The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 6

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Episode 6
“Huh? Why is the window open… Oh my! Brother!”
Crash!
Mrs. Scrooge’s scream tore through the night sky. The glass she’d been holding shattered as it fell.
At the same moment, lanterns flickered to life all along Demarcy Street.
“Number 36! Fifth floor of the lavender dressmaking building!”
“That’s it!”
It took the Capital Guard less than ten minutes to storm into the Dressmaking Shop after receiving the report.
“We received a report of gunfire!”
For people who’d arrived late to an already finished scene, their numbers were impressive.
Fine.
“There’s a bullet hole here!”
“A real gun? Then this is a robbery?!”
“It looks like this gentleman here fired the shot?”
“…Eh?”
“Wait, so he wasn’t the victim?”
Windows in the neighboring buildings began opening one by one.
People in nightcaps peered across at Scrooge’s Dressmaking Shop to see what the commotion was about. The more curious ones had even thrown coats over their nightclothes and stepped outside to gawk.
“So then….”
“It wasn’t a robbery or a theft?”
“But someone still knocked this gentleman unconscious, so shouldn’t it still count as robbery?”
“Except there are no injuries.”
Once the guards confirmed there was nothing missing and no victim bearing any actual wounds, their attention quickly shifted elsewhere.
“Mrs. Scrooge, could you explain why your husband wasn’t here, but you were alone with this gentleman in the dressmaking shop at this hour?”
“Well, that is…”
“…Surely it’s not what I’m thinking?”
“It’s not!”
Mrs. Scrooge, who had come downstairs following the philandering man on the stretcher, denied it urgently, fidgeting all the while.
“This gentleman is one of our regular customers! I just needed to take his measurements urgently!”
“…At two in the morning?”
“Oh, oh, the garment was quite urgent!”
Whisper, whisper.
“What’d she say?”
“Said she was taking measurements.”
“Now?”
“Said the garment was urgent.”
The citizens gathered around stared at Mrs. Scrooge and the unconscious philanderer, murmuring among themselves.
“Urgent garment or not, two in the morning?”
“I know.”
Deeply suspicious, yet with her explanation so firmly stated, there was nothing to contradict.
Just as the doubt was mounting.
“Huh?”
Letters came fluttering down from the sky.
A curious citizen quickly snatched one up. Craning his neck so everyone around could hear, he read aloud the writing on the envelope’s front.
“Sender: Ebenie Scrooge of Demarcy Dressmaking Shop. Recipient: Stefan Oblonsky. Contents are……
What in the world is this!

