The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 1

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The Magical Saint Seraphina
Episode 1
I’m a thief.
But I’m also a saint.
Does that make sense?
‘Cute and sexy men’ don’t make sense either, and yet they exist anyway.
I’m like that.
“Stop right there!”
Here he comes, right on cue. The cute and sexy man.
“I said stop, Magical Saint!”
“Ugh.”
No time to even complain.
I hurled my wanted poster at him and launched myself off the roof.
“Aren’t you listening to me?!”
This guy chasing me from behind with that look on his face—he’s got a serious temper…….
If he catches me, I’m dead.
“There she is!”
“Don’t lose her!”
And now the Capital Guard Corps was pouring out of the alley behind me.
Forty men just to catch one person.
“Marksman! What are you doing! Fire!”
“But Captain, that’s a Beast Rifle!”
“Just shoot!”
Click!
“Are you insane?”
After this is over, I’m filing a hazard pay claim with the Temple. Definitely.
Cursing under my breath, I bounced across the rooftops of the tightly packed buildings in sequence.
Click-click! Bang!
“Fire!”
“Aagh!”
I swung the Boing Hammer strapped to my back and deflected the bullet.
The bullet that struck the hammer transformed into a lollipop.
Whoosh!
“Yeow!”
The guard captain who took a lollipop to the head from the cascade that tore across the night sky winced.
“Again! Fire!”
Bang!
“Got her!”
No, you didn’t!
“Wait, she’s still running even though we hit her!”
You didn’t hit me!
“Continuous fire!”
“Ahead!”
“It’s a dead end!”
“Turn around!”
“The distance is widening!”
I kept running until the guard corps pursuing behind me began dropping out one by one.
“Huff, huff….”
Is that enough? I glanced back.
Twang-
“Ow!”
Twang- Pang-
“Ow! Eek!”
Sharp rubber whizzed past me and I lurched forward in a panic.
When I came to my senses, I was on top of the Clock Tower in the Plaza. The hour hand I had broken when I’d dangled from it not long ago.
“…….”
A dead end.
The only person who’d managed to follow me this far—the cute and sexy man—lowered the slingshot he was holding.
I’m grateful it’s a more humane weapon than the Beast Rifles those guards were firing at me.
“That’s as far as you go, Magical Saint.”
Since you’ve been kind enough to chase me this far, wouldn’t you consider calling it quits here?
“You’d do well to surrender peacefully. Then I might see fit to reduce your sentence.”
“…How much of a reduction are we talking?”
“One second.”
“Are you joking?”
“I don’t joke. Not with perverts who prance across rooftops in cheap skirts.”
His gaze fell upon my skirt, dripping with disdain.
A gust of wind chose that moment to arrive, sending the pleated skirt—which barely covered mid-thigh—fluttering upward. The man’s expression darkened in silent disapproval.
“Sigh.”
“…”
I’m sorry, truly.
“Behavior like yours—flying through the air in such clothing—sets a terrible example for growing children. I’m placing you under arrest for Public Indecency Crime.”
“No…!”
I didn’t want to wear this either!
What was I supposed to do about this inherited Magical Saint Combat Uniform? If you want to complain, take it up with my Senior Magical Saint predecessor from 950 years ago!
“You’ll have plenty of time to repent in a cell—in long pants.”
The man lowered the slingshot in his grip and leaped forward, scaling the Clock Tower where I stood in mere strides.
“Magical Saint Sena, I’m placing you under arrest for Public Indecency, Public Property Damage, theft, assault, and several other charges…”
“Damn it.”
I shuffled backward, faltering.
Whoosh.
“!”
“!”
The skirt that had been fluttering relentlessly in the high winds caught on a sharp protrusion of the Clock Tower’s ornamentation.
“No…”
No, if it tears—!
This uniform has Face Recognition Disability Magic woven into it…!
I didn’t have time to explain!
The truth is, this adorable, devastatingly handsome man and I actually know each other!
If the magic breaks—
‘He’ll recognize me!’
But it was already too late.
“Got…!”
“Got her!”
“Captain Arden has captured the Magical Saint!”
“Wait… but right now…”
“The Magical Saint—was her hair color always…?”
The guards who had arrived at the base of the Clock Tower began to murmur among themselves.
It was changing.
My hair color was returning.
The eyes of the man standing before me widened in shock.
“You…”
I was finished.
Heavens above.
Was I really going to prison like this?
–Magical Saint Seraphina–

