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Chapter 89.

One might say it's natural for a husband, but for me, it was quite a shocking realization.

"It's okay—that happens. It'll come back gradually."

"Hmm. You claim to be my wife? And my rival from the academy?"

Logan rested his chin on his hand and looked me up and down.

"You're much more... than I expected."

"More?"

"Ah."

He suddenly fell silent.

"Why did you stop?"

"Why should I answer?"

Wow—he really has no manners.

"Junior—I don't think talking to him right now is a good idea."

"No—we need to assess his condition."

At my words, Marcus raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine—go ahead."

I challenged Logan with a tilt of my head.

"Do you dislike talking to me?"

Logan raised an eyebrow—a crooked smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

"No—I like it. You're straightforward."

"I didn't ask for your evaluation."

"Then should I leave?"

"No—sit."

Ugh. This reminded me of the academy days—always getting pushed around by Logan.

Watching him chuckle, I shot Marcus a pleading look. Help me.

Marcus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"This is just like the academy days."

"Senior—I never actually talked to Logan back then."

"That's not what I meant—he's always been like this. You know."

Ah—I understood.

The infamous "rude Logan" era.

"Your face is exactly my type—but I find it hard to believe I'd fall for someone and even marry them."

Logan's arrogant eyes never left my face.

"Are you sure this isn't a delusion? Are you and Chairman Rutland playing a trick on me?"

Normally, I'd have called him crazy—but I felt oddly calm. I'd lost the will to get angry.

Only I had been erased from Logan's memory—he still remembered everything else, even building Acorn Village.

Wait—if his life was all about me, what's left without me?

"Right—so sometimes I think about it, Eve. What if we were switched?"

"You remember everything, and I lose my memory."

I recalled Logan's casual remark.

He'd been so against it—and now the tables had turned. Would the Logan of back then be happy now?

"Ah—I imagined it. I hate it. Cancel that."

"I thought it wouldn't be so bad, but I guess not—I don't want to lose any memory of you."

"I hate seeing you cry because of me."

No—I knew he wouldn't have liked it.

He's the kind of man who cares about my wounds too—a true lunatic.

Marcus looked anxious, rubbing his face and glancing at me. Logan's "delusion" comment had made him pale.

I spoke calmly.

"Let's think rationally—why did he lose his memory? What was that Winterstone from the snow monsters' hearts?"

I reached toward Logan.

"Can I have your hand?"

"I don't want to."

Despite the defiant answer, he obediently placed his hand on mine.

He frowned.

"What did you just do to me?"

"What are you talking about—you put your hand on mine."

"I didn't."

"Then what's this?"

Logan's face twisted in displeasure—he really hadn't done it willingly.

Strange.

Marcus, watching, said,

"Eve—you're the one who absorbs Winterstones. If Logan absorbed one from a snow monster's heart and is now obeying you—couldn't you tame other snow monsters?"

A plausible theory.

Logan frowned and retorted,

"What—so this woman can tame me?"

"Not 'this woman'—Eve."

I corrected him.

"Say it properly—Eve."

"Eve."

He repeated after me.

Clatter.

He shot up from his seat, glaring at me in disbelief.

"What did you do to me?"

I turned to Marcus.

"Seems like it's true."

Marcus burst out laughing.

"I never thought I'd see the day that bastard get tamed! Hahahaha!"

Is he enjoying this too much?

Taming isn't the point—getting Logan back to normal is.

"Your Grace!"

Clare burst into the greenhouse.

"Fighting broke out among the villagers."

"What?"

We followed Clare outside—people had gathered in the square.

"What happened?"

Clare explained.

"The construction work is in full swing, but without a leader, everyone's acting on their own. When someone steps up, others complain about being ordered around..."

The Lowell survivors weren't nobles—mostly commoners, though some were fallen nobles.

But the strain of the work had clearly frayed everyone's nerves.

I thought for a moment, then shrugged.

"Simple—Senior Rutland is good at that sort of thing."

A negotiator—and a corporate chairman.

"I can take charge."

Marcus stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"But that would make the village a vertical hierarchy—is that okay?"

"Huh?"

"It depends on what direction you want to take the village."

"Then Logan would be best—he managed a dukedom."

Marcus shook his head.

"He's not in his right mind—and even if he were, he'd have kicked out anything that made you suffer."

A plausible guess.

"I think the Duke and Duchess should decide—no one here can defy Eve's power anyway. Without her, everyone dies."

"Decide what?"

"How to appoint talent."

Ah.

While I hesitated, Logan spoke as if it were no big deal.

"Let's form a council."

I asked immediately,

"Why?"

"More people mean more complaints—you can't handle every issue yourself."

"Hmm—we could appoint managers for each area: construction, food, security, medical. Let them take responsibility—and have the council discuss important matters."

Logan looked at me with slightly widened eyes.

Even without long explanations, we quickly understood each other—heading in the same direction.

Clare interjected.

"What if the chairman abuses power?"

"The council is only for gathering opinions—the final decision is made by her and me."

Logan pointed at me and called me "her"—I corrected him.

"Eve."

"Right—Eve."

He repeated after me and frowned. Only Clare, unaware of the situation, tilted her head.

Logan's memory loss was a secret known only to Eve House residents—living together made it hard to hide.

I shrugged and told Clare,

"People feel more resentment when they think their voices aren't heard at all—than when their opinions are rejected."

Logan smiled in agreement.

"You really are easy to talk to."

This is what happens when rivals become spouses.

We'd always shared similar learning abilities and interests—sometimes to an uncanny degree.

We began accepting candidates for the council.

But unexpectedly, when it came to taking responsibility, no one stepped forward.

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