Chapter 133 The Isolated Island "Will you be my wife, Andra..."

Thump!

Eleanor punched Andra right next to the head, and when she pulled her hand back, a large, cracked hole appeared underneath.

She gave the young man a meaningful look at his bewildered expression before walking back to the fire to turn the grilled fish.

With a sizzling sound, the aroma of fish filled the air. Andra swallowed hard, struggled tentatively for a moment, and rubbed against the vines, making a rustling sound.

"Put me down! Why are you tying me up?"

Andra was both amused and exasperated: After all, the two of them were stranded on a desert island together. Wouldn't it be good to have another person to cut down trees, hunt, and keep watch? She wasn't a burden!

Eleanor merely glanced at her, biting into her grilled fish, and said sarcastically, "You were just possessed, trying to draw your sword to kill me."

"?"

Andra looked down and saw that her belt and longsword had indeed been taken away, leaving her only with a long robe covering her legs.

"...Don't joke around."

She smiled helplessly, rubbing her arm against the rattan cane more quickly. "I'm starving."

Snap.

Eleanor tossed a branch, picked up another grilled fish, came to her side, and shoved the fish towards her mouth: "Here, eat."

"......"

An unnamed fire raged in his chest. Andra opened his mouth and bit the fish, mumbling, "Quickly let go of Wu!"

The woman bent down, wiped the fishbone from the corner of her mouth with her finger, and said calmly, "Don't worry, my people will be here soon. I'll take care of your food and drink for the next few days."

After saying that, she tossed aside the branch and then pulled out two vines to reinforce Andra's arm.

The princess tilted her head, watching Andra's twitching expression, and raised the corners of her mouth in a defiant smile: "Not convinced?"

"Um!"

"Hold it in."

"......"

......

Three days later, Eleanor helped her untangle the vines again, despite Andra's meaningful gaze.

These ropes were reinforced with so many layers that they almost bound a person up like a lollipop.

The reason is simple: the guards have not come.

There wasn't a single warship, let alone a sea turtle, on the sea.

"Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier?" Andra got up and stretched his arms and legs, and then—threw a punch!

*Plop*

Eleanor caught it with one hand and pointed to the beach with a smile: "Let's go see the campsite I've set up first."

There are many things to keep in mind when setting up a camp on a deserted island.

For example, one must be near fresh water and avoid wild animals and waves, but Eleanor is much more carefree.

She built a simple shelter using tree stumps and stones on the midline between the beach and the forest, simply because it was close to water and hunting grounds.

There was a campfire at the camp, but it had been extinguished to prevent it from starting a forest fire.

There was a circle of animal bones around it, including the remains of the dragon.

Andra looked at the clean remains of the dragon, wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Eleanor smiled and said, "Don't look at me, you ate too."

In these three days, she has come to realize just how much food martial artists in this world can eat.

Previously, servants would arrange everything, and we could eat whatever we wanted, as much as we wanted each day.

Now I have to prepare three meals a day for two people myself... I'm too tired to do anything else except hunting and cooking.

No wonder countries strictly control the number of martial artists, and even among the savages on the islands, only a few drink the secret medicine.

"Alright, you take a rest first, I'll take care of the rest."

Andra patted Eleanor on the shoulder and walked toward the shore.

......

Tonight's dinner consists of grilled shellfish and some grilled fish that has been mashed with an anthrax.

After the two had eaten and drunk their fill, they tidied up the remaining items at the campsite.

The longbow and arrows fell into the sea during the struggle, but neither of the two longswords was lost. Eleanor's clothes were relatively intact, but Andra's clothes were "for some reason" tattered.

There was still some animal meat left, but the only thing worth mentioning was the dragon's "dragon pearl," which Eleanor had dug out of the dragon's body. It was a bit soft to the touch and looked like a large lychee.

They used some bone to make two bone knives, and also made an axe using bone sticks, vines, and stones.

