The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 82

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Chapter 82
The Hailwood survivors rushed to level their weapons, but Claire, Lean, and Logan disarmed them in a heartbeat.
‘Hmm. Looking at it this way, we could just handle this ourselves.’
But there was another reason to drag the other Survival Camps into this.
‘We owe them.’
Dotori Village was the smallest among the Survival Camps, which meant we’d be at a disadvantage in any numbers game.
“Alright. I’ll keep this brief, so listen carefully.”
The moment I opened my mouth, all eyes turned to me.
Those gazes mingled suspicion, caution, and naked distrust in equal measure.
No matter how plainly I dressed, I couldn’t escape looking like a fragile noblewoman.
And moments ago, I’d been coughing up blood.
Their skepticism was only natural.
I ignored their stares and raised my hand.
Whoosh—
Snowflower bloomed from my fingertips and scattered through the air like petals. The crystalline fragments swirled once around the dome, then traced an intricate Ice Pattern across the floor.
In an instant, every mouth fell silent.
“That creature won’t die unless we extract the Winterstone lodged in its heart.”
I swept my gaze across the gathered survivors as I spoke.
“Is there anyone here who can kill it alone?”
Not a single person stepped forward.
“I’ve frozen its legs to slow it down, but that won’t last long. We have thirty minutes to restrain it. In that time, we must bring it down.”
I turned slowly, taking in the whole assembly.
“You don’t have to follow my lead. But those who refuse to follow my orders will die first.”
The survivors’ eyes sharpened. Yet no one dared contradict me.
I drew a steady breath.
“I’m proposing that the Survival Camps cooperate—just this once.”
The survivors exchanged glances. Some nodded with what looked like agreement.
After a brief silence, the leader of Hailwood spoke, arms crossed.
“Which Survival Camp are you from?”
“Dotori Village.”
I answered without hesitation, my expression grave. The moment the words left my mouth, a peculiar silence fell.
“Now would be a good time for us to introduce our village.”
It was Marcus who broke the quiet.
The eyes that had been warily fixed on each other moments before naturally shifted to him.
He stepped forward with an easy smile, as if introducing people at a social gathering.
“These are Duke Cheswind and the Duchess. I am the chairman of Rutland.”
The air itself changed with that single statement.
“This is Count Everhart, and these are Lieutenant Wayne and Sergeant Forkner, assigned to Rosebrook Naval Base.”
The naked hostility that had been written across the survivors’ faces gave way to bewilderment.
All color drained from their cheeks.
“What the—you should’ve led with that.”
“Hell. What the—what kind of lineup is this?”
“What was the village name again? Dot Village?”
“Dotori, dammit.”
“No, no. You misheard. How could a shelter be named after acorns?”
This was rich. How did Orange Market get off making comments like that?
“Blowing it apart like some crazed ape won’t work—the thing’s too massive. It’s better if we each move according to our roles.”
Once the cooperation meeting began in earnest, Marcus was the one who contributed the most.
He wielded his talents as a negotiator to full effect.
We wrapped up our discussion in ten minutes, and at the appointed time, I dissolved the ice that had been holding Seol Geowon captive.
The moment I did, we all moved into our assigned positions.
By then, the sun had fully risen.
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Marcus couldn’t quite make sense of Graham.
Unlike Count Everhart and his wife, or Julian, Graham—by Eve’s own account—hadn’t actually gone missing.
When pressed about why he’d gone silent all this time, he’d only given evasive answers, muttering that he couldn’t speak in a crowd.
Ping! Ping!—
The Hailwood sharpshooters pulled their triggers in rapid succession. The bullets streaked through the air and pierced Seol Geowon’s eyes with surgical precision.
Raaaagh!—
Seol Geowon thrashed in agony, its arm carving a violent arc through empty space.
“Now!”
On cue, the Survivors from Orange Market hurled their Explosives as if they’d been waiting for this very moment.
Boom—!
Chain explosions detonated just below Seol Geowon’s right knee.
The creature’s enormous body lurched, but it wasn’t enough to bring it down.
That was when it happened.
“Pull!”
At Tony’s shout, he and his crew—now acting as field engineers—scattered to either side.
They seized the thick Steel Wire they’d wrapped around Seol Geowon’s ankles and hauled with all their might.
As the taut wire caught the shins, the monster’s massive frame tilted forward drastically.
“Now! The stakes!”
Tony’s team hefted their hammers and surged toward the toppled creature in unison.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Steel Spikes thick as a man’s wrist drove through the ice and deep into the earth below, their ends anchored firmly to the wires.
They darted around Seol Geowon’s limbs, driving stake after stake like hunters bringing down a giant.
“Secured!”
Seol Geowon roared, and its massive body thrashed violently.
Creak-crack!
The wires twisted to their limit, crying out with metallic shrieking. The creature’s raw strength was enough to bend several of the stakes.
Yet for all that, its movements had visibly slowed.
I pressed a handkerchief against my bleeding nose and watched the scene unfold before turning my gaze to Logan.
“Logan. It’s our turn.”
Logan’s eyes hardened. His crimson irises condensed a killing intent sharp as a blade’s edge.
He looked displeased, but he smiled as if he’d found an outlet for his frustration.
“I’ve been waiting.”
He was smiling, but his eyes weren’t.
He gripped a thin blade he’d borrowed from Tony’s crew.
The moment his feet left the ground, the sonic boom followed his trajectory belatedly.
Like a man whose accumulated killing intent had finally found purchase on a blade’s edge, he moved without hesitation.
Crash!
With a single leap, Logan vaulted onto Seol Geowon’s shoulder and began slashing without pause.
Slash!
Snow-white fur scattered across the air.
Seol Geowon thrashed madly and swung its arms, but Logan had already kicked off its fingertips and leaped to the opposite shoulder.
“Lieutenant Wayne!”
Marcus’s cry rang out. Claire was already moving.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three pistol shots cracked in succession.
The bullets didn’t target Seol Geowon’s face—they pierced precisely through the elbows and wrist joints that threatened to block Logan’s path.
Crash!
The creature’s arm swung wide, sweeping past Logan’s head.
Next came Lean. He rolled behind a stone pillar and finished reloading.
He tracked Seol Geowon’s movements without losing sight of them, firing steadily.
Bang!
Bang!
The knee this time, then the ankle, then the wrist. Each shot targeted only the joints with surgical precision.
Marcus then swept his arm broadly toward Tony’s crew.
“Don’t let it regain its balance!”
At his command, Tony’s team moved in perfect unison, albeit with bewildered expressions.
I watched the coordinated assault, my thoughts turning inward.
‘How do I pierce the heart?’
The Winterstone lodged in Seol Geowon’s body lay deep within the cavity near its ribs.
To kill it, I’d have to penetrate thick hide first, then drive through to the heart itself.
I glanced down at the blood-soaked handkerchief. It was already saturated through.
Logan was using the spare blade Tony’s crew had provided, but it couldn’t compare to his own greatsword, reinforced by Goldstone absorption to enhance durability.
‘There will only be one opening.’
If I pushed the Winterstone’s power any further, I couldn’t guarantee my body would hold. But if it meant opening a path straight to Logan—straight to his heart—that was enough.
I thrust my hand forward.
In that instant, a solid Ice Spear materialized above Seol Geowon’s chest.
The shaft stretched roughly two meters, thick enough that an adult man could barely grip it in one hand.
Everyone turned to look at me at once.
“Eve.”
Logan, perched atop Seol Geowon, glanced back toward me and shook his head. A warning—don’t.
There’s a misunderstanding.
I only made it.
You’re the one who’ll throw it.

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