The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 70

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Episode 70
Arden and I stood facing each other across the wide-open front door.
“…….”
“…….”
“What are you doing here?”
“Patrol.”
“An Imperial Knight doing it personally?”
“There was reason to.”
In case someone ignored the warning and tried to approach the victim. That’s what Arden was saying.
‘That sounds like he’s talking about me.’
This dutiful Imperial Knight had come on patrol because my transformed muscle-bound form might not listen and try to contact Judge Cameron anyway.
As the thought took shape, the image of myself from earlier today flashed across his mind. Arden made a gagging sound.
“…….”
“Ugh.”
“I see. You’re quite dedicated…….”
“…….”
“Only people like you should serve in the Capital Guard or the Imperial Knight Corps…….”
“Thanks.”
“…….”
“…….”
Crash!
“Stop right there!”
I broke through the window beside the entrance and bolted, with Arden in pursuit.
“All the judge’s furnishings are getting destroyed!”
”
The
judge makes plenty of money, so he can just buy
new
ones!”
Someone screamed behind me.
“Don’t tell me that pervert from this afternoon was you the whole time!”
Arden, quick to pick up on things, cried out.
“Even disguised as a man, you still wear the same amount of clothes!”
“This is genuinely unfair!”
Never mind sleeveless—this combat uniform isn’t something I choose to wear!
I’ve even tried wearing the athletic pants from Academy underneath my skirt!
But then the Transformation breaks!
“Unfair!”
As I sprinted shouting, Park Yeon’s head swung from my side like a doll hanging from a carriage. Arden gasped at the sight of Park Yeon’s limp-necked form.
“A dog running around outside in nothing but underwear!”
How could a dog traveling with me also be such a deviant!
“Deviant? I’m proud, thank you very much!”
“Hush!”
Don’t say that! I steadied the protesting Park Yeon in my arms and ran down the broad avenue.
This is why I hate wealthy neighborhoods!
The streets are too wide and open—nowhere to lose him in an alley!
And!
Running, I figured it out!
That alcohol I drank earlier must have been strong stuff!
The buzz is hitting me now!
With a cold on top of it, I’m getting drunk faster!
Damn it!
“Seraphina… Sena! Magic Saint Sena! Get a grip!”
Run straight! Park Yeon pounded my forearm frantically with furry paws as I zigzagged beside him.
“We’re going to get caught like this!”
“Tell me about it!”
I’m stumbling drunk while Arden’s somehow this fast?
“Aaaahhhhh!”
Screaming doesn’t make you run any faster.
But because I was drunk, I screamed and bolted through the streets.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Lights flickered on in nearby mansions as my howl tore through the night.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
I took a blow to my forearm from Park Yeon’s hand and wheeled sharply around a corner.
That’s when I crashed straight into a Capital Guard patrol.
“Eek!”
Startled to encounter a Magic Saint in the dead of night, the guard unsheathed his sword—scabbard and all—and leveled it at me.
“Eek eek eek! A Magic Saint! Eek eek eek!”
Without so much as drawing the blade from its scabbard, the frenzied guardsman charged; I planted a foot squarely on his head and bounded onto the roof.
“Oof!”
“Sorry about that!”
Your head made such a convenient stepping stone!
“Magic Saint!”
Unable to bring himself to use a guardsman’s skull as a springboard the way I had, Arden huffed in exasperation and gazed up at me.
Paying him no mind, I lost my footing and nearly went sliding backward.
“Seraphina! If this keeps up, get me down from here!”
“You said you’d stay with the Magic Saint whether you lived or died!”
“Dying like this would be a pathetic end!”
“Well, you are a dog, aren’t you?”
“Grrrowl!”
I forced myself to focus and ran again.
As I ran, Arden chased after me.
Across one roof and onto the next mansion, then the next, then the next…
We bounded side by side through the residential district beneath the moonlit sky.
Then the roofs simply ended.
Before us lay Clock Square, where the Central Court of Luare stood.
I skidded to a halt; Arden looked up from below with a triumphant grin.
Then he pulled something from his coat pocket.
“A slingshot?!”
Why in the world are you digging that out?
“My stomach’s churning… urgh…”
Swaying unsteadily, I managed to brandish the Magical Mallet.
★★★★★
I want a sharp, savory broth!
I want to lie down!
Most of all!
