The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 45

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Chapter 45
“My lord? Are you here?”
‘This is bad.’
The moment I sensed her presence, I dove into the bushes.
From the opposite direction, a figure appeared in the nick of time.
It was Plum.
Hair the color of strawberry milk cascading down to her chest, and striking emerald eyes.
Plum, the lovely heiress from a distant foreign land across the sea, gasped in shock at the sight of Count Welshko collapsed on the ground.
“My lord!”
She glanced around, searching for someone to help.
“Is anyone there?”
Well, I’m here. Just can’t help.
“What should I do…….”
After confirming that no one else was present, Plum approached the fallen count with tears welling in her eyes.
“Honestly now….”
And she kicked him in the ribs.
“You damned fool.”
Wait, what?
“How could you guzzle down alcohol laced with sleeping medicine like that? You almost collapsed right there in front of everyone and ruined my whole plan.”
What in the—
“I never expected loyalty from a man who cheats on his wife and plays around with other women, but when did you suddenly grin at me like that, and then turn your attention to another girl……? Do you have any idea how hard it was to chase after you when you ran off?”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
Hold on—
“Hnngh….”
Count Welshko’s brow furrowed in pain from the kicks.
Seeing the count groan and begin to wake, Plum lowered her head.
“Right, back to sleep.”
Thwack!
The count took a blow to the forehead and lost consciousness again.
“…….”
“Phew.”
Plum exhaled sharply and swept back her pink hair that had fallen loose from her vigorous movements.
She tucked the strands behind both ears.
“Let’s see. Is it this one?”
She grabbed the count’s left arm.
“That’s it. Marian Devotion’s Seal Ring.”
“…….”
And from the count’s finger, the lady’s Seal Ring—
“Stop!”
I shouted without thinking.
“That ring has an owner!”
“Who are you?!”
“Marian Devotion!”
“No, wait! Who exactly are you?!”
Oh!
“…The Magic Saint, that’s who! Anyway! I won’t allow you to take that ring!”
“What are you talking about! Show yourself and explain!”
“I can’t do that!”
Because—
I’m currently undergoing Transformation!
It takes about three minutes!
Money! Honor! Health!
★★★★★
Magic Saint Seraphina!
Silent!
Without light!
No petals scattering!
As quietly as possible!
‘Gods above, please!’
This is taking far too long!
Thump-thump.
Transformation!
★★★★★
‘Damn it!’
I swear I’m going to get slashed one of these days mid-transformation.
The moment I spotted the golden glint blooming at the tips of my hair, I burst out from behind the bushes where I’d been hiding.
I pointed an accusatory finger at Plum the instant I emerged.
“You! You’re a thief?!”
“A thief, you say!”
“Slipping someone a sedative, stealing their ring while they sleep—what else would you call that?!”
That whole act about being a foreign heiress was a lie too, wasn’t it? I pressed Plum harder.
“Thief! Thief!”
“Ha!”
Plum’s expression hardened, as if she found the very suggestion absurd.
“There are different classes of thieves, you know!”
I’m no common pickpocket! I target only the nobility, pulling off grand heists with a code of—
“A lady of the Phantom Thieves!”
“Oh.”
An involuntary sound escaped my lips.
“So, let me get this straight.”
I turned to Plum for confirmation.
“You’re not just a thief but a Phantom Thief—and specifically a lady among them, is that right?”
“Exactly!”
“So you’re literally standing here telling me with your own mouth that ‘I am a lady Phantom Thief’?”
“That’s what I’m saying!”
“How did you even end up calling yourself a ‘lady Phantom Thief’ in the first place?”
Did you decide that on your own?
‘From today on, I’m a lady Phantom Thief! Everyone call me the lady Phantom Thief!’—is that how it went?
Do you go into restaurants and say, ‘Hello, I have a reservation under the name lady Phantom Thief’?
When some angry customer at a costume shop asks ‘What’s your name!’ do you cry and say, ‘I’m a lady Phantom Thief’?
“Pfft!”
I was dying of laughter.
I mocked her with every ounce of strength I had.
