Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 30
Translated by Elphie
Once the sun set, he usually confined himself to the prayer room in the temple, avoiding contact with others. Sir Michael’s exceptional piety allowed him to easily dismiss most of the crude gossip with a good-natured laugh.
Yet here he was, entering her room at this hour.
‘Something must be wrong.’
Examining him again, Irene couldn’t help but wonder about something that hadn’t occurred in the past. Soon enough, she noticed a difference.
He was wearing not the typical attire of a paladin but rather the common clothes worn by other knights. Normally, he was meticulously adorned in the temple’s ceremonial robes, even going so far as to wear them beneath his armor when entering dungeons. Seeing him in those clothes stained with blood, Irene quickly understood why he was nicknamed the ‘Sword of God.’
Even when he stayed in the prayer room and fell asleep there, he used to wear priestly robes. However, the person standing before Irene now was clad in the same attire as the other knights within the fortress.
Was it because he was wearing common clothes? The Michael she was accustomed to had always seemed distant and uncomfortable to approach. But now, he appeared like any other knight.
“Is there something wrong with my clothes?”
“What?”
Surprised by his sudden comment, Irene looked at him.
“I noticed you were scrutinizing my clothes. The ceremonial robes I requested from the temple haven’t arrived yet, so I had no choice but to borrow clothes provided by the fortress.”
“Oh, I see.”
It wasn’t a significant matter, yet she felt awkward for inadvertently giving it attention.
There was silence in the room for a moment. Finally, he spoke up.
“I mentioned that I had something important to discuss… In reality, I came because I’d like to ask you for a favor.”
“From me? A favor?”
A favor, within this fortress, what could she possibly do?
“Yes. It’s something only you can do.”
The more she heard, the more puzzled Irene became. As her expression turned increasingly inscrutable, Michael swallowed briefly and struggled to speak.
“I want to ask for purification.”
In an instant, Irene’s breath caught. She couldn’t quite comprehend what she had just heard.
‘He wants me to purify him?’
In her past life, she had never heard such words. He had always rejected her as if touching her would bring instant death.
Yet now, he was seeking purification on his own accord.
Irene recalled the last purification she had performed. He had been heavily wounded, and the magical energy within his body had reached its limit.
And so she undressed and held him.
All reason gone, Michael moved according to instinct. His large, rough hands cupped her br***ts, and his firm thighs pushed her knees apart exposing her innermost parts to him.
The natural urge to survive turned him into a beast.
Some huge thing, no different from a weapon, immediately was slammed straight into her, thrusting wildly. Unable to even scream, Irene gasped for air.
But the pain was short-lived. Once she regained her breath and the boiling demonic energy within him subsided, her purification mixed with pl**sure. Beneath him, above him, and sometimes not on the bed at all.
He pinned her down like a scurrying animal, his chest against hers and their fingers intertwined. Their tongues made obsc*ne noises as they mingled with one another without ceasing.
That was the last purification Irene remembered.
“Uh…”
Unconsciously, she took a step back from Michael. The act she had done to save him, but ultimately filled her with desire, had ruined everything. There was no way she would do that purification again.
“Um, I…”
Yet, in both her past and present lives, she was his purifier. As she hesitated, Michael took a step closer. When Irene stepped back again, he approached once more. After a few more steps, her back met a rigid wall. There was nowhere else to retreat.
Leaning against the wall, Irene turned her head. She saw the bed where she had been lying just a moment ago. It was a bed made for a pair, designed to make ample room for two.
Michael’s shadow loomed close, covering Irene. Bracing herself for what was to come, she closed her eyes.
Finally, Michael said, “Could you please hold my hand?”
