The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 91

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Chapter 91
Logan began reading the research journal I’d given him from Julian, his expression one of shock.
“Fascinating. I’ll need to find the Frost Heart first.”
“If we find Julian, we might be able to find the Frost Heart.”
“How do you know that?”
“I saw it. Julian carrying the Frost Heart away. I sometimes resonate with the Frost Heart.”
“What?”
Logan’s expression grew serious as he studied me, then he stroked his jaw, lost in thought.
‘Will Julian be all right?’
The anxiety crashed over me again, sudden and unbidden.
My worry about Graham had faded by now, but Julian and my parents—even thinking of them still made my heart clench with unease.
Even with Graham’s warning about my parents, it was an instinct I couldn’t shed.
The parents in my memory had always been good to me.
“Then we should go find him right away.”
“My eldest brother went to look for him. He’s already narrowed down the general location.”
“Hmm. So for now, all we can do is wait?”
I stared at Logan as he said this, feeling oddly helpless.
Wait indefinitely with an amnesiac Logan? I didn’t think I could bear that.
“I know you hate it, but what else can we do?”
That was when Logan spoke.
“Hm?”
“It shows.”
I touched my cheek.
“It’s written all over your face. That you hate waiting indefinitely with a Logan who’s lost his memory.”
…….
Do I hate it?
I asked myself the question.
No. It’s Logan—how could I hate it?
‘Logan has lived through this countless times already. What’s stopping me?’
Each time, he must have met me as though for the first time. Each time reminding me of his existence.
And reminding me again.
Yet he never abandoned me. He kept returning, determined to save me.
“I don’t hate it.”
Logan looked at me as if surprised, then nodded slightly—as if urging me to continue.
“Starting over with you, not as lovers, but rather… um.”
I paused, searching for words.
Getting to know each other. Confirming our feelings. Building something together.
These were things I hadn’t yet done with Logan in this life.
“Yes. Let’s start fresh. Let’s get to know each other first.”
I decided to think of it as discovering a new Logan.
When I framed it that way, this time began to feel precious.
Logan said nothing.
He gazed at me quietly, his expression unreadable.
More precisely, I couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all.
He’d said my face pleased him, but that was no guarantee he loved me blindly as he once had.
Could his feelings have changed this time?
Had I ever before felt this anxious, unable to read his heart?
This too was a new experience.
“All right. Fine. I’m curious about what kind of person you are too.”
Logan smiled—a slow, confident smile.
A man without lack. The sole heir of the Chestwind Family.
He seemed to have returned to the Logan of that time.
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The immediate problem was that there were no candidates willing to take the seat on the Administrative Council.
After all that fighting, and now not a single person would step forward for the responsibility.
‘Not even one? That’s strange.’
I had the distinct feeling there was another reason at work.
I sat on a bench by the well in the town square, watching the people demolishing the wall.
They were breaking down the western wall to expand the town’s footprint to the side.
“Miss, are you all right?”
Just then, Luka approached me and sat down beside me. He seemed preoccupied, what with so many children his age around lately—he’d been off playing with them most of the time.
“Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for worrying about me. How have you been lately?”
In response to my question, Luka’s expression grew downcast.
“The other children won’t play with me.”
“What? Why do you think that is?”
“They all think I’m the son of the Duchess and the Duke.”
Ah—now that I thought about it, with his dark hair and his sharp, handsome features for a ten-year-old, I could see how such a misunderstanding might arise.
“Couldn’t the Duchess clear up the misunderstanding?”
“But what if Logan and I came forward to explain, and people still misunderstood? What would we do then?”
“That is…”
The boy trailed off, apparently having no ready answer.
“Then what if you actually became our son?”
“I’m not shameless enough for that, my lady.”
When it came to formality, he could certainly draw the line.
How was a ten-year-old managing to say things like that?
“Well, I do believe children should be allowed to play like children.”
Luka looked up at me.
“And if you’ve no intention of becoming our son, then you’ll have to address this misunderstanding yourself. Otherwise, it’ll only breed more confusion.”
My words made his expression droop again.
“But I won’t abandon you to figure it out alone, so don’t worry. Would you like to think about what kind of help you’d want from me?”
Luka’s face brightened again as he lifted his head. He was adorable.
I listened carefully to what he had to say.
“Among the survivors from Lowell Amusement Park, there’s someone who used to be a tutor for noble children.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I was hoping you might give other children the same opportunity. That is to say…”
“What do you mean?”
“I wish there could be a school.”
The unexpected request surprised me—not because it was difficult, but because I was struck by Luka’s capacity for such thinking.
“Oh. Um, was I being presumptuous? A child who isn’t even noble…”
“Luka, did you know? The Royal Academy I attended didn’t distinguish by rank—it selected students by ability alone.”
“That must have been a wonderful school!”
“It was an era when industry was advancing and the world was changing rapidly. What you could do was becoming more important than the status you were born with. So don’t be discouraged.”
Yet that too was in the past tense. That era had fallen as well.
But still.
“Now, more than ever, we live in a world where rank doesn’t matter, don’t we?”
I reached over and stroked Luka’s hair.
“When a disaster like this drags on, survival ability becomes the greatest asset anyone could possess.”
Luka’s eyes sparkled as he looked at me. They held a beautiful light.
“Survival ability doesn’t care about rank. It could make the world fair for everyone.”
Luka simply stared at me with those glimmering eyes, his mouth falling open.
“So Luka, there’s no reason you can’t attend school, and there’s no reason I can’t establish one.”
“Then… you mean…?”
“First, I’ll look into finding a tutor. We can discuss the steps for founding a school.”
“Hooray!”
Luka jumped to his feet, both hands shooting up as he let out a cry of joy. He was so thrilled he bounced on the spot.
His enthusiasm was endearing, so I ruffled his hair affectionately.
Then Charlotte approached us and spoke.
“Eve, Lady Lindsey has requested a meeting. Would you like to see her?”
Lady Lindsey was a middle-aged woman who had earned considerable trust among the survivors at Lowell Amusement Park.
She had since retired, but in her youth she had served as a lady-in-waiting to the royal household.
I took my leave of Luka and stood up.
I had a hunch that Lady Lindsey’s request for a meeting was somehow connected to the “Administrative Council vacancy unregistered” incident.
Lady Lindsey appeared to be a noblewoman in her late fifties.
This lady wielded considerable influence among the survivors of Lowell Amusement Park.
And the reason became apparent the moment one met her.
Back at Eve House, having no proper drawing room, I found Lady Lindsey waiting for me at the kitchen table.
The moment I entered, she rose from her seat.
She smoothed her skirts lightly, folded her hands neatly, and gave a bow.
Even as she raised her head, her gaze did not rise above the tips of my shoes.
“Thank you for making time to see me amid your busy schedule, Duchess.”
Though brief, every gesture carried the weight of dignity refined by long years.
“It’s the first time I’ve made a point of greeting you separately. Thank you for coming, Lindsey.”
I corrected her at once.
“I appreciate the courtesy. However, Chestwind will suffice.”
There was a difference between others calling me by my title and Lindsey calling me by it—a difference in weight I could not ignore.
So I corrected her deliberately.
“As you wish.”
We did not broach the main subject immediately.
Instead, we exchanged pleasantries—how life in the town was treating her, whether winter had brought any hardships.
I did not rush to ask why she had requested this audience.
Rather, I waited for her to raise it herself, offering gentle agreement to her stories of everyday life.
These were things I had forgotten long ago—before the Ice Age, before I had buried myself in debt.
After a time, Lindsey finally broached her purpose, her expression pleased.
“I’ve heard you’re establishing an Administrative Council.”

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