The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 40

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Chapter 40
We stood there in silence for a long while, just staring at each other.
Finally, I raised both hands.
“All right. Let’s figure out how to survive this. At this rate, we’re going to freeze to death.”
“Survive?”
“We have to at least try. You want us both to just die here?”
“That would be fine too.”
“Get your head in the game.”
At my words, Logan broke into laughter again. Why does everything I say make him laugh? He’s strange.
That was when it happened.
Thump.
A sound came from somewhere—a dull, heavy noise, as if something had fallen.
We both immediately grabbed our weapons. Logan tightened his grip on his Greatsword, and I quickly chambered a round in my Shotgun before turning toward where the sound had come from.
The noise had come from inside the Weather Observation Ship where we were standing.
Unlike the smaller fishing vessels scattered in pieces around us, the Weather Observation Ship was remarkably intact.
Apparently, as it was swept along by the tsunami, it had frozen solid and preserved its shape.
I exchanged a glance with Logan and decided to move slowly into the ship’s interior.
‘Come to think of it, if we’re lucky, this ship might actually be useful.’
If I used Redstone to melt only the frozen parts, we might be able to get it to float.
The open sea where we now stood was not frozen.
Unlike the heavily iced coastline, the open ocean far from land hadn’t frozen completely yet.
But even this would change rapidly if the Ice Age persisted long enough—the surface ice would thicken quickly.
“Logan, do you know how to operate a ship like this?”
“I learned.”
“…Wait, you actually know?”
“In my fifth life, maybe. I learned then.”
Ah. Having someone living their tenth life right next to me certainly had its advantages.
And so we decided to sail the ship toward the frozen coastline.
I nodded in relief and followed Logan.
Creak—
The rusted iron door groaned heavily as it opened.
At once, a cold draft rushed in, carrying a musty smell with it.
The scent of mold and damp wood hung in the air.
Inside the ship was surprisingly well-preserved. The corridor was narrow and dark.
Brass Lamps were mounted along the walls at regular intervals, and the floor was made of wooden planks darkened with age.
Icicles hung from the ceiling like stalactites in a cave.
True to its name as an observation ship, maps were pinned to every wall.
Ocean current charts, wind direction maps, barometric change records—and more.
Most were stained or torn, though a few lay spread out on a desk as if someone had been studying them recently.
…
Seeing that, I exchanged another glance with Logan.
It made no sense, but…
It seemed like someone was here.
Thump.
A faint sound came from below—as if something had fallen over.
Silence fell.
Then, a moment later.
Logan quickly leveled his Greatsword straight ahead. I immediately raised my Shotgun in the same direction.
Two figures stood there with their hands raised, in a posture of surrender.
One was a woman with pale blonde hair; the other was a man with dark brown hair.
Both wore naval uniforms.
“How are there people here…?”
Both of them stared at us with expressions of shock.
Their name tags read Claire Shon Wain and Leon Forkner respectively.
Inside the Weather Observation Ship, suspended in the frozen Ice Tsunami for more than two months, there were survivors.
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.
The four of us sat together in the crew’s lounge, sipping warm water. Logan had started a fire using Matches—though not without a brief commotion about rationing them first.
Claire and Leon kept glancing at me nervously.
“Are you really human?”
They seemed to regard me as something demonic—as though I’d come to collect them from hell itself.
When I asked how they’d survived, they said they’d managed to scrape by on the food stocks in the restaurant, rationing carefully.
The cold had been so severe that the ingredients froze solid naturally, preserving them.
But even that was nearly exhausted, and they’d resigned themselves to death when we appeared.
“It’s good to meet you. I’m Eve Lania—well, Eve Cheswind. And this is my husband.”
“Logan Arthur Cheswind.”
Logan’s introduction was brief, his expression bored throughout.
There was a marked difference between how Logan behaved alone with me and how he acted in front of others.
Of course, the others didn’t seem to notice the gap at all.
The moment they heard the name Cheswind, they reflexively shot to their feet and snapped off a salute.
“Major Cheswind. It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”
“Please forgive our rudeness. Feel free to speak freely with us.”
Claire and Leon answered in turn.
The world had ended—how long ago now?—yet military discipline still held firm.
Logan, unmoved, sat with his legs crossed, regarding them with cool indifference as he asked his question.
“Lieutenant Wain, Sergeant Forkner.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Can either of you operate a ship?”
Despite claiming he could pilot a vessel, Logan ultimately handed the wheel over to someone else.
I watched him with suspicious eyes.
So he really could have done it?
Logan reclined against the table, arching an eyebrow as he spoke to me.
“Why would I do it when I can make someone else?”
Logan was exceptionally good at managing people.
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Rosebrook Harbor was in chaos.
The colossal Ice Tsunami, moments from collapse, had vanished in an instant.
Everyone had witnessed the silver flash that blazed through the sky just before the tsunami disappeared—a light so brilliant it seemed to swallow the city itself.
No one knew where that silver light had come from.
“Wait. I had no idea there were this many survivors in the city.”
Charlotte looked around in bewilderment.
The city that had stood empty all this time suddenly bustled with life.
Still just a handful, of course, but compared to streets where even the smallest creature seemed absent, it was remarkable.
Most of the survivors had sheltered indoors because stepping outside meant freezing to death; they’d built their lives within the buildings.
Yet they’d risked death by exposure to flee the city.
Before they could even escape, the very cause of their terror—the Ice Tsunami—had vanished.
Only their small group had witnessed Logan and Eve disappear with the Ice Tsunami. Marcus, Charlotte, and Brian.
Brian still stood there slack-jawed, unable to process what had happened.
“Everhart… no, Mrs. Cheswind. What exactly is she?”
Instead of answering, Charlotte’s gaze turned back toward the harbor. The tsunami had simply… ceased to exist.
Beyond the harbor, the sea lay frozen and desolate.
As time passed and snow accumulated, it became impossible to tell that the expanse had ever been ocean at all.
Only the distant lighthouses and the fishing boats frozen mid-drift in the sea hinted that this white wasteland had once been water.
“We need to head back to Dotori Village.”
Marcus, stroking his chin and coolly assessing the situation, spoke with quiet resolve.
“Dotori Village? What’s that supposed to be, a playground? Stop joking around and somebody explain to me what’s actually happening here.”
Brian tore at his hair in frustration, his voice rising.
“Just what is Mrs. Cheswind?!”
His cry echoed through the air like a scream. Then Marcus struck the back of his head.
“Quiet. Now follow me.”

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