The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 66

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The Magic Saint Seraphina
Episode 66
“Threw a stone through the window? Who?”
“Miss did, sir.”
“What?”
“Miss threw a stone through her own bedroom window, sir.”
“…Why?”
“She was studying and became severely stressed, sir…….”
“…….”
“The window is being repaired now, so she’s staying at the Earl’s Residence for the time being. She asked me to pick up Melon Gelato on the way.”
“Ha ha! That rascal! Why’d she make Dad do it!”
Judge Cameron chuckled warmly.
While Cameron was ruthless with servants and junior judges who made mistakes, he was extraordinarily lenient with his only daughter.
So much so that he would sometimes stand in line at a shop himself to buy her snacks, as if she were the apple of his eye.
And so today, rather than sending a servant, he visited the Gelato Shop near the Central Court in person.
“It’s been a while, Judge. It’s about ten minutes from here to the Earl’s Residence, correct?”
“That’s right. Melon flavor and… what’s this? Do kids like this one too?”
“Ah, this is one we developed new…….”
He was choosing a gelato on the recommendation of the youngest clerk, who had worked at this shop for seven years.
Then he felt eyes on him.
He turned to see some bandit-looking man staring straight at him.
Tall enough to brush the ceiling, with stubble marks covering not just his cheeks but his entire neck despite having apparently shaved. Muscles bulging grotesquely across shoulders and forearms.
That alone was unsettling enough, but the man was wearing a sleeveless shirt in this weather!
Through his open chest, thick dark hair was visibly matted, as repulsive as it was impossible to ignore.
“…….”
Those who have experienced it know.
How unpleasant it is when a stranger—worse, a man—stares openly at you.
When your eyes meet but he doesn’t look away and keeps watching, that’s when the feeling becomes twice, three times more vile.
Cameron had never experienced such a thing before, but he certainly didn’t enjoy it.
Disapproval written across his face, Judge Cameron cleared his throat loudly, turning his head back.
“This new flavor looks decent enough, but my daughter will be eating it alone.”
“Then how about this one, sir?”
But he felt the stare continuing.
He turned his head again.
The bandit-looking man was still glaring straight at him.
Cameron met his gaze with obvious displeasure, but the man paid no mind.
As if Judge Cameron were merely a shop sign or table in this gelato shop.
As if he needn’t consider the object of his gaze’s feelings at all.
“Ahem! Ahem!”
Deeply displeased.
Profoundly irritated.
Judge Cameron expressed his displeasure through louder throat-clearing and left the shop with the bag of gelato.
Until the judge had gone, the man did not smile—he simply watched him with an unwavering, penetrating gaze.
‘The man’s out of his mind.’
Disturbed, Judge Cameron continued on his way.
The route from the Central Court to the Earl’s Residence was a bright, well-lit avenue where the streetlamps burned around the clock.
He’d sent his carriage ahead, so he was walking.
The man followed.
“…….”
When he looked back, the man stopped. When he walked on and looked back again, the man stopped.
Even when Cameron crossed the street or changed direction deliberately, the man followed without fail.
“…….”
A chill ran down his spine.
With only three minutes left to the Earl’s Residence, Judge Cameron nearly broke into a run, hurrying home.
“Master?”
The butler, who had arrived earlier, greeted his master in surprise.
“Dad!”
His daughter, who had been lying in the upstairs parlor, tumbled down the stairs at the sound of his voice.
“Did you get the gelato?”
“You little brat! Am I invisible?”
It’s the first time I’ve run like that in decades.
Judge Cameron, his breath ragged up to his chin, reached over to pat his daughter’s head.
Lacking courage to look openly, he peered through a gap in the curtains instead, but the man was nowhere to be seen outside.
Only then did his tension finally snap.
And that evening.
His ungrateful daughter, insisting the Dormitory repairs must be finished by now, gobbled down Melon Gelato and left without a backward glance. His wife fled the Capital’s bitter cold to their villa in the south and showed no sign of returning.
“Then have a pleasant evening, sir.”
After the butler, who had checked the Study’s lamps one last time, bowed and withdrew.
Judge Cameron sat alone in the first-floor Study, feet propped on the mantelpiece, when it happened.
Tap. Tap.
“Hmm?”
Tap. Tap.
“Who…”
Tap. Tap.
……
A chill raced down his spine—someone tapping at the window.
