The Magical Holy Woman Seraphina - Chapter 79

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Magic Saint Seraphina
Episode 79
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
“Ack.”
What’s going on? Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III asked.
Beats me.
I wanted to answer, but the hold around me was too tight to speak.
I could only blink my eyes inside Cassian’s arms.
The height difference meant I couldn’t see anything ahead.
Somewhere beneath Cassian’s collarbone where my nose was buried, I felt something throbbing with a distinct pulse.
‘Like a heartbeat.’
Wait, isn’t the heart supposed to be lower than the collarbone?
Which means Cassian’s heart is beating that hard right now…. Hard enough for my nose to feel it.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
I thought you were dead. I waited because it seemed like you might say something like that, but nothing came.
Cassian simply held me tightly.
Since Cassian wasn’t speaking, I preferred to stay quiet too if I could.
…But this was more awkward than I expected.
“Hey, Cassian?”
Tap. I raised my arm and rested it on his forearm.
“…….”
“Cassian, I can’t breathe…….”
Come on, let me go already. I tapped repeatedly against his arm and shoulder.
“…….”
Still silent.
The first to speak wasn’t Cassian—it was Arden.
“What in the world is this situation?”
Arden’s voice called from somewhere behind us.
“I came because I got the summons… and what is this?”
Exactly.
“Why is everyone outside acting that way, why is the shop in such a mess, and why are you two—”
Why… why? Even Arden’s words faltered.
Right?!
“And!”
Arden shouted loudly and apparently hoisted Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III, who had still been at his feet, into the air. Yelp! The startled dog’s cry rang out.
This wouldn’t do. I pushed against Cassian’s arm with force.
As I escaped his embrace, the trashed shop and Arden finally came into view.
His blond hair looked like a bird’s nest—he must have just rolled out of bed. Arden held the dog suspended in the air by the waist with both hands and shouted.
“This dog! This dog just spoke!”
“Woof….”
“What is this? I was told the Magic Saint and the Temple have nothing to do with each other! Were you two acquainted? And why were you hugging him?!”
“…….”
“…….”
“Could it be… that you’re married?!”
Does every embrace make you a couple?
“Say something!”
‘Say something, anything.’
I glanced up at Cassian.
“…….”
Still nothing.
“Whimper.”
Held fast by Arden, Johann Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III whined mournfully.
“…….”
“…….”
“Are you ignoring me?!”
I had no choice but to step forward.
I stepped forward, dropping my voice to sound serious.
“So… Arden?”
“Magic Saint, you…!”
“The thing is, actually—”
“Actually?”
“Come closer.”
I whispered as if about to share a secret.
“Quickly.”
At my gesture, Arden stepped forward with a suspicious expression. The moment he was within reach, I grabbed him with enough force to make an audible thwack.
“What—!”
“Memory Loss Hammer strike!”
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Thud.
I caught Arden with one hand as he crumpled like a faint ing princess.
“Sorry.”
I tidied his disheveled hair and propped him carefully against the counter.
The moment I struck Arden with the Memory Loss Hammer, Debussy—who’d somehow crossed over my head—swatted my forehead repeatedly with his tail.
“Cassian!”
You worried about your master?!
True to form, he went looking for Cassian instead of checking on me.
I adjusted Arden’s head as it started to loll to one side and turned to face Cassian.
“……”
“……”
For some reason the moment felt awkward, and I hesitated.
Cassian shrugged and spoke first.
“So, did you recharge?”
“What?”
“Your magic. Did it recharge?”
“I… what?”
“You just cast some major spell, didn’t you? I thought you’d need to recharge, so I hugged you.”
“…Oh.”
So that’s what it was about.
All the wind went out of my sails.
“What, I thought you were—”
Good grief.
I pulled Debussy down from my head as he kept kicking the back of my skull with his hind legs, and burst out laughing.
“God, really. What was I thinking. I got so startled. I really thought—”
For a moment there, I’d been thinking something strange.
Whew!
‘My imagination really is something. For a second I was thinking something genuinely weird.’
