The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 52

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Episode 52
Chapter 6. The Proud Bloodline of a Pup 🐶
“I can’t believe you upheld justice without me! I’m hurt, I tell you!”
Tofu’s front paws batted against my leg with quick, indignant taps.
“I was stuck at home the whole time!”
Slung across his back was his beloved Snack Bag—the one he carried everywhere—and across his face was the Tuxedo Mask I’d made for him.
What kind of dog wears more than his owner? Aren’t dogs supposed to run around naked?
‘Get that bag washed before he wears it again.’
I shot Cassian a look, but he just shook his head.
‘The stubborn streak on this one is something else.’
“I am the aide of Magic Saint Sena! A Divine Beast who stands beside her in life and death! Is this not betrayal? The times we live in are truly lamentable!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. An emergency came up—I couldn’t help it.”
Next time I’ll definitely bring you along.
“You promise, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Tired of sulking, Tofu flopped onto his side, and I grabbed his front paw and shook it solemnly.
His three jelly-bean pads left a perfect seal on the back of my hand before he licked his nose, finally satisfied.
That’s right—Tofu had only three toes. Therefore, three jelly pads.
Normal dogs had five, didn’t they?
I wouldn’t know; I’d never had a close dog friend before.
While I crouched in front of Tofu shaking his paw, Cassian—organizing tea boxes in the corner of the warehouse that he’d delivered today—asked a question.
“So it was a trap after all?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
That’s what I’d been meaning to explain.
“Remember how I mentioned before that those villains might have some magical artifact that could sense my power?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Looks like it was real.”
The animal abuser had said so outright—they’d confirmed I’d used Magic and set the fire on Plank Street precisely because of that.
“They wanted to catch me while my Mana was depleted and I was weakened.”
“If that’s the case, we’ll need to stay vigilant going forward.”
“Yeah. They’ll definitely try again.”
“I’ll protect Seraphina, I swear!”
“Oh, thank you so much. I’m invincible now.”
“Invincible bark!”
“But here’s the thing.”
I scratched Tofu’s chin—the poor thing couldn’t protect himself, much less me—and pulled out the Hand Mirror I’d been wearing around my neck.
“Something strange happened back then.”
I explained how the jewel on the Bonk Hammer suddenly shone, and how I’d used Magic powerful enough to extinguish the entire fire on Plank Street because of it.
“I thought my Magic capacity had increased, but when I tested it today, that wasn’t it at all.”
I asked Cassian if he had any idea why that might be.
Cassian paused, seeming to think it over, then spoke.
“I suspect your power surged temporarily at that moment.”
“Temporarily? Why?”
“That’s something you’ll have to tell me.”
“Well…”
“What exactly happened then?”
Cassian pressed further, asking what I’d experienced to cause my Magic to surge like that.
“Um. Well.”
“Well?”
……
I rolled my eyes around, dodging his gaze.
“Nothing much happened.”
Just the usual—chasing and being chased by Arden, and then when that violent heron attacked and Arden nearly fell, I caught him, and then we both…
“Really, nothing much at all.”
The sound of my own laughter—hot-hot-hot—rang strange even to my own ears.
Cassian’s eyes narrowed.
“What is it.”
“Like I said, nothing important.”
“I need to know what happened if I’m going to make even a guess.”
“It’s really nothing.”
“Tell me before we get separated.”
“…….”
When did we ever live together?
After hemming and hawing, I finally confessed.
“Arden came chasing after me that day, and then he stumbled. So I caught him and helped him up.”
“How?”
“What?”
“How did you help him up? Did you grab him by the collar?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Then?”
“I… grabbed his back.”
“Dangling?”
Cassian mimed lifting Johann by the scruff of the neck.
“…Not like that.”
“…….”
“Like… this?”
He cradled Johann’s back against his chest, whispering as if to say, “Don’t worry, my little kitten.”
“…I see.”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
Could you say something—anything—to break this awkwardness?
“Were you flustered back then?”
I asked you to say something, not talk nonsense.
I glared at Cassian.
