Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 264
The first thing heād do once his eyes would open, heād head straight for a dungeon.
The more monster blood was spilled, the more he felt the metal fragment rejoicing.
He lost all sense of timeāhe simply killed, and killed again.
During that period, many came after him. But as time went on, fewer invoked the name of the Visconti kingdom in his presence.
A kingdom without a ruler would inevitably be torn apart by neighboring wolves. Naturally, those seeking vengeance for Visconti vanished in turn.
Meanwhile, Michael continued slaying monsters. With each slaughter, he could feel the miasma accumulating inside him.
He considered it a relief. The more the miasma built up, the less he needed to eat, drink, or sleep.
He had only one fear.
Forgetting what he was fighting for.
So long as he remembered that, he didnāt care what became of him.
The last human to seek him out was the High Priestess. She was far more aged and frail than he remembered, seemingly near the end of her life.
Upon seeing Michael, she wept.
Yet even then, Michael felt nothing.
All that mattered was killing every monster and meeting Irene once more.
Nothing else held any meaning.
***
A long time passed, until there was nothing left in the world.
Civilizations crumbled, all traces of humanity vanished, and yet he moved on alone.
No longer human at all.
No human being could endure that lengthy span.
When everything else lay in ruin, even dungeons nearly stopped appearing.
Then, at the northernmost tip of the continent, he encountered a massive distortion dungeon.
Michael knew.
This was the final bastion of the monsters he had longed to exterminate.
He plunged into the onslaught of monsters, killing them all, hoping that the Impossibility, drunk on their blood, would at last display its miracle.
He cut down every beast until only the largest remained.
That monster, before it died, used all its might to slash at Michaelās chest.
He had finally killed them all, and believed he too would die.
In that moment, the Impossibility revealed its power.
The world twisted and merged, then was remade.
When Michael came to his senses again, he was standing in the plaza of the now-lost Grand Templeā
The very place where he had met the High Priestess, before heading to the fortress, a square once filled with blossoms.
He looked around in disbelief, then sensed something amiss and lifted his shirt to check his chest.
A long, deep scar remained there, as if to say that what he had done would never truly disappear.
***
The monsters crawled slowly through the darkness.
Suddenly, their king had created an immense new space.
Naturally, they converged on it.
Made from the kingās desires, it roiled with denser miasma than anywhere else, a place where monsters could feel the greatest comfort.
They moved toward where they could sense their kingās presence.
After a long crawl, drawing near the kingās aura, something huge appeared from beyond a cliff.
Dozensāno, hundreds of tentacles shot up like a wall, blocking the monsters from advancing any further.
Why?
Whatās happening?
As the monsters hesitated, the mass of tentacles spoke.
[Hear me, I am Chomp-Chomp, the glorious first servant of Her Majesty the Queen. All of youāstand back!]
At those words, all the monsters froze.
The queenās servant? Chomp-Chomp?
[Thatās right! Itās my proud name! Her Majesty gave me a name and made me a being of my own!]
The monsters stared at the tentacle proclaiming this.
A name, and an independent existenceā¦
That alone wasnāt the only shock.
The tentacles glistened with a strange, glossy sheen theyād never seen before.
It must have consumed something incredibly precious to be so smooth and lustrous.
At that point, part of the massive swarm spoke to Chomp-Chomp.
[We wish to see the King. And Her Majesty the Queen as well.]
[No. Go back.]
[Why not?]
At that question from another monster, Chomp-Chomp bristled, raising its giant tentacles firmly, and shouted.
[Because the King and Queen areā¦in the midst of procreating!]
***
Meanwhileā
āMichaelā¦ pleaseā¦ā
Irene was struggling, trying to push away Michaelās head, which was buried deep between her legs.
