Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 231

Irene and Michael spent their days in Brewa busily.

The first day had been unfortunate—her sudden cold had left her feeling unwell.

But thanks to Michael’s attentive care, by the next day, she was able to go out and visit many shops.

‘I thought we’d buy what we needed in a day or two and be done with it…’

Technically, they had bought clothes.

The problem was that it wasn’t just a reasonable amount.

Michael was buying and ordering as if he thought Irene had absolutely no clothes at all.

He had bought so much that there was no way they could carry it all back to the fortress.

When Irene pointed out that it was impossible to take everything with them, the shopkeeper looked puzzled and casually said, “We offer delivery.”

That was how Irene learned—for the first time—that clothes could be delivered.

It wasn’t surprising, really. It’s just that she had never bought this many things in her life.

That wasn’t the only new discovery.

Once shop owners realized the two of them had money, they started rushing in with their finest fabrics.

Before they knew it, hundreds of different-colored fabrics were spread out before them.

Watching the waves of fluttering cloth, Irene thought it looked like the sea.

But even beauty, when seen too often, could become tiring.

At first, she had been in awe of the delicate, luxurious fabrics.

But now?

The initial excitement had faded.

All she could think was— That’s a pretty fabric.

She wasn’t even interested in buying anything anymore.

Noticing Irene’s lack of enthusiasm, the shopkeeper hesitated for a moment before disappearing into the back, saying,

“Please wait just a moment.”

When he returned, he was carrying a luxurious wooden box.

“Hah… This is so precious that I had planned to keep it as a family heirloom… But for a guest like you, I would be willing to part with it.”

‘What in the world is inside that box for him to be so dramatic about it?’

Curious, Irene’s eyes lit up.

Seeing her reaction, the shopkeeper smirked confidently and opened the box.

The moment its contents were revealed, Irene couldn’t stop herself from expressing her admiration.

Inside the box was a fabric unlike anything she had ever seen.

Rolled neatly in a protective case, its texture and sheen were unmistakably different from all the others.

Noticing her reaction, the shopkeeper puffed out his chest with satisfaction.

“This fabric comes from the Kingdom of Srewan. You may have heard of the artifact known as ‘The Angel’s Loom’. It’s a mystical loom that weaves only a set amount of fabric per day—and each day, it produces a different pattern and color. Securing even a small piece is a challenge, so I don’t have enough time to fully explain just how rare it is. But in any case, this was woven by that very artifact.”

He then pointed to a certificate attached to the wooden box.

It bore the royal crest of Srewan along with a date of production.

“Look here! This is the official proof that this fabric was made by ‘The Angel’s Loom’. You know this document can’t be forged, right? See here—when exposed to sunlight, these letters shimmer. And if you look closely, you’ll also see the kingdom’s—”

As the shopkeeper enthusiastically continued his explanation, Irene’s excitement quickly deflated.

Something this extraordinary…

The fabrics she had seen earlier had already been outrageously expensive.

This one was likely worth more than most gemstones.

‘I should turn this down.’

She had already ordered dozens of clothes, and the number of finished garments being shipped to the fortress was twice that.

In her past life, she had only owned three outfits per season.

‘At this rate, I’ll have enough clothes for a lifetime.’

There was no need for something as extravagant as a garment made from this fabric.

With that thought, Irene opened her mouth to politely decline—

But before she could speak, Michael spoke first.

“No need for further explanations. I like it—I’d like to see the clothing designs that can be made from it.”

“Oh! Yes, of course! I’ll bring the design catalog right away! Please wait a moment!”

Delighted by his eagerness, the shopkeeper practically skipped out of the room.

Irene, having lost her chance to protest, stared at the shopkeeper’s retreating figure before slowly turning to Michael.

But once again, Michael spoke first.

“You were about to say it’s too expensive, so you won’t buy it, weren’t you?”

“…You know me too well. Then why didn’t you stop me?”

“But.”

Michael reached for the fabric inside the box.

The cloth was a soft, elegant blue with a beautifully intricate pattern she had never seen before.

As he draped it lightly over her, he took a moment of silence to simply admire the sight.

The fabric’s color and design matched Irene perfectly, as if it had been woven specifically for her.

With a quiet, almost reverent tone, Michael murmured,

“…Something like this—you would never throw away.”

Hearing that, Irene’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Throw it away? Me? Something you bought for me?”

She had never even imagined such a thing.

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