Andra tidied up the campsite and used vines to weave together several large leaves to cover the roof.

“Alright, I’ll keep watch tonight.” She glanced at the dark circles under Eleanor’s eyes and sat down against the tree trunk with an air of authority.

“You’re the most dangerous one here.” Eleanor rolled her eyes, yawned, and tried to tie her up with vines.

Andra raised his hand to block, both of them looking very serious.

A few seconds later, Eleanor dropped the rope and sat down facing her.

"How about this?" the princess suggested, lowering her eyes slightly. "We'll take turns keeping watch, and you can keep watch for the first half of the night."

This was said to Andra...if she still existed.

The flames outlined her tired face. Andra raised his hand to embrace her, but after a moment he wrapped his arms around her.

Okay, go to sleep now.

"Um......"

The princess's voice grew increasingly faint. Her forehead tilted forward slightly, then she leaned back against the tree trunk.

Why.

Andra shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes to listen to the faintest sounds in the dead of night.

With her keen senses, she could detect any wild animal that got close.

Whew... All around was quiet except for the slight breeze, the chirping of insects, and the steady breathing of the two people.

"......"

Andra's consciousness gradually faded; it wouldn't hurt to take a nap... anyway, she would wake up immediately no matter what happened...

Rustle, rustle.

Many blades of grass brushed past my legs, then my gaze shifted downwards, hiding in the grass... uh?

Andra jolted and quickly opened her eyes.

The flames were still burning, and Eleanor across from her was fast asleep, leaning against a tree trunk, her heartbeat very slow.

What? I accidentally fell asleep and was woken up by a nightmare?

Although that dream wasn't exactly a nightmare... in the dream, I seemed to be playing hide-and-seek with Eleanor.

Thinking of the hopeful feeling in her dream, Andra smiled.

Just as she was about to cross her arms again, her fingers suddenly paused: ...When did she grip the longsword so tightly?

Eleanor didn't get woken up until the middle of the night, and slept soundly for a long time.

"Yawn~"

The princess stretched and yawned in the morning sun, then glanced at Andra, who had turned away to catch up on sleep. She felt a little more relaxed: it seemed Andra had returned to normal.

His previous behavior cannot be explained by science at all; he probably learned something from the brink of death.

She picked up the sword casually: There are quite a few bird eggs on the shore, let's collect some to make breakfast.

......

Time passed day by day, and more than twenty marks were carved on the tree trunk, but the boat was still nowhere to be found.

The small campsite collapsed under the wind and rain, but the two men cut down a considerable number of tall trees. Some were used to build a spacious wooden hut, while the rest were left on the shore to dry, in preparation for building a small boat.

"How do you know everything?" Andra picked up the makeshift plane Eleanor had just made and scraped the wooden board with all her might. What came out were more like wood chips than wood shavings, but fortunately, she had enough strength to make it a little smoother.

“I’m interested in a lot of things,” Eleanor said casually as she prepared the resin.

Most of these skills were learned in a previous life.

In her previous life, Myrcella and Eliza had three children. The youngest was sent to Norlana from a young age, and the shipyards and ports of Baley never put any precautions against her.

The two continued working, and the sea breeze carried a slightly salty and fishy smell, which their noses had already gotten used to.

Eleanor loosened her joints, her gaze just glancing at Andra... the bulging muscles near his shoulder blade.

The young man's originally light honey-colored skin was transitioning to a darker honey color, and the fine veins rolled under his skin with the movement of his shoulders, making people's hearts itch.

I really want to press it.

Eleanor was momentarily lost in thought, then smiled sheepishly: "Life on a desert island is pretty leisurely, isn't it? You even have time to think about these things."

However... Andra was indeed very "reserved" throughout his life.

Eleanor picked up a small stick and stirred the glue, reminiscing about their relationship over the years.

Hey, it really is.

From the moment he drank the secret medicine in this life, Andra's reaction was much colder compared to his previous life.

Rustling.

