The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 19

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Holy Mage Seraphina
Episode 19
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Just a feeling.”
“…You’re not just a fan of Rozena, are you?”
“Well, maybe I am.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I glared at Cassian.
“What if it turns out Rozena actually committed some crime?”
Academy violence, something like that, and the journalist is chasing her to expose it—what then?
“Then don’t help her.”
Cassian uncrossed his legs, answering with a slow, mocking smile. He tapped his own thigh with his index finger.
“To get close to Rozena, you’d need a ticket to Opera Cernie’s performance—which is already sold out, I hear.”
He went on, taunting me.
“Do you need my help, Holy Mage?”
“Drop dead.”
I already have a ticket, thanks.
I pulled out the ticket I’d tucked carefully in my pocket and waved it.
Cassian’s eyes widened in surprise.
“How?”
“With the ability you love to dismiss.”
Madame Oblonski, the Tailor Shop’s new owner, gave it to me.
I’d handled one of her foreign clients perfectly when she brought them in not long ago.
She’d been in trouble because there was no tailor shop where the foreign customer could communicate, but look—here’s Seraphina, fluent in foreign languages, meticulous with measurements, and even perfectly brewing tea while they wait?
I sold a White Fur Coat with a lining and a Fur Hat, and in return, I got a first-run ticket to Opera Cernie’s new performance.
‘She even gave me two, to see with a friend.’
Originally, I’d planned to resell it to someone around me who wanted to see the show, pocketing a markup.
But now that things have gone this way, I’ll have to go see it myself.
“This is my ticket, acquired through my own skill, so you’ll deduct an amount equal to its value from my activity fund.”
Make a check today for the Ingrid Merchant Company bonus that’s supposed to deposit, plus the ticket price on top. I warned him with steel in my eyes.
Cassian, still sitting on the box, nodded with a low hum.
“Fair enough.”
Look at that unbothered attitude.
Did I say Cassian was insufferable?
Multiple times already?
One more time won’t hurt.
He’s insufferable.
“I wish I’d never figured out the truth in the first place. Now that I know, it’s eating me alive.”
“Then you should’ve kept not knowing.”
“I wish it were already a year from now, so I don’t have to see your face anymore.”
I wanted to never see him, never hear his name, to become complete strangers again. At my bitter remark, Cassian shook his head with an exasperated look.
“Unfortunately for you, I’m the High Priest. It’d be hard to live without hearing my name. You’d have to leave this country entirely for that.”
“Damn it.”
Why me!
I pointed at Cassian.
“Besides, you’ve barely shown up at events anyway—you’ve been practically a hermit all this time. Just keep living like you were.”
Quiet as a dead mouse.
Out of my sight.
“I need to live loudly and ostentatiously, so I’d appreciate it if you’d live quietly.”
“Usually, when someone says that, they’re the one promising to live quietly.”
“That’s not happening.”
I’m going to make serious money and spend it all while living loud and extravagant.
I’ll boast about my self-made wealth earned through all that hardship, bragging to the whole neighborhood.
“I’ll be a magnate of this era, my photograph splashed across the front page of the newspaper whenever it strikes my fancy. I’ll have a reserved seat at the finest restaurants in District One, live in a mansion protected by ancient preservation spells, and race through the streets of Roar in an open-top carriage that roars with every movement I make.”
“Pfft!”
“What, you laughing?”
“No, not at all.”
You really will need to make a lot of money. Keep it up. Cassian stood from the box, offering encouragement.
“I’ll go prepare to live quiet as a dormouse, shall I?”
She slipped on gloves over her hand, marked with red finger-bruises from where I’d grabbed her, and left the Warehouse.
“See you later!”
Tofu, still poking his face out from between the buttons of Cassian’s coat, barked after her.
Click.
The door shut, and only then, alone in the silence—
did I realize that Cassian had left without bothering to pick up the box he’d knocked over and scattered everywhere.
That bastard!
* * *
“You’ve really picked up the mannerisms of the upper echelons!”
So infuriating!
“O Divine One! Why would you entrust the position of High Priest to such a man?”
Did You judge him by his face alone? Beyond the closed Warehouse door, Seraphina’s anguished cry echoed.