Chapter 1. By Day, an Ordinary Costume Shop Employee; By Night, a Magical Saint!🐶
Three months earlier. In the imperial capital of Luar. At 36 De Marcy Street.
“Excuse me! When exactly will my hat be finished?”
“…You mean the hat you dropped off ten minutes ago?”
“I bought the floral embellishment for my dress, and you people said to pick up the order here.”
“Yes, may I see your receipt?”
“You didn’t give me a receipt. I never got one.”
“…Ma’am, the object you’re holding in your hand right now is our receipt from this shop.”
Scrooge Costume Shop—part haberdashery, part hat maker, part tea house.
A five-story lavender building teeming with customers from seven in the morning until eleven-thirty at night.
Women preparing new dresses for weddings, minor nobles sipping black tea while waiting for their carriages, merchants up from the eastern provinces, academy students, foreigners…
All these diverse customers shared one thing in common.
Namely.
They seem not to realize that the person right in front of them is just like themselves.
“No, I need to catch a carriage to the train station in three minutes, so why are you buying clothes now! And then you act like you’re going to miss the carriage because of me, so hurry up and wrap it already, you’re being so irritable and annoyed…….”
“Did you see that couple earlier? They both went in to change clothes and took so long coming out, so I opened the door and inside they were…….”
“What? Kissing?!”
“What? While rolling around?!”
“Insane!”
These people seemed oblivious that the costume shop attendant helping them with their shoes and zipping up their dresses actually had eyes, ears, and a mouth to speak with.
Though sometimes, being treated like an inanimate object had its advantages.
“So when exactly are you getting divorced!”
Like right now.
The tea house on the third floor, where customers who’d bought outfits on the first floor would rest while waiting for alterations.
The word “divorce” from the man and woman sitting among the other patrons—the ones I’d caught earlier in the fitting room, tangled together and making those sounds, clearly lovers—made the entire tea house fall silent.
I exchanged a meaningful glance with my coworker, who’d been wiping down the teapot.
‘An affair, apparently.’
‘They’re getting a divorce.’
“Listen, honey, I explained everything to you last time. If we divorce now, my company and all the assets go to your mother, and I’m left with nothing. Do you really want to see me become a beggar?”
“Sniff. Well, no, but…”
“Just stay quiet and prepare yourself for motherhood while you wait, and I’ll handle everything. Would I ever lie to you or to our precious child?”
‘P-p-p-pregnancy?!’
And they have a child too?!
I nearly dropped the plate I was holding in shock.
Good reflexes saved it.
Ellie, the youngest attendant standing next to me, wasn’t as fortunate.
Crash!
“Oh! I’m so sorry……!”
“…….”
Instead of the woman glaring silently at Ellie, the man flashed what he clearly meant to be a charming smile.
“It’s fine, miss.”
“Thank you…….”
“This is my first time seeing you here—you haven’t worked long, have you?”
“Ahaha… Yes….”
“A week? Two weeks?”
“Um….”
“Come on, just tell me. How long has it been—three days? Four? How old are you?”
Is this guy insane?
He’s hitting on the staff right in front of his mistress.
Look at that—the woman’s expression is darkening.
I stepped in before the Unfaithful Woman could start in on innocent Ellie.
“Excuse me, I believe the alterations on your garments should be finished by now. Would you like to head downstairs? I’ll help you with the final touches.”
The woman, who’d been about to lash out at Ellie, turned her gaze toward me instead.
I offered the most harmless smile I could manage.
“Or would you like more tea?”
“Don’t you see the cup is full?”
“Ah, of course.”
“Never mind—just clean this up.”
She flicked the napkin in her hand toward me.
I kept smiling.
‘Haha. Can’t quit, so haha.’
While the woman was downstairs trying on her altered dress, she continued to sulk and complain about her mood.
“Would you like help changing…?”
“I don’t need it.”
The woman, having grabbed the dress, carelessly started inserting her leg first while standing in the middle of the shop where other customers were browsing.
“If you put your leg in like that, it’s dangerous….”
“Aaaah!”
I told you it was dangerous.
I quickly caught her with both hands as she began to topple backward, lifted her body straight up, and extracted her from the dress.
With both feet dangling in the air, the woman let out an even louder shriek than before.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“…Oh.”
Oh dear.
I’d made a mistake.
I should have pretended I couldn’t lift anything over thirty kilograms.
I set the woman down hastily.
“My, you’re wonderfully light! Like a feather!”
I threw out praise that seemed tailored to flatter unfaithful women, hoping to slip away.
“W-wait, you just now…”
It didn’t work.
‘What do I do?’
Just as I was searching for an escape.
A deep voice cut through.
“Why are you trying on dresses here? You’re going to kick up dust.”
Quiet but clipped, the sort of voice that belonged to a handsome man.
And from behind came the man whose face lived up to that voice.
“Are you using the costume shop alone?”
He asked, his tone sharp.

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