The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 79

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Chapter 79
Following my lead, Logan, Graham, Marcus, and Tonis all scrambled to their feet in unison.
The sound of snow crunching erupted in rapid succession.
“What are you people doing!?”
Survivors from the Hailwood faction who spotted us shouted in alarm.
A few swung their rifles toward us, but it was already too late.
We tore across the seating area and vaulted over the outdoor stage in a single bound.
Bang!
Logan led the charge, smashing the stage railing to pieces with a kick. Splinters of broken wood scattered in all directions as he landed hard in the snow, carving a path forward.
“Move.”
A single, curt command.
In the same breath, his long legs sliced through the air like lightning.
Crash—
The two Hailwood men blocking the entrance to the pavilion never even got their rifles up before they were sent flying.
From that point on, I used the power of the Bluestone to raise Ice Barriers in our wake.
I’d anticipated Tonis’s shock, but seeing even Graham taken aback made me wonder if I should have given them a heads-up.
“You all came here for a Power Struggle. I didn’t. My goal is to meet the representative of Rowell Company. Tonis and I have similar intentions, so we’ve joined forces for now, that’s all.”
I recalled what Graham had said earlier.
What possible reason could Graham have for needing to meet the Rowell Company representative?
Could it be connected to Graham’s five years of lost contact?
Honestly, now that my mind had cleared and my emotions had settled, I felt a flicker of anger toward Graham.
If we hadn’t run into each other by chance today, he might never have sought me out at all.
Of course, such thoughts meant nothing in the face of immediate survival.
The Ice Barrier had been too extensive, and its durability weakened. Survivors from both Hailwood and Orange Market broke through it quickly.
But by the time they shattered the ice, we had already opened the door to the Parade Waiting Room ahead of them.
The real problem came next.
The moment we opened the door to the Parade Waiting Room, absolute chaos greeted us.
‘What’s happening here?’
I realized the tangled mass of people—whether fleeing or attacking one another, it was impossible to tell—were the survivors of Rowell Amusement Park.
Following the trace of Winterstone Power had been the right call.
Among the confusion, we spotted Claire and Lien. They were cornered.
With their backs to each other, Lien and Claire fired their rifles in rapid succession. But the bullets found only empty air.
A mad clown monkey leaped between the iron pillars and ceiling fixtures with such frenzied speed that human eyes could barely track its movement.
It hung upside down from a beam with its long arms, then hurled itself to the opposite column in a heartbeat.
‘What is this insane monkey.’
Of course, it’s not as if I didn’t know what it was.
Screeeeeee—
As the creature let out a piercing, bone-chilling shriek, people clapped their hands over their ears, writhing in agony, their frenzy intensifying.
Logan, myself, and the rest of our group felt the same.
‘Claire’s unaffected.’
There were humans immune to the clown monkey’s Hypnosis from time to time, and Claire seemed to be one of them. Like me.
I reached out my hand. A cold chill rose from my fingertips.
Crack-crack-crack—!
A massive ice column erupted from the ground in an instant, engulfing the clown monkey’s entire body.
The creature, mid-leap through the air, had no time to dodge and was trapped inside the colossal block of ice.
Screech—!
A grotesque shriek rang out briefly from within the ice, then cut off entirely.
It was only possible because of the monkey’s small frame. If it had been the orangutan behind the carousel, it would have been impossible.
Drip—drip—
Blood trickled from my nose.
Now Logan automatically pulled out a handkerchief and pinched my nose shut.
“Eve, are you hurt anywhere?”
Graham, coming back to his senses, rushed over and examined my complexion.
He reached out his hand toward me, then withdrew it, then repeated the motion, unable to stay still.
“It’s been like this since I was young. Don’t make a fuss over it.”
“No matter how many times I see it, I can’t get used to it. Not for me.”
Graham answered with an expression twisted in anguish. His true feelings remained completely opaque.
“……It’s not over yet.”
In that moment, Logan’s low voice brushed against my ear.
Crackle—
A hairline crack echoed from deep within the ice column.
I turned reflexively toward the sound.
The clown monkey’s mouth, even trapped in ice, was slowly twisting upward into a grin.
‘That insane creature…?’
Graham stepped past me and drew a Revolver.
Click.
Bang!
He fired without the slightest hesitation.
Bang!
The second shot came from someone else.
I turned to see Claire, braced on one knee, driving rounds from a rifle into the monkey’s body.
She meant to shatter the ice and finish the creature completely.
I deliberately softened the ice a fraction.
Enough to keep the monkey pinned, but not enough to stop the bullets from piercing through.
‘Where did she get that rifle?’
It wasn’t hers. She must have picked it up somewhere in this waiting room.
Bang!
Crack-crack!
Bang!
Crack-crack-crack-crack!
Graham and Claire traded fire in rapid succession, and the gunshots sent the survivors in Rowell Amusement Park into screams, collapsing to the floor in panic.
When the barrage finally ceased, the stage lay soaked in blood, and the clown monkey hung limp and still.
We’d weathered the crisis.
‘No matter how I think about it, I’m still short two percent of Winterstone Power.’
Without weapons, I’d need to absorb more Winterstone to push my strength further when the moment came.
Crash!
No time to catch my breath.
The Hailwood survivors and Orange Market survivors came pouring in at once.
“Show yourself, leader!”
“Frank! We know you’re here!”
The Hailwood chief and Orange Market chief shouted in succession. They were hunting for Frank, the head of Rowell Company. The Tonis group had done the same earlier—Frank certainly had admirers.
Look at that. Three separate factions had come to strike at Rowell Company.
I leaned close and whispered to Logan.
“Logan, think you could gather all the Winterstone in this place for me?”
“If that’s what you wish.”
He spoke as though nothing were impossible.
“I’m wishing it, Logan.”
Before my words had finished leaving my lips, Logan vanished.
“…?”
No—he was completely invisible.
Seconds later, Logan reappeared at my side.
Both hands full, pockets bulging, his cloak lined and heavy with Winterstone.
Was Logan the one weaving magic here?
I entertained that idle thought while rifling through my pockets with satisfaction.
‘This is perfect for negotiation.’
I took the Winterstone from Logan, absorbed several stones into my body, and held back the rest.
I would need to form an Alliance Formation with the Rowell Amusement Park Survivor Faction from here on.
Because we were tucked away in a corner, no one but Graham and Marcus witnessed what we were doing.
Everyone else was too busy searching for Frank, treating us like mere decorations.
The Tonis group that had come with Graham was equally preoccupied.
Which gave us a clear view of the entire situation from a third-party vantage.
The Survivor Factions fought for Power Struggle for one reason alone: to seize authority and monopolize Winterstone.
Their ambush on Frank was clearly meant to plunder the Winterstone stockpiled here.
I handed the pouch of Winterstone to Logan. If he held it, no one would be able to steal it from us.
Still, I had no intention of abandoning the Rowell Amusement Park survivors.
‘There are quite a few of them here. It would be useful to bring them to our side.’
That was the real reason, if I was honest.
I wanted to forge a proper alliance with another Survivor Faction for once. This one seemed more stable than the others I’d encountered.
Then Hailwood and Orange Market raised their weapons and erupted into chaos.
“Where’s Frank?!”
“The representative of Rowell Company—stop hiding like a coward and show yourself! Before your Survivor Faction members are put in danger!”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd as they caught sight of the firearms.
Then it happened.
“I’m here. So lower your weapons.”
Frank, the representative of Rowell Company, stepped forward from among the gathered people.

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