The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 74

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Chapter 74
Strange things kept happening after that.
The next day, I went with Hazel to visit a certain nobleman’s residence.
We were there to take measurements of the master’s daughter, who hated leaving the house, and try selling her a few hats.
While the daughter wrapped the measuring tape around her waist, the lady of the house lounged on the sofa, sipping wine since morning, and asked us a question.
“How much do young ladies like you earn doing this sort of work?”
I thought, *Why is she asking about someone else’s salary? It’s infuriating.* But I answered earnestly.
“We receive 1.5 million Gold per month, madam.”
“That’s quite a lot! I only give my maid 1.2 million per month.”
Excuse me?
The dress we’re tailoring for this house’s daughter costs 5 million Gold, and the live-in maid gets 1.2 million a month?
“To be honest, I still don’t think it’s necessary to pay the maids so much…….”
“I see…….”
I don’t know his face, but I truly admire the Crown Prince.
Didn’t he establish the Rudeness Corporal Punishment Law to protect suffering shop workers?
Please, I’m begging you—create a Law Against Spouting Nonsense too.
I was muttering under my breath when my eyes met the house’s maid’s. After we exchanged that look only fellow employees understand.
We finished taking measurements and sold a few hats and socks.
“Oh, on your way out, stop by the pastry shop on De Marcy Street and tell our maid she should go there soon. You two earn 1.5 million Gold a month, so surely you can do that much, right?”
I bowed to the lady, who marveled right up until the end at how much money we earned, and left the room.
“Seraphina, let’s grab a quick bite before we go.”
Hazel, who’d been barely containing her seething frustration all this time, gestured to me with her chin.
The two of us headed toward the back door where the servants used to slip out, each popping a candy into our mouth.
(Did you think I was going to smoke?
Tsk.
Smoking is bad for your health. Please refrain from it.)
“Sigh……”
Crouched down, Hazel rested the hand holding the candy on her knee and used her other hand to ruffle her hair roughly.
Her expression said she had plenty to say, but would wait until we got out of here.
Just then the back door opened, and the maid I’d exchanged glances with earlier came out carrying garbage bags in both hands.
I quickly took the bags from her—they looked far too heavy for one person to carry.
“Thanks.”
The maid I’d helped dropped the garbage bags and pulled out a candy for herself, popping it in her mouth just like we had.
She glanced around, then asked,
“Did you get paid?”
“Paid?”
“For the hats and socks you sold today. If you haven’t yet, make sure you get it from the steward before you leave. If not now, the lady might keep putting it off and never pay you at all.”
“Come on, surely not.”
“It’s not ‘surely not.’ Didn’t you see?”
……
I saw.
“She’s a terrible person, honestly. She even resents us taking a sip of water during work hours. Says that since she’s paid us, we should only work during working hours. Yet she wastes 200,000 Gold on some weird gelato.”
“…Weird gelato?”
“Love’s Gelato, I think it was called? That place that sells it at Clock Tower Square.”
“Oh!”
So that shop was called Love’s Gelato?
‘I thought it was Grandma Rimkins’s homemade gelato.’
Hazel and I, who both had bad memories of that gelato shop, looked at each other and shook our heads.
The maid grumbled.
“200,000 Gold—can you believe it? That’s a sixth of my whole monthly wage…….”
Just then the residence grew noisy inside.
I heard the sound of horse hooves clacking rapidly from the front entrance—someone had arrived.
“Shouldn’t you head back in?”
At my words, the maid sucked on her candy.
“It’s fine. The master’s just arrived, so they won’t come looking for a maid who went to take out the trash.”
“Still, you never know.”
“This’ll do the trick.”
The maid pressed herself against the residence wall and reached out to tap a small side door that led somewhere.
The door creaked open, and sounds from inside began to drift out.
“It’s the door to the preparation room connecting to the reception hall. If I leave it open, you’ll be able to hear the conversation happening in the reception room.”
If you hear someone calling for me, just come back. The Maid said this.
