The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 50

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The Magical Saint Seraphina
Episode 50
“What on earth are you doing?!”
“…….”
“Can’t you walk like a normal person?!”
“…….”
“It’s mortifying every time I look at you!”
“…….”
“Just how much weirder do you plan to get?!”
“…….”
While Arden fired four accusations at me in rapid succession, I simply floated there, buoyed aloft.
Why?
Because I had nothing to say—even if I’d had ten mouths.
‘I mean, I’m currently strung out over a Soap Bubble like laundry on a line…….’
“Did you start this fire, you magical saint?!”
But this, I could respond to.
I pushed myself upright and shot back with equal force.
“As if I would!”
Arden didn’t back down—he roared right back.
“Then what are you doing here?!”
“I’m putting it out!”
“Then put it out!”
“I will—if you’d just stop chasing me!”
Wait, hold on.
I sidestepped the hand Arden lunged out to snatch me with and shot back, “And why are you chasing me in the first place? You put out your own fire!”
“I’m already putting it out!”
Huh?
What did catching me have to do with putting out the fire?
I looked at Arden’s face.
Somewhere in the chaos, we’d drifted all the way to the Wooden District, a tributary of the Hane River that cut through the Capital.
When our eyes met, Arden’s cheeks flushed red and he cried out, “Seraphina, you can use Magic! Can’t you use that Magic to extinguish the fire?!”
“…….”
“…….”
Unfortunately, I understood at once why Arden had had no choice but to come to me.
‘There’s no fire brigade in this district.’
But the fire had to be put out.
So he was trying to grab me and use me like a fire extinguisher.
But what was I supposed to do?
‘I’ve burned through all my Magic today.’
Just earlier, saving people from the Animal Abuser, I’d scraped the bottom of the barrel and used up my last reserves.
I glanced awkwardly at the Ppong Hammer, now drained of its light.
I tried muttering an incantation under my breath just in case, but it didn’t budge an inch.
And if I told him I couldn’t do it now, Arden would look at me like I was some kind of useless deviant, like, ‘What kind of weirdo blows all their Magic making Soap Bubbles?’ and I could already feel it—
“Why aren’t you answering, you magical saint?!”
“Well, the thing is…….”
That’s when it happened.
Splash!
A heron burst from the river and attacked Arden.
Had we woken it up? Was it annoyed?
Its long beak jabbed relentlessly toward Arden’s head.
Arden, whose attention had been fixed on me, couldn’t dodge the heron’s violent wing-beats and stumbled backward.
“Ugh!”
“Arden!”
Without thinking, I leapt down from the Soap Bubble and caught him.
Just as Arden had done when we danced, I wrapped one arm around his waist.
…No, wait. A bit closer than that?
Arden’s eyes widened as he was pulled into my embrace, his waist held firmly in my grip.
“…….”