Andra felt a tickle on his back and couldn't help but turn around to look.

Eleanor... she looked at it for dozens of seconds without wanting to look away.

Sweat clung to the girl's dark hair on her shoulders.

As the weather gradually warmed up, the two of them would leave their coats to dry while working, and only wear a silk cloth over their bodies to shield themselves from the sun.

She didn't like Eleanor's tall stature and felt something was off all the time.

But one can still be captivated by the elegant lines and beautiful profile depicted at this moment.

Glug.

The moment he swallowed his saliva, he saw Eleanor straighten her back.

Andra asked first, "When do you think the ship will arrive?"

"It should be soon."

Eleanor answered casually. From a luck perspective, how could she and Andra possibly be trapped in the same place for so long?

Even disregarding their own situation, most of the people in the fleet are talented individuals in the blue and purple categories. With so many capable people, what difficulty would it be to find two people with great fortune?

Wait... Just as Eleanor was trying to reassure Andra, she suddenly thought of a "terrible" possibility.

[Eleanor and Andra were stranded on a deserted island, where they spent their lives.] Could this also be a happy ending?

Eleanor plopped down on the floor, propping her head up with her hand as she fell into deep thought.

If she truly harbors such thoughts deep down, perhaps this "world for two" is aided by divine intervention.

If she truly accepts this answer from the bottom of her heart, she might really spend her life with Andra on a deserted island in this lifetime.

It sounded heartwarming, but she couldn't help but shiver.

"Soon..." Andra received this answer, but his expression did not relax.

As Eleanor fell into deep thought, she thought of the things she wanted to discuss with Eleanor when the treasure ship left port.

The young man put down the plane he was holding and sat down next to the princess, back to back.

What are your plans for the future?

"Uh, on the island..."

"Of course not!"

Andra said, half-laughing and half-crying, "You said you would only marry one queen and have only one child, so who will be the queen?"

Even just thinking about this question would bring a hint of red to the young man's smiling eyes.

Murderous intent.

She was unaware of this subtle thought within herself.

The selection of the queen...

The sea breeze, like my thoughts, makes me feel distant.

Eleanor thought of something she had thought long ago: she had wanted to get away from Andra and marry anyone—anyone who could get away from Andra.

It could be Manju, Thorns, or even Attila and Alisa, but all these choices have vanished in the flow of time.

Andra held his breath, waiting for the answer.

The princess's voice sounded like a helpless sigh: "Who do you think it could be?"

It will be—

One answer jumped to my lips, pushing all the other answers aside.

"Don't leave me, Eleanor."

A crimson light welled up in his eyes, only to vanish in an instant.

Because a pair of hands came around from behind, embracing her from the front as she was facing away.

"This isn't... her."

How could it not be? This is Eleanor.

The girl's hand brushed past her ear and cupped her face.

The high and mighty princess looked down at her and asked in a questioning tone, "Will you become my wife, Andra?"

Before the young man could answer, she tightened her grip. Their noses met, their eyes almost touching.

"Think carefully—even if I have to cut your sword in two!"

What does this mean?!

An unnamed flame suddenly erupted.

"Become my wife, Your Highness."

The correct and incorrect images overlap in my mind—but they can't quite match!

A tender affection mingled with a surging...incongruous dissatisfaction and sorrow, and the young man clenched his fists.

Even though their hands were empty, a sharp, sword-like aura still completely dispelled the ambiguous atmosphere... or so it seemed.

Andra's pupils contracted sharply. Before Andra could react, the princess, who was confronting her, lowered her body and bit her lip, planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

After their lips parted, the princess's sincere eyes were like amber.

"I do not want my beloved to suffer or be exhausted; I will take care of it for you for the rest of my life."

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Author's Note: [Flattery] Eleanor, the powerful one, is on the move!

Tomorrow's chapter is expected to be updated at 3 PM or 6 PM tomorrow. I've been a bit out of sorts lately, so I'll try my best to write it well before posting!