“See this? This is that gelato stick…… I’ve lost count of how many I’ve eaten.”
“Gelato has a stick?”
“Love’s Gelato does. That’s probably why it’s expensive.”
And then what? She was complaining that 120 Gold seemed like too much to give to me, as she glared at the garbage bag stuffed full of gelato sticks.
“Prepare yourself at once. Your uncle has passed away.”
“Heavens!”
From the reception room came the voices of the husband and wife of this household, speaking to one another.
We all held our breath at this unexpected news.
“According to the will, half of his estate is to be left to you.”
“Is that truly so, my dear?”
“It is. We shall be wealthy now. So hurry and change into fresh clothes, then we’ll go see the lawyer.”
“Yes. Of course. We’ll need to get a divorce as well.”
“…What did you just say?”
“I said let’s divorce. With money, there’s no reason to stay with you anymore.”
……
……
……
I, Hazel, and the Maid of this house exchanged glances with one another.
…Didn’t they call it Love’s Gelato?
Strange occurrences continued on the way back.
As we rode in the carriage toward the Clothing Shop.
I saw a boy and girl in Academy uniforms sitting on a park bench, sharing a gelato stick between them.
“Ah, that must be it. Love’s Gelato.”
“It does look peculiar.”
The carriage happened to stop for a moment.
With my chin propped on my hand, I examined the strangely-shaped gelato, its box clearly embossed with the name “Grandma Rimkins’ Handmade Gelato.”
Below the wide, rectangular, pale yellow gelato sat two sticks side by side.
It looked like two ice cream bars meant to be held by the stick and eaten, placed together.
“So the two of them each hold one stick and split it down the middle to eat?”
With bits of black vanilla bean studded throughout, it certainly looked delicious enough…
“They must have stood in line together to buy it so they could share.”
“Sweet times.”
I was watching with my chin propped, feeling rather pleased.
“Oh my.”
Was the boy’s hand larger than the girl’s?
Nearly all of the rectangular gelato had tilted toward the boy. The girl’s face crumpled, and the boy tried to console her.
“Don’t worry. We’ll stand in line again tomorrow and buy one, won’t we?”
And with that, he offered her a bite of the gelato he was holding.
I was watching the two children share their gelato so amicably.
When suddenly the girl jumped to her feet and slapped the boy across the cheek.
“You! You did that on purpose!”
“Sister!”
“You were trying to be happy with some other girl! That’s why you did it on purpose!”
What on earth is happening?
But before I could watch any further, the carriage began moving again, and the two Academy students disappeared from view……
“So if the two of them share that gelato, they’ll be able to live happily together forever?”
If they eat it together?
“Haven’t you read the newspaper?”
“I was too busy staring at Judge Cassian to read any newspaper.”
Give my eyes some consideration—they’ve been through enough staring at an old man all this time instead of all the clean and beautiful things in this world.
Cassian nodded in agreement with what I said.
“Take one of my portraits with you when you go?”
“Are you mad?”
“Take the one I drew when I was fifteen.”
“Stop before I burn all your portraits to ashes.”
I held up my fist and plopped down onto the empty sofa.
This was Cassian’s study.
Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III was rolling around on the floor in front of the desk where Cassian sat, a ball in his mouth.
Cassian kept going on about how busy he was, wailing so dramatically about it that I ended up coming all the way here.
I’d figured him for one of those idle fellows who just delivered tea for Cassian, but why was he so pressed for time?
‘Apparently more people have been hanging around the Grand Temple, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Magic Saint.’
Even though the Grand Temple had issued a statement that they had nothing to do with the Magic Saint.
There were even rumors that the High Priest, who rarely showed his face in public, was actually the Magic Saint.
Which meant that I…
‘…was being suspected of being simultaneously a bandit-looking old man, a short fellow, and the High Priest.’
Ha!
Instead of me scoffing, Cassian shuffled through a newspaper and thrust an article he’d set aside under my nose.
“Want to take a look at this?”

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