That Cassian might have been—
Ugh, I’m hopeless!
Thank goodness no one could read my thoughts.
I laughed at my own ridiculousness and bonked Cassian’s shoulder with the Memory Loss Hammer.
“Honestly, what was I even—I keep telling you, recharging doesn’t work with you! It has to be Arden!”
“……”
“Anyway, that was a close call. But everything worked out fine.”
“……”
“Let’s go. Before people wake up.”
What a thing to worry about.
Look at me, entertaining all these random thoughts. I’m prone to self-consciousness, apparently.
I tapped Cassian’s shoulder one more time for good measure and turned back toward the counter.
I picked up the black rabbit lying unconscious there.
“Take care of this one.”
I handed the rabbit to Cassian, then hoisted the now-unconscious shop owner and staff members with both hands.
‘Looks like the owner’s been locked in here for the past ten days.’
The animal abuser must have imprisoned the owner and run the shop himself in their place.
I carefully positioned the owner and staff in front of the register where passing people would spot them, then hoisted the unconscious Arden onto my back.
The height difference meant Arden’s feet dragged across the floor.
“Oof, he’s heavy.”
She looked lean, but was it all muscle?
“I…”
“You look after the rabbit.”
I jerked my chin toward Cassian, who was about to accept Arden.
“Let’s go. We need to move fast. Where’s that carriage we came in?”
We had to leave now.
“But Cassian, did you hear that?”
I actually delivered a line like a real Magic Saint back there.
“To exploit the hearts of those we wish to love—I cannot forgive it!”
“Did you really say that?!”
“I’m telling you, I did!”
“What a shame I missed such a magnificent line!”
Behind us, chattering away as we hurried toward the carriage.
“…Huh?”
“…Why am I here?”
“…What is this…”
“What was I doing?”
“Oh my, did I just—”
“Goodness! I’m so sorry! Am I really like this?!”
“Are you all right?!”
“Meow!”
“Bunbeak! I’m sorry!”
“Look over there!”
“Rimkins! Get your wits about you!”
“That’s your grandmother?!”
“She looks so young!”
“Someone get the young-looking grandmother to a hospital!”
The citizens who had been unconscious were stirring awake one by one.
“How desperately did Arden leave that he didn’t even lock the door?”
Thirty minutes later, at the Boarding House.
Room 306, where I’d carried Arden up.
This was my first time inside Arden’s room, and it was remarkably sparse.
There was barely anything here.
He actually lived here, didn’t he?
“You’re not keeping two homes, are you?”
I squinted back at Arden, still clinging to my back.
He slept soundly, oblivious to my rambling.
“How does his room smell so fragrant?”
No wonder he called mine a pigsty.
I laid Arden down on the bed by the window.
“Hmm.”
I rolled him slightly and pulled the blanket over him.
“Mm…”
I gazed down at Arden asleep, his usual sharpness completely gone—angelic, even.
When he woke up, he’d forget everything that happened tonight.
“Sorry for calling you out in the middle of the night. Sweet dreams…?”
After deliberating, I tapped his forehead gently with the Memory Loss Hammer. I’d used up all my magic, but I hoped some kind of good fortune would transfer through.
“Thank you for being my battery. I’m counting on you going forward. Not that you have a choice about it…”
After trying it with Cassian today, I realized you’re really the only one who works.
I was muttering to myself when
I suddenly froze mid-motion.
…
‘Wait, what am I saying again…that I don’t get charged unless I’m holding you, not him! It has to be Arden!’
‘Magic Saints originally draw their power from love and justice, right? If you felt that flutter of excitement back then, your magic might have been recharged by it.’
Romantic feelings.
Love.
Recharge.
Wait… hold on.
…
Right.
Why is my magic charged when I embrace Arden, but it doesn’t respond at all when I hold Cassian?
Why?
Why?
Why?
“Surely not…”
Surely not. No way. That can’t be it.
It absolutely cannot, cannot, cannot be…
“Aaahhh!”
I think I’ve lost my mind!

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