Chapter : 06
“Huh? Why is the window open… Oh my! Oppa!” Clang!
Mrs. Scrooge’s scream tore through the night sky. The sound of the glass cup she was holding dropping and shattering. Simultaneously, lamplights turned on all over De Marci Street.
“Address 36! The fifth floor of the light purple clothing shop building!”
“Here she is!”
It didn’t take even 10 minutes for the Capital Guards, who received the report, to rush into the clothing shop.
“We received a report that gunshots were heard!”
The number was quite large for people showing up late after everything was over. Good.
“There are traces of bullets here!”
“Are they really bullets?! Then it was a robbery?!”
“It seems like the gentleman who collapsed here fired them?”
“…Eing?”
“What, he wasn’t the victim?”
Soon, the windows of neighboring buildings opened one by one. People wearing sleeping caps peered over at the Scrooge Clothing Shop to see what was happening. Some more curious people came out, peering around in coats over their pajamas.
“What, then…”
“It wasn’t a robber or a thief?”
“But since someone knocked the gentleman out, wouldn’t it still be a robbery?”
“But there are no injuries.”
Having confirmed that there were no missing items and no victims with significant injuries, the guards quickly turned their attention elsewhere.
“Mrs. Scrooge, could you explain why you were alone with a gentleman who is not your husband at the clothing shop at this hour?”
“T-that.”
“…Surely, it’s not what I think it is?”
“It’s not!” Mrs. Scrooge, who had followed the adulterous man being carried out on a stretcher and was anxiously fussing, quickly denied it.
“T-this person is our regular customer! We only met because there was an urgent need to take measurements!”
“…At 2 a.m.?”
“O-oh, the clothes were very urgent!”
Murmur, murmur.
“What did she say?”
“She said they met to take measurements.”
“Now?”
“She said the clothes were very urgent.”
The surrounding citizens whispered, looking at Mrs. Scrooge and the unconscious adulterous man.
“No matter how urgent the clothes are, at 2 a.m.?”
“I know.”
It’s very suspicious, but since she denies it so firmly, there’s no way to refute it.
Just as the suspicion was growing—
“Oh?”
Letters fluttered down from the sky.
A curious citizen quickly snatched a letter. He craned his neck and read the writing on the envelope out loud for everyone to hear.
“Sender, Ebinie Scrooge of De Marci Clothing Shop. Recipient, Stepan Oblonski. The content is… No, what is this!”
“Why!”
“What is it!”
“In the letter written by Mrs. Scrooge to Mr. Oblonski… she calls herself ‘Baby’!”
“There’s another letter written by a woman who isn’t his wife! There are lipstick marks on the cover! The content is, let me see… what! Pregnancy!”
“Oh my God!”
“Wait, if it’s Oblonski… from the Oberon Trading Company?”
“That’s right, didn’t the head of the company adopt a son-in-law? I heard he only has one daughter…”
“Then?”
“He’s a married man…!”
Murmur, murmur. Murmur, murmur. The people’s whispers grew uncontrollably loud. People who had been watching the situation from inside their homes couldn’t resist their curiosity and came out to the street, grabbing their neighbors and asking, “What’s going on?”
“It’s adultery!”
“With two people, too!”
“One of them is pregnant!”
“Wow!”
No one on De Marci Street slept that night.
In the midst of the chaos, the adulterous man finally regained consciousness and mumbled blankly:
“Hmm? Why am I here… What happened?”
‘What happened? You got ruined, that’s what happened.’
On the rooftop of the clothing shop, which no one bothered to look up at. I sat with my legs stretched out and answered the adulterous man’s question in my head.
As you might have guessed, the culprit for the letters falling from the sky was me. And of course, I was the one who reported it to the patrolling guards.
‘Starting this year, the Capital Guards patrol even in the early morning.’
I heard it was a policy promoted by His Highness the Crown Prince, whose face I’ve never seen. It must be a policy considering citizens like me who go home late after work.
‘I’ve never seen his face, but he’s a very good person.’
Anyway.
“With this, that adulterous man will be divorced without a single penny…”
I shook the few letters of the adulterous man that I had secretly tucked away. He must have carried them around with him so his wife wouldn’t find them. They came out immediately when I searched his pockets.
“If his wife sues the mistresses for adultery and demands alimony, the mistress and Mrs. Scrooge will also be in trouble.”
