By day, an ordinary dress shop employee; by night, a magical saintess! 🐶
Three months earlier. The imperial capital, Ruar. 36 Demarci Street.
“Excuse me! When exactly is my hat going to be mended?”
“…You mean the hat you left with us ten minutes ago?”
“I bought a floral ornament for my dress, and they told me to pick it up here.”
“Yes, please show me your receipt.”
“They didn’t give me a receipt. I never got one.”
“……Ma’am, what you’re holding in your hand right now is our shop’s receipt.”
Scrooge Dress Shop, which also served as a shoe shop, a hat shop, and a teahouse.
A five-story pale lavender building packed with people from seven in the morning until eleven-thirty at night.
Women buying new dresses before their weddings, minor nobles having a cup of black tea while waiting for their carriages, merchants from the east, academy students, foreigners…….
All these various customers had one thing in common.
Namely.
They didn’t seem to understand that the staff standing before them were people just like themselves.
“I mean, why would you buy clothes when you have to catch a carriage to the train station in three minutes?! And then she snaps at me to hurry up and wrap it because she’s going to miss the carriage because of me…….”
“Did you see that couple earlier? They went into the fitting room together to change and took so long coming out that I opened it, and inside they were…….”
“What? Kissing?!”
“What? Rolling around?!”
“Insane!”
People who seemed unaware that the dress shop employees who helped them into shoes and zipped up their dresses also had eyes, ears, and mouths with which to speak.
But there were times when I was grateful for the way customers treated us like inanimate objects.
“So when exactly are you getting divorced!”
Times like this.
The teahouse on the third floor, where customers who had purchased clothes on the first floor often rested while waiting for alterations.
At the word “divorce,” spoken by the man and woman sitting among the customers—the very couple who had been naked and smooching in the fitting room earlier when I caught them, unmistakably lovers to anyone’s eyes—the surroundings went silent.
I exchanged glances with a coworker who was wiping a teapot.
‘Must be an affair.’
‘Guess he’s getting divorced.’
“Baby, I explained everything last time. If I divorce her now, my trade company and all my assets will go to my wife, and I’ll be left with nothing. Do you want me to become a beggar?”
“Hiiing. No, but still.”
“Just be a good girl, focus on prenatal care, and wait. I’ll take care of everything. Would I ever lie to you and the fruit of our love?”
‘Prenaaaatal caaaare?!’
There was even a baby?!
I was so shocked I nearly dropped the plate I was holding.
Since I had good reflexes, I caught it.
But Ellie, the youngest staff member beside me, did not.
Crash!
“Gasp! I’m sorry……!”
“…….”
Instead of the woman, who was staring fixedly at Ellie’s face without answering, the man smiled as if he were a decent person.
“It’s all right, miss.”
“Thank you…….”
“I haven’t seen you before. You must not have been working here long?”
“Ahaha… yes….”
“A week? Two weeks?”
“Uh….”
“Oh, come on, how long has it been? Just whisper it to me. Three days? Four days? And how old are you?”
Was this bastard crazy?
He was hitting on an employee right next to his mistress.
Look at that. The woman’s expression was turning sour.
Before the adulteress could take it out on innocent Ellie, I quickly cut in.
“Sir, ma’am, I believe the alterations on the clothes you left with us should be finished by now. Shall we head downstairs? I’ll help you with the final fitting.”
The woman, who had been about to snap at Ellie, turned her gaze toward me.
I smiled as harmlessly as I could.
“Or would you like some more tea?”
“Can’t you see my cup is full?”
“Ah, then.”
“Forget it. Clear this away.”
Flick. The woman threw the napkin she was holding at me.
I kept smiling.
‘Hahaha. It’s not like I can quit. Hahaha.’
Even after coming down to the first floor and trying on the altered dress, the woman kept grumbling, making her bad mood obvious.
“I’ll help you change into—”
“I don’t need it.”
The woman snatched the dress away and, right in the middle of the dress shop where people were passing by, began stubbornly shoving her feet into it first.
“Uh, if you put your legs in first like that, it’s dangerous—”
“Kyaaak!”
See? I told you it was dangerous.
I quickly caught the woman with both hands as she was about to fall backward. I lifted her body straight up and pulled her out of the dress.
With both feet dangling in the air, the woman screamed even louder than before.
“Kyaaaaaak!”
“…Ah.”
Oops.
I’d made a mistake.
I should have pretended I couldn’t lift anything over thirty kilograms.
I quickly set the woman down.
“You’re incredibly light, ma’am! Like a feather!”
I tried to slip out of it by tossing her the kind of compliment women having affairs seemed like they would enjoy, but.
“Y-you just…….”
It didn’t work at all.
‘What do I do?’
Just as my eyes were darting around.
A low voice cut in.
“Why are you trying on a dress here? You’re kicking up dust.”
A quiet yet crisp voice, the kind that sounded like it belonged to a handsome man.
And then a man with a face that did not betray that voice appeared from behind.
“Do you own this dress shop?”
Snapping in irritation.
Magical Saintess Seraphina
Author: Yu Jimin
Publisher: Pilyeon Management
E-mail: [email protected]
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ISBN: 979-11-7294-327-1
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Magical Saintess Seraphina