The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 89

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Episode 89
I could’ve dismissed it as natural, being my husband and all, but for me it was quite a jarring realization.
“It’s fine. These things happen. It’ll come back in time.”
“Hmm. So you’re my wife? And my rival back at the Academy?”
Logan propped his chin on his hand and studied me slowly from head to toe.
“You’re more than I expected…”
“More than you expected?”
“Ah.”
Then he suddenly stopped speaking.
“Why do you keep cutting yourself off?”
“Why should I answer you?”
Wow. He really has no tact.
“Junior, I don’t think talking with him right now is your best option.”
“No, wait. We need to talk about what’s happened to him, don’t we?”
Marcus raised both hands in a gesture of surrender at my words.
“Fine. Go ahead then. Speak.”
I tilted my head toward Logan in a deliberate provocation.
“You don’t want to talk to me?”
Logan’s eyebrows rose sharply. A slanted smile played across his lips.
“No, I like it. You’re refreshingly direct.”
“I didn’t ask for your assessment.”
“Should I just leave then?”
“No. Sit down.”
Ugh. Academy days came rushing back. I used to lose to Logan constantly back then.
Watching him chuckle, I sent Marcus a pleading look. Help me, please.
Marcus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It’s like watching the Academy days all over again.”
“Marcus, I never actually had a conversation with Logan back then, did I?”
“Not with you. But that’s just how he was. You remember.”
Ah. Now I understood.
Those days when Logan was notorious for his rudeness.
“Your face is absolutely my type, I’ll admit that. But the fact that I apparently liked someone enough to marry them—that I just can’t believe.”
Logan kept his arrogant gaze fixed on my face without wavering.
“Is this maybe a delusion? You and the chairman aren’t mocking me together, are you?”
Normally I would’ve snapped at him, called him insane, gone off on him. But for some reason I felt calm. The drive to be angry had simply vanished.
Logan’s memories had erased only me. He remembered the coming of the Ice Age, remembered building Dotori Village—everything but me, neatly excised from his mind.
And here I’d said his entire life was me, that there’d be nothing left if I disappeared.
“Yeah. And sometimes I think about it too, Eve. What if we switched places?”
“You’d remember everything. I’d be the one losing memories.”
I recalled what Logan had said in passing.
He’d been so resentful back then. If our positions truly reversed now, would that Logan be happy about this moment?
“Ah. I imagined it, but I don’t like it. Sorry. Cancel that.”
“I thought there might be merit in it. But there isn’t. I don’t want to lose a single memory of you.”
“I hate it most when you cry because of me.”
Well, I actually knew. He wouldn’t have liked it.
Not a man so deeply invested in nursing my wounds.
Marcus’s face went taut with anxiety as he rubbed his face dry, then glanced sidelong at me. Logan’s bomb about “delusion” had left his complexion visibly pale.
I opened my mouth with a measured tone.
“Let’s think about this rationally. Why did he lose his memories? What exactly was that Winterstone that came from the monsters’ hearts?”
I reached out my hand toward Logan.
“Let me see your hand for a moment?”
“I don’t want to.”
Despite his defiant answer, Logan placed his hand obediently over mine.
His brow furrowed.
“What are you doing to me right now?”
“What do you mean. You just put your hand on mine willingly.”
“I never did that.”
“Then what hand is this?”
Logan’s face twisted into something fierce. It was clear he hadn’t placed his hand there of his own will.
This was strange.
Marcus, who had been watching quietly, spoke to me.
“Eve. You’re a body that absorbs Winterstone, aren’t you? If Logan absorbed the Winterstone of a creature’s heart and that’s why he obeys your words, couldn’t you train the creatures themselves later?”
It was a plausible hypothesis.
And hearing it, Logan knitted his brows and pushed back.
“What? So you’re saying this woman could train me too?”
“Not ‘this woman.’ Eve.”
At my words, Logan looks at me.
“Say it right. Eve.”
“Eve.”
Then he repeated it exactly as I’d told him to.
Thud.
Logan jerked to his feet, his brow deeply furrowed, glaring at me as though unable to comprehend what had happened.
“What did you do to me?”
I turned back to Marcus and spoke.
“Looks like it worked.”
Then Marcus burst into roaring laughter.
“I never thought I’d live to see that bastard being trained! Hahahaha!”
Wasn’t he enjoying this a bit too much?
Wasn’t the priority supposed to be restoring Logan to normal, not training him?
“Ma’am!”
Just then Claire entered the greenhouse.
“The villagers are fighting amongst themselves.”
“What?”
The three of us followed Claire outside at once, and I could see people gathered in the Dotori Village Square.
“What’s happened?”
In response to my question, Claire gave me a rough explanation of the situation.
“The expansion construction is in full swing, but there’s no one directing it, so everyone’s been acting on their own. Then when someone steps forward to take charge, others complain about why that person gets to give orders…….”
Among those brought from the Lowell Recreation Area, there were no nobles. There were fallen nobles, but by and large they were decent folk.
But it seemed everyone had grown quite tense from the accumulated strain of the expansion work.
I pondered for a moment, then shrugged and spoke.
“Simple. Marcus is good at that sort of thing.”
He’d been a negotiator and the head of a company, after all.
“Mm. I could provide direction.”
At my suggestion, Marcus stroked his chin and spoke with a thoughtful expression.
“But then the village would operate under a vertical hierarchy. Are you comfortable with that?”
“Hm?”
“It depends on what direction you want to lead the village in.”
“By that logic, wouldn’t Logan, who manages the Grand Duke’s Territory, be the better choice?”
At my response, Marcus shook his head.
“He’s not in his right mind at the moment. And if he were, he’d have chased away anyone who bothered you.”
A fairly plausible assumption.
“I think the Duke and Duchess, who own this village, should decide. After all, no one here can resist your power, Eve. Without you, they’re all dead.”
“Decide what?”
“How to recruit talent.”
Ah.
As I was thinking it over, Logan spoke to me as though it was hardly a difficult matter to consider.
“Let’s establish an Administrative Committee.”
I asked immediately.
“Why?”
“As the population grows, so do complaints. You can’t step in personally every time.”
“Hm. Right. We could appoint department heads—construction, food, security, medical. Each handles their own responsibilities, and important matters are discussed together in the committee.”
Logan looked at me with slightly widened eyes.
He seemed surprised that we grasped each other’s thoughts instantly, without lengthy explanation, and moved forward in conversation in the same direction.
Then Claire interjected.
“What if the committee chair abuses their power?”
“The committee is merely a place to gather opinions. The final decision rests with her and me.”
Logan referred to me as ‘her,’ so I corrected him.
“Eve.”
“Right. Eve.”
He repeated my words at once, then furrowed his brow. Only Claire, uncertain of what was happening, tilted her head in confusion.
Ah, the fact that Logan had lost his memory was a secret known only to those living in Eve House.
It would’ve been impossible to hide while sharing the same roof.
I shrugged and turned to Claire.
“People resent not being heard far more than they resent their opinions being rejected—when their voice doesn’t register at all, that’s when the real discontent takes root.”
Logan smiled at my words, nodding in agreement.
“You really do communicate well.”
This is what happens when Rivals become spouses.
There’s a reason we were ever Rivals in the first place.
From the beginning, our learning abilities and interests mirrored each other—almost excessively so.
We formally opened candidate registration to establish the Administrative Committee.
But surprisingly, when it came time to actually assume operational responsibility, no one stepped forward eagerly.

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