The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 37

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Chapter 37
Meanwhile, outside.
“Stop!”
“No!”
“I said stop!”
“I said no!”
Arden and I were locked in a tug of war.
“Why won’t you just stop!”
“Because you’ll catch me if I do!”
It sounded childish, but we were deadly serious.
Our words were clipped because we were both gasping for breath.
It wasn’t that we were being immature.
‘This is insane!’
I couldn’t escape because Arden had latched onto my ankle, and if I shook him off too roughly, he’d tumble right off the roof below!
A fall from here meant at least a fracture, and he didn’t seem to care one bit!
‘No, wait—’
Wasn’t Arden fastidious about cleanliness?!
Yet here he was, clinging to my bare foot with his bare hands!
How desperate was he to catch me?!
But I didn’t want to be caught!
“Why won’t you listen when I tell you to stop?!”
“Take off that pigeon feather you’ve got jammed in your hair!”
“Did you make earmuffs out of leftover fabric meant for your skirt?!”
Were we really hurling insults at each other right now?!
“Let go, let go!”
“I can’t let go!”
“Sir Arden!”
In the midst of our struggle, a Capital Guard leaned out through the reception room window.
He looked me over—clutching The Boy Dancing Ballet to my ribs, barely a step away—and then at Arden hanging from my foot, measuring the distance between the window and the roof.
“Allow me to assist! Here I go!”
Deciding he could manage it too, he hurled himself out without hesitation.
“I shall catch you, Magic Saint!”
Of course, the middle-aged man with a considerable belly couldn’t land on the roof as gracefully as Arden and I could…….
His fingertips barely caught the roof’s edge before he began to slip.
“Aaaaaahhhhh!”
He shrieked as he fell.
“Oh no!”
What was this guy doing!
Sir, please don’t try to help!
“Someone save meeeee!”
“Hmm.”
Arden watched the man thrashing as he clung to a protruding architectural feature on the outer wall, then released my foot and threw himself into action.
With moves that bordered on acrobatic, he twisted his body in mid-air.
He grabbed the man by the collar and hurled him through an open window—and the servants who’d been peering out caught the flying man as he came through.
Complete chaos.
We had to leave—now.
“This way!”
Tofu, already far ahead, gestured urgently toward me.
“Hurry, hurry!”
I bolted in the direction Tofu pointed.
“Magic Saint!”
Arden, who had just saved the guard and was now sprawled on the ground, shouted after me.
“My name is Arden, the Emperor’s knight appointed to capture you!”
I glanced back without slowing my pace.
“Remember my name! You’ll be seeing me again soon!”
“That Facial Recognition Obstruction Magic is remarkably effective. To be standing right in front of him and not recognize him at all.”
“Indeed.”
I replied to Tofu’s remark and slowed briefly.
Before leaping to the next roof, I looked back at Arden.
“Are you listening?!”
With pigeon feathers still stuck in his hair and shouting at the top of his lungs like that, I don’t know why I keep laughing.
‘A minute ago he was acting like such a grown man. Now look at him.’
He’s kind of adorable, isn’t he?
The air kiss I blew was an unconscious gesture.
Arden flinched at the kiss.
He bolted upright and drew his sword.
“Pervert!”
“Wait—!”
I need to get out of here!
“Why can’t I? Everyone else has one! If I don’t have a Border Collie, I can’t compete in the competition! Waaah!”
“Miss… with the family circumstances as they are right now, asking your parents for a dog at a time like this won’t make them happy. Please be patient a little longer.”
Slap!
“Shut your mouth! Who do you think you are, talking about our family situation?! A maidservant who eats because of my parents!”
“I’m sorry, Miss.”
“Ugh, I’m so frustrated.”
“…….”
“It’s so hard to live these days. Father’s always angry, Mother’s always crying. Even Grandmother keeps whining at me about what to do.”
‘Well, the house is ruined, so what do you expect, you spoiled little brat.’
“Just days ago, when we took that family photo, things were good.”
“Yes, they were.”
“That day was truly the best day of my nine years of life, and somehow it became like this… huh?”
The Magic Saint!
The little one sitting on the bed, kicking her feet sulkily, cried out.
She abandoned the Magic Saint’s Magical Mallet she’d been swinging wildly—whether or not she hit the maidservant in front of her—and rushed toward the balcony.
The maidservant, who had been kneeling before the child trimming her nails, quickly raised the nail scissors.
In the few seconds it took me to age a decade worrying the sharp scissors might prick the young mistress’s feet, the child had flung open the door to her balcony and leaned her upper body over the railing.
Toward the picture falling through the empty air.
“It’s a gift from the Magic Saint! She’s giving it to me!”
“Miss! That’s dangerous!”
“Let go!”
Smack!
“You’ve really been annoying me from way before! I’m going to tell Mother to fire you!”
I can’t just ignore this.
I turned back, abandoning my plan to hand over the picture and leave.
“See this? Our family is so kind that the Magic Saint gave us a gift!”
I placed a hand on the shoulder of the Golli Family’s only daughter—the teacher’s child, the maidservant who looked twenty years older than her, having her hair torn out by the little girl.
“Magic Saint!”
The child’s face lit up as she turned to me.
“Saint! Did you come to help our family?!”
She’s so delighted she doesn’t know what to do with herself.