“Why!”
“What’s wrong!”
“In the letter Mrs. Scrooge wrote to Mr. Oblonsky… she refers to herself as ‘baby’?!”
“There’s another letter from a different woman! Lipstick mark on the envelope! The contents say… wait… pregnancy!”
“Good heavens!”
“Wait, Oblonsky… isn’t he from the Oberon Merchant Company?”
“That’s right, the proprietor brought him in as a son-in-law, didn’t he? Said he only had the one daughter……”
“So then?”
“A married man…!”
Whisper, whisper. Whisper, whisper. The murmuring of the crowd grew beyond control.
People watching from inside their homes could no longer contain their curiosity and poured out into the street, grabbing their neighbors and asking, ‘What’s happened?’
“An affair!”
“And with two of them, no less!”
“One of them is pregnant!”
“Wow!”
Everyone on Demarcy Street had lost sleep over this.
In the midst of the uproar, the adulterer finally came to his senses, muttering vacantly.
“Huh? Why am I here… what happened?”
‘What happened? Your ruin happened, that’s what.’
The rooftop of the Dressmaking Shop—a place no one thought to look up at.
Sitting with my legs stretched out before me, I answered his question silently.
You’ve probably guessed it already, but the one who dropped that letter from the sky was me.
And of course, I was also the one who reported it to the patrol guards.
‘Ever since this year, the Capital Guard has been doing dawn patrols too.’
I heard it was a policy pushed by the Crown Prince—someone whose face I’d never seen. It must be a policy thoughtful toward citizens like me who get home late after work.
‘Never seen his face, but he seems like a truly good person.’
Anyway.
“This adulterer won’t have a single coin left after the divorce…….”
I shook the letters I’d carefully pocketed from the adulterer, just in case.
He must have carried them around always, afraid his wife would find out. They came right out when I searched his pockets.
“When his wife sues the adulteresses and claims damages, things are going to get awkward for both the adulteress and Mrs. Scrooge too.”
The adulterer and adulteress, both ruined and stripped bare. The three of them can live together happily raising the child.
“What’s this—the Center’s Men?”
So he’s a member of some social club.
As I pulled out the letter, the Social Club Badge that came with it flicked out onto the street.
While I was doing this, the Maltese was crunching the last remaining Star Candy, gripping it tight in both paws.
Once the Brooch had returned to normal, I touched it and spoke.
“Pup.”
“Divine Beast.”
“People who slip through legal loopholes, people who’ve done wrong but are ambiguous to punish by law—showing them justice is what a Magic Saint does.”
The Maltese’s eyes grew wide before I could finish.
Jumping up, the Maltese threw his paws around my leg.
“A Magic Saint doesn’t do refunds!”
“Huh?”
“You put on the outfit! You transformed! You’re not about to back out now, are you?!”
……
“Seraphina, you’re not going to scam me, are you?!”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t.”
“For real?!”
“Yeah. I’ll do it.”
But I have a condition.
“First, let’s get out of here.”
I scooped up the Maltese, whose mouth was now rainbow-colored from eating so many Star Candies, and vaulted off the roof.
Behind me as I bounded across the rooftops with the puppy in my arms, the crowd below still shouted.
“Wait, there’s something written on the back of the letter!”
“Read it!”
“I can’t see it!”
“Oh, don’t push!”
“Read it louder!”
「There are so many villains in this world—what on earth is Heaven doing? Not catching that one.
So I’ve come to catch him myself.
I charge you with the crime of stealing the livelihood of an innocent fresh graduate!
Here’s to another righteous day!
–Magic Saint Sena💫-」
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“But who’s Sena? Your name is Seraphina!”
“Should I advertise for people to catch me? I’m using my real name.”
There it goes again. Using my name like that right in front of the adulterer—what was I thinking.
Thank goodness the adulterer lost his memory.
“People recognize you just from the name! Is Seraphina really such a rare name?”
“Look. What’s your name anyway?”
“This one—”
The belly-baring puppy let out a cry.
“The proud bloodline of a Divine Beast, Tofu!”
“…….”
I’ll just call him Tofu.
“But hey, Tofu. How exactly do I get this outfit off?”
Once the Magic Saint activity ends, shouldn’t the clothes revert to normal too?
“If you pull hard it nearly tears, but it won’t come off.”
“Whoa! You can’t rip it!”
If the outfit tears, the Face Recognition Impediment Magic unravels too! Tofu was rummaging through a drawer, fluttering with promises of snacks.
“Just take off the necklace!”
“Oh, that’s all?”
I removed the necklace with some doubt.
“Seriously.”
This time, there’s no spinning around, no scattering petals, no rainbow light—it just reverts instantly.
The transformation can be flashy, but the reversion doesn’t have to match it?
“Of course. With transformation, seizing the initiative is what matters.”
“I’ll be shot dead seizing that initiative….”
“Keep the necklace on at all times. When you wear it around your neck, the hand mirror shrinks.”
“Got it.”
I answered while looking around the space, decorated entirely in white and blue, that looked mysterious.
We’re now in Tofu’s room at the Great Divine Palace.
Incidentally, it was enormous.
A desk the size of my bed, a separate tea table, a fireplace that looked like it could roast a wild boar—and a Sacred Painting that took up an entire wall…….
The dog’s room is bigger than mine.
“No matter how I think about it, the combat outfit is too inconvenient and flashy.”
“Bear with it. 950 years ago, everyone wore clothes like that.”
I’m just grateful I wasn’t born 950 years ago.
“Can’t you just make a new one?”
“There are no mages in this era, so we can’t cast Face Recognition Impediment Magic on combat wear.”
“Ah.”
Fine, let’s give up.
No one will ever figure out it’s me running around in such an outfit anyway.
I should hide my identity thoroughly.
For the sake of my social reputation.
So, shall we talk about something important now?
“Tofu.”
I spoke to Tofu, who was handing me dried pollock to eat.
“How much compensation do I get for the Magic Saint work?”
“Woof?”
“You weren’t thinking of working me without pay, were you?”
How dare you.
I am not a magical girl. I am a magical saint woman who has weathered every storm.
Pay me fairly for my labor.

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