The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 65

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Episode 65
“Whether it’s Eve or not, the fact that he’s insane doesn’t change, does it?”
Brian, drawn out by the commotion outside, lowered his voice considerably as he joined their conversation.
“He said if Eve stopped breathing here, he wouldn’t mind exterminating humanity entirely.”
At that, everyone turned to look at him.
“He said something like that?”
“Yeah. To Rayburn.”
“Ah. Well, I suppose he’s earned the right to say such things.”
Even as he said it, Marcus knew Logan’s words were no joke.
Logan was dangerous.
The most terrifying thing about him was how ordinary he appeared at first glance.
But if you ever met those red eyes of his directly, you couldn’t call him sane.
Those were the eyes of someone fundamentally broken—eyes that turned with a madness like a screw coming loose, unsettling to behold.
Just then, Logan, who had been trampling the Bedding with his feet as he washed it, looked at Marcus. Logan’s hands and legs had already turned a sickly blue.
It looked like Frostbite, but he stood as though he felt no pain, tilting his head at an odd angle.
“What are you staring at, Rutherland? Want me to soak you too?”
Madman….
“Just say the word. It’s not hard.”
“That’s not it. There seems to be dirt on that spot.”
At Marcus’s words, Logan lowered his gaze.
“No. Not there. Next to it. Yes, that’s it.”
Only then did Logan turn his attention away from Marcus and focus back on washing the Bedding.
Eve had been particular about it, saying this was her Bedding to cover herself with, that a patient’s Bedding had to be clean.
“Hey, Logan. Vincent’s a patient too—shouldn’t you be washing his Bedding as well?”
“I could wring out Vincent’s body without leaving a trace, if you’d like.”
“…That would be rather problematic.”
Charlotte, Nathan, and Brian were looking at his profile with somewhat odd expressions from beside him, but Marcus continued calmly, pointing at Logan.
“You wash well. You could get hired as a servant.”
Of course, no one was laughing.
* * *
Gasp.
The moment my eyes opened, I found myself trapped inside a Black Mana Stone.
How on earth did this happen?
I will show you.
A voice rang out in my mind.
Show me what?
What are you showing me?
I looked outside the Mana Stone.
Screech—
Screech—
I could see someone binding the Black Mana Stone with rope and loading it onto a sled, then dragging it across the snow. Ash-colored, coarse hair caught my eye.
The back of his figure somehow seemed familiar.
‘Surely not….’
The moment I sensed the man’s identity, he stopped walking and turned to face me. Sharp, feline eyes and violet irises.
‘Julian?’
Though he was bundled up in layers of outerwear, the garment visible beneath was unmistakably Priest Robes worn by clerics.
Through the collar gap, the distinctive white clerical collar of Priest Robes was visible.
I didn’t particularly question why Julian was wearing Priest Robes.
In such harsh cold, if he’d collected various clothing, it was possible.
I thought our eyes had definitely met, but he seemed unable to see me.
His expression then twisted with anguish.
“Damned Mana Stone. I’ll sacrifice my own life if I must, but I will destroy you.”
Deep fury reached even me. But it wasn’t directed at me. It was directed at the Black Mana Stone.
“It’s my mission, and the last gift I can give to Eve.”
A gift for me? What is all this about?
For a dream, it felt far too vivid.
Was this really a dream?
I couldn’t tell if it was a dream, the past, or an approaching future.
I was simply witnessing what the voice wanted to show me.
The Black Mana Stone never appeared in the novel. But if it was a suspicious “Black Mana Stone” that Julian possessed, the situation was different.
It was the Frost Heart.
Then a question struck me. Why had the Frost Heart shown me Julian? What was it trying to tell me?
Was it asking me to save him?
Crackle—
Crackle—
Julian continued dragging the Black Mana Stone, moving toward some unseen destination.
‘Where is he going?’
Soon he entered the forest. From the way he kept climbing the sloped terrain, it appeared we were ascending into the mountains.
How much time had passed?
At last, he arrived at a vast expanse—the Frozen Lake. Towering icebergs surrounding the water created an otherworldly, chilling atmosphere.
The lake’s bottom was pitch black. It meant the depths were immense. If the ice cracked and one fell into these waters, death would be certain.
Julian walked out onto the frozen surface.
‘No, Julian! It’s dangerous!’
I remained trapped inside the Mana Stone, and he still could not hear my voice.
Julian came to a halt in the very center of the frozen lake. He gazed downward.
I followed his gaze below. We were standing in the middle of the frozen lake.
‘……?!’
And when I looked beneath the frozen surface, I felt my breath catch.
Something was visible through the thick ice. Stones or trees trapped within—or so it seemed at first.
I had taken it for an optical illusion initially. But it was not. This was clearly an artificial structure.
Beneath it stretched an abyss of darkness.
And within that darkness, a colossal city lay sleeping.
From the pitch black, the silhouettes of towering spires emerged, faint and ghostly.
Spires as sharp and refined as if carved from crystal. Between the towers, bridges spread like spider webs, connecting one to another.
Some had crumbled to ruin; others still held their form.
It was like a sleeping city. Like a structure trapped within a Snow Globe.
Then Julian, kneeling on the ice, lowered the bag he had been carrying and began pulling out equipment in abundance.
He withdrew several metal cylinders. Their surfaces were densely carved with intricate patterns—geometric Magic Circles that could have belonged to ancient times.
Beside them lay a length of folded Metal Glass Tube, and several Redstones gleamed into view.
Julian began assembling the Metal Rods.
Click.
Click.
Multiple rods connected and transformed into a long spear-like object. A Redstone was embedded at its tip.
I looked down beneath the ice again.
The distance to that city below made my head spin.
Surely… he wasn’t planning to use that to break through the ice?
‘No.’
It was far too reckless and dangerous.
Trapped within the Frost Heart, I pressed against the Black Mana Stone’s surface and called out to Julian.
‘No! Don’t do this, Julian! It’s dangerous!’
But my voice still could not reach him. It was as if the Black Mana Stone absorbed every word I spoke.
I placed my hand against the Black Mana Stone’s surface and drew upon the Silverstone Power. Then the Goldstone, and then the Redstone.
It was useless.
All of it was absorbed into the Frost Heart—whether the Winterstone truly derived from it or not.
In the end, I sank down helplessly, tears streaming down my face.
Whether this was a dream or some moment from the past, I could only watch as Julian threw himself into danger, powerless to stop him.
And when my tear dropped from my chin and fell onto the Black Mana Stone’s surface—
Julian suddenly lifted his head.
“……What?”
He stared at me with a startled expression.
“Eve?”
In that moment, space itself warped.
“Eve!!!”
Julian dropped all the equipment he was holding and reached out toward me.
But within the distorted space, Julian became a tiny point and vanished.
I blinked, confused.
A dream…….
Was this really a dream?

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