When I said that, Enoch was surprised, and everyone rushed to me.
"Margaret, don't do that."
Holding my hand with a worried face, he then stared fiercely at Arthdal.
"Enoch."
I patted his shoulder. Enoch turned to me with a stubborn look. However, his worries for me are still there.
I smiled at him and pulled a flare gun out of my pocket.
"Don't worry too much. I have this."
Enoch's face was full of disapproval, but he no longer stopped me.
"Who said I would go with you, Young Lady?"
Arthdal shrugged and asked me.
"It's a promise you made yourself."
The royal family is usually sensitive to promise. Because I don't think there is anything more disgraceful than breaking a promise. That's why I don't make promises recklessly in the first place.
Again, Arthdal looked at me with a displeased face.
"If you don't like it, I'll go with the Saintess."
"I will go."
Only then did Arthdal accept my offer. It seems that he doesn't like Yuanna, whom he protects and cherishes, doing chores.
'Come to think of it. It's so unfair. I'm not a chores person either. Margaret is also a noble!'
Are Arthdal and Diego doting Yuanna out of simple guilt?
Clearly, it didn't seem to be a light feeling enough to fall in love with her at first sight.
Suddenly, I want to find out what happened between Yuanna, Arthdal, and Diego.
'I'll find out soon.'
I refused Enoch's request that he would go with me. Then, I picked up a basket and harpoons to hunt fish.
And I diligently packed the weapons in the crossbody bag. A gun flare, flare bullets, and even grenades.
Of course, our noble crown prince didn't bring anything, but he did carry a basket instead. It seemed his manners as a noble remained.
So I headed to the valley with Arthdal.
We didn't say anything to each other all the way but I didn't care because we didn't even talk to each other in a friendly manner.
To remember, when it comes to swordsmanship in the Langridge Empire, Enoch ranked first, followed by Diego. And Arthdal was the hidden talent who was able to compete in swordsmanship with Enoch and Diego.
Even though his survival ability is zero, he has talents in hard work and swordsmanship, so he might be good at throwing harpoons.
However, this is why one should not have high expectations. Arthdal couldn't even handle the harpoon properly. I couldn't see him standing awkwardly at the front of the valley and throwing the harpoon in an ambiguous stance, so I eventually asked him, "Do you know how to throw a harpoon?"
Embarrassment flashed across Arthdal's face at my question, but he quickly replied, "Isn't it the same with you? Still, I'll be better than you. You'll only get in the way, so stay away from me."
Arthdal pushed me away with such absurd remarks. I was pushed back and stared blankly at his back.
'Okay, let's see how well you do.'
How nice it is to be able to rest right now.
I sat on a rock nearby and hummed while watching Arthdal who kept missing in throwing the harpoon.
Arthdal, who threw the harpoon into the water for a long time, tripped and fell.
"Shit!"
The noble Arthdal cursed and hit the surface of the water with his fist. He looks pathetic.
"Are you okay?"
I ran to him in surprise. He blushed in embarrassment and bit his lip tightly.
My facial muscles are twitching from trying not to laugh as much as possible. I then reached out to him.
"Get up."
Arthdal looked at my hand with a bewildered gaze, then refused my help and got up on his own.
I sighed as I looked at his empty basket.
"It looks like you didn't catch even one."
He kept his mouth shut with a red face. Reluctantly, I approached him and took the harpoon. He looks at me with a surprised face.
"What are you going to do?"
I took off my sneakers and dipped my feet in the valley water. Then I took a stance and looked to see if there were any fish reflected in the water.
"I feel like I'm going to spend the night like this. I can't starve."
"What do you mean......"
I positioned the harpoon. And when I saw a fish shimmering in the water, I threw the harpoon right away.
After coming to the island, I only caught fish with harpoons the whole time. Now that I have practiced a lot, I can easily hunt with harpoons. When I threw the harpoon into the valley water, a fish the size of my arm caught on the tip of the harpoon and flapped.
"If we catch a few more, it will be enough for everyone to eat."
I skillfully drew the fish's blood with a wooden knife and put it in the basket. Then I made eye contact with Arthdal, who was looking at me blankly.
"Why?"
As if shocked, he came to his senses and stepped back. Arthdal took turns looking at the fish in the basket and me in disbelief.
He held his chin, stared at me, and glanced down at the fish in the basket again.
"Hmm, has Young Lady ever hunted fish with a harpoon before?"
"......do I have to answer?"
When I asked back, Arthdal shut his mouth in embarrassment. It seems that he himself knew that he was speaking nonsense.
"I was wondering why you wanted to hunt with me. There must be a reason. You must know that I distrust you, right?"
He looked me up and down with his arms crossed as if he really didn't understand.
"I don't know why Enoch always defends you at every opportunity, but don't be flattered by it."
He said in a very relaxed tone and smiled naturally as if he had the upper hand in relation to Enoch.
I frowned and looked at him.
"I've never been proud of leaning on Enoch in the first place."
"You don't know about the relationship between Enoch and me, Young Lady."
"Well, sometimes what you see on the outside is everything."
"Is the reason you brought me here to prove that you have changed? If that's the case, it's useless. Because even a small change won't change my judgment of you."
I caught another fish with a harpoon and pulled it up, laughing.
"What's the point of proving to you that I've changed? It's not like I want to mend my relationship with you."
Arthdal's eyebrows twitched. He stroked his chin and looked at me as if it was fun.
I also cleaned the freshly caught fish and put it in the basket.
"Keep this in mind. I had no intention of mending my relationship with you in the first place."
"Then what is the reason? The real reason you brought me here."
"I gave you a chance."
I shrugged as I washed my fishy hands in valley water.
Arthdal looked at me and nodded. It means to keep talking.
"It's a perfect opportunity to kill me."
"Are you serious?"
He asked me in shock. Of course, I didn't mean it. But,
"Do you really think that I came out hunting with you to show off to you? To get tested by you?"
Arthdal did not deny it. And he asked back, nodding his head without hiding his innermost thoughts.
"Isn't it?"
"Well, on the contrary, don't you think you were brought here to be tested? I want to try some of your survival skills. I don't need a useless person in an extreme situation where his own life is at stake."
I deliberately chose sharp words and said them in a cold tone.
As if stung by my words, Arthdal made a bewildered face. But that's for a while.
"You're so arrogant, how dare you," he muttered with an angry face.
He looked quite angry, but I didn't waver.
This was because I had been trained from dealing with Enoch, Kayden, and Ruzef.
Frankly, it was Enoch who despised me the most and showed a suffocating sense of intimidation.
"If this was the Hestia Kingdom, you wouldn't have to play around in this shallow water," I said sarcastically at Arthdal.
I continued, "But Your Highness, this is not a kingdom. Now admit it."