The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 68

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Episode 68
“That was close…”
I’d almost been caught. I let out a shaky breath and pressed a hand to my chest.
Arden and Judge Cameron had already vanished from sight, but I craned my neck anyway to watch the direction they’d gone.
“Wow.”
Arden really is something.
“Standing up like that to a man a whole head taller than him.”
I’d always figured Arden’s confidence and audacity came from never meeting anyone bigger than he was.
“Guess that’s not it.”
I rambled to myself to ease the tension.
“Like back at the Tram Residence—anyway, when Arden works, he’s definitely… he’s definitely…”
Kind of cool, actually……
“Ahem! Ahem!”
No one heard that thought, right?
Okay, okay. Quick—think about something else.
After a week of staking out the Court, the restaurant, and every other spot in between,
I’d watched Judge Cameron go from a fearless middle-aged man who’d scold street kids on a whim and yell at reporters in public
to someone who now
glances over his shoulder whenever he walks alone at night,
flinches at the sound of footsteps following behind him,
eyes a carriage with drawn curtains parked in an empty street with suspicion,
avoids shadowy alleys,
and always checks his driver’s credentials before taking a hired cab for work.
All in just one week.
Standing in an empty alley, I let out a sudden sneeze.
“Alright, so now we move on to the final plan?”
That night.
“Deubu. Wake up. We’ve got to go.”
I shook Deubu awake—he was sprawled across my entire bed, dead asleep.
Had he been out earning money all day? His eyes cracked open, and he let out a snoring snuffle before stretching lazily.
“What time is it?”
“Ten o’clock.”
When I held up the quilted jacket he’d peeled off earlier, he whined that he didn’t want to put it back on.
I grabbed both his hands and pulled his arms through the sleeves, then properly fitted his hat and mask.
“Transformation!”
Deubu spun in place with glee as I hoisted him onto my shoulder and clasped my hands mirror.
I closed my eyes.
“Money, reputation, health…”
Not just a regular salary,
but
enough wealth to make you gasp, not the honor of a village elder but fame so vast that everyone knows my name, and health robust enough that at ninety years old I can still bite into a steak with my own teeth…
★★★★★
Magic Saint Seraphina!
Transformation!
★★★★★
“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”
“Wait. Let me do the muscular form transformation too while we’re at it.”
I swung the Boing Hammer.
In my sleeveless getup—now familiar from these past few days—I went to open the window as usual and slip out, when
“…”
“What’s wrong?”
“…My shoulders are stuck. I can’t get through.”
I couldn’t exactly walk out through the front entrance looking like this, either.
So I crumpled my body as much as I could and squeezed my shoulders through the window gap.
I heard an ominous creak—but I’d worry about that later.
“Ugh. This cold is killing me.”
I landed in the alley and brushed off my knees.
“Right. Seraphina. Take this.”
“What is it?”
I took the pouch that Dobu handed me.
A small yellow star was drawn in the corner of the soft navy velvet pouch.
“It’s a gift from Cassian,” he said.
“Cassian got me a gift?”
I wondered if it was hazard pay and opened it.
“…What is this? Pepper?”
“That’s right. In a moment of crisis, you throw it in the bad guy’s face—whoosh!”
“I see….”
Why would I need to throw pepper in a bad guy’s face when I could just drive my fist—whoosh!—into the center of his face instead?
A broken nose would keep him from chasing after me. Would I really ever use this?
Tilting my head, I accepted it anyway.
“Out of consideration for the villain’s human rights, I made it with ingredients that are good for the body. Even if it gets in the eyes, it’ll just sting a little—completely harmless!”
You might even improve your eyesight!
“Sure, sure.”
I responded half-heartedly and hung the pepper pouch on the Boing Hammer like a keychain.
Decorating the hammer.
Hammer decoration—☆
“Cassian doesn’t say much, but he worries about you a lot,” Dobu said.
“Cassian worries about me?”
The same one who wouldn’t come rescue me if I got kidnapped? Worries about me?
Ha.
“Dobu. Like I told you before.”
“What?”
“Show your concern with money.”
Are you listening, bosses?
♡☆♧Employee appreciation through words isn’t real appreciation♡☆♧
♡☆♧It’s just wasting their time♡☆♧
“Ahem. Ahem.”
The first-floor study of Cameron’s Residence.
Judge Cameron, looking unusually cheerful, sat in his indoor clothes wearing a pointed sleeping cap and sipping mulled wine.
“I did well to tell Lord Arden about it…….”
The way he hummed to himself suggested that the muscular man had vanished from his life, leaving him refreshed.
But Judge Cameron had forgotten one thing.
The third-year Academy Law School student who broke into Eve’s house—the one the judge had set free to roam the streets without restriction.
After hearing the victim’s refusal.
Even after receiving a court warning not to appear near Eve.
He ignored it and broke into Eve’s house anyway.
Did the Restraining Order protect Eve then?
No!
‘Let’s see who protects the judge today.’
Rustle.
Judge Cameron flinched at the sound coming from outside the window.
As if he’d made some preparation, he grabbed the pistol he’d placed on his desk and yanked open the curtains covering the window.
Bang bang bang! A wild fox that had been digging in the flower bed fled in alarm.
“Phew. Just a stray fox.”
Reassured, Judge Cameron closed the curtains again.
Normally, regardless of the hour, he would have called his butler and raged about how a stray fox dared to enter his flower bed.
But now, simply because it wasn’t the muscular man, his heart had grown generous.
Judge Cameron wiped the sweat that had beaded on his forehead with the back of his hand and gulped down his mulled wine.
He set the pistol back on the desk and turned around.
“…Wait. Did I leave the door….”
His murmur trailed off before he could finish.
Because the muscular man, smiling broadly, emerged from the corner of the room.
Of course, the muscular man this time was me.
“Where are you going, Judge?”
I grinned, showing my teeth.
Click.
Snap.
I locked the study door.
In my hand was a bottle of cooking wine I’d stolen from the kitchen before entering the study.
I left Judge Cameron frozen in place and slowly poured another glass, speaking with measured calm.
“You said it yourself, Your Honor. A victim whom the law does not favor is not truly a victim at all.”
These elite of the nation, far more intelligent than the common masses, render their verdicts through perfect reason and logic.
“And as an elite, Your Honor pronounced—”
that the criminal who broke into librarian Eve’s home
1) grew up in an unfortunate household
2) is a promising young person with a bright future ahead
3) was in a state of diminished mental capacity, intoxicated at the time of arrest
“—and based on such considerations, you ruled to dismiss the case.”
“You… you….”
“But Your Honor, I have no parents.”
Both of them passed away when I was young. Quite unfortunate, wouldn’t you say?
“And by Your Honor’s standards, I’m also a promising young person. I graduated from the Academy, after all.”
Though strictly speaking, I couldn’t actually graduate—no money for that.
I laughed—a thin, unsettling sound—and took a step closer to Judge Cameron.
The judge, pale and rigid, made no move to reach for the pistol he’d set down, made no attempt to call for his butler, did nothing at all. He simply remained frozen.
I watched him in that state and slowly raised the bottle.
“And.”
I drank the cooking wine in long, deliberate gulps.
“Oh dear. What should I do about this.”
I wiped the liquor trailing from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand and spoke.
“Looks like I have diminished mental capacity now, too?”

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