Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 72
Translated by Elphie
Naturally, the news spread quickly. Or, more accurately, the party grabbed and told everyone they met.
“It was a good thing we joined Sir Michael’s group. We were honored to be taught by him, but we didn’t expect him to be so considerate of us too.”
Not surprisingly, more and more people wanted to join Irene’s circle. Of course, she was vague about whether or not Michael would accompany them again.
What was certain, however, was that many people wanted to break away from the Princess’s circle. Reyna and Cynthia, upon realizing this, were overjoyed but somewhat at a loss about what to do.
“At this rate, we’re going to be the biggest circle in the fortress, aren’t we?”
Saying that, the two read and organized the letters pouring in.
At first, Irene wanted to leave Michael’s side as quickly as possible, expecting the same coldness as in her previous life. But Michael treated her affectionately.
Not only that, but she found people she could call her friends who she could spend all day talking to nonstop. She also had gotten closer to the fortress maids, receiving much help from them.
What’s more, she was now recognized and sought after throughout the fortress.
While Irene had deviated a bit from her initial goal of quickly amassing money and leaving, she didn’t find the current situation bad at all. On the contrary, it was the first joy she had ever experienced.
As a child, she had been sold to the Count and raised in isolation and misery. Coming to the fortress hadn’t changed that.
She’d never been so surrounded by people who treated her with kindness..Irene now realized how addictive the favor of others could be.
‘If I leave, I’ll go back to living quietly alone.’
If that’s the case, maybe…she could enjoy the moment a little more.
“Irene.”
Just then, someone stood in front of her and called her name. It was a familiar voice—it was Michael.
“Sir Michael, you’re here,” she said.
Irene hastily organized the papers she was holding and took a step back to greet him.
Michael’s appearance drew the attention of everyone in the auction house.
“Look, it’s Sir Michael.”
“Is that the woman up front who obtained the ‘Infinite Healing’ artifact with her pair?”
Their eyes swept over Irene and stopped at her fingers. Faced with the pouring attention, Irene hid her hand inside her sleeve. The sound of disappointed whispers spread as people realized they couldn’t get a better look at the rare artifact.
If only it had ended there.
“She does look as good as I’ve been hearing about. I didn’t expect Sir Michael to be so discerning when it comes to someone’s face and body.”
“You think those kinds of looks were enough to tempt him, even if he is a paladin?”
Oh.
Irene felt a headache coming on.
Even in her previous life, she often heard such insults. Growing up in the Count’s estate, she barely had enough to eat and struggled to survive. Yet, her chest and b******s inexplicably gained some fat. Once her body started revealing curves, the male servants started sending lecherous glances her way.
Eventually, even an old merchant who frequented the Count’s manor proposed taking Irene off his hands.
It was the same when Irene came to the fortress. When it became known that Michael rarely saw her, some of the knights within the fortress started directing filthy comments at her, away from the eyes of their own purifiers.
When Irene firmly rejected their advances, they expressed annoyance.
“Why? Did the Sword of God sneak up on you at night and give you a good thrust? Well, I guess even that priest-like guy has probably checked under your skirt at least once.”
They laughed and made vulgar remarks. While Irene firmly rebuffed them, they couldn’t take their eyes off her body.
Fortunately, due to strict regulations within the fortress, they couldn’t act on their inappropriate desires openly. Otherwise, she was sure someone would have come into the room at some point during the night.
‘At least it’s less egregious than it was back then.’
Compared to the past, where such insults were a daily occurrence, Irene could easily brush off the occasional comment now.
“My Lord, let’s go inside…Sir Michael!”
Ignoring the chatter, Irene was about to suggest that they go inside the auction house when Michael approached the men.