I’d naturally assumed he was teasing, but to my surprise, Cassian’s expression remained perfectly blank.
In fact, he looked almost drowsy as he continued.
“In Seraphina’s case it’s a bit different, but Magic Saints generally draw their power from love and justice. If you felt a flutter of excitement back then, your Mana might have been recharged by that emotion.”
“Oh….”
“So, were you flustered?”
“Not particularly…”
Though I suppose my heart did race for a moment from the shock and confusion.
But that didn’t mean I felt anything like—like—like that toward Arden.
I didn’t.
“Really, I didn’t…….”
“I hope that’s true.”
“Huh?”
“Never mind.”
Cassian shook his head and crossed his arms.
“Anyway, we came away empty-handed.”
“We did.”
We went all the way to the Imperial Ball, but instead of infiltrating the social club, we only confirmed that every nobleman there was a selfish wretch.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if any one of those people at that gathering turned out to be part of the forces of evil.”
“And we lost that man with the red eyes.”
“He vanished like smoke—as if someone knew of the danger and spirited him away.”
He knows me and pursues me, yet I can’t even begin to guess who he is.
This won’t do.
“Hmm.”
Cassian, stroking Johann thoughtfully, spoke up.
“Or perhaps we should try to seize another opportunity?”
“Another opportunity?”
“Did you happen to hear? An Amusement Park is opening next week in Everland Forest.”
“Really!”
“…You startled me.”
Cassian flinched.
I didn’t care—I was thrilled.
Everland Forest, you see, has a vast tract of land that used to serve as the Imperial hunting grounds?
But the Imperial Family doesn’t hunt anymore these days.
So a few years back they opened part of it to the public, and developed some of it into an Amusement Park.
All profits, minus operating costs, will be donated to the Royal Children’s Hospital—a space of dreams and hope for children.
Apparently, the Crown Prince was the one who championed the amusement park’s development.
Ever since he pushed for that psychiatric hospital, I’ve been quite fond of the Crown Prince.
Ellie said she’d steal his wallet if he were ugly, but…
‘I’d protect his wallet even if he were homely.’
Not that I could protect the nation’s honor, though.
Anyway, the amusement park’s grand opening is next week!
“I’m incredibly excited!”
“It certainly looks that way.”
“I’m not the only one. Everyone at the Clothing Shop is looking forward to it too.”
There’s a masked Ferris wheel, a carousel, cotton candy, floating balloons….
“Not a single child in this country doesn’t want to go! They’re all pestering their parents relentlessly!”
“I see. But Seraphina?”
“What?”
“You’re not a child.”
……
Cassian ignored my glare and continued.
“In any case, as you said, the amusement park is now a place every child in the Empire is desperate to visit. Parents naturally want to take their children there. The nobility is no exception.”
“The nobility will flock to the amusement park, won’t they?”
“Exactly.”
“If we want information, we should go where people gather.”
“That’s true as well.”
Cassian pulled a pamphlet from his pocket.
“The day before the Everland Forest park opens, they’re holding an Agility Competition to celebrate its successful completion.”
“What’s that?”
“You bring a pet dog and compete together—jumping over obstacles, passing through tunnels, that sort of thing.”
“Oh.”
Why would they hold that to commemorate the park’s completion?
“The winner receives a Golden Ticket that grants early entry to the Everland Forest park right after the competition.”
“So then…?”
“Right. That day, the entire park operates solely for the winner.”
“Oh!”
That’s incredible! Cassian nodded at my exclamation.
“Every parent with a child in the capital will probably enter.”
“Ohhh….”
“Let’s infiltrate it.”
“With whom, you?”
“You don’t want to with me?”
“That’s not it.”
I pointed at Cassian and myself in turn.
“The competition requires a pet dog. Which one of us enters?”
Who gets to compete?
“I’m the owner and you’re the dog?”
“Are you serious?”
“What then?”
At my question, Cassian glanced toward Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III.
I looked toward him too.
Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III, who had been tearing open beef jerky, bared his teeth with a sneer.
“I’m not a dog!”

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