She’d never dream I was that costume shop employee from before.
I bent down to meet the child’s eye level and spoke.
“Do you like me?”
“Yes! I like you so much!”
You’re so pretty, Saint! Even prettier than Rosena!
“You’re my fan!”
“Hmm.”
“You came to save our family, didn’t you? Because we’re good people?”
I removed the child’s hand as she tried to touch my hair freely.
“You’ve got it wrong. It wasn’t me who saved you just now.”
“What?”
“You almost fell over the railing, didn’t you?”
I pointed the Magical Mallet toward the railing.
The gap between the railings—far wider than the child’s small body.
If the maidservant had been any slower, she’d have plummeted.
“It wasn’t me who saved you. It was the maidservant you were just kicking and pulling by the hair.”
“…….”
“Don’t just brush past this thinking ‘Well, she’s a maidservant, so of course.’ Thank her properly. If you don’t, you’ll end up just like your parents.”
And someday, you’ll face the consequences of living that way.
And who’s to say there’ll be a Magic Saint there to help you next time?
She alternated winks between the slack-jawed child and the wide-eyed maidservant, then finally turned to leave.
“Oh, and.”
“Yes?”
“Your whole household has no shame whatsoever!”
Not a shred of decency!
“Show some conscience!”
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[The Stolen The Boy Dancing Ballet — Where Has It Gone?]
[Golli Family: “Actually, We Possess the Authentic The Boy Dancing Ballet”]
“Baron Tram has found himself in quite an awkward position.”
“Indeed. If he now admits that the painting he received as a gift is authentic, while the one in Golli’s possession is the one he stole from the Magic Saint, he must also acknowledge that he accepted a favor in exchange for the painting.”
“And if he continues insisting it’s a forgery?”
“Then he’ll have to let her take the painting by force.”
“Since the stolen one is a forgery, while Golli’s painting is the genuine article.”
“Either choice leaves him at a loss.”
“Meanwhile, Golli can sell The Boy Dancing Ballet and pay off his bank debts.”
“The Magic Saint used her head well.”
“To scheme this elaborately… she must truly possess noble blood.”
Late evening, the gardens of the Golli Mansion.
After a night of driving the maidservants, they’d moved dozens of chairs and erected an oiled canvas tent to create a press conference venue.
The Golli couple, their faces brightened in a single day, stood before the reporters.
Particularly Isabel Golli, a former Regular School instructor still deeply invested in her children’s education, wore a luminous expression.
“Well, we have no idea where the forgery the Magic Saint took — The Boy Dancing Ballet — has ended up. The painting we possess is authentic.”
“We’ve kept it hidden as a family heirloom, showing it to no one. But circumstances have become difficult, so we’ve decided to bring it before the world.”
“It would be fitting for Baron Tram to purchase this genuine piece in place of the stolen forgery.”
“Sniff!”
Isabel Golli drew out a handkerchief and dabbed at the corners of her eyes.
“I want you all to understand. In our dealings with Baron Tram, we have always been the weaker party…”
When one side holds a superior position…
“We endured unfair treatment, yet could not even open our mouths to protest…”
The reporters dutifully transcribed Isabel Golli’s words that followed.
They clicked their tongues in sympathy.
“That’s right, it shouldn’t be that way.”
“It’s a matter that directly affects their livelihood…”
“And they wielded their power knowing full well how great it was… that makes it even worse.”
Then.
“A complaint! A formal complaint!”
“A complaint?!”
All eyes snapped toward the messenger who had burst into the conference venue.
“Did Baron Tram send it?!”
“He couldn’t possibly! On what grounds?!”
“Then who?!”
Sensing a story, the reporters’ eyes gleamed with interest.
Unable to wait, one journalist snatched the complaint from the messenger’s hands and climbed onto a chair.
“All right, I’ll read it! The sender is… huh?”
“What is it?!”
“Read it already!”
“It says he’s a former student of Isabel Golli from her Regular School days?”
“What?!”
What an unexpected turn of events.
While everyone blinked in confusion, the reporter on the chair read through the complaint at rapid speed.
“The charge is abuse of power through position.”
“Who?! Against Mrs. Golli?!”
“Please, everyone, settle down!”
“More specifically—”
Gulp.
“Using an Academy Recommendation Letter to coerce and ensure improper disciplinary action, assault committed in that process, and…”
“And?!”
“He’s demanding compensation for emotional damages from the abusive language and humiliation that occurred at the Oberon Costume Shop a few days ago.”
“…….”
“…….”
Silence flooded the room.
An instant later, the press conference erupted into chaos.
“Is the content of the complaint true, Mrs. Golli?!”
“Did you verbally abuse an employee at the costume shop?!”
“You claimed to be vulnerable — how do you explain this?!”
“You said you were weak, yet you wielded your power against those beneath you?!”
“Please respond to these allegations!”
In the midst of the uproar, a reporter pressed on, reading the letter with unwavering determination.
「Dear Ms. Isabel,
When I was fourteen, you taught me a painful truth: that I had no one around me. Yet you also showed me that I could prevail through my own strength alone.
That too is a teaching, so I will honor it as the grace of a mentor.
This complaint is my way of repaying that grace.
Thank you, Teacher.
—Your student, who could not forget you in nine years, Seraphina—」

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