The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 83

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Chapter 83
I could only hold down that cursed Seol Geowon for so long.
It would recover soon enough and rise again, and while Logan fought it to the death, everyone remaining here would be slaughtered.
Once I’d conjured a solid Ice Spear, my fingertips began to shake.
Now even throwing it properly was beyond me.
“Logan!”
Catch.
I hurled the Ice Spear with all the strength I had left.
Without so much as turning, Logan snatched the flying spear from the air.
His eyes fixed on me with so much unspoken fury—he was cursing me with his gaze alone.
Then he seized the Ice Spear tight, its tip aimed straight at Seol Geowon’s chest.
Distance ceased to matter.
His spear’s point had already torn through the thick hide and lodged between the ribs.
Through the torn flesh, I could see everything clearly—the raw interior, and Logan standing in the center of it all.
Crack-crack-crack!
The sound of ribs fracturing carried all the way to where I stood.
Roooaaaarrr—!
A roar so fierce the very air shuddered around it.
The ribs hadn’t snapped clean, but the spaces between them had torn open. Blood cascaded down in torrents.
Logan wedged himself between the ribs without hesitation—moving like someone who had killed countless such monsters before.
Slice—
A blade carving through muscle made a dull, wet sound. Once, and then again.
Seol Geowon’s massive frame convulsed in what seemed like a final, violent spasm of resistance.
Each time it tried to heave itself upright, the stakes that Tony’s group had driven into it bent and buckled one by one.
Crack.
Snap.
‘Just a little longer.’
I clenched my teeth.
How much time had passed? Only a few minutes, yet it felt like an eternity.
Then it happened.
Gush—
A fountain of dark crimson blood erupted from Seol Geowon’s chest.
The next instant, a black shadow burst out from between the ribs.
It was Logan.
In his left hand, he held a black Winterstone slick with blood.
Logan leaped down and immediately rushed toward me.
He wasn’t even catching his breath.
The blood-soaked Winterstone slipped from his hand and tumbled across the snow, which Marcus hastily scooped up.
My Ice Spear shattered into fragments, and my legs gave out—I collapsed forward.
Just before I hit the ground, warm arms caught me. Logan’s arms wrapped around my waist.
The man who normally held me so carefully, as though I might shatter, now gripped me as if terrified I might slip away.
His fingertips trembled slightly.
“It’s over.”
The moment those words left his lips, Seol Geowon’s massive body collapsed lifelessly.
The merry-go-round and parade staging area were crushed and destroyed in the fall, but everyone had evacuated already—there were no casualties.
“Wow.”
Someone watching Logan gasped in awe. That was the spark.
“Woooow!”
“We did it!”
“Damn it all—we actually did it!”
Cheers erupted all around.
Some were crying. Nearly everyone had frostbite—their skin a deathly blue.
After a moment, as my strength returned, I rose from Logan’s embrace.
I looked at the black Winterstone in Marcus’s hand, then spotted Claire and Lian approaching with identical black Winterstones.
They’d extracted them from the Frost Giant Ape’s body as well.
They were the same black color as a Frost Heart.
“But listen, Eve—there’s something else you need to see.”
Logan whispered close to my ear.
“Something I need to see?”
Before I could finish, Logan hoisted me up with one hand supporting my hips. The sudden movement made me fling my arms around his neck.
At that moment, Logan leaped swiftly over the corpse of the dead Seol Geowon.
“Eve!”
“Junior!”
At the startled cries around me, I waved my hand to show them I was fine, then descended with Logan beneath the rib cage.
‘Hm?’
Logan was right—there was something strange. Inside the ribs, some kind of pattern had been carved.
A snowflake-like design formed a circle, and at its center lay a single name.
WHITE VEIL
No. 12
Seeing the number inscribed there…
I recalled the Experimental Monsters we’d been working with at the Ice Age Research Institute.
So it was another test subject?
What struck me most was that the name White Veil didn’t feel unfamiliar at all.
“The rumor goes that White Veil is manipulating the weather to create a second Ice Age across the empire and effectively seize control of the world. Well, that’s what they say anyway. A conspiracy theory.”
I recalled what the ghost soldiers had told me when we met at the Navy base where the Ice Age Research Institute was located.
A secret organization without substance.
As I’ve said before, I knew about this conspiracy theory even before the Ice Age began.
That rumor about a plot hatched by forces opposing the Royal Family.
“I think the conspiracy theories spread all the more because no one knows the identity of whoever founded this Institute or gave the orders.”
The ghost soldiers had definitely said something like that.
That’s when Logan spoke.
“I’ve never seen anything like this in my previous lives.”
“Right? You’ve lived the same life nine times, so why is only this one so different?”
Logan had no answer.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
“That too feels like an experiment.”
Putting Logan’s words together, the nine lives he’d lived seemed somewhat incomplete.
As if all nine lives he’d lived so far had been nothing but a trial run.
‘A trial run? A rehearsal for what?’
A chill crept across my skin, and I rubbed my forearm while studying Logan.
Logan’s gaze remained fixed on the letters spelling White Veil.
“White Veil probably isn’t the name of this Experimental Monster. It might well be the name of whoever created the creature.”
“We don’t know where Julian Wesley Everhart is, we don’t know that name—but Graham Oswal Everhart might know something about it.”
It seemed Logan also believed that Graham knew something.
I nodded in agreement. This was the time to have a real conversation with Graham.
Logan peeled away the leather bearing the inscriptions.
Then we emerged from inside the Seol Geowon’s corpse. Outside, the survivors were accounting for the situation.
Lowell Amusement Park was an absolute wreck.
The once-gaudy carousel lay shattered beyond recognition, while the Ferris wheel tilted at an angle, creaking ominously.
Everywhere, blast marks and bullet scars tangled together.
Across the pristine snow flowed the Seol Geowon’s dark crimson blood like a river, and broken ride structures and twisted metal frames lay scattered across the ground.
The survivors worked in silence, clearing the debris.
Some supported the wounded, while others pulled people buried in the ice.
Still others quietly covered the faces of colleagues who would never open their eyes again.
Hailwood, Orange Market, and Tony were all present, yet the survivors from Lowell Amusement Park were nowhere to be seen.
‘Hm. Now that I think about it, I never asked Frank where he was taking everyone to hide.’
Creak—
At that moment, a dull metallic sound echoed from the distance as an iron gate opened.
At the edge of the thickly frozen Artificial Lake, one side of the snow-covered embankment slowly began to swing open, and people emerged one by one.
The problem was that they were waving their hands frantically at us, their faces a sickly white.
“H-Here! Over here!”
It appeared to be a Drainage Tunnel, built before the Ice Age to manage the water level of the lake.
Bang—
“Frank—Frank has a gun right now!”
What? What was that supposed to mean?
Then a gunshot rang out from inside the tunnel.
“Aaahhhhh!”
Screams filled the air.
Special Feature || Secret Organization
Among the oldest conspiracy theories related to the Ice Age is the founding of a secret organization called White Veil. According to the rumors, three thousand years ago, during the chaos of the world’s destruction in the first Ice Age, they first appeared.
Some enthusiasts have claimed that these families have studied Forbidden Magic across generations and possess the technical capacity to artificially induce extreme cold.
Of course, from an academic standpoint, this remains pure conjecture without substance. The cause of the First Ice Age was attributed to large-scale volcanic activity, and the existence of ancient mages remains in the realm of unproven mythology.

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