The Ice Age Came And I Just Got Married - Chapter 99

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Chapter 99
But I have no intention of pulling away from Logan.
Logan sets me down on the floor with care.
“Your memories haven’t come back, have they?”
“No, they haven’t.”
“Then why are you so fixated on me?”
“When did I ever say that?”
Logan tilts his head as if confused. I let out a bewildered laugh.
“All those things you said—that I can’t escape you, that you’d chase after me wherever I disappear to—don’t say things like that.”
At my words, Logan’s brow furrows slightly.
“That’s true.”
He tilts his head again, then answers as if the solution were simpler than expected.
“I just felt like saying it. That’s all there is to it.”
I gaze up at him quietly.
Logan isn’t looking at me. He’s simply surveying our surroundings with an indifferent air, assessing the situation.
It’s genuinely difficult to read Logan’s thoughts when he’s lost his memories. What he’s thinking, what his feelings toward me truly are.
It feels almost as if I’ve returned to my Academy days.
Is this what it feels like to get to know someone all over again?
Not knowing what the other person truly feels.
And harboring the hope that their heart might turn toward me completely.
“Logan, give me your hand.”
“We don’t need to do this……”
Logan’s hand rests on mine. He looks down at me with evident disapproval.
“You already know I’ve grown fond of you anyway.”
That isn’t the point.
“The stronger you become dependent on me, the further away the chance of recovering your memories seems to slip.”
I bite down on my lower lip firmly.
I need to find the artifact soon. If I can locate the relic presumed to be the Frost Heart, then I might finally gain a clue to Logan’s lost memories.
Just then, Graham, who had been surveying the situation, approached with a grave expression.
“Eve, are you all right?”
Only then do I turn my head.
“Yes, I’m fine. And you, Graham?”
At the same moment, Aiden appears. He smiles as he wipes blood from his sword.
“I’m unharmed.”
Now I finally have a moment to look around.
The corridor, which had been ringing with gunfire just minutes before, has fallen silent as if by deception.
Guns and spent casings lay scattered across the floor, and bullet marks scored deep into the walls.
Nearly all the survivors appeared to be dead or on the verge of death.
Brian clicks his tongue as he surveys the aftermath.
“That’s truly overwhelming. To do this much against over a dozen opponents.”
“It’s best not to leave loose ends.”
At Logan’s answer, Brian says nothing more.
I examine Aiden’s wounds carefully.
“You’re truly certain you’re uninjured?”
He said he was fine just before, yet there’s blood on him—I wasn’t about to overlook that.
So I looked closer……
Logan suddenly steps in front of Aiden.
“Duke?”
Aiden’s eyes flash with confusion.
“If you’ll permit me.”
For all the politeness of his words, there’s no hesitation in his movements.
Logan gently lifts Aiden’s arm, rolls back his sleeve, inspects his wrist, then immediately checks the other arm as well.
“What exactly are you doing……”
In response to Aiden’s bewildered question, Logan pushes his cloak aside and runs his hands over his shoulder and side.
I stare at the scene in a daze.
A moment later, Logan nods and turns back to face me.
“He’s fine. No need to worry.”
I can’t fathom why he’s reporting this to me.
And right on cue, Aiden objects sharply.
“That report should really be directed at me, not at your lady, wouldn’t you say?”
Let me apologize on your behalf, Your Highness.
No. I’m not trying to invoke the Crown Prince’s authority here.
Aiden waved his hand dismissively, then his gaze swept across Logan.
This man—it’s been so long, yet he’s still the same.
Your Highness, you’re speaking casually.
Logan simply stood with his arms crossed, as if he hadn’t heard Aiden’s words, his eyes fixed only on me.
And somehow, that didn’t bother me at all.
Even though he’d lost his memories, it felt gratifying that he seemed to prioritize me above all else.
‘Just moments ago he was so anxious.’
I truly don’t understand my own heart. But what can I do when it feels right?
I’m not sure what expression I was wearing as I looked at Logan.
But Aiden, Graham, and Brian, who had been watching us, soon let out awkward coughs and made their displeasure clear.
Graham said, “It’s fortunate that Your Highness is safe. If incidents like this occur frequently, we may need to take some precautions…….”
Aiden wiped the blood from his sword with a dry cloth as he answered.
“Yes. It’s fine. I’ve been accustomed to such things since childhood…….”
The novel had mentioned it too. The King of Granden Kingdom did not favor Aiden.
