Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 125
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âHuu…â
Irene buried her face in her knees and let out a sigh.
When she lifted her head, she saw Michael emerging from the lake, where he had been washing himself.
A few hours ago, after they had defeated the monster, the dungeon, which had been in chaos, suddenly quieted down as if the monster had been the cause of all the disturbances.
The shaking and collapsing had stopped, and even the signs of the dungeonâs imminent disappearance had come to a halt.
Moreover, the presence of other monsters approaching had completely vanished.
The problem was that the exit from the dungeon had also disappeared.
Just in case, Irene climbed up the pile of debris and tried digging with her hands where the entrance should have been.
But instead of the colorful, glowing dungeon entrance, there was only solid rock.
The entrance had vanished.
âWell, if the entrance was still there, the debris wouldnât have piled up like that in the first place.â
Irene swallowed a sigh and looked at Michael.
Although he had washed in the water, it was difficult to completely clean the clothes stained with blood.
Irene stood up from her spot and approached him.
âWe should try purifying them. If we leave them as they are, the bloodstains will be too noticeable.â
âNo, purification wonât work.â
âPardon? Why not?â
Michael responded with a troubled smile instead of an answer.
Irene, puzzled, grabbed his clothes and began to channel her purification power.
The power she once didnât know how to use was now becoming more familiar to her.
She purified his clothes, hoping to restore them to a cleaner state.
âHuh…? Why isnât it disappearing?â
The bloodstains on his clothes remained.
With a bitter smile, Michael answered Ireneâs confusion.
âBecause itâs not monster blood.â
âBut it was definitely a monster, wasnât it?â
âThe moment it started mimicking me, it became me.â
The more she listened, the less she understood. The monster mimicked him, but once it did, it wasnât a monster anymore?
âItâs only natural that itâs hard to understand. But monsters are beings that canât be comprehended by the laws of our world. Itâs not strange that there could be a monster that can turn into a human being.â
âThat may be true, but…â
Thinking that the blood on his clothes was human blood sent a shiver down her spine.
âFor now, letâs rest here a bit.â
Michael said this as he sat down.
Irene sat beside him and asked another question.
âSir, thereâs something Iâm curious about…â
âMichael.â
Even in this situation, was that really important? Irene shrugged, as if to say she understood, and called him again.
âMichael, how did you know I had that dagger? And why did you specifically use that dagger? Also, when you saw that monster earlier, you didnât seem surprised. Have you seen it before? But thereâs no record of that monster in the archives.â
As Ireneâs questions poured out, he let out a small chuckle as if he found her adorable.
âWell, answering all of that will take quite a while.â
To be honest, there were other things she was curious about.
Why was it that, when Princess Cecilia approached, he had muttered her name and said it was because of her.
Why was it that, when they were fleeing, he had confidently headed straight for the exit, as if he knew the dungeonâs paths by heart.
But she felt that if she asked about those things, he wouldnât give her a proper answer, so she didnât bother to bring them up.
âIâve known about the dagger since you obtained it. Its energy is as powerful as the Infinite Healing Ring, so I could sense its presence. And as for why I used it…â
Michael extended his hand to Irene.
Realizing he was asking her to hand over the dagger, Irene quickly passed it to him.
Michael then skillfully unsheathed the dagger, as if he had used it for years, and showed her the blade.
âItâs a shabby dagger. In its current state, it probably couldnât even cut through bread. But this…â
He lightly tapped the worn blade with his fingers.
âIt has a very low chance of instantly killing its target.â
Irene was startled and pushed his fingers away from the dagger.
âThen itâs dangerous!â
