Holy Night: My Husband is Definitely a Paladin - Chapter 76
âYouâre quite lucky.â
âPardon?â
âAs you know, obtaining an artifact from a dungeon isnât easy. But this is only the second dungeon you chose, and youâve already found one.â
âAh, thatâs true, isnât it? I do think Iâm a bit lucky myself.â
âYes, I believe itâs exceptional luck. Of all the dungeons that appeared that day, the only one where an artifact was found was the one you chose.â
At his words, Irene held her breath.
Surely, he was just expressing surprise, but for some reason, it felt like she was being interrogated.
âThat… seems to be the case. The Stone of Silence is one thing, but more than that, the real stroke of luck must be the Infinite Healing Ring, donât you think?â
Irene smiled as she casually shifted the conversation toward the ring he had given her.
The ring she received was far more valuable than the Stone of Silence.
In fact, when it was appraised, she had nearly fainted from the shock.
âThe problem is, I donât actually benefit from it.â
Even though it enhanced her purification abilities, it didnât provide her with any financial gain. If anything, it had only drawn more attention to her, making a quiet life impossible.
Before she knew it, she had even become the head of a gathering.
âI may be lucky, but thereâs not much that can be turned into money.â
In the past, she would never have talked about money in front of him. But now, perhaps because they were on more familiar terms, or maybe because she no longer cared much about what he thought of her, it was easy to speak about such things now.
âAre you in need of money?â
âYes.â
Irene answered without hesitation.
âI have a lot of debt to repay.â
Before he could ask why she needed the money, she answered first. She didnât want to bring up her ransom to him.
âCome to think of it… If I had told him in my previous life, maybe he would have lent me some.â
Back then, she had thought of him as just a stern, rigid knight, but now, he didnât seem so closed-off.
In fact, he was probably the closest person she could turn to for help.
âI didnât even think to approach him because of all the gossip.â
There were so many people who would talk behind her back, calling her shameless just for being near him.
So, she naturally assumed he despised and scorned her…
âWhatâs the use of regretting it now?â
That life is over, and this is a new one. Besides, things arenât as hopeless as they once were.
âIf it really comes down to it, I could always ask Reyna for help.â
After this auction, she would be making a large sum of money too.
If she couldnât gather the entire amount by the end of the year, she could borrow part of it to placate the Count and then return to the fortress next year.
âMichael wonât be my pair by then, though.â
Irene glanced down at the ring on her finger.
She was now an eighth-grade purifier. While that wasnât too different from a tenth-grade one, she could at least demand slightly better conditions than before.
As Irene was lost in thought, Michael quietly observed her.
Meanwhile, the auction for the Stone of Silence had begun.
As soon as the auctioneerâs explanation ended, people began raising their hands one by one.
âThree thousand! Three thousand five hundred! Four thousand! Double! Eight thousand!â
The auctioneer deliberately raised his voice, quickly encouraging competition.
âIt needs to sell for at least twenty thousand.â
That way, even after deducting the appraiserâs fee of ten thousand gold and the auction houseâs commission, she would still net over five thousand.
But perhaps because the Stone of Silence wasnât an overwhelmingly powerful artifact, the response was lukewarm.
In the end, the Stone of Silence was sold for twenty thousand gold.
âThe same price as in my previous life.â
Irene felt a brief moment of doubt.
Some things yield the same result even when circumstances change, while other things end up differently despite similar conditions.
âIs there some kind of rule at play?â
If so, she needed to figure it out. She resolved to calmly review what had stayed the same and what had changed once she returned.
As she was thinking this, she noticed the winning bidder being congratulated by those around him.
Irene leaned against the railing and looked down.
âOh noâŚâ
As soon as she saw the successful bidder, Irene frowned.
Of all people, it had to be the man Michael had grabbed by the collar when they entered the auction house.
Luckily, it seemed he had recovered quickly. Though his clothes were still a mess, his physical condition looked fine.
âOf all people, why him?â
âI canât believe heâs the one who got it.â
At that moment, as if reading her thoughts, Michael echoed the same words.
Then he added,
âIf I had known this would happen, I would have cut off that filthy hand in advance so he couldnât participate in the auction.â