Aiden was undoubtedly his biological son.
Yet the world had its share of parents who grew jealous of their own children and classified them as rivals who might steal their throne.
The King of Granden Kingdom was precisely that type.
And now I also know where that king is hiding.
In the Southern Underground Fortress.
He had revealed himself around the time the Ice Age seemed to be ending, and Aiden had sought to execute him on the grounds of abandoning his people.
Aiden replied calmly, “Compared to assassins, rabble like these are easy to handle. We don’t even need Lord Raven.”
Aiden spoke matter-of-factly and then smiled. It was a habitual smile—the kind meant to lower an opponent’s guard.
And in that moment, a voice came from behind us.
“H-hey! Over here!”
Click. Slash—
Graham drew his gun, and Logan and Aiden simultaneously unsheathed their swords.
Yet despite their urgent preparations for attack, what emerged from between the collapsed shelters was a single woman.
Cotton-candy pink hair that gleamed with bright light, golden eyes. A woman with a refined, elegant appearance.
Why is she appearing here?
She was the female protagonist from the novel Harsh Winter Chronicles.
Originally, she should have appeared in a different episode of Norton, not here.
Aiden said to me, “It seems those screams we heard earlier came from her.”
I nodded and took a moment to observe the atmosphere between Aiden and the main heroine.
The pink-haired woman was Amelia Rosalinde Ravenshare. A woman of the fallen Ravenshare ducal house who had survived until now alongside her remaining retainers.
But why was she here alone like this?
“I was kidnapped,” Amelia said.
She was still breathing heavily, unable to catch her breath. Her hands trembled, and her coat was torn in several places.
Yet her posture, spine held straight, never once collapsed.
“This morning, while I was searching the city with my retainers for food to share, it happened.”
She glanced back repeatedly toward the collapsed corridor, her eyes filled with anxiety.
As if those who had pursued her might still be nearby.
“I was suddenly attacked by survivors of the notoriously vicious Black Guild. I alone managed to escape, but they captured me and dragged me here. I don’t know where this place is or how to get out.”
Amelia’s voice wavered with emotion.
“All the people I cherished are dead. I feel guilty for being the only one to survive.”
Yet she did not cry. She seemed to understand that breaking down in tears now would be a mistake.
In the novel, this very quality of hers had won Aiden’s favor.
She was a heroine who, for the sake of survival, had completely cast aside her past as a duke’s daughter and forged her own destiny.
I recall thinking she was quite a likable character.
“My name is Amelia Rosalinde Ravenshare, Your Highness.”
She recognized Aiden at once. For a noble of the kingdom, it would have been stranger not to know his face.
“Of course, I have no intention of invoking my status at a time like this. I speak only for the sake of proper introduction.”
She bowed with courtesy, her voice wavering with distress as she did so.
I couldn’t tell what Aiden was thinking. He too was the type whose feelings were difficult to read.
He sheathed his sword and returned it to its scabbard. Immediately, everyone lowered their weapons.
Aiden said softly, “You must have been frightened.”
Instead of responding to his consolation, Amelia bit her lower lip. She seemed to be fighting back tears. Instead, she clenched her fists tightly and shook her head.
“I can’t fall apart now. The sacrifices of those who came before me cannot be in vain. So would it be all right if we stayed together just until we can get outside?”
At her words, all of us exchanged glances, watching one another’s reactions.
No, that’s not quite right. Actually, everyone’s eyes were on me.
Why are you all deferring the decision to me?
With no choice but to nod, Aiden finally spoke to her.
“We cannot leave immediately. We came this far because we’re searching for something. Will you still join us?”
“Yes. There’s no other way. I promise not to be a burden.”
Amelia Rosalinde Ravenshare’s golden eyes, glistening with moisture, blazed with steadfast resolve.
“Pleased to meet you.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
We took turns greeting her in kind. She recognized Logan at once and gasped, but quickly composed herself.
She truly carried herself like a well-bred noblewoman.
‘It would be strange for those from ducal families not to know each other’s faces.’
But Amelia’s surprise wasn’t about meeting Logan in such a place—it was about me, it seemed.
“I’ve heard rumors.”
She suddenly addressed me. But rumors? About what?
“……What rumors are those?”
“That the Countess of Cheswind, who lives in Dotori Village, practices Magic.”
No, the way she said it made me sound like I’d stepped straight out of a storybook as a witch.

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