“Shut up!”
Still, our would-be lady. Phantom. Thief. had the grace to blush, and she shouted.
“And you call yourself a Magic Saint!”
“I didn’t choose mine.”
I lifted my chin defiantly.
As the saint and the lady stood facing off,
“Ugh….”
Count Welshko, sprawled on the ground, stirred. Our lady. Phantom. Thief. snapped to attention and planted herself between the count and me.
With her foot planted on the count’s left hand, the lady spoke.
“Give it up. I’ve had my eye on this ring for months.”
“Why?”
“You don’t know? With just this ring, you can withdraw one billion Gold from the Imperial Bank. I know you’re a Magic Saint, but I’m not giving up this ring.”
“…Ah, so you were after the ring from the start? You fabricated your entire identity for it.”
“Obviously. Did you think I’d actually fallen in love with this bastard?”
A man older than me, with short legs at that? The lady let out a derisive snort.
“…….”
1. Me.
2. The lady—Marian Devotion.
3. The girl posing as an heiress—the lady. Phantom. Thief.
So none of these three women had actually loved Count Welshko.
How tragic.
The lady made her offer with the air of someone bestowing a favor.
“I’ll just take the ring, so you grab something else. Those Cufflinks look expensive… oh, this Watch is nice. Take the Watch. Go on, take it.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not a thief like you.”
“Then why are you here? Not to steal the ring?”
“That’s true, but I’m giving it back to its owner.”
The lady seemed taken aback by the unexpected reply.
“Countess Devotion wants a divorce from her husband, and she needs this ring to submit the papers without incident. So you’ll hand it over.”
“…A divorce?”
“Yes.”
“Hmph.”
The lady, who had appeared momentarily surprised, soon lifted one corner of her mouth in a smirk.
“Well, it’s fortunate she’s made up her mind to divorce even now. But that’s not my concern.”
“Ugh.”
“If she didn’t like the man, she shouldn’t have married him in the first place. Why make such an important life decision while being pushed around? And why did she hand over such an important ring to her husband?”
“That’s the Count’s family—”
“Exactly. So someone asks and she gives it away. Why should I, a complete stranger, care about her own rights that she doesn’t even treasure herself?”
“…….”
“In any case, I’m not backing down.”
“Then I have no choice.”
I nodded and made a soft clicking sound with my tongue.
I lifted the Bonk Hammer, which I’d been holding loosely at my side.
The moment I took an attacking stance, the lady’s demeanor changed.
Plum rummaged through her dress and drew a sharp hair pin from her pocket.
The lady gripped the Eastern Empire-style Hair Pin—no longer than two finger joints—upside down and lowered her stance.
Without a word, I lightly struck the decorative rock beside me with the hammer.
Bonk!
Crack.
The rock split clean in half.
“Wh…?”
I offered the stunned lady a gentle smile.
“Hand over the ring and get out.”
On your way, take a Quill Pen from the attendant.
It’s only for ladies.
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Ball Hall.
Marian Devotion stood alone against the wall, heaving a sigh.
She’d married so young that she’d drifted from all her old friends and never made new ones. No man would ask a married woman to dance.
Her husband had been speaking with some woman called Plum a moment ago, and now he’d vanished.
If the ball ended like this and she returned home, she’d face yet another cycle of humiliation and resentment.
‘I can’t live like this. Never.’
She’d seek out her husband again to persuade him, or at the very least, catch him off guard and strike him from behind to steal the ring.
‘I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.’
With that resolve, she took a step forward.
It was as she was wiping her nervous, sweaty hands on her dress.
“Would you care for a drink, Madam?”
An attendant passing nearby offered Marian a glass of Strawberry Champagne.
“Thank you.”
She accepted it without thinking.
…Did attendants usually offer drinks first?
Or had her face looked that pale?
In any case, having taken it, she realized she was parched. As she brought the fragrant champagne to her lips for a sip.
Ting.
A metallic sound rang out from inside the small champagne glass. Marian tilted her head and peered into the glass.
And.
“Ah…!”
She quickly clapped her hand over her mouth in alarm.

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