Bab 57: Even Beautiful Goddesses Need To Take A Shit, Right?

Linsley's eyes widened in mock shock. He knew the truth, of course, but he had to keep up the charade.

"You… you're a magical girl?" he asked, his voice feigning disbelief.

Seraphina nodded, her expression unwavering. "I've been fighting in secret, using my powers to protect people from the Outer God's forces. I've been hiding this from everyone… including you. But now, I can't keep it from you any longer."

Linsley acted frozen for a moment, pretending to process what Seraphina had just revealed.

Deep down, though, he was amused. 'So she's finally telling me the truth,' he thought. 

Seraphina, seeing his stunned expression, took another deep breath, her heart racing. "And there's more… I'm not just a magical girl. I'm Magia Fleur."

Linsley's brow furrowed in feigned disbelief. "Magia Fleur? The one fighting the Outer God lackeys?"