The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93
The next day.
Lindsey was appointed as head of the household staff.
Thanks to this, Lindsey’s spirits rose considerably, and with her newfound confidence, the faces of the village residents seemed to brighten as well.
“If you’ll entrust it to me, I’ll gather candidates for the Administrative Committee.”
Lindsey spoke with sudden fervor about pushing forward with the committee’s formation.
Having protected her pride, she now displayed an attitude of trusting and following whatever I said.
It was a remarkable transformation.
Her enthusiasm was almost overwhelming, and I found myself slightly burdened by it—but still, it was a relief.
And a team was assembled for ice fishing. The food stores we’d cultivated and stockpiled in the greenhouse were disappearing rapidly.
Because of this, Chippy’s mood had grown quite dark.
It seemed we’d need to expand the greenhouse as well.
I called together the original founders of Dotori Village—Logan, Marcus, Charlotte, Nathan, and Jack Harper—and held a brief village meeting.
Marcus and Nathan registered as candidates for the Administrative Committee. Ten candidates registered in total, and four would be elected as committee chairs.
After the vote, Marcus, Nathan, the Postal Officer, and the Nursing Officer were elected as committee chairs.
Marcus primarily oversaw administration, diplomacy, and budget; Nathan handled construction and security; the Postal Officer managed records and supplies; and the Nursing Officer took charge of medical care and welfare.
It felt like we’d finally lifted a weight.
But we had something more pressing than village matters to attend to.
It was analyzing Julian’s research journal.
We couldn’t simply wait for news of Graham.
We decided to conduct regular reconnaissance missions.
Logan and I would be the primary scouts.
In fact, one reason I’d established the Administrative Committee was precisely so the village could run itself while we were away.
Logan and I would need to leave periodically.
Claire and Lian were occupied with maintaining the village’s security and building defensive forces, so they couldn’t join the scouting missions for now.
The same applied to Marcus, Charlotte, Nathan, and others. Everyone was swamped with the early stages of building the settlement.
So I ended up going on reconnaissance with just Logan—something Marcus was especially worried about, though there was no real alternative.
Besides, thanks to the Subordinate Magical Stone, Logan wouldn’t do anything I told him not to do.
I could even force his actions if needed. There was no real danger.
“I think we should start from Norton and head toward the Capital Abridden.”
Logan nodded at my words.
The tunnel we’d originally come through from Abridden to Rosebrook was blocked, so returning that way was impossible.
Ah, the person who’d mentioned using the tunnel to Rosebrook back then—that was Marcus.
But now that Marcus had joined our group, there was no real reason to use that tunnel.
“The roads are all blocked. We’ll have to go around.”
Logan muttered to himself while studying the map.
[Welcome to the port city of Rosebrook.]
We were at the entrance of Rosebrook.
We had to leave the city and head toward the Capital Abridden.
“Hmm. Going through Norton seems like the safest route for now.”
It felt like we’d be taking a very roundabout way.
But there had been many landslides, and the snow had changed the terrain so much that there were no clear paths.
In the end, we decided to head toward Norton, where Crown Prince Aiden was stationed.
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[Welcome to Norton.]
Logan and I passed the sign marking the entrance to Norton.
Then the city of Norton came into view below the hillside.
The entire city lay buried under snow, pure white.
The thick snow piled on every roof had frozen hard, with many sections collapsed, and the gray stone walls were hung with icicles dozens of layers deep.
At first glance, it looked like an abandoned city from ages past.
But looking more carefully, different details began to stand out.
Faint smoke rose from chimneys, and across the white snowfield, the footprints of people formed an unbroken chain.
As we entered the city, we saw people bundled from head to toe in winter clothes lined up in front of the city gates.
Their faces were hidden behind wool hats and scarves—their expressions invisible—and no one exchanged unnecessary words.
“…The scale is bigger than I expected.”
Norton was treated as a small city, smaller than Rosebrook, but seeing it in person, it didn’t quite feel like a small town.
“It’s the Crown Prince’s base of operations, so there would be something here.”
At Logan’s words, I nodded and began recalling the details from the novel.
Norton was a logistics hub that lay at the crossroads connecting the entire Kingdom. After the Ice Age, it had only grown more valuable.
Survivors, explorers, and merchants naturally converged on Norton, making it the city where information and supplies gathered first.
‘That’s why Aiden made this place his base.’
To reclaim the Kingdom, he needed to seize the place where people and intelligence flowed most freely.
As soon as I passed through the gate, I noticed how the crowd’s footsteps naturally drew toward one direction.
We followed that current.
A wide plaza opened up in the city’s heart.
At first, I thought it was an ordinary market.
But as we drew closer, something felt off.
What lay beneath the canopies wasn’t bread or vegetables.
Pickaxes, winter clothing, thick rope, climbing hooks, lead boxes that appeared designed to store Winterstone, maps of the Snowfield near Norton with fingerprints smudged across them—
On one side, weathered backpacks, lanterns, and broken bayonets lay in rows, as though just recovered, and people crowded around them haggling over prices.
“It’s been a while.”
At Logan’s remark, I lifted my head and looked at him.
“You’ve been here before?”
“Not every time, but in many timelines, the Crown Prince made this place his base.”
The moment I heard that, my chest tightened.
“So you remember everything else, but I’m the one thing missing from your memory.”
Logan didn’t answer. He only scratched his cheek awkwardly.
I sighed and shrugged. If I wanted to recover his memories quickly, I’d have to find Julian and the Frost Heart.
“Is that really so important?”
“What do you mean, is it important? My husband lost his memory.”
“But you said he wasn’t even fulfilling his duties as a husband. What husband is he, then?”
Logan spoke flatly, tossing the words out.
His duties as a husband?
It didn’t take me long to understand what he meant.
“You really are…”
Heat bloomed across my face. But Logan didn’t even blink.
In moments like this, he seemed like a different person altogether.
“Eve, you said getting to know me anew wouldn’t be so bad.”
Logan stopped walking and turned fully toward me. He tilted his head slightly, regarding me with an impassive gaze.
“What?”
“I’m growing jealous of my past self, so let’s stop talking about it.”
“If we don’t talk about it, how am I supposed to find your memories?”
“Then give me reason not to be jealous.”
“How?”
His gaze slid down and settled on my lips. I met his eyes without answering.
Then he stepped closer.
The distance narrowed. His thick arm soon wrapped around my waist.
“There are plenty of ways. For instance, I could do something my past self never did.”
Lowering his head, he slowly brought his face to my neck.
He inhaled deeply, then exhaled a long, warm breath that tickled across my skin.
“I’m going mad. You suit me far too well.”
Logan rested his forehead against my shoulder.
“But your face already shows that you know all of me.”
I couldn’t answer.
If I opened my mouth, my heartbeat might spill out past my lips.
I loved both versions—the Logan who hadn’t lost his memory, and the Logan who had.
Only, the Logan who’d lost his memory was… dangerously intoxicating.
“Excuse me.”
Someone broke the moment, speaking to us.
I started and turned toward the voice.
Ah. The mood was perfect, and now who—!
When I turned, I saw a merchant selling goods from a stall.
I couldn’t even muster annoyance. The moment I saw his face, I recognized him.
“Connor?”
The man with a pasted-on mustache and a rumpled wig was unmistakably Brian Connor.
“We have better merchandise inside. Would you care to take a look?”
He drew us into the shop with such natural ease.
And there, I discovered Crown Prince Aiden covered in blood.

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