Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 260
Because of this, Cecilia had been able to act without fear.
As long as she returned here, she had nothing to be afraid of.
A palace filled with her allies, and on top of that, the artifact vault, guarded by countless knights.
Not even death could break through this.
But now, Cecilia realized just how arrogant she had been.
She had always thought of death as something formless.
Yet here it was. Death had taken the shape of Michael, and he was coming for her.
The moment she arrived at the vault, she immediately ran outside.
Then, she ordered the knights guarding the vault to head to the banquet hall and capture Michael.
No one was surprised to see her suddenly appear from inside the vault.
They all assumed she had used the power of an artifact.
But before the knights could even set out, screams echoed from the direction of the banquet hall.
At that moment, Cecilia and the knights alike felt dread creeping in.
The banquet hall was full of knights. The Captain of the Order was there, along with the royal guards.
And yet, the screams kept coming.
Cecilia, realizing the gravity of the situation, hurled a handful of artifacts at the knights.
âBring Michael before me! Kill him if you must!â
The artifacts she gave them were all offensive-type.
With everything she had armed them with, she was certain that they would soon return, dragging Michael before her.
But the only one who came backâ
Was a knight, his face pale, his body stained with blood.
âW-We have to run! Thatâheâs not humanâŚ!â
The knight was shaking so violently that he had lost control of himself, urine staining his clothes.
When Cecilia demanded that he explain himself, he ignored her completelyâ
And fled, screaming.
Meanwhile, the screams outside were getting closer.
The remaining palace knights quickly gathered, realizing something had gone terribly wrong.
They all rushed to confront Michael.
Cecilia forced herself to stay calm.
This time will be different. This time, theyâll bring me Michaelâs corpse.
But none of them ever returned.
âWhy⌠Why is Sir Michael doing thisâŚ?â
A lady-in-waiting, who had just arrived, trembled in fear as she spoke.
Cecilia couldnât bring herself to say it.
That all of this was because of a mere Grade 10 wench.
Because of that?
Because of that worthless wench, heâs doing all this?
Meanwhile, the screams drew even closer.
Cecilia gritted her teeth.
The knights she had sent⌠they had failed to stop him.
She had once praised Michaelâs strength, but she had never imagined it would turn into this kind of terror.
And worst of all.
The screams werenât scattering.
They were coming straight toward her.
Cecilia turned and ran.
She rushed inside the artifact vault, activating an artifact that sealed the heavy iron doors behind her.
âYour Highness!â
The maids, who had been following behind, were locked out.
Their faces disappeared beyond the narrowing gap.
âYour Highness! Your Highness! Please let us in! Please!â
Realizing too late that Cecilia had abandoned them, the maids pounded on the door.
But the tightly sealed iron doors never opened.
Realizing there was no one left to protect them, the maids scattered, fleeing for their lives.
Meanwhile, Cecilia sat inside the vault, covering her ears.
And now, this was where she had ended up.
She looked around the artifact vault, where light still flickered.
It was a disaster, like a storm had torn through.
Priceless artifacts, once handled with extreme care, were now scattered across the floor, rolling among piles of gold coins.
Cecilia began searching frantically for an artifact that could protect her.
But there was nothing.
No. There had been something, but it was gone.
The other royal family members had taken them all. For self-defense, or simply to flaunt their wealth.
All of those artifacts were now lying somewhere in the banquet hall, their owners long dead.
They wouldnât have protected her anyway.
âWhat do I do now?â
There were no more artifacts that could teleport her.
If she had known this would happen, she should have run with the knights instead of hiding here.
ButâŚ
Would it have made a difference? Could she really have escaped Michael?
Cecilia stared at the solid stone walls.
No matter how inhumanly strong Michael had become, he couldnât possibly break through this.
BANG!
A heavy impact rattled the iron doors.
When the maids had knocked, the sound had been faint, barely an echo.
But thisâŚ
This shook the entire room.
She didnât even need to look.
She already knew.
The one pounding on the doorâŚ
âŚwas Michael.
