The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 33

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Chapter 33
“The Cheswind Family heir? Why do they treat Logan like he’s untouchable? He’s human too. He has feelings, he makes mistakes. So just watch — I’ll beat him for sure.”
Marcus had watched it happen. Logan had overheard Eve saying those words to their classmates purely by chance.
Yet Logan was smiling when he heard them.
As if to say: you’re the first woman to speak to me like that, and it’s refreshing.
‘He really does seem to be a pervert.’
While Marcus entertained that thought, Logan turned the corner of the corridor with Pipi and vanished from sight.
“Aren’t you going to follow him?”
At Charlotte’s question, Marcus shook his head.
“Of course I am. Let’s go.”
* * *
The chick Pipi, remarkably, flew ahead without hesitation as if she knew exactly where Eve was.
Logan’s heart grew unsettled as he watched that plump little silhouette with the lantern in hand.
He had lived nine lives. Yet Pipi and Chipi were creatures he had never once encountered in those nine lives.
He thought only Seolgwe existed, but what exactly were these beings?
And it was the same with Winterstone.
“Logan. Stop this. It’s all right. You should forget about me and live your own life.”
Eve’s words from that ninth and final life kept circling in his mind.
Forget her and live his life?
Logan clenched his teeth hard.
He could never do that. If there was one thing he could not let go of — not even if it meant surrendering his own life — it was Eve.
A past only he remembered.
Memories only he carried.
It was the lonely path Logan had chosen for himself. He would bear everything alone, repeat the same life over and over if it meant saving her.
And she wanted him to let her go?
Chirp — chirp —
At that moment, Pipi let out a cry and flapped her wings as if she’d discovered something.
Logan rushed down the stairs.
And at the bottom, he found an open door and Eve standing before it.
A faint flush had risen to her pale cheeks.
Even before the roaring flames, Eve seemed preoccupied with something else.
“Eve!”
Logan grabbed her shoulders and asked urgently.
“What were you doing here?”
And Eve gave an unexpected answer.
“Oh. I was talking with some soldiers. I was listening to them talk about the Glacier Research Institute.”
“What?”
“They all knew about Julian.”
“Wait. Eve. Who were you talking to?”
“The soldiers trapped here…….”
“There’s no one here but you.”
“What?”
“The soldiers are all dead.”
At Logan’s words, Eve turned around in alarm.
Just as he said — the Quarantine Zone contained only frozen soldiers.
The color drained from Eve’s face. Logan gazed calmly down the corridor.
Flames roared, and the bodies of wolves lay dead with bullet wounds.
Logan’s brow furrowed.
She must have done this.
It had been the same in the previous life. Eve was weak in body alone — her combat prowess was always exceptional. She was skilled at Hunting and Horsemanship.
Yet she was always killed regardless.
Because she trusted people too easily.
But it was not as if he wished to see Eve lose faith in humanity the way he had.
After all, it was Eve’s warmth and compassion that he loved.
The answer was not to control her, but to become stronger himself.
Yet despite that resolve, Eve now possessed Winterstone’s power as well — to the point where Logan’s concern and vigilance were no longer necessary.
“Eve!”
“You’re awake, Junior!”
Then Charlotte and Marcus came bounding down the stairs from above. And so they reunited.
Click —
If only there hadn’t been a gun barrel trained on them, they might have savored quite a pleasant reunion indeed.
A soldier stood beyond the flaming corridor, weapon leveled at them.
“Drop everything you’re carrying.”
So he was the one who’d opened the door to let them into the facility.
Logan grasped it immediately.
With an irritated sigh, he drew his Greatsword.
* * *
The soldier’s name was Anulse Dawson.
And he was subdued by Logan far too easily.
We escorted the restrained Anulse into the Operation Conference Room.
It seemed like a good place to talk, which was reason enough.
Anulse was hauled in by Logan’s grip and forced into a chair.
His gun already taken, there was nothing left for him to do.
Above all, whatever he’d been eating, his frame was wasted to bone and sinew.
‘I sense Winterstone emanating from this man.’
Then I recalled the Bluestone—presumably what had been used to confine the dead soldiers in the Quarantine Zone.
So it had been here all along.
Anulse continued to mutter.
“You’ll die if you go outside. How did you get here? How could you possibly—”
“Wasn’t it you who opened the door to let us in?”
At my question, Anulse hesitated.
“I didn’t know there were people outside. I was just trying to get out myself when I opened the door—”
Come to think of it, how could anyone down here in the depths have seen people outside and opened the door for them?
I stared at Anulse with a bewildered expression.
After meeting Logan and just as quickly watching Charlotte and Marcus appear, this soldier’s arrival had driven it from my mind—but I still remember those soldiers from the Quarantine Zone.
Were all the conversations I had with those soldiers in the Quarantine Zone nothing but my own dream? Some kind of hallucination?
Was I going mad?
Above all, those soldiers had said there was a traitor. If so, what were the odds this soldier standing before me was that traitor?
“…Did you kill those soldiers from the Quarantine Zone?”
“I didn’t kill anyone!”
As Anulse convulsed and tried to stand, Logan seized him by the hair and slammed his head onto the table.
Silence fell for a moment.
Logan turned to face me with perfect composure written across his features.
“Keep going.”
Keep going? What do I continue with?
I took a moment to gather my thoughts, then spoke.
“I met your comrades.”
“How could that possibly—”
Anulse asked with his face still pressed to the table by Logan, who then lifted his face up again.
“They must have died so bitterly that they didn’t even realize they were dead—wandering about like that.”
At my words, Anulse’s pupils shook violently. He still seemed unable to fully believe what I was saying.
I recalled the names inscribed on the soldiers’ chests.
“Tobias, Wilter, Dylan, Oliver, and Robert. They told me there was a traitor. That this traitor lured them into the Quarantine Zone and locked them away.”
Only then did Anulse’s face drain of all color.
I hadn’t had a long relationship with them, nor were they my acquaintances.
But the bright, grateful eyes that had watched me open the Quarantine Zone door would linger in my memory for a long time.
There was no need to press Anulse about why he’d done such a thing.
The comrades already dead could not be saved, and this man before me seemed unlikely to live much longer either.
“Do you know anything about Julian Wesley Everhart?”
At my question, Anulse’s eyes widened as if he’d heard an unexpected name. His expression made clear he never expected that name to surface here.
“Julian Wesley Everhart? You mean the director of the Glacier Research Institute?”
“Yes. That’s right. I’m his younger sister.”
“?!”
Clang.
Anulse tried to jump up from his chair in shock, but Logan’s firm hand on his shoulder kept him pinned.
Anulse rolled his eyes backward and spoke.
“Then this person is…”
“Major-General of the Cheswind Family.”
“The Black Lion!”
The Black Lion was Logan’s codename from his military days.
It was a nickname born from Logan’s formidable martial prowess, combat ability, and overwhelming command presence at that time.
I turned to Anulse, whose expression had shifted to shock.
“So then. Your answer to my question?”
Only then did he turn to face me.
“Ah. You were asking about Julian, the research director…….”
Anulse’s face took on the appearance of someone reaching into memory, and after a moment he began speaking haltingly.

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