Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 109

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“Never let go of it. This is a real sword, so it’s extremely dangerous.”

His voice came from directly above her.

Just hearing it made her tense up unknowingly.

But that wasn’t the only reason for her anxiety. With him standing behind her, his arms reached around to grip her hands, making it feel like he was embracing her as they held the sword together.

Even so, she couldn’t simply move away. If she tried to step back hastily and accidentally dropped the sword, someone could get hurt.

Not to mention, this was his sword.

Something akin to a knight’s lifeblood.

She couldn’t allow it to fall to the ground.

“Not there. Grip it here, firmly.”

“Here?”

“Move your fingers up just one knuckle.”

Though he was guiding her, Irene’s entire body was tense as she followed his instructions and gripped the sword handle.

Unlike other knights’ swords, which often had ornate handles, his was simple—wrapped in cloth over solid wood, clearly designed with practicality in mind.

As she held it, she could feel the rough texture of the worn wood beneath the cloth.

‘How long has he been using this sword for the handle to be worn down like this?’

How many years had he carried this sword for the wood to be so eroded?

“Is this the ancient sword they kept at the temple?”

Even in the era before dungeons, objects from other dimensions had been discovered in random places. It was as though treasure chests were falling out of thin air.

The sword, which had been preserved by the temple, was found embedded in a massive tree that had lived for thousands of years in the deep forest.

After seeing part of the blade buried in the tree, a circle of woodcutters spent a month felling the enormous tree to retrieve the sword.

Their instincts were right—it wasn’t an ordinary sword. It had the supernatural ability to cut through anything it touched.

Because of this, the woodcutters fought over the sword, and all but one of them were killed by its deadly power.

The last surviving woodcutter hid the sword at home, but when his son played with it, he killed his parents and siblings with a single swing.

The sword was soon regarded as cursed and was eventually turned over to the temple.

From then on, it became the sword of the Holy Order’s commander.

However, due to its dangerous nature, it was rarely used. Its ability to cut through anything made it perilous to use for anything other than fighting monsters.

Over time, it was sealed away in the temple until Michael took it with him into the dungeons.

Afterward, the sword, along with Michael, became an object of reverence.

It was simply referred to as the ‘sword of the temple’, without any specific name. Michael’s moniker, ‘Sword of God’, was partly due to the fame of this weapon.

Though it was undoubtedly an artifact, it seemed to have chosen to serve only the most devout of holy knights.

‘Wait a minute… But I’m holding it right now?’

It was said that the sword would make strange noises if touched by someone it hadn’t accepted.

Yet, in her hands, the sword remained silent.

“Oh, that’s not the sword.”

“What? Why aren’t you using that sword?”

It was known to be dangerous, but someone like Michael should be more than capable of handling it.

“Who knows? At some point, it started to dislike me.”

Dislike him? If even someone like Michael, who was known as ‘Sword of God’, couldn’t use it, then who could?

Smiling as he spoke, Michael quickly returned to a serious expression.

“Now, focus on the sword. I’m going to let go.”