Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 209
At those words, Michaelâs expression instantly hardened.
Seeing this, Wilhelmina laughed even louder, her voice echoing in mockery.
Consumed by a monster, she had become one herself.
And in doing so, Wilhelmina had come to know certain things.
The monsters that poured out of dungeons were part of several massive collectives, and within the same collective, memories were shared.
An indescribable vastness of memories from across time overwhelmed Wilhelmina.
Amid this overwhelming torrent of knowledge, she saw a familiar face.
Michael was within the monstersâ collective memory.
But he no longer wore the robes of the temple. Nor did he wield the Sword of God of the temple.
And that wasnât the only strange thing.
There were humans pleading for his help, yet he didnât so much as glance at them. Instead, he began slaughtering every monster in sight.
While his actions seemed like they were saving the humansâŚ
The screams of those being devoured by monsters echoed behind him, yet he never turned his head.
The monstersâ emotions regarding Michael flowed into Wilhelmina.
Fear.
And reverence.
The overwhelming violence and brutal carnage he unleashed were reasons enough for the monsters to bow their heads to him.
Wilhelmina felt confused.
What was this? This couldnât have happened. Could monsters hallucinate, too?
Meanwhile, as her humanity faded and the monsterâs nature grew strongerâ
Wilhelmina began to understand what she was seeing.
These were memories of events that had occurred in another time.
And Michael had used the greatest, most cruel, and most vile artifact, âImpossibilityâ, to undo it all.
The moment she understood this, Wilhelmina was horrified.
And the remnants of her humanity sneered at the one who had caused all this.
âThe great one. Our king. But you wonât remain here for long.â
A new world had begun again.
While some things disappeared and new things appeared during the reset, nothing could exist together as it had before.
In Wilhelminaâs mind, she saw the image of another entity approaching Michael.
A gray mass, similar to the thing that had consumed her.
âAhâŚâ
Her mocking gaze at Michael grew faint.
For monsters, even having their heads severed wasnât fatalâthere were hearts scattered throughout their bodies.
But now, the consciousness of âWilhelminaâ was rapidly fading.
Just as it had when she first died, back when she was human.
As her awareness crumbled, Wilhelmina recalled what she had learned.
The Michael she knew was not meant to exist in this world.
And so, the world itself was trying to recreate the Michael who should have been.
The gray clay-like mass was the Michael this world intended to produce.
Though it now seemed monstrous, once perfected, the Michael before her would vanishâŚ
And the new one would take his place in this world.
Wilhelmina laughed.
Once, she had both desired and resented him.
She had coveted the honor and power he possessed, believing that as his Purifier, she could share in it all.
But the Michael she desired had wanted Irene.
From that moment, she had come to hate him as much as she hated Irene.
âYou will soon disappear! An aberration in this world! Your pathetic game of love is over nowâŚ!â
The moment Wilhelminaâs severed head shouted those wordsâ
Thud!
Michael drew a different sword from before and drove it directly into her mouth, slicing sideways.
Crunch!
With a horrifying sound, Wilhelminaâs head was utterly destroyed.
This was the end of what was once called Wilhelminaâa human turned into a fragment of a monster, and a being who might have become human again.
