The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 22

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Episode 22
“I pity you.”
There was no contempt in those words, no hatred.
“So let’s end this.”
That was when it happened. Suddenly a fierce blizzard swept in, devouring their vision.
As the bone-deep cold struck his entire body, Marcus felt something like relief.
“It seems we’ve both reached the end.”
Marcus thought that dying here with Charles wouldn’t be so bad.
“So this is my grave.”
Wasn’t he the reason they’d become entangled with those rogues, troubling Logan and Eve endlessly?
“Please add my grave to yours as well, senior.”
That was when Charlotte appeared, wiping blood from her blade, and spoke up.
“I want to pay for my sins too.”
“Why would you?”
“Like I said before, I kept myself alive by fawning over these wretches because I didn’t want to die. But now I think it would have been better to die.”
“……It’s humiliating, I suppose.”
“Senior, don’t people usually tell someone it’s not that bad in moments like this?”
“I’m not an ordinary person.”
While the two of them bickered, Nathan appeared.
“Excuse me. Everyone. I don’t want to die. I’ve only just met the duke, and I can’t die like this!”
But with visibility reduced to nothing and his legs already freezing, movement was nearly impossible.
Then, from somewhere, warm firelight blossomed.
And they instinctively knew it was Eve.
Eve had come.
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The sudden blizzard had cut off all sight.
Marcus, Charlotte, and Nathan beyond the wall were no longer visible.
The blizzard wasn’t fierce enough to endanger the village itself.
The problem was that the sun was setting, and the people outside seemed to be in danger.
I quickly tidied up and headed downstairs, opening the back door of the village.
Whoooosh—
The fierce blizzard struck at my vision.
‘I can’t see anything.’
Neither Marcus nor Charlotte, nor Nathan—none of them were visible.
Crack—
Red flames leaked between my fingers.
But they quickly died down.
In the blizzard, no matter how large a fire I conjured, the wind would scatter the flames, and the oxygen supply remained unstable.
A torch would extinguish easily.
‘Hmm.’
I considered for a moment.
If I dispersed massive thermal energy to shift the air currents, I might be able to split the blizzard open and clear my view for just a brief moment.
This time, I decided to channel my Redstone power calmly.
Crack—
Red flames leaked between my fingers.
I didn’t feed the flames. I knew that in the blizzard, no matter how large I made the fire, the wind would only tear it to shreds.
Instead, I pressed the heat gathered at my fingertips downward. Don’t ask how. Redstone itself is a force like magic that uses thermal energy and fire.
Hot air spread across the snow.
At first, nothing seemed to happen.
But soon the snow beneath my feet began to collapse and sink. The frozen snowflakes drank in the heat and melted, and pale steam rose above.
Whoooosh—
In the next moment, superheated air shot upward.
In the midst of the cold blizzard, the hot air didn’t lose its way. Instead, it surged roughly upward, pushing back the snowflakes around me.
Like an invisible pillar rising through the heart of a pristine white curtain.
The blizzard split open.
Not completely. It couldn’t possibly.
But the snow swirling before me was drawn upward, and for the briefest moment, my vision cleared.
Then I saw one blurred shadow, and beside it two wavering forms.
“Marcus! Charlotte! Nathan!”
I pulled more heat upward.
This time I stretched my palm forward, pushing a wave of hot air in that direction.
Whoooooosh—
Where the heat passed, the snow swirled and curled upward.
A path opened.
It was a narrow passage where I could see only a few steps ahead, but for now that was enough.
“Eve!”
“Your Grace!”
At last I found Marcus, Charlotte, and Nathan. The others were nowhere to be seen—buried in the snow, it seemed.
Charlotte and Nathan welcomed me, but Marcus’s face remained dark.
He spoke in a subdued voice.
“I don’t want to be a burden. I’ll stay here.”
“That’s exactly the burden you’re being right now. Stop talking and follow me.”
“Yes.”
Marcus obediently fell in behind me. Charlotte and Nathan followed, their expressions bewildered.
Soon we reached the rear gate of the Town. After ushering them all inside to safety, I turned back.
Marcus seized my arm in alarm.
“It’s dangerous.”
“Logan hasn’t arrived yet.”
“If you go out now, you’ll both be in danger.”
But his words couldn’t shake my resolve.
I looked at Marcus.
“Logan would never make me wait for him like this.”
……
“This time, it’s my turn.”
So Logan wouldn’t have to wait for me too long. I had to go find him.
In this life, I’d decided to do it this way.
Not Marcus, not Charlotte, not Nathan could stop me. I turned my back on them and stepped once more into the Blizzard.
Crash—crash—crash—
From beyond the forest came the sound of something collapsing.
And I knew instinctively that it was Logan.
Then a dark silhouette emerged through the white expanse of snow.
A massive frame, black hair stark against the pristine white.
And crimson eyes.
Logan Arthur Cheswind.
Logan shook the blood from his sword once, then lifted his head with a slight frown—and our eyes met.
He stopped in his tracks, watching me with a thoughtful expression.
After a long moment, he carefully opened his mouth.
“Are you hurt?”
He looked as though he’d merely taken a walk.
And only when I found Logan did the burning heat inside me fade completely away.
The speed of it was remarkable.
Calmed by the sight of his face, I smiled and answered.
“No.”
Though at that very moment, blood dripped from my nose.
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Tweet—
The baby bird, Pipi, fluttered about above my bed. With each beat of Pipi’s wings, my body seemed to recover visibly.
‘Isn’t Pipi’s Healing Power broken?’
While I was thinking that, Jack—who had been checking my pulse and condition—let out a sigh.
“Your breathing and pulse are both stable. The fever seems to have broken.”
“Thank you, Harper. You worked hard.”
“Not at all. Everyone else did all the hard work.”
Jack Harper smiled sheepishly and got to his feet.
“Get plenty of rest today.”
“Can I go outside?”
At my question, Jack Harper shook his head as if to say he couldn’t stop me.
“You may. Just don’t overexert yourself.”
Yes!
I jumped up from bed and rushed outside. I needed to spend some time in the Greenhouse with a warm cup of tea to heal myself.
“Eve.”
And at that moment, Logan, who had been waiting for me in the living room, rose from the sofa.
“Come here.”
I’d been eager to head outside, but I obediently made my way to where Logan sat.
As I stood before him on the sofa, he examined me with a calm, measured gaze.
“You alright?”
“Yes.”
Logan lifted both my hands to inspect them, then moved his touch to my forearms, then my shoulders, and finally to my collarbone and the bare expanse of my neck.
When his fingers at last brushed my chin, he lifted his eyes to meet mine.
Our gazes locked.
He raised his hand a little higher. Without thinking, I bent slightly toward him—then froze in sudden alarm and stepped back.
What am I doing?
Did I just lean in to make it easier for him to touch me, Eve Lania Cheswind?
At Logan’s low laugh, I turned my head away. He rose from his seat.
“Seems you’re fine.”
“Huh?”
“You’re being cute.”
He said it so casually, then simply moved past me.
I stood frozen for a moment, unsure what had just happened, then let out a silent scream.
Mortifying.

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