Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 302
TL: Elphie / PR: Marm
The endless sensation of falling vanished in an instant.
“You created all of this.”
Her voice was filled with loathing. The laughter grew louder, slithering through the darkness.
Irene recalled the worlds she had seenâworlds soaked in blood. Because Michael had to create them over and over again in his search for her.
Once he had fully succumbed to the abyss, he had fought against the Impossibility to some extent. But in the end, he had always given in, slaughtering monsters as the Impossibility had wanted.
âWhyâŚ?â
Her throat tightened.
“Why Michael?”
The thing that had slumbered for so long in the treasure vault of the Visconti Kingdom.
Why, of all people, had it appeared before Michael?
But instead of an answer, only louder laughter echoed through the space.
At that momentâ
[Your Majesty!]
Chomp-chompâs voice rang out right beside Irene.
At the same time, the laughter abruptly stopped.
Even the Impossibility seemed startled by Chomp-chompâs voice.
Irene frantically scanned her surroundings. But there was only darkness. Yet, despite the void, she could still see herselfâher hands, her legs.
Then, she noticed something rustling inside her bag.
[Your Majesty! Open this, please!]
Irene quickly unfastened her bag. The moment she did, a long tentacle shot out as if it had been forcibly contained.
[Huff, huff⌠I barely managed to follow you.]
It wasnât just Chomp-chomp that emerged from the bag.
Gripping onto Chomp-chompâs body, the Hand of Appraisal also revealed itself.
Had it been difficult for them to get here? Both Chomp-chomp and the Hand of Appraisal were drenched in sweat.
Stretching out its tentacle even further, Chomp-chomp shouted into the void.
[Impossibility, you bastard! Just because you have some special ability, you think youâre all that? The only reason His Majesty let you be was because of your power. Otherwise, youâd have been the first to be obliterated! If we’re talking about monster rank alone, Iâm just as strong as you!]
At Chomp-chompâs outburst, a faint chuckle echoed from the darkness.
The Impossibility was still laughing at them all.
A clear message was embedded in that laughter. So what? What could you possibly do to me?
Watching the scene unfold, Irene murmured,
âWhy is the Impossibility doing all this?â
At that, the Hand of Appraisal, still gripping Chomp-chomp, crawled up onto Ireneâs arm.
Then, with its fingers, it began tracing letters in the air.
It simply sought something that would desperately struggle for its own existence, purely for its own amusement.
At the words written by the Hand of Appraisal, Irene bit her lip.
She thought of Michael, of how he had fallen into despair time and time again, yet still fought relentlessly against the monsters.
It had sought someone desperate, and that was why it had chosen Michael?
It had certainly picked the most fitting candidate.
A grinding noise came from Ireneâs clenched teeth.
âAll for its own amusement.â
Had it really forced Michael to endure such an eternity of suffering for such a trivial reason?
Just then, red letters appeared in the airâletters formed from dark magic.
Even though she had never seen such writing before, Irene instinctively understood its meaning.
[ Do you want to bring Michael back to life? ]
The moment she read those words, her breath caught.
Michael had been erased. Yet the Impossibility was now claiming it could bring him back.
ââŚYou can do that? How?â
She should have asked indifferently, as if it meant nothing.
But her voice betrayed her. It cracked, unable to hide the emotions surging within.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
Short bursts of laughter rang through the air once again.
[Because he was erased, his resistance has weakened. That means I can finally influence him now.]
Before Irene, two shards of metal suddenly floated into view.
The Impossibility had revealed itself.
[If you do as I say, youâll be able to meet the one you long for again.]
At those words, fire flashed in her eyes.
[Do you want to?]
The question was spoken as innocently as a child asking to play together.
Yet beneath that playful facade, pure malice and cunning were interwoven.
At that moment, Irene realized why the Impossibility had waitedâwhy it had let her see all of Michaelâs memories first.
It had wanted her to mourn for him, to feel the depth of his suffering.
Because in the end, Â the Impossibility was simply trying to create another desperate soul.
The Impossibility wavered slightly as it floated before her, exuding an air of absolute confidence. It seemed to have an unshakable belief that she could never refuse its offer.
Ireneâs body trembled. Slowly, she raised her hand and placed it atop the Impossibility, as if to accept its proposition.
Mad laughter erupted through the space, filling it completely.
At the very moment, the Impossibility reveled in the certainty of its next grand amusement.
âNow that I think about it,â Irene murmured.
Ireneâs eyes gleamed.
âI believe thereâs another way to find Michael.â