I want to go home!
Magic Saint Seraphina!
‘Everyone should quit drinking’
Hammer Strike……
Whoooosh, crackle crackle……
★★★★★
Boing.
“What is this?!”
What I had intended!
Was a magnificent pair of wings sprouting from my back!
But this!
“Is just a silly headpiece!”
I wailed, touching the tiny wings that had sprouted beside my ears.
So when you’re drunk, magic stops working properly?!
“Apparently the law doesn’t recognize magical exemptions for people in weakened states of mind and body!”
Magic trumps imperial law!
There was no time to dwell on this.
I leaped toward the Clock Tower ahead of me.
That long, elegant Clock Tower that graced the empire’s ten-thousand-gold banknotes.
Designed eight centuries ago by some renowned architect, it stood as the capital’s tallest structure and a symbol of Luare itself—
There was even a saying: “The Clock Tower’s hand sound is the heartbeat of the empire.”
I don’t care anymore, just save me!
“Kyaaaaah!”
The wind whistles past, and Tofu’s facial hair flutters against my arm.
Flap-flap-flap.
The pair of wings clipped to either side of my head like hairpins were doing their best, after all.
I managed—just barely—to grip the clock hand!
Crack!
“Aaah!”
No good!
“Magic Saint!”
Thrashing, I smashed the clock hand with my fist and plummeted—only to be caught by Arden, who’d chased after me.
The pair of wings, having given everything until their strength failed, faded away, keeping my fall from becoming a catastrophic plunge.
I found myself held aloft in Arden’s arms like some princess, and our eyes met.
“…….”
“…….”
Thump-thump.
Clang… clang… clang.
The broken clock hand in my fist made a strange, discordant sound.
Thump-thump.
“You….”
Nestled in Arden’s embrace,
Thump-thump.
“I—I didn’t mean to do that this time, I swear….”
I fumbled through my explanation, meeting those wide, pale-green eyes and the reflection of myself within them.
Thump-thump.
“Yelp!”
Splat!
What was that sound?!
Tofu had torn open the Pepper Pouch hanging from my Magical Mallet with his teeth and was flinging it straight at Arden’s face!
That’s right!
That was the pepper powder Cassian had given him to use on villains!
“Hack!”
Suddenly showered in pepper, Arden squeezed both eyes shut tight.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
All the while, I scrambled out of Arden’s arms—he kept them taut, refusing to let me fall.
“Are you all right?!”
I scrubbed furiously at Arden’s cheeks, wiping away the pepper dust.
“Let me see!”
Did it get in your eyes? I leaned in close.
Arden’s eyes had gone red as a rabbit’s, tears streaming freely as he managed to pry one eye open.
Our faces inches apart, our eyes met again.
Thump-thump.
For a moment, my gaze caught on the glistening tears pooling beneath those pale-green irises.
“…….”
“…….”
Arden’s grip tightened around my wrist.
“Caught you.”
Gasp.
“Magic Saint, you’re under arrest on multiple charges….”
“Of all the infuriating—”
That was when it happened.
“Magic Saint!”
Screech!
A carriage lurched to a halt right in front of us.
Jolt!
The impact flung the carriage door open.
A mysterious lady, perched on the driver’s bench, gestured urgently.
“Hurry!”
“Ahhhhh!”
I wrenched my wrist free from Arden’s grip—his eyes still too blurred to see properly—and bolted upright.
“Sorry!”
“Stop right there!”
“Run!”
Somewhere along the way, Johann had latched onto my back, and I sprinted toward the carriage.
Before I could fully climb inside, it lurched forward.
I hung from the open door and shouted back.
“Arden! It’s just pepper! Completely harmless to humans!”
Go wash it off with water right now!
“I’m so very soooorry!”
Screech! Creak! Bang!
“Damn it!”
While an obviously inexperienced coachman—a certain disreputable noblewoman handling her first carriage—drove us careening through the square, clipping corners and whatever else lay in our path.
“Magic Saint! You treacherous thing!”
Arden, still caught in the pepper’s sting, tears streaming down his face, bolted toward the fountain.
Dong… dong… click.
All that remained was the sound of the Clock Tower’s broken hand, squeaking as it ground to a halt.
Dong… dong… click.
The Clock Tower’s hand sound—the heartbeat of Luare……
The heart has stopped.

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