Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 225
At first, she naturally assumed it was her own.
But the moment she held the metal fragment the tentacle had brought, she realized something was off.
Looking closely, the first thing that caught her eye was the engraving on the metal fragment.
It was similar to hers, yet distinctly different.
Specifically, the engraving was in the opposite direction of the one on her own fragment.
For a moment, she wondered if she was mistaken, but as soon as she touched the edge of the metal piece, she was certainâit wasnât hers.
The fragment in her hand had a rough left edge.
âMine has the jagged part on the right side.â
The other three sides were as smooth as if they had been cut with a blade, but the right edge of hers was jagged.
Because of that, she had once wondered whether her fragment was part of a larger piece, or if there was another fragment of similar size that fit its opposite side.
But ever since she had first discovered it in the dungeon, she had never found anything like it, nor had she seen any records of it.
She had believed it to be the only one of its kind.
And yetâ
âIâve found another piece.â
Turning the fragment over in her hands, Irene spoke to the tentacle again.
âYouâwhere did you get this? This isnât mine.â
At her question, the tentacle stiffened in what seemed like shock.
– Oh? That⌠That canât be⌠rightâŚ?
âDid you take this from the fortress? Or from the dungeon where you were? If not, was it somewhere near here? And more importantlyâhow did you even know I was thinking about the metal fragment?â
As the barrage of questions rained down, the tentacle began sweating profusely.
It was as if it had turned all the water it had just drunk into nervous sweat.
Flailing in distress, the tentacle suddenly collapsed to the floor.
Then, it began rolling around wildly on the carpet where the sunlight streamed in.
– Agh! The daylight is killing me!
It was a painfully obvious fake act.
After flailing about in exaggerated agony, the tentacle suddenly lifted its tip and waved it, as if bowing.
– Well then, I shall now take my leave. Goodbye! Thank you for the water and salad!
With that, the tentacle darted behind the sofa faster than ever.
Irene quickly rushed over to check behind itâ
But, as always, the tentacle had vanished without a trace.
The only things left behind were the damp sweat marks it had left on the floorâ
And the completely cleaned salad bowl, licked spotless without a single drop of dressing left.
ââŚWhat am I supposed to do with thisâŚâ
Irene stared at the metal fragment in her hand.
It had said it would show its usefulness, but she never expected it to bring something like this.
âA monster with psychic abilities, perhaps?â
That would explain how it knew she was thinking about the metal fragment, something she had momentarily pushed to the back of her mind.
Not to mention, although it had a mouth, it only used it to eatâit never made any real sounds.
Even though it wiggled its body so expressively, Irene had always understood its intentions clearly.
Perhaps it had been communicating its thoughts directly into her mind.
Still gripping the metal fragment, Irene sank into thought.
âIt acted like it had been to the fortress.â
It hadnât explicitly said so, but it had brought something to her, claiming it was what she was looking for.
If it had read her thoughts, then it must have assumed the piece she was thinking about was in the fortress.
But if it brought back a different fragment insteadâ
âDid someone in the fortress have this?â
If so, did that person also have memories of the past?
Had they also died once before?
She doubted they had died at the exact same time as she hadâso then, how much of their past did they remember?
As her thoughts spiraled, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching from the hallway.
Recognizing the familiar gait, Irene hurriedly looked around, then quickly stuffed the metal fragment deep into her bag.
Knock, knock.
A moment later, the door opened, and Michael stepped inside.
âMichael?â
Ireneâs eyes widened at the sight of him.
Where in the world had he been?
His arms were full of items.
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