The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 39

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Episode 39
Chapter 7. Weather Observation Ship
Screee-screee—
I opened my eyes to the cry of a seagull.
A seagull flying in this cold?
Yet when my eyes adjusted, what greeted me was not what I expected—a grotesque, enormous white bird drifting across the sky.
What on earth is that.
Some bizarre creature soared overhead, strange enough to snap my eyes wide open.
‘Is it a snow monster?’
It really does look like one.
I jerked my upper body upright, then dropped back down.
I was cradled in someone’s arms—Logan, as I’d expected.
“Don’t move. It’s still dangerous.”
Logan’s voice cut through, firm and unyielding.
After moving the tidal wave and opening my eyes in the middle of the Sea, I’d collapsed with a nosebleed.
I’d worried it might all have been a dream, but it clearly wasn’t.
“Where are we…”
“You succeeded.”
I stared at him blankly.
“You moved the entire tidal wave.”
His gaze fell to my hand. We were still holding each other.
“I was with you.”
I attempted to sit up again but gave up, instead turning my head to survey our surroundings.
The ground beneath us was slightly elevated. The glacial tidal wave I’d sent into the Sea hadn’t melted—it floated intact upon the water.
And Logan and I were positioned somewhere near its center.
Though “center” hardly captured it; to be precise, we were quite close to the Sea itself.
We were sitting on the deck of a naval Weather Observation Ship that had been frozen along with the wave, jutting half-submerged from the ice.
When I asked how Logan knew it was a naval observation vessel, he pointed to the words carved into the ship’s hull beside the Rosebrook Navy insignia: .
“Eve, there are moments when I simply cannot fathom you.”
Logan spoke softly.
“I don’t always understand myself either.”
At my response, Logan let out a small laugh—one tinged with helplessness.
“In the past, I would have stopped you.”
Certainly.
“No. I would have prevented it by any means necessary.”
Logan’s eyes drifted down to our joined hands.
“But this time, strangely…”
His gaze returned to me.
“Even though I was afraid, I also felt certain it would be all right.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Logan exhaled quietly.
“I had this baseless conviction that this time, you wouldn’t die.”
…
“Perhaps it was because this choice came from your own will, not because you were being dragged along by fate.”
The fact that Logan had placed his complete trust in me and risked his life filled me with gratitude and remorse in equal measure.
I fell silent for a moment, lost in thought, before speaking.
“Logan, I promise I’ll make you happy.”
“Eve.”
“What?”
“Don’t steal a husband’s lines.”
“Did you not know? First come, first served.”
“Feels like I got cut in line.”
“Then you’d better try harder.”
At my retort, Logan’s eyes widened. Then he burst into laughter.
“You’re supposed to counter with something that sounds at least plausible. Try harder, Eve.”
He hadn’t forgotten what happened back then.
Knowing he remembered and could laugh about it filled me with quiet satisfaction.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my index finger and turned my attention back to assessing our present situation.
The deck we occupied was far preferable to the ice. Thanks to the coat Logan had spread beneath us, we were managing to preserve what little body heat we had.
If I’d lain directly on that ice tsunami, I might have lost consciousness to hypothermia by now.
“How long was I out?”
“About an hour.”
“At least it wasn’t longer.”
“The nosebleed stopped right after I moved you.”
Drip—
Before the words had even finished, blood began trickling from my nose again.
Logan quietly pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it to my nose.
“Of course the Duke carries a handkerchief with such grace at all times.”
At my comment, Logan regarded me steadily, then spoke as though it were obvious.
“It’s essential because I can’t predict when it’ll happen.”
“Oh? I see…”
He meant he always keeps a handkerchief because he never knows when my nosebleeds might start.
Somehow, I felt a bit embarrassed. Heat crept into my cheeks.
I changed the subject without thinking.
“Is this really the middle of the Sea?”
“Seems like it. No land in sight. Nothing but open water.”
I pushed myself up to sit. The nosebleed had stopped. Naturally, there was no pain at all.
“I told you clearly not to regret this, didn’t I?”
“Do I look like I’m regretting it?”
Logan tilted his head slightly, as if genuinely curious.
He doesn’t look like he’s regretting anything.
But isn’t it natural to regret something like this?
“Logan, you’re strange.”
“I take after you.”
At his answer, I shot him a glare. At that, he burst into laughter—genuine, delighted laughter.
Logan exhaled deeply and washed his face with his hands.
“Now I can finally breathe. Being alone with you.”
“We look like we’re about to die alone together.”
He laughs again. We’re about to die, and he laughs.
“This should keep us going for a while.”
Logan pulled a Redstone from his pocket. Since I’d already absorbed a Redstone, I could regulate my heat without needing to carry one myself.
“Logan, you said you came from the future. Don’t you know any way to end this Ice Age?”
“The Ice Age never ended.”
“Really?”
“You died before it could.”
I swallowed hard and closed my mouth.
“And since I kept turning back time, I’ve never seen how it ends.”
…
“A world without you isn’t worth existing in. Why would I need such a world?”
His honesty was almost startling.
“Why are you so blindly devoted to me?”
Logan studied me for a moment, one hand absently stroking his jaw, his eyes thoughtful.
“It’s too early. I’ll tell you later.”
“Why not now? I’m curious.”
“Well. Every time, you forget anyway, so I don’t really feel like explaining.”
Logan crossed his arms and gave a small shake of his head. As though rejecting the idea.
“But forgetting isn’t something I chose to do.”
You’re the only one who returns. How would I remember?
“I know. That’s why sometimes I think about it too, Eve. What if we switched places?”
“What do you mean, switched?”
“You’d remember everything. I’d be the one who lost my memories.”
Expression drained from Logan’s face.
With an eerily blank look, he considered it for a moment, then furrowed his brow in irritation.
“No. I imagined it. I hate it. I’m sorry. Let me take that back.”
He looks absolutely repulsed.
“Why are you playing the piano and the violin solo?”
“I thought it wouldn’t be so bad, but it seems I was wrong. I don’t want to lose a single memory of you.”
“Ah. I really wish I could remember. I want to remember too.”
“That part is a bit difficult.”
“Why?”
Logan laughed briefly, but the sound died almost at once.
“I hate it most when you cry because of me.”
It seemed that at some point in the past, I had done exactly that.
“But I want to know. It’s not fair that you’re the only one who remembers.”
After a quiet sigh, he tapped my forehead lightly with his fingertips.
“That’s exactly why I won’t tell you.”
……
“Because if you knew, you’d definitely try to shoulder my burden too.”
I watched him without speaking. A host of tangled emotions drifted through me.
If I had to paint Logan’s emotions a color, it would be black. A color that swallows everything, that covers everything.
Obsession, guilt, regret, love.
All of it was woven so thickly together that each emotion was indistinguishable from the rest.
Perhaps even Logan couldn’t tell where love ended and guilt began.
But one thing was clear.
For me, Logan’s black was the color that shielded me from all the world’s misfortune.
“Logan, I promise you this much.”
His crimson eyes fixed on me, unwavering and direct.
I gripped his hand tightly as I spoke.
“In this life, I’ll leave you only memories so happy that you’ll never need to carry their weight.”
For the first time, Logan’s eyes flickered.
He covered his face with one hand.
“Ah.”
A brief sound escaped him as he lowered his head.
For a long moment he held everything in, until finally he looked up.
His eyes were bloodshot red. That alone was enough to convey his emotions.
“I can’t give you up, Eve. I just can’t.”
“Then don’t.”
He hadn’t expected that answer—he swallowed it instead.
Because I won’t give you up either.
I didn’t say the rest aloud.

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