Home/The Ice Age Came? And I Just Got Married?!/ch 82

Chapter 82.

Haywood survivors quickly raised their guns—but Clare, Leon, and Logan disarmed them in an instant.

Hmm—seeing this, we could just handle things ourselves.

But I had a reason for involving the other factions.

I need to put them in debt.

Among us, Acorn Village was the smallest—the worst off in a numbers game.

"Alright—listen up. I'll keep this short."

Everyone turned to me—their eyes filled with suspicion, wariness, and outright distrust.

No matter how modestly I was dressed, I still looked like a powerless noblewoman.

And I'd just been coughing up blood.

Their disapproval was only natural.

Ignoring their stares, I raised my hand.

Flash—

Snow flowers bloomed from my fingertips, swirling through the air. The frost scattered like petals, tracing patterns across the floor.

Everyone fell silent.

"That monster won't die unless you remove the Winterstone embedded in its heart."

I scanned the crowd.

"Can any of you kill that thing alone?"

No one stepped forward.

"I've frozen its legs to restrict movement—but it won't last long. We have about thirty minutes. We need to bring it down within that time."

I slowly looked around.

"You don't have to follow my orders—but if you don't, you'll be the first to die."

Their gazes sharpened—but no one objected.

I took a breath.

"I'm proposing that we cooperate—just this once."

The survivors exchanged glances. Some nodded in agreement.

After a brief silence, the Haywood leader spoke, arms crossed.

"Which faction are you from?"

"Acorn Village."

I answered without hesitation. A strange silence followed.

"Now—I think this is a good time to introduce our village."

It was Marcus who broke the silence.

The people who had been growling at each other moments ago naturally turned their attention to him.

With a relaxed smile, as if introducing guests at a social gathering, he stepped forward.

"This is the Duke and Duchess of Cheshwind. I'm the Chairman of Rutland."

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

"And this is the Earl of Everhart, and Lieutenant Wayne and Sergeant Faulkner of the Rosebrook Navy."

The survivors, who had been openly hostile, now looked at us with fresh eyes—their faces drained of color.

"Damn—you should've started with that."

"Hah—what kind of lineup is that?"

"What was the village name? Dot Village?"

"Acorn Village—damn."

"No—that can't be right. How can a shelter be called Acorn?"

That's harsh—coming from Orange Market, no less.

"Unlike the clown monkey, this one's too big to blow up—so we'll need to divide roles."

As the meeting began in earnest, Marcus contributed the most—fully displaying his negotiating skills.

We finished the discussion in ten minutes, and I released the ice holding the snow monster as promised.

At the same time, everyone moved to their assigned roles.

The sun had fully risen.

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Marcus genuinely couldn't understand Graham.

Unlike Eve's parents or Julian, Graham hadn't actually disappeared—he'd just gone abroad.

So why had he been out of contact? Whenever pressed, he'd evade with "I can't talk about it in a crowded place."

Pew— ping—

Haywood's snipers fired in rapid succession. Bullets pierced the Snow Titan's eyes with perfect accuracy.

SKREEE—!

Thrashing in agony, the Titan's arms swung wildly.

"Now!"

Orange Market survivors hurled explosives.

BOOM—!

A chain of explosions tore into the Titan's right knee.

Its massive body swayed—but not enough to topple it.

Just then—

"Pull!"

Tony shouted—his team, acting as field engineers, split to both sides.

They yanked the thick steel cables wrapped around the Titan's ankles.

As the cables tightened and pulled upward, the Titan lurched forward.

"Now—stakes!"

Tony's team raised their hammers and charged the fallen Titan.

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

Steel stakes as thick as wrists pierced through the ice and deep into the ground. The cables were firmly fixed.

They darted around the Titan's limbs, driving in stakes one after another—like hunters taking down a giant.

"Anchors secure!"

With a roar, the Titan's body convulsed.

CREAK—!

The taut cables groaned, straining to their limits—several stakes bent under the force.

But its movements were clearly slower than before.

I pressed the handkerchief to my streaming nosebleed and watched—then turned to Logan.

"Logan—our turn."

His gaze deepened—bloodlust sharp as a blade in his crimson eyes.

He seemed irritated—but smiled as if he'd found an outlet.

"I've been waiting."

He was smiling, but his eyes weren't.

He held a thin sword borrowed from Tony's group.

Then his foot kicked off the ground—only a delayed explosion marked his trajectory.

The pent-up killing intent had finally found its edge.

CRASH!

In one leap, Logan landed on the Titan's shoulder and swung his sword without hesitation.

SWOOSH—!

White fur scattered through the air.

The Titan twisted frantically, swinging its arms—but Logan had already leaped to the opposite shoulder.

"Lieutenant Wayne!"

Marcus called out. Clare was already moving.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Three pistol shots rang in succession.

The bullets didn't hit the Titan's face—they struck its elbow and wrist joints, precisely disrupting Logan's path.

CRASH—!

The Titan's arm swung wide, just missing Logan's head.

Next was Leon. He rolled behind a stone pillar and reloaded.

Without losing track of the Titan's movements, he kept firing.

BANG!

BANG!

First the knee—then the ankle—then the wrist. Each shot aimed only at the joints.

Then Marcus waved toward Tony's group.

"We need to keep it off balance!"

At his command, Tony's group moved in unison.

I watched them, quietly thinking.

How do we pierce its heart?

The Winterstone inside the Titan was deep within its chest, behind the ribs.

To kill it, we'd have to pierce through thick hide—and then the heart.

I looked down at the blood-soaked handkerchief—already damp.

Logan was using a spare sword from Tony's group—not his Goldstone-enhanced greatsword.

This is our only chance.

I couldn't guarantee my body would hold up if I pushed the Winterstone power further—but just opening a path to the heart was enough.

I reached out my hand.

In an instant, a solid ice spear formed above the Titan's chest—about two meters long, thick enough for a man to barely grip with one hand.

Everyone looked at me.

"Eve."

Logan, still on the Titan's shoulder, turned and shook his head—"don't."

He misunderstood.

I only made it.

You're the one throwing it.

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