This Study’s window opened directly onto the garden outside the mansion.
Tap. Tap.
“…Who is it?”
Tap. Tap.
Rising uncertainly from his seat, the judge’s mind, for no reason at all, conjured the image of that hairy, muscular man he’d glimpsed earlier in the evening.
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“I’m seriously pissed off.”
Have you ever been in a situation like that?
“From the victim’s perspective, you haven’t done a thing but still get harassed.”
I once had some grandfather I didn’t know stare at me on the way to school.
So I stared right back at him.
Then the grandfather got all flustered and asked what I was looking at.
I said, “You were staring at me, so I looked back?” You know what that grandfather said?
“Still, you shouldn’t look at adults like that.”
But what about me? Am I a person you’re allowed to look at?
I don’t even stare that hard at a dog passing by!
I hold back because I want to! Because I don’t want to hurt the dog’s feelings!
He hates it when people stare at him, yet he stares at others that way!
If my late father had been standing next to me, would that grandfather have looked at me like that?! He wouldn’t have dared! He couldn’t have!
But this guy didn’t just stare—he showed up at someone’s workplace and gawked for hours! He actually committed a crime!
“And you dismissed it?!”
“That judge won’t get away with this.”
I swung my arms as I spoke, fuming.
“He needs to experience it himself to come to his senses.”
I made myself as menacing as possible—inflated my height, packed the muscles thick and solid—so much so I couldn’t cross my arms because of the bulk. The muscle got in the way.
“Let some nose hair poke out a little, and make the stubble as blue and dark as possible……”
Cassian chimed in from beside me.
“Wouldn’t it be better to add more chest hair?”
“Ah, dense?”
“More like. Coarse and kinked.”
“Blegh.”
“Blegh.”
I made a retching face at Cassian, then swung the Mallet and doubled my chest hair.
Now I have more chest hair than Park Yeon does.
As my height increased, I could now see Cassian’s scalp—his hair so thick it covered every inch—and I spoke down at him.
“I’ll follow him around until the day of the Second Trial.”
Isn’t Judge Cameron a father figure? Threatening him like that seems too much.
Let only those women who’ve never felt uneasy walking alone at night, sensing someone behind them, throw a stone at me.
On empty streets, when a carriage with unusually dark windows sits alone at a crossroads, waiting.
Let only those women who’ve never felt anxious passing by it, who’ve never taken a long detour around it, throw a stone at me.
‘The best thing about gaining Superhuman Strength is being freed from this kind of midnight terror.’
But I remember how much the old me used to fear it.
“So let’s make our esteemed judge understand it too.”
“Let’s do it.”
“Let’s go.”
The three of us — including Debussy — joined hands and chanted “For justice!” once.
“But Cassian.”
“Yeah?”
“Sleeveless is still really cold…….”
“I could get you a long-sleeved shirt right now…….”
“No, I’ll overcome the cold with my passion for justice…….”
I wiped away a tear.
Then I rushed off to find Judge Cameron.
That’s how I left an intense first impression at the Gelato Shop.
After that, I kept visiting Judge Cameron off and on.
I didn’t speak to him or touch him.
I just watched.
When Judge Cameron was holding court, I’d stand in a corner of the Courtroom and watch.
When he was leaving work and heading home, I’d follow him and watch.
On holidays, when he was spending time with friends at a Salon or Tea House, I’d press my face against the shop window from outside and watch.
Since I had work to do, I couldn’t watch all day. But I’d show up whenever I had time and watch.
Judge Cameron lasted exactly three days.
On the fourth day, the exasperated Judge Cameron filed a report against me with the Capital Guard.
But he received the following response.
“I’m sorry? The judge? Forgive me, but who is— ha ha ha. Ha ha ha.”
“Judge, surely you understand. Simply looking at someone isn’t grounds for filing a report. There’s nothing we can do about it.”
He tried to have a burly servant remove me.
But I’d just grin and disappear, only to return again.
Within a week, Judge Cameron’s gray hair noticeably thinned.
‘Do you understand now, Judge?’
Having caught a cold from wearing sleeveless clothes in this weather to look like a madwoman, I wiped my nose and followed Judge Cameron’s footsteps — he’d developed the habit of checking his surroundings while he walked ever since I started appearing.
But.
“Lord Arden! Lord Arden there! Help me out, will you!”
I hadn’t anticipated things would turn out like this…….

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