The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 103

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Chapter 103
Eve’s face drew suddenly close.
Her eyes widened in surprise, round as coins.
It was impossibly endearing—like a startled rabbit frozen mid-leap.
He pressed his lips to her forehead without hesitation, then to her cheek, then to the bridge of her nose, and then—
His gaze settled on her soft red mouth.
Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to steal a kiss right then and there—
“Logan.”
Just as he’d expected, Eve’s hands found his shoulders.
She permitted everything else, but drew the line at his lips.
And instinctively, he understood.
Those lips would only open when his memory returned.
He clenched his teeth.
Drawing back, he exhaled a long breath.
Seeing her studying his expression, he smiled and answered her.
“I’ll remember everything you said. So I can act on it the moment my memory comes back.”
At his words, Eve’s face flushed scarlet all over again.
The sight was so impossibly cute that he couldn’t resist pressing his lips to her cheek once more.
“It’s your fault for being so adorable.”
Then, mussing her hair while she stood bewildered, he changed the subject.
“Now we need to talk about that Compass.”
At his words, Eve finally collected herself and nodded.
Her cheeks still flushed, she gazed seriously down at the Compass lying on the floor.
“It looks like it’s made from a fragment of the Frost Heart. Or maybe from a Subordinate Mana Stone.”
“Don’t touch it. Too dangerous.”
“But what if it really is a Frost Heart fragment? If I absorbed it, it might help restore your memory.”
“Why are you jumping to that conclusion? What’s your reasoning?”
Logan posed the question, and Eve, lost in thought for a moment, slowly offered her hypothesis.
“Logan, it was a Subordinate Mana Stone bonded to the Frost Heart that took your memory in the first place.”
“Right.”
“So couldn’t a fragment of the Frost Heart itself—a higher power—solve the problem?”
“The logic holds, but it’s still speculative.”
Eve closed her mouth, considering.
Watching her, Logan shared his own thoughts.
“We need to start by asking why a Subordinate Mana Stone targets its host’s most precious memories first.”
The true purpose of the Frost Heart remained unknown. But there were things he could infer.
“A Subordinate Mana Stone is ultimately just a lower classification of the Frost Heart. The Frost Heart is the source.”
“I know that.”
“My hypothesis is this: the Frost Heart selects a ‘host’ it wants to control, plants a Subordinate Mana Stone, and manipulates them—just like the Setwae.”
“Aren’t the Setwae White Veil’s experiments?”
“They are. But they’re also living beings moved by Subordinate Mana Stones bonded to the Frost Heart.”
“I see.”
“Eve, I exist for you right now.”
Logan said it flatly. If she’d asked if he minded, the answer would be: neither good nor bad.
Not long ago, she’d told him that she’d turned back time nine times to save his life.
What could that reason have been?
He must have loved her so deeply that he chose to exist for her sake.
His current self couldn’t fathom that degree of self-sacrifice from his past self.
But separate from what the Frost Heart demanded, he was beginning to glimpse why he’d made that choice.
“But you hate not having my memory.”
……
“Restoring my memory… it seems only you can do it. You’re the only one who resonates with the Frost Heart.”
“Then finding this was pointless.”
Eve pointed at the Compass on the floor, her expression hollowed out.
“No. What if it’s not a Subordinate Mana Stone but a real Frost Heart fragment? Why make a Compass out of a Frost Heart fragment in the first place?”
Eve’s eyes widened slightly.
“What does a Compass symbolize, Eve?”
“Finding the way.”
“What if this can lead us to the location of the Frost Heart?”
“Then I’m the only one who can find the Frost Heart, and that’s how I restore your memory.”
“It’s a gamble, I admit. The old me—before I lost my memory—I’d never have asked you to do something this dangerous. That much I know.”
Logan spoke with quiet resolve.
“But I’m not who I was. I want to end this tangle of complications and have you—fully, completely—to myself.”
Eve turned his words over in her mind, hesitating, before finally accepting the Compass from his hands.
The moment it touched her palm, the needle began to spin wildly, losing all direction.
Then, just as suddenly, it stilled.
They both looked where it pointed. The Compass was indicating something deeper within the basement.
“Should we go?”
At her question, Logan took her other hand—the one not holding the Compass.
She glanced at him in confusion, and he answered in a steady voice.
“It’s dark. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
Eve’s laughter rang out—soft and luminous as a harp’s melody.
Hand in hand, the two of them walked slowly into the darkness.
