The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84
Frank was already dead when we arrived.
He had taken his own life suddenly, and no one knew why.
“Ah…….”
I watched Graham sitting on the hotel lobby sofa, sighing heavily over and over.
Somehow, it seemed Graham knew the reason.
Surprisingly, Hailwood and Orange Market—who I’d expected to enter standoff again once the cooperation ended—seemed content to recite their exploits to the survivors from Lowell Amusement Park, preening with self-satisfaction.
For now, I sat with the people from Dotori Village (Claire and Leon had somehow become part of our group as well) on the lobby sofa before moving to somewhere quieter.
“Eve.”
Logan called out to me as I walked ahead.
“You should hold my hand.”
He offered me his hand. Suddenly? I took it with a bewildered expression. Only then did he move forward.
I looked up at his profile without speaking. His clenched jaw caught my eye—an expression of evident irritation.
“Are you angry?”
“How could I be angry with you?”
He paused for a moment, his brow furrowing.
“Though I was quite frustrated.”
He really emphasized the frustration.
Feeling guilty, I couldn’t muster any excuse.
“Don’t worry about my mood. That’s what you’re doing—you’re saying it’s because of me.”
“What?”
“Isn’t it?”
“W—well, yes.”
“Right. Then that’s enough. Even if I’m frustrated, what can I do? You’re willing to stake your life for me.”
Logan burst out laughing.
“It’s annoying, but it drives me crazy in the best way.”
I found myself staring at him with my mouth open.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
My heart was racing again. This is difficult if it keeps beating like this here.
Logan laughed helplessly, covering his face with one hand. His neck was flushed.
“I think I’m going crazy because I like you so much.”
“I’m sorry.”
Was my answer too mechanical?
Logan glanced at me sideways. With a fierce look in his eyes.
“It’s good. It’s fine.”
Logan shook his head firmly. As if there was no point in saying more.
By then, we had reached our destination.
The VIP Reception Room of the hotel.
Landscape paintings framed in gold leaf hung on walls of dark walnut, and a coat rack stood along one side for guests’ coats.
In the center of the room sat an elongated oval wooden table.
Through the window, the ruins of the amusement park sprawled below—a broken carousel and tilted Ferris wheel stood desolately across the white snow.
We took our seats in turn around the wooden table.
I sat in the center, Marcus and Claire to my left, Logan and Leon to my right, with Graham sitting alone across from us.
Logan pulled out a piece of leather bearing the White Veil insignia and laid it on the wooden table.
The atmosphere shifted slightly.
I spoke first.
“I’ve heard of White Veil. Well, any scholar interested in the Ice Age would know about that conspiracy theory.”
Though I had no concrete evidence, I harbored a suspicion bordering on certainty.
“Listen. This is just my speculation. Just imagining something far-fetched—the reason why you were searching for the Lowell representative.”
I shrugged and continued.
“Is the Lowell representative part of White Veil?”
“Yes.”
He answered so quickly and simply that we all fell silent for a moment, staring at Graham.
He exhaled softly and adjusted his glasses before speaking.
“I’ve been searching for White Veil. Being driven out to Norsellan wasn’t study abroad—I was being imprisoned there.”
This was something I had never known.
“Perhaps my missing parents—and Julian too—are being held captive by them.”
Graham gazed out the window for a moment, his arms unfolded. Beyond the ruined amusement park, light snow drifted quietly.
“They may still be alive.”
“No. Julian is somewhere else.”
At my quiet words, every gaze in the room turned toward me. Graham tilted his head in confusion, his expression questioning.
“…Eve, how did you know that?”
It was difficult to explain, so I worked my lips a few times, gathering my thoughts.
There was no reason to hide it now. I’d already revealed all my abilities.
“I saw it.”
A brief silence fell.
On the raw wood table lay the White Veil Leather and the black magical stones that Logan had additionally placed there—one from the Frost Light Ape and one from the Snow Monkey.
They resembled the Frost Heart.
“The more you absorb Winterstone, the stronger your connection becomes with the Mother Source that spawned it.”
A faint chill spread through my fingertips.
“That’s how I saw it—Julian was moving somewhere with that Mother Source.”
Graham did not immediately object. He simply looked at me steadily.
I smiled bitterly.
“The truth is, even before this conversation, I kept thinking it might all be a dream.”
Since the Ice Age, almost nothing I’d witnessed could be explained by common sense.
Perhaps I’d tried desperately to believe it wasn’t real.
“But it doesn’t seem like it is.”
Graham drummed his fingers slowly on the armrest of his chair, as though deliberating something.
At last, he seemed to reach a decision and opened his mouth.
“Eve, is the place where you’re staying safe?”
It was an unexpected question. I blinked for a moment, then nodded.
“Yes. At least for now.”
“Then stay there. I’ll do the searching.”
His gaze was even more resolute than when he’d faced the Snow Monkey moments before.
“Finding our family is important, but protecting your safety matters too.”
“…What do you mean by that?”
Graham looked at me. There was a complexity in his eyes, as though feelings long suppressed were flickering to the surface.
Like a man who could no longer keep a truth he’d hidden for so long.
“I want to speak with you alone.”
The reception room fell quiet. Everyone’s gaze shifted between Graham’s face and mine.
Graham was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.
“Let me correct that.”
His gaze turned slowly toward Logan.
“Your Grace the Duke may remain, as Eve’s husband.”
Logan turned to look at me without a word.
I gave a small nod.
“It’s all right.”
Marcus rose from his seat, seeming to understand the situation.
“Then we’ll wait outside.”
Claire and Leon followed without further question.
Click.
The reception room door closed quietly.
Now only Logan, Graham, and I remained in the room.
For a long while, no one spoke.
Only the faint sound of the blizzard howling outside the window filled the silence.
Graham exhaled deeply, then finally turned his gaze to me.
“…I had intended to bury this story for the rest of my life.”
“What story is it?”
“You were adopted.”
…What?
In that instant, my mind went white and empty.
Adopted?
We were talking about my safety, and then suddenly this? Why would he say such a thing?
Throb.
A pain shot through my temples as if pierced by an awl.
Drip.
A warm liquid ran down my upper lip. As always, it was a nosebleed.
And before the crimson blood could stain the floor, a soft cloth enveloped my nose.
It was Logan.
“I’m fine, really.”
Graham had stepped forward in surprise, closing the distance between us.
“Keep going. I need to hear this now.”
“……Are you really sure about this?”
“Yes. I’m sure. Please, keep going.”
Graham hesitated as if he might cut himself off and call for a doctor instead, but then he forced the words out with visible effort.
“You’re in danger because of your Birth Secret. White Veil—they’re looking for you.”
Without thinking, I clenched my fists.
“What is my Birth Secret?”
“I don’t know. Only Father knows that truth.”
My mind spiraled with questions.
Why had they adopted me? Why was White Veil searching for me? Why did Father alone hold the truth?
Then Logan squeezed my hand firmly.
I had grown up surrounded by love, and now—with the world itself destroyed—what did a Birth Secret matter? What was the point?
So it didn’t matter.
What mattered was what came next.
What would change because of this Birth Secret I carried.
Finding the answer.
That was all I wanted to know.

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