“Calm down. You manage just fine as a Holy Mage without a shred of faith, so why couldn’t I become High Priest?”
Cassian had even turned back mid-step to answer her.
“That’s… that’s different!”
“Hehehehe….”
“Cassian, why are you laughing?”
“Ahahaha!”
Cassian burst into laughter as he descended the stairs again.
Seraphina’s wails from inside seemed to grow louder, but he paid them no mind.
Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III, nestled in his breast, tilted his head.
“But Cassian, why have you been teasing Seraphina like this the whole time?”
“It’s fun.”
Cautious. Suspicious. She thinks I’m fishy, so she just swings her feet without hesitation—even that readiness to act.
The immediate reactions. That’s what makes it amusing.
“Isn’t she hilarious?”
Not even a little bit.
“You think nearly getting kicked is funny?”
Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III pulled a look of pure disgust at Cassian’s masochistic streak.
“If that’s all it takes, I could kick you as much as you want—just say the word….”
“Even if you did kick me….”
“Are you undermining my combat power?”
“No. If you’re going to kick me and leave a paw print, do it on the back of my hand instead.”
Cassian, wiping away the tears that had pooled at the corners of his eyes, descended to the first floor.
“Oh, what an adorable pup!”
“Hello, puppy!”
The staff at the Tailor Shop recognized Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III when they saw his face poking out between the buttons of Cassian’s coat.
“Wasn’t that dog supposed to belong to Seraphina?”
“Have you gotten close with the puppy?”
“He likes roasted sweet potatoes.”
Cassian answered the Tailor Shop staff with an easy smile, exchanging pleasantries with each of them before leaving.
“Ah, this is too funny.”
Imagining the Holy Mage on the second floor cursing while sorting through scattered tea boxes, his laughter wouldn’t stop. Cassian suddenly stood still and looked up toward the second floor.
“I think things are going to get interesting.”
The first Holy Mage to appear in nine hundred fifty years—I wondered if someone with neither Magical Power nor even faith could really pull it off.
“Well, she’s definitely entertaining enough….”
Am I the only one who finds this funny? He asked, gently stroking the crown of Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III’s head as it emerged from his coat.
Johann (and the rest), pretending not to hear Cassian, spoke instead.
“Cassian.”
“Hmm?”
“Buy me a roasted sweet potato.”
“There aren’t any right now.”
“Grrrr….”
“Really, the roasted sweet potato vendor doesn’t start until lunch time. Look—he’s not here.”
……
“Ask Seraphina to buy you one later.”
When she’s focused on something, go bother her from the side and be a nuisance, got it? Cassian issued the instruction.
Johann (and the rest), staring up at Cassian, spoke.
“You’re going to get bitten by Seraphina doing that.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
* * *
Meanwhile, in that same moment.
The imperial capital, Roar. A mansion somewhere in the city.
Crash!
“That cursed Holy Mage!”
A precious crystal goblet shattered against the thick carpet below.
At this rate, he would need to have the carpet removed entirely, along with the table and sofa sitting atop it—but the man showed no concern whatsoever.
As though the effort required of the servants to clean it all up was none of his affair.
Crash! Crash!
“How dare she! How dare she!”
“Please, compose yourself, sir.”
“I will not compose myself!”
She had sabotaged his plan!
“I underestimated a mere girl, and now look what’s happened!”
Crash!
“The moment I tell her to stay put, she creates this catastrophe?!”
Before the fuming “master,” a dark-haired handsome man knelt down.
Broken glass pressed into his kneecaps, yet he paid it no mind, lowering his head as he spoke.
“Rest assured, sir. We handled the Ingrid Merchant Company director as a heart attack, so no one will ever connect us to the drug affair.”
“Knowing nothing changes the facts!”
The losses we’ve sustained from this incident alone—
“And if that Holy Mage interferes with our work again—”
“Then I shall step forward myself and deal with her once and for all.”
As he lifted his head, the man’s face was strikingly beautiful.
Raven-black hair framed sharp features, and his eyes burned a deep crimson.
There was something undeniably dangerous about his saturated coloring.
The handsome man brushed back his fallen hair and made his vow.
“The next time that Holy Mage shows herself, it will be her last.”

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