck the head of the man who burst through the door.

Thwack!

“Kehk!”

“Who said you’re my husband?”

His face caved in at once, and blood splattered.

Lancel glared at the dozen or so men behind him with cold eyes.

Each of them was holding a knife in their hand, so it was obvious what kind of guys they were. Pirates.

“A man…!”

“Ki, kill him!”

15.

“What have you been doing for three years! You incompetent navy guys!”

Miss Iceford’s sharp voice rained down on the naval officers.

“Ah, there, yes, good.”

Lying face down on silk spread out on the beach, no less than four servants were diligently massaging her back.

Miss Iceford’s attire, who had become completely accustomed to life in the archipelago and had become more open, was almost impossible to look at.

In fact, it was as good as being naked.

“A, are you okay, Miss?”

“Hehe. You’re a cute child. Do a little more.”

Three years was enough time to change Miss Iceford, a noble lady from the Imperial Capital.

“Ah, a little more, there, yes! Uh!”

“…….”

She looked like someone who was enjoying a vacation. Sweat dripped from the foreheads of the naval officers.

“Anyway!”

But she raised her voice again.

“Do you know what will happen if the Third Princess Your Highness is harmed? Rumors will spread among the nobles of the Imperial Capital. That the navy of the archipelago is incompetent and missed the rescue opportunity.”

“That’s…!”

The naval officers were sweating.

For the naval officers who were subtly looking for an opportunity to go up to the Imperial Capital, it was a terrible mark of disgrace.

“Anyway, I warned you. Bring me results.”

“……Understood.”

The Coral Baron just lowered his head, cursing inwardly.

Even though she looked like that, she was a lady from a Duke’s family and a maid of the Imperial Family, Miss Iceford. She was a woman that even a Count couldn’t treat carelessly.

He had no choice but to do as he was told.

“Commander! Coral Baron!”

It was then.

A naval guard was running frantically across the beach from far away on the coastline.

“They found her!”

“Found what?”

“The, the Princess Your Highness!”

“……!”

Everyone on the white sandy beach raised their heads.

Even Miss Iceford, who was entrusting her body to the massage, raised her upper body in a flash.

“…Is that really true?”

“Yes! Miss Iceford! It’s certain! The pirates who were captured today, they, they all confessed! Sir Rox Ruwen has just heard the news and set sail!”

“Where is she!”

The naval guard took a breath and opened his mouth again.

“An island…a base on an island disguised as a deserted island…I heard it clearly! The head of the pirate crew has a woman he cherishes…and that woman happens to look exactly like the Princess Your Highness! It’s reliable information!”

This is real.

A feeling struck everyone’s minds.

It was a feeling that this information was real.

“Prepare the fleet immediately! We’re going after them too!”

The Coral Baron’s cry.

The officers’ movements became busy.

The only thought floating in their heads was one.

‘If it’s really the Princess Your Highness, I have to rescue her first!’

‘I can’t give up the title of Imperial Hero!’

‘Rox Ruwen, you sly bastard!’