The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 46

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The Magic Saint Sena
Chapter 46
The ring lay at the bottom of the glass.
Her Seal Ring—the kind with a golden branch cradling an octagonal jewel, the name “Marian” inscribed inside in flowing script.
Marian drew in a sharp breath and glanced around.
She hurriedly drained the last of the champagne.
The ring caught against her lips as she let it fall into her palm.
It was hers.
A sudden thrill shot through her, and she bit down hard to keep herself steady.
It was just as well—when the Champagne Glass in her grip made a loud pop and transformed into a note, she managed not to scream.
「
‘Who would ever approach a divorcée like you with genuine heart?’
But you have two eyes that see plainly how you’re treated,
and two legs that can kick free from any situation you reject,
and a mind capable of choosing your own path forward.
You don’t need anyone else’s sincerity.
You already have your own.
Di: Divorce congratulations!
Vor: Have a happy day alone☆
–Magic Saint Sena💫-」
「P.S. Today’s visit is secret!」
「Especially from that handsome blond man over there—absolute secret!」
“Oh…!”
The Magic Saint.
The one who punishes the wicked and saves the wronged.
She had helped Marian.
When Marian had been drowning in despair, unable to even file the papers, let alone request a divorce.
The Magic Saint had shown her she could take control of her own life.
The Magic Saint.
Had helped her.
Not that the divorce was finalized or her husband punished—
but the encouragement felt greater than that.
Marian, who had been covering her mouth to stifle her joy, suddenly opened her eyes wide.
‘Wait.’
Wasn’t tonight the Ball celebrating the appointment of the Magic Saint’s dedicated investigator?
She came to help me at an event where the investigator hunting her was present?
And in the Imperial Palace no less?
‘Good heavens!’
How daring.
Marian’s eyes swept across the room, her hand still covering her mouth.
There. Over there.
The fair-haired imperial knight standing with a cool, forbidding expression.
‘That’s the Magic Saint’s dedicated investigator.’
She’d overheard people talking about them earlier.
‘Such refined and delicate features…’
‘Only twenty-one years old, I’m told?’
‘Now that you mention it, there’s still a youthful softness around the lips and cheeks. Adorable.’
‘We should expect great things.’
…though eighty percent of the conversation had been about appearance.
Yet even those who chatted so freely hadn’t dared approach the knight.
‘That expression is far too cold.’
The imperial knight, who radiated clear signals not to approach, had been staring intently at one particular person—
“Arden!”
—a woman in a Silver Dress.
“Goodness, the Restroom line was impossibly long!”
A woman who hurried over with a noticeably high voice and rapid speech, somehow reminiscent of a sparrow (despite looking nothing alike).
The fair-haired knight’s expression shifted at the woman’s approach.
More precisely, it hardened from blank indifference into a frown.
To Marian’s eyes, it looked like pouting.
Like a cat that darts away from everyone else, but comes running to you just to bat at your hands—
“Did I keep you waiting long?”
“Terribly long, I’m afraid.”
Even as he said it, his hand rose as if to tuck a strand of the woman’s dark hair behind her ear, only to flinch back to himself….
“My lady!”
“Sir Chase?”
At the voice from beside her, Marian turned her head.
It was Sir Chase, the Imperial Knight.
The very man her husband had mocked, saying ‘he has no interest in you, he was merely being courteous.’
Who had spent all day in the company of another woman, exchanging not a single word with her….
Chase approached hurriedly, breathless from exertion.
“That girl just now—she’s my sister.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The one I danced with, my partner. She’s my sister.”
“Ah….”
“She’s not yet of age to debut in high society, but she begged to attend the ball where her brother was appointed investigator. I’ve just seen her off, as she’s had her fill for the evening.”
Unlike his usual taciturn nature, Chase spoke in a rush. Drawing a sharp breath, he pressed on.
“The truth is, the one I truly wished to dance with tonight was you, my lady. …If your husband would permit it.”
“No.”
I don’t need my husband’s permission, Marian said.
“I’m going to divorce him.”
“What?”
“Yes. I’m going to divorce him.”
“…….”
“Divorce, and I won’t return to the Devosion Family either. I’ll make my own way.”
So, Sir Chase, Marian continued.
“Will you support me in standing alone?”
The soon-to-be divorced Marian and the young knight Chase faced each other.
Chase’s rigid expression softened gradually.
“…Gladly.”
It was not a gentleman’s reply to a lady’s acceptance of a dance.
‘Please watch over me as I stand alone’—it was a man’s answer to the woman he loved unrequited.
* * *
“Youth is such a beautiful thing.”
Youth, indeed.
I murmured, watching Marian and the Imperial Knight—Chase, presumably—make their way to the Dance Floor hand in hand.
Once when I handed her the Seal Ring as a servant, and again when I passed her the note.
I’ve already used two of the three Magic spells I was given today.
‘It should be fine.’
Surely there’s no reason to use Magic again tonight?
And if there is, I’ll try to handle it by force.
‘Watching them like this, I almost understand why the Magic Saint of nine hundred fifty years ago pursued dreams and love.’
But still, money is supreme, after all.
♡☆♧Now you all see? I’ve grown weary of it all♡☆♧
“What are you looking at, senior?”
“Over there.”
I gestured toward Marian and Chase.
Arden’s observation of her fellow newly appointed officer dancing with someone of the opposite sex was this:
“Sir Chase is five years younger than the Countess.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. From this, we can draw the lesson that a younger man is a hundred times better than an older one.”
“That’s wisdom worth remembering!”
I offered perfunctory agreement and glanced around the ballroom.
“By the way, where did the High Priest—or rather, where did he go?”
At my question, Arden’s tone turned sharply defensive.
“Why do you ask?”
“Oh, just wondering. He’s suddenly nowhere to be seen.”
“That man is one year older than you.”
“I see.”
Thank you for information I didn’t ask for.
“Do you understand what that means?”
“You mean the High Priest dies thirty years before me?”
“Precisely.”
“Ah, but.”
Something had suddenly occurred to me, and I mentioned it.
“The ladies say the sooner a husband dies, the better.”
“…Who says that?”
“The customers at the dressmakers.”
They gather at the tearoom every day and talk about things like that.
“If we’re being honest about it, maybe a husband who’s just a year or two older would be better…
Not that I’m saying I’d marry the High Priest or anything…”

