Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 250

She had lost even the clothes she had been wearing, yet he stood there, neatly dressed in the ceremonial robes of a holy knight.

No, it can’t be.

He had undoubtedly been dragged into the dungeon along with her. At that time, like her, he had been wearing newly fitted clothes.

Hadn’t she stolen glances at him multiple times on the way here, feeling secretly pleased that their outfits seemed to have been matched?

But now, he was wearing the ceremonial robes she had last seen him in a long time ago at the fortress.

When she had asked him why he hadn’t worn them recently, he had said it was because they had yet to arrive from the Grand Temple.

Yet here, in this dungeon…

Irene stopped in her tracks. Seeing her pause, Michael tilted his head slightly, as if puzzled, and asked,

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem…?”

“…That outfit. Why are you…”

“This ceremonial robe? Is that what you mean?”

Before she could say yes, Michael responded again.

“I wore it simply because I thought you liked it.”

At his calm voice, chills ran down Irene’s spine.

Michael couldn’t have lost all memory of what had happened before entering this place. So why was he acting so nonchalantly?

Moreover, this wasn’t a place where one could simply pick and choose clothing. Then where—how…?

Irene bit down on her lips desperately. If she loosened her restraint even slightly, she felt she might scream.

Forcing herself to ignore the creeping sense of dread, she spoke in a trembling voice.

“W-We need to get out of here. We have to return, as soon as possible—”

“Why should we leave?”

At his reply, Irene recalled hearing similar words before.

A long time ago, when it had been just the two of them, he had said something just like that.

For any person, it was natural to fear dungeons and want to return to their own world.

Yet Michael looked entirely at ease, as if this place was his home.

Michael took a step closer. In the next instant, his clothes changed.

Now, he was dressed in the outfit he frequently wore at the fortress—

The same one Irene had hesitantly complimented once, saying that it suited him surprisingly well.

Irene flinched and stepped back. But before she could retreat more than a few steps, her back hit a wall.

Only then did she take a proper look at her surroundings.

Even within the dungeon, she was in an unusually confined space.

The ceiling stretched high above, yet the walls boxed her in. Unless she passed by Michael, there was no way out.

Even though there was no door, the thought that she was trapped crept into her mind.

Michael clicked his tongue as he watched Irene shrink away.

She was avoiding him.

Just that fact alone made Michael’s mind burn.

How many times had he summoned new worlds since grasping the power of the ‘Impossibility’?

He had cut down every living monster, enduring through it all—because he sought atonement and because he wanted to see Irene again.

She had died alone, in solitude.

If she could smile, even once, without worry—then he would do anything.

No, he had to.

It was surely the case…

Could it be because he had endured for such a long time? New desires began to sprout in his heart, when he had merely wished to see her smile.

He wanted to walk beside her when they met again.

No, he wanted to hold her hand, intertwining their fingers firmly so that they wouldn’t accidentally slip apart.

Then, a desire to kiss her cheek, her lips, was added.

Desire never diminished. It always clung dirtily, only expanding messily.

The moment Michael triggered the Impossibility again, when the world was changing, he added another desire.

‘I wish to leave my mark on you.’

The knights he had met during past campaigns used to engrave their pair’s names on their bodies, as if happy that their partner could forever be with them.

But there were those who felt even greater satisfaction.

“Daddy!”

When he returned to the fortress after finishing a campaign, a young boy ran up to a fellow knight.

The child had a face that seemed to be a mix of that knight and his pair.

Michael could never forget the satisfaction that spread across that knight’s face at that moment.

And also, the view of his back as he picked up the child and headed towards his pair.

It was a form of happiness that he had never considered before.

As Irene watched him carefully, he grabbed Irene’s wrist, which was frozen.

Thud. Her delicate body fell to the ground with him.

There was no pain. This place was prepared by him so that she would not suffer even a slight injury.

He skillfully found his place. Before he knew it, his clothes had already disappeared.

Since Irene had not praised them, there was no need to keep them on.

Moreover, clothes would only be a hindrance to what he was about to do.

“Irene.”

He covered her tense stomach with his hand.

Even in such a situation, the body he had carefully curated was leaking with just his fingers.

He pushed a finger inside her. Though it tightened as if it had never been opened before, it was not difficult to push deep inside.

He pushed another finger inside. Irene’s moan and the splashing sound echoed from below.

Screeeeech—

A twisting sound came from afar. Perhaps the world had come to take Irene back.

That thing is cunning and will snatch Irene away the moment it finds even a small gap. Then before that…

His heart began to lift.

People often said he was a man without any greed. He himself thought he had no such thing as greed.

It wasn’t true.

All his greed was directed only towards people, so no one knew.

The miasma that had accumulated over countless times fueled his long-held desires.

He wanted to be affectionate yet rough. He wanted to help her freely do everything while at the same time completely binding even her breath to him.

A greedy and violent desire.

That was his original nature.

Always suppressed, now there was no need to hide it.

This place was a dungeon. The world of monsters. And his world.

Here, he could get what he wanted. So…

After stirring below for a long time, he removed his fingers.

Then, grabbing his already fully e***t part, he positioned it below.

The fortress had given her medicine to prevent conception. But…

If he kept pounding into this soft, warm place until it swelled and burst, might it eventually happen?

Michael’s part slid smoothly inside her.

Driven by a singular, unwavering purpose, the act of becoming one had begun.