The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 15

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Episode 15
Even as I gave him a thumbs up, Logan grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.
Logan and Marcus entered first, and I followed close behind them.
Chirp.
The baby bird in my pocket whimpered weakly, jostled by the constant motion of my body.
Sorry, little one.
I patted my pocket once with my hand and surveyed the interior of the attic.
Logan, who had entered ahead of us, pressed his index finger to his lips and fixed his gaze straight ahead.
The attic was a two-level structure. Which meant there was a railing, and beyond it you could see straight into the interior of the first-floor shop below.
Logan adjusted his grip on the greatsword, rolling his wrist. I was about to count off—one, two, three—and tell him it was time to go, but
“It’s been a while since I’ve stretched my legs.”
With only those words, he suddenly kicked over the railing and leaped down.
I froze, my hand outstretched helplessly.
…Um, hey?
“Ahhhhh! Who are you!”
“What? Didn’t you call for a brawl?”
“Ahhhhh!”
The screams of men and Logan’s voice echoed up from below.
That crazy bastard.
Logan did have the nickname “Gae-cha-ban,” though I’d never quite felt it suited him until now. But his temperament was certainly foul.
He was the type of man who had no manners and caught grief from everyone, top to bottom.
“Logan? Ah, that rude bastard? What—it’s true he has no manners. This conversation stays between us, though. Still, he’s from Cheswind.”
“First in our class? So what if he’s talented at everything? His personality is terrible.”
That was the prevailing opinion back at the Academy.
Since he was technically my rival but we rarely clashed directly, I’d been spared the worst of it.
I’d heard he was constantly antagonizing Marcus—they fought so fiercely that the students would shake their heads in disbelief.
‘Now that I think about it, maybe he was worse to Marcus because Marcus was more interested in me.’
In any case, Marcus and I remained on the upper level with our rifles trained downward, but we had nothing to shoot.
Bang—bang.
His power was truly overwhelming; he deflected every bullet that came his way with the greatsword.
Not long after the chaos of screams had filled the space, silence fell.
Marcus and I finally lowered our rifles and descended the stairs.
Below, most of the men lay bleeding and unconscious.
Logan stood among them.
Blood still dripped from the blade’s tip, and the blood of others had splattered across his cheek in a long streak.
His breathing was not the slightest bit ragged for someone who had just finished such a brutal fight.
When Logan met my gaze, he shook the blood from his greatsword and sheathed it.
Then he wordlessly spun me around half a turn.
“Just stay like that while I pass.”
“Huh?”
“Do as I said.”
With those words, Logan moved again.
Of course, I didn’t listen to him—I turned my head to watch what he was doing.
A man in a wretched state was being held by Logan’s hand, forced down onto his knees.
I realized that man was Harry Baker. I could sense the presence of a Goldstone emanating from him.
Now I’d turned completely toward Logan.
“Logan, I think that’s the person. I can smell it.”
“I thought as much. His face is the most vile.”
Logan struck Harry Baker on the back of the head, then seized him by the collar and hauled him up again.
“Don’t move. Starting now, this Gae-cha-ban you mentioned is going to be a bit rude to you.”
Logan methodically searched through Harry’s body and retrieved five Goldstones.
Even as Harry’s Goldstones were stripped from him without resistance, his gaze never left Marcus—a savage look that seemed ready to devour him whole.
I’d anticipated this much from what I knew of Harry’s resentment through the novel, but I hadn’t expected it to be this intense.
Because the media had gone on so much about Marcus’s money being dirty, Harry had convinced himself that Marcus was a villain and that he’d been unjustly exploited—that was what he believed.
Unfortunately, that belief couldn’t justify the terrorism he’d unleashed on the Rutland Railway Station.
Too many innocent people had died in that attack.
“You son of a bitch! Let go!”
Harry then thrashed about as though he might charge at Marcus any second.
Of course, Logan didn’t allow it.
Harry cried out and crumpled to the floor as Logan’s boot heel raked across his ribs.
I couldn’t tell how hard the blow had landed. It seemed like a light tap, yet Harry was coughing blood.
Logan eventually picked up a scrap of cloth from the floor, pressed it into Harry’s mouth, and looked at me.
“What do we do with this?”
He pointed at the Goldstone he’d pulled from Harry’s shirt pocket.
“You keep it for now, Logan. I can absorb the rest of the Goldstones myself.”
“The rest?”
It was Marcus who questioned my words.
But instead of answering, I looked around the room, sensing out the presence of Goldstone.
The Weapon Shop was a complete wreck.
I walked past the fallen bodies bleeding across the floor, gathering weapons as I went.
Two guns and a Shield in total.
I set what I’d collected on the table and placed my hands over them.
A soft glow seeped from my palms, then erupted into a golden radiance.
The light poured into my hands without remainder, and I felt it—the power of the Goldstones that had been embedded in the two guns and Shield, now being reabsorbed into my body.
Harry Baker, still lying prostrate on the floor, stared at me with eyes wide as saucers, unable to believe what he’d witnessed.
“If you’ve seen that, we can’t let you live.”
At Logan’s chilling words, the color drained from Harry’s face. He thrashed about in terror.
And then—
“Watch out, Ive!”
With Marcus’s shout, something flew toward me and stopped abruptly in front of my eyes.
A sharp Dagger.
When I came to my senses, Logan was gripping the blade with his bare hand.
I caught my breath as I saw the knife edge stop inches from my right eye.
Hah—
By the time I exhaled the breath I’d been holding, Harry Baker had already lost his life to Logan’s Greatsword.
Blood pooled across the floor.
I clutched my thundering heart and grabbed Logan’s hand.
The Dagger, still lodged in his grip, had carved deep wounds into his skin.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
Logan nodded with an expressionless face.
The way he answered so casually, as if this kind of thing was second nature, made my chest tighten a little.
Chirp—
Then I heard the cry of a baby bird from my pocket—the chick with healing power.
‘Could it have reacted to the smell of blood?’
I quickly pulled the chick from my pocket.
The baby bird, wrapped in a handkerchief, looked bewildered as our eyes met.
“You know how to heal wounds, right?”
At my question, the chick only tilted its head.
I showed it Logan’s wounded hand. The creature startled and flapped its wings frantically.
Startled so badly it shot into the air and pecked my head with its beak.
Peck! Peck!
What was this little thing doing?
“Heal him! Please, heal him!”
At my desperate cry, the fluttering chick finally examined Logan’s hand again.
Chirp?
The creature settled into Logan’s palm and began fluttering its wings in small, delicate motions.
And remarkably, with each flutter, the bleeding from Logan’s wound began to slow and stop.
The baby bird truly did possess Healing power.
‘What was its name again?’
I remembered Chirpy easily enough, but the chick’s name wouldn’t come to me.
‘It didn’t have a name at first—the protagonist must have given it one.’
As I stood thinking, I decided to give it a name myself.
“Pipi.”
The chick turned its head. Then it fluttered its wings and circled around me, seeming almost excited.
“From now on, your name is Pipi.”
The chirping sounds were so cute that I’d settled on Pipi, and the baby bird seemed pleased with it.
“I’ve never dealt with anything like this before.”
It was then that Logan spoke.
He looked quietly at his healed hand, then glanced back and forth between me and Pipi.
“Something really does feel different this time.”
In the meantime, Marcus asked me a question.
“Were you a zookeeper?”
It was a surprisingly unbiased question.

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