The adulterous man and the mistress are divorced and penniless. The three of them can raise the mistress’s child together in harmony.
“What is this, ‘Men of the Center’?” He must be a member of a social club.
I flicked the social club badge that came out along with the letters onto the street.
While I was doing this, the Maltese was holding the last candy star with both paws and crunching it. Touching the brooch that had returned to its original form, I said:
“Doggy.”
“Divine Beast, woof.”
“You said the Magic Saintess’s job is to show justice to people who cleverly slip through the legal net and those whose wrongs are ambiguous to punish by law.”
The Maltese’s eyes widened just hearing that. He jumped up and hugged my leg.
“The Magic Saintess is non-refundable, woof!”
“Eh?”
“You tried on the uniform! And you transformed! Surely you’re not saying you won’t do it now!”
“……”
“Seraphina, do you know what a dine-and-dasher is, woof?!”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it.”
“Really?!”
“Yes. I’ll do it. But I have a condition.”
“First, let’s get out of here.”
I picked up the Maltese, whose mouth was rainbow-colored from eating too many candy stars, and kicked off the roof.
Behind me, as I leaped across the rooftops with the dog in my arms, I could hear the citizens who still hadn’t dispersed shouting:
“Wait, what’s written on the back of this letter?!”
“Read it!”
“I can’t see!”
“Ah, don’t push!”
“Read it out loud!”
“What is the sky doing when there are so many bad people in the world? Why hasn’t it taken that guy away?So I came to take him myself.I accuse him of the crime of taking an innocent young person’s job!Have a just day!– Magic Saintess Sena 💫 –”
“But who is Sena, woof? Seraphina’s name is Seraphina!”
“Do you want me to advertise so people can catch me? By using my real name.”
Just now, too, you called me by my name so carelessly in front of the adulterous man. Good thing the adulterous man lost his memory.
“People recognizing you just because I said your name! Is Seraphina’s name that unique, woof?”
“Honestly. What is your name, doggy?”
“This body is!” The dog puffed out its chest and shouted.
“The proud lineage of the Divine Beast, Yohan Mendelssohn Handel Beethoven Bach Schubert Mozart Debussy Park Yeon Strauss III!”
“……”
I’ll just call you Tofu.
“But hey, Tofu. How do I take off this outfit?” Shouldn’t the clothes revert to normal once the Magic Saintess activity is over?
“It feels like it’s about to tear if I pull on it, but it won’t come off.”
“Oh no! You mustn’t tear it, woof!” If the clothes tear, the facial recognition impairment spell breaks too! Tofu, who was rummaging through a drawer to offer me a snack, flapped excitedly.
“You just have to take off the necklace, woof!”
“Ah, that’s all?”
I took off the necklace, half-doubting him.
“It really worked.”
This time, it reverted immediately, without the spinning, flying petals, and shooting rainbow light. When transforming, the flair is important, but who cares about reverting?
“Of course. Transformation is all about establishing dominance, woof.”
“I’ll get shot while establishing dominance…”
“Always wear the necklace, woof. When you wear it around your neck, the hand mirror size shrinks, woof.”
“Got it.”
I replied, looking around the mystical-looking space decorated entirely in white and blue. We were currently in Tofu’s room in the Grand Temple. For the record, it was incredibly spacious. A desk the size of my bed, a separate tea table. A fireplace large enough to roast a wild boar, and a sacred painting covering an entire wall… A dog’s room is bigger than mine.
“No matter how I think about it, the combat uniform is too inconvenient and flashy.”
“Endure it, woof. They all wore clothes like that 950 years ago, woof.”
I’m glad I wasn’t born 950 years ago.
“Can’t you make a new one?”
“There are no magicians in modern times, so we can’t cast the facial recognition impairment spell on a new uniform, woof.”
“Ah.”
Alright, I’ll give up. Anyway, no one will know that I’m the one running around in that outfit. I will thoroughly hide my identity. For the sake of my social standing.
Now, let’s talk about something important.
“Tofu,” I spoke to Tofu, who was handing me dried pollack to eat.
“How much is the remuneration I receive for working as the Magic Saintess?”
“Woof?”
“You weren’t planning to exploit my labor for free, were you?”
How dare you? I am not a Magical Girl. I am a Magical Adult Woman who has seen it all. Pay me a fair price for my labor.
