Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 162

Inside the dungeon, aside from the moments they took to eat and sleep, he hadn’t let her out of his arms for even a second.

Of course, he had stayed buried deep within her the entire time.

Even while she slept, she would keep him inside, and when she woke up, she would often climax immediately.

‘And yet, now that we’re back in the fortress, he doesn’t even come to see me.’

She knew he was busy dealing with the overwhelming number of dungeons that had formed alongside the other knights.

Logically, she understood this. But emotionally, she couldn’t help how she felt.

In other words…

‘I can’t help but find it so infuriating!’

Just thinking about it made her body heat up again.

And yet, here she was, left to stew while he went about his business without a care, not even coming to see her. It irritated her to no end.

Suppressing her grumbling, Irene glanced at the papers scattered across her desk.

They included a list of newly formed dungeons that had appeared during her absence, the locations of each, the names of people who had recently joined their circle, and an analysis report of a new dagger crafted by the appraiser.

To anyone who saw it, her desk might make her look like the busiest person in the fortress, the large table completely covered in documents.

Irene picked up a paper listing the dungeons.

Beside her, Reyna handed her another sheet she had picked up from the stack.

“Look at this one too. It’s another list.”

“Huh? This is also a dungeon list?”

Irene examined the new list with surprise.

“Why are there so many all of a sudden?”

“How would I know?”

Reyna shrugged, lifting her hands as if to say she was just as clueless.

Irene pressed her hand to her forehead.

“No, that’s not what I mean…”

She understood that the number of dungeons tended to increase as the weather warmed up.

But her comment was about the sheer difference compared to her previous life.

‘I remember this clearly. Today marks exactly three months into the year, so the quarterly report has been released.’

She had memorized the number of dungeons that had appeared from the beginning of the year to this point, sorted by grade.

But compared to her previous life, the number—except for high-grade dungeons—had increased by nearly 1.5 times.

“The fortress staff mentioned something similar. They’re saying there’s been an unusually high number of dungeons this year.”

Then, Reyna continued as if joking,

“At this rate, the whole world might end up filled with dungeons.”

“……”

Though said in jest, Irene couldn’t bring herself to laugh.

Up until now, the only major difference between this life and her previous one had been the discovery of artifacts.

But the number of dungeons had changed so drastically.

‘If this pace keeps up…’

Soon, it might genuinely surpass the capabilities of the fortress’s pairs.

“No wonder Michael has been so busy.”

With this many dungeons forming, it made sense that he was running himself ragged.

And here she had been, sulking about him not coming to see her.

Just as she was starting to feel a little guilty, Reyna gave her a pointed look.

“What is it?”

“Sister, did something happen between you and Sir Michael in the dungeon?”

“What? Uh, no? Why are you suddenly asking that?”

“Well, before you entered the dungeon, you seemed to have trouble calling him by just his name, but now you do it so easily.”

Reyna chuckled, saying she could never imagine calling Felix anything but ‘Sir Felix’.

“Well, I guess… we just became closer after facing so many dangerous situations in the dungeon. That’s all! Nothing special happened!”

Flustered, Irene began fanning herself with the paper she was holding.

At that moment, a voice came from behind her, along with the sound of approaching footsteps.

“We certainly have gotten closer, as you said.”

Startled, Irene turned around to find Michael standing there, still showing signs of having just emerged from a dungeon.

With a bright smile, he added,

“But nothing special happened, hmm.”

The moment Irene heard his voice, she knew.

Michael…

‘…is sulking?!’

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