And at some point, all sound ceased.
Logan looked down at his hand.
It was empty.
Eve’s hand—which he’d been gripping so tightly, determined not to let go—had vanished.
He stood frozen in place, staring at his hollow palm.
Had he truly not foreseen this?
He was the one who’d urged her forward, who’d told her to be brave even knowing the danger.
No.
In truth, he’d never imagined it.
All the months she’d spent telling him of the countless things that had passed between them—he’d understood with his head, but perhaps he’d never truly empathized. Not once.
He’d thought it would be fine. So carelessly, so arrogantly, because he’d never felt the despair of losing her before.
Logan laughed—a hollow, mirthless sound—and clenched his empty fist.
He swept back the hair falling across his forehead with a lazy gesture, surveying his surroundings, his lips pressing into a thin line.
Ha.
The hollow laughter kept spilling out.
He laughed. He couldn’t stop. Soon his laughter erupted into something wild, something mad—yet his crimson eyes burned with a fury as savage as the sound was unhinged.
‘Ah. So this is what it feels like.’
For the first time, he truly understood what it meant to lose Eve before his eyes.
Fire sparked in Logan’s pupils. In an instant, every trace of composure drained from his face.
Chapter 13. The Truth.
Where am I?
When I came to my senses, Logan had vanished. I was alone.
Fear crashed over me all at once.
But there was nowhere to run—nowhere that offered any escape from this place.
Logan? Where did Logan go?
I looked around, searching for him.
How long did I wander through the darkness? He was nowhere to be found.
‘Will he be all right?’
I bit my nails anxiously and shifted my feet, but there was nothing else I could do.
The Compass in my hand still pointed deeper into the darkness.
Go forward.
Find it.
Wait for me.
And in that instant, a voice echoed in my mind. The Frost Heart was calling to me.
Because of that whisper, a thought began to form—perhaps the Frost Heart was waiting for me at the end of where the Compass pointed.
I couldn’t find Logan, but I couldn’t remain in this place forever either.
So I kept walking.
I wanted to know what awaited me at the Compass’s endpoint.
I wanted to understand the truth that surrounded me.
After walking and walking, light began to appear at the far end of the passage.
‘Outside?’
I continued toward that light. After a long time of walking, I finally drew closer to it.
One step. Another step.
As the light grew brighter, my eyes burned unbearably. I couldn’t open them at all, so I pushed forward with difficulty, moving cautiously with each step.
Just when I thought the light had swallowed everything around me.
I emerged into daylight.
“……Where am I?”
When I turned back, the entrance to the underground basement I had walked through in darkness was nowhere to be seen.
Only an endless expanse of pure white snow stretched before me.
A biting wind swept across my face.
I turned to face forward again.
Then I caught my breath.
Towering mountain ranges encircled me on all sides, forming a perfect ring.
At their center lay the largest frozen lake in the world, sleeping beneath the snow.
I knew this place.
It was Silvermere Lake.
And unlike before, this was no illusion. It was real. I was truly here, in this place, in my own flesh.
‘Wait—then I can find Julian?’
I ran in panic.
I slipped on the ice and tumbled to the ground, but I picked myself up and ran again, fell again.
Yet I finally reached the center of the lake.
The lake was covered in snow.
So completely buried that you couldn’t tell there was a lake beneath at all. But when I used Redstone Power to melt all the snow away, ice appeared.
And beneath it, a city frozen in eternal sleep.
‘Julian must be somewhere here, along with the Frost Heart.’
I instinctively drew the Compass.
The Compass spun wildly, then pointed in a direction: northeast.
I rushed toward where the Compass indicated. As I reached the northeast, the Compass began spinning again.
As if it had found its place.
I melted the snow at that spot once more. The piled snow began thawing, carved away in a perfect circle.
And at last, the ice floor became visible.
Beneath the frozen lake bed, the peak of a submerged spire jutted upward.
And at the tip of that spire, a figure appeared—frozen mid-descent, locked in ice.
A man with hair the color of ash, dressed in a wedding gown.
‘Julian.’
He matched exactly the image I had seen in the vision the Frost Heart had shown me.
And Julian clutched a massive mineral that resembled a black heart against his body.
The heart was so enormous that he couldn’t hold it entirely in his arms, yet he clung to it without release, both of them locked together in ice.
‘The Frost Heart.’
As I gazed upon it with certainty, the Frost Heart began to glow, as if answering my recognition.

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