“…….”
Could someone please turn on some background music?
“…….”
“…….”
This was far closer than when we stumbled through that chaotic dance together at the Ball Hall.
Arden’s back, felt through my palm… even beneath his winter coat, it was firm enough to notice.
“No…!”
This wasn’t what I meant!
I sprang away.
The heron, having finished its attack in the space between Arden and me, wandered back to sleep with a satisfied air.
“No, no, no!”
Arden stood motionless, apparently shaken by the sudden close contact with a strange woman, so I rushed to explain myself.
“I wasn’t trying to assault you! I thought I was falling in the river!”
The water’s filthy!
“See?! It’s practically sewage!”
You understand, don’t you?!
“Sister… I mean, Holy Mage, you believe me, right?!”
“…….”
Arden glanced at me—rambling as I was—and asked quietly.
“Then why is your face so red?”
“…….”
“…….”
Shing.
“Why are you drawing your sword again!”
“Pervert.”
“I’m not!”
I protested, backing away.
Ping-ping.
“Huh?”
I looked down at the Ppong Hammer in my hand.
The red heart at the center of the Ppong Hammer, which had lost its glow after I’d used all three spells granted for today, was now shining brightly.
The entire hammer gleamed faintly, as if charged with lightning itself.
What on earth?!
“Look at this!”
I thrust the Ppong Hammer toward Arden.
“It’s glowing!”
Arden’s eyes said ‘So what?’ as he fixed me with a cold stare.
“Is that your weapon?”
“Yes! It doesn’t normally glow like this, but… wait a moment.”
‘With the Power of Justice, if I help more people and grow stronger, I can use greater magic more often…’
Could it be… recharged?
Why?
Because I saved so many people today?
I’m not sure!
Let’s just try it!
I closed my eyes to chant the spell, then opened them again.
I spoke to Arden, who was still watching me.
“Would you mind stepping back?”
“Why?”
“Because once I use magic to put out the fire, you’ll be standing there waiting to arrest me.”
“…….”
“Come on. Step back. Move. Actually, just go stand inside that Soap Bubble.”
“I’m not about to step into some unidentified, filthy Soap Bubble….”
“What, you don’t want me to put out the fire?”
“…….”
With an expression that said he had plenty to say, Arden quietly walked toward the Soap Bubble.
Before he could change his mind, I stuffed him right into the Soap Bubble.
“Be careful. It’ll burst if you’re attacked.”
With a reluctant look, Arden folded his legs and sat down as I lifted him floating into the air and shouted.
★★★★★
The Saintly Mage, Seraphina!
‘In the end, I’m doing all of this myself!’
Swing the hammer!
★★★★★
At the same moment, a sound like “Whoosh!” erupted from the river, and tens of thousands of water spheres rose into the air.
They shimmered brilliantly, putting to shame my earlier curse about sewage.
The glittering water spheres flew toward the burning Wooden District.
The soaring flames hissed and crackled as they were extinguished.
And then a massive rainbow materialized in their wake.
It shouldn’t make scientific sense, but I’ll admit—it’s beautiful.
“…Wow.”
Far below, the residents of the Wooden District still encased in Soap Bubbles, along with Arden and the knights who had struggled in his wake, gazed up at the rainbow arcing across the sky.
A flutter. The heron flapped its wings once more.
“…….”
“…….”
Arden and I locked eyes.
“…….”
“…….”
Time to bolt!
With no Soap Bubble left to ride in, I bolted with nothing but my body—and behind me, trapped inside his bubble, Arden cried out.
“Saintly Mage Seraphina!”
I suspected he’d launch into some clichéd line like ‘I won’t let you escape next time,’ so I ignored him and kept running.
“Why didn’t you send me a notice?!”
You’re joking!
“I didn’t even know I’d be here today—how was I supposed to give you advance warning?”
“By using magic!”
“Why would I—”
“You promised!”
“I did?”
I’ve done no such thing! I shook my head, but—
Suddenly, Arden’s crumpled figure inside the bubble caught my eye.
He was pounding on the bubble’s wall, shouting.
“Then promise me today!”
“Promise what?”
“That you’ll send notices from now on!”
This is ridiculous!
Arden was younger than me, that much was clear.
It was absurd, truly, the way he pestered so earnestly—and somehow, in that moment, it struck me as endearing.
“Fine, have it your way!”
I blew him a kiss and took off running.
“…which is why not a single noble showed up, I’m telling you!”
Sure, there were a few who expressed concern and offered to send reinforcements—but they were the rare exception. The rest were too busy enjoying the ball!
“Those nobles are as bad as the arsonists!”
At the entrance to the Wooden District.
Cassian folded his arms before my indignant face.
“So… you want to do what, exactly?”
“Yes!”
There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? At my question, Cassian’s lips curled upward.
“Of course not. It’s not like if I help you I’ll be the one getting arrested. Do whatever the Saintly Mage wants.”
“Even if I’m asking without explaining…”
Fine, I’ll go ahead.
“Cassian, you stay here and help with the cleanup.”
I waved my hand carelessly and pulled out the pocket watch from Cassian’s coat without permission, checking the time.
I’d have to hurry if I wanted to make it back to the Imperial Palace before the midnight bell tolled twelve times.
I was about to release my transformation and dash off when—
“By the way, what’s that sack you had?”
I’d stashed it at the village entrance just in case. Cassian asked.
Ah. That bundle I’d brought with me.
“Cassian, do you know what people need most when their homes burn to ashes? Especially in a season like this?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea…”
“Open it. It has what the people of the Wooden District need most right now.”
Then I’m off!
“Magical Saint!”
“What is it now?”
“How did you know? What someone who’s lost their home to fire needs?”
That’s simple.
“Because I’ve been through it.”
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“I’m going.”

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