Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 4
Translated by Elphie
People watched the two with keen interest. Michael was a paladin affiliated with the temple. If he granted Irene’s request, he would break his priestly integrity and become a promiscuous, depraved man who mingled with the purifiers. If he rejected her, he would become a wicked man, forsaking someone pleading for survival for the sake of honor.
Either choice would lead to dishonor. Irene was aware of this fact, but she had no choice but to cling to him.
“Even if I form a ‘pair’ with you, I will not be receiving any of your help.”
In the end, he chose to save her.
“But to purify the dungeon’s magic…”
He immediately countered her in a cold voice.
“My divine power will somehow withstand the magic. So, you don’t need to worry about it.”
With that, he turned away as if Irene’s assistance was not needed at all. He never demanded purification from Irene afterward.
Those who initially mocked Michael started praising him again, while Irene faced scornful ridicule. A woman who sullied the paladin’s honor for her survival – that’s how they viewed her. Despite hearing such words, Irene could say nothing. It was all true.
Michael occasionally visited her, sharing the dungeon rewards without demanding purification. While he might not have known Irene’s exact ransom, the sum accumulated steadily, nearing 100,000 gold.
‘At this rate, I’ll soon be free of the Count.’
Once that happened, Irene was determined to do whatever it took to repay him.
Not long after making that commitment, a top-tier dungeon emerged in a dangerous area. Many knights and purifiers lost their lives to the onslaught of a colossal monster without having a chance to fight back. However, Michael alone survived, defeating the monster and obliterating the dungeon.
The problem was he was mortally wounded and so corrupted with demonic energy that it was impossible for him to recover on his own. That night, Irene merged bodies with him to save his life. Even though he was unconscious, his instinct to survive drove him to aggressively respond to her.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
Irene let out strained moans as his massive member relentlessly penetrated her.
“Please, please go slower… Ah!”
Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, when they f*cked like animals, Irene found herself writhing in pleasure rather than agony.
Michael spent days and days, still not fully conscious, exploring Irene’s body.
When he finally came to his senses, she saw the look on his face.
“Why are you… Could it be that I…”
Realizing that he had broken a taboo, he dressed himself immediately to flee the scene. The place where the two had spent several days together was now marked with explicit traces of their promiscuity, with only Irene left behind.
After that, Michael never visited her again. Soon after, news arrived that he had been excommunicated from the temple.
‘I…completely ruined him.’
Irene was devastated. Even if she was just trying to save his life, it wouldn’t have mattered to him.
In the meantime, the dungeons entered a period of decay. It was time for purifiers and knights to sever their “pairs” and return to their respective hometowns.
In the fortress where everyone had made into their temporary homes, Irene searched for Michael, holding the money she had received from him. Now, he had to live as an ordinary knight outside the temple. Being a formidable knight, he wouldn’t have trouble surviving, but…
‘I want to make it up to him somehow.’
She wanted to return everything she had received from him. Even if going back meant the Count would immediately sell her, it no longer mattered. Michael had spent his entire life as a servant of God, and now, regardless of whether she was trying to save him, her actions had driven him from the place he had dedicated his life to.
How she could ever atone for what she had done, Irene had no idea.
She searched the rickety fortress for Michael, but he was nowhere to be seen.
During this time, Irene unexpectedly encountered Princess Cecilia, who had always ignored and scorned her. Though normally, she wouldn’t dare to speak to her, driven by the thought of apologizing to Michael, she asked if Cecilia knew where he was.
To her surprise, the princess chuckled and, after a brief pause, responded.
“Do you see that remaining dungeon over there? Sir Michael headed in to clean it up. If you want to apologize, now is your last chance. Hurry, he probably finished clearing out all the monsters.”
Irene heard this and entered the dungeon alone, hoping to find Michael and apologize to him.
But the dungeon turned out to still have monsters, and…
‘That’s where I died.’
That was certain. It had happened. But why…
Smack!
“Worthless thing! I’d be better off selling you to a merchant!”
With a searing pain in her cheek, Irene watched the Count rage in front of her.
Why on earth?
Why was the past replaying itself before her eyes?