My voice grew smaller and smaller.
Arden, her eyes turning vicious, cut me off with each word deliberate and clipped.
“That’s not true.”
“I’m not dismissing you, Arden, but don’t you think the customers might actually know better than you…?”
Because, after all…
“You’ve never been married yourself…….”
“…….”
“Unless you have been, in which case I apologize…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“Pfft!”
“Senior!”
“Fine, fine. Sorry.”
In any case.
There’s something delightful about teasing her.
“People are dancing. We should step aside.”
By now, dancers had begun spilling from the center of the Dance Floor toward where we stood.
The man wraps one arm around the woman’s waist, she places one hand on his shoulder, and they clasp their free hands together.
‘For one thing, I don’t know how to dance.’
And even if I did, there’s no way Arden could endure such close contact.
The thought of pressing against Arden like that myself feels rather embarrassing too……
“Where are you going?”
“Hm? We need to leave, don’t we?”
I turned to look at Arden.
“We’re not dancing, right?”
“We’re not?”
“Hm?”
Surely not.
I stared at Arden in shock.
There stood Arden, opening and closing her fists uncertainly, behaving entirely out of character!
Her eyelashes trembled faintly as she removed her gloves.
She wiped her pristine bare hands nervously along her trousers.
Then she extended her quivering hand toward me.
“…….”
“Senior.”
“Y-yes.”
“I’ve been practicing the dance…….”
“…….”
“Is it… all right?”

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