Glitched Goddess: My Skills are maxed out

Seraphine stood over Kana's unconscious form, her sharp gaze drinking in every detail.

For a long moment, she said nothing, her expression unreadable as her fingers lightly brushed a lock of Kana's hair from her face.

"She isn't particularly striking. No… not in the conventional sense. But…"

Seraphine finally murmured, her voice smooth yet tinged with something darker. Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly.

"There's something else. An air about her… magic, perhaps. It draws people in without them realizing it."

Her hand, still bleeding from earlier, dripped steadily onto the floor, staining the marble beneath her boots.

Dorian, who had been standing nearby, tensed immediately when he noticed.

"Milady, your hand — it's still bleeding. We should get that treated first."

He said with concern, stepping forward,

Seraphine waved him off without sparing him a glance.

"It's nothing. This injury doesn't matter. What matters right now is her."

Her gaze returned to Kana.

"We're taking her back."

She said firmly.

Dorian blinked, slightly caught off guard by her unwavering tone. He hesitated before moving closer, his brow furrowed.

"Taking her back…? Forgive me, Lady Seraphine, but since when have we decided to get involved in… human trafficking?"

He repeated slowly as he crossed his arms, frowning deeper.

"Is that even… alright?"

Seraphine's lips curved into a sharp, amused smile.

"Alright? I don't care if it's alright or not. I care about results."

She echoed, tilting her head slightly as if the concept itself was meaningless to her.

She crouched slightly, her fingers hovering near Kana's arm but not touching yet.

"Now that I've seen her up close — her abilities, her… charm — she's far too valuable to simply leave behind. To certain buyers, she would be worth more than a rare artifact. More than even my necklace."

Dorian's brows rose at that. Hearing Seraphine compare Kana to her prized necklace — the one she considered her most treasured possession — was no small thing.

"You're serious."

He said finally, stepping up beside her.

"Very."

She replied softly, though there was a dangerous edge to her tone.

Dorian ran a hand through his hair, frustration seeping into his voice.

"Milady, with all due respect, this seems reckless. The girl isn't ordinary, that much is obvious. That… thing she did earlier —"

He gestured vaguely to where Kana had unleashed her strange power

"— we don't know what we're dealing with here."

"That's exactly why we are taking her."

Seraphine cut in smoothly, her gaze sharp as ever.

"Something about her unsettles me, Dorian. It's… irritating. She draws people without effort. That alone makes her dangerous. Better she belongs to us than to someone else."

Dorian stared at her for a moment before exhaling slowly, realizing there would be no arguing his way out of this.

"Fine. But I still think this'll come back to bite us."

He muttered reluctantly, stepping back.

Seraphine ignored his protest, focusing instead on Kana. Slowly, she reached out — and the moment her fingertips brushed Kana's sleeve, a sharp crackle of energy erupted between them.

A sudden static shock surged through the air, bright sparks flaring briefly before fading. Both Seraphine and Dorian stepped back instinctively.

"The hell was that?"

Dorian hissed, hand instinctively going to his weapon as his eyes darted around.

Seraphine's expression hardened, though she didn't appear alarmed — only mildly intrigued.

She extended her hand again, murmuring something under her breath, a soft hum of arcane energy swirling faintly around her fingers.

The static seemed to resist for a moment, shimmering faintly around Kana's body… and then, with a sharp flick of her wrist, Seraphine neutralized it entirely.

Dorian frowned.

"A protective ward…?"

"Not anymore. Let's move. We don't have much time."

Seraphine replied coolly, her voice carrying the faintest note of triumph.

Dorian sighed and leaned down, reaching out to lift Kana — but Seraphine's hand shot out, stopping him mid-motion.

"No."

She said simply.

He blinked in confusion.

"No…?"

"This time. I'll carry her."

She said firmly, locking eyes with him.

Dorian straightened, his brows shooting up.

"Milady, forgive me, but that's ridiculous. You shouldn't be doing such things yourself. Your task is to command, to relax. Leave the heavy lifting to me."

Seraphine's gaze shifted to him slowly, the weight of her glare pinning him in place.

Her expression was calm — too calm — but the cold sharpness in her eyes carried an unspoken warning.

"…Milady, surely you're not suggesting—"

Dorian tried again, softer this time,

"I am. Kana isn't just another acquisition, Dorian. I want to be the one to bring her back myself."

She interrupted, her voice smooth yet absolute.

Dorian opened his mouth to argue — but one glance at her face told him enough.

There would be no reasoning with her. She wasn't in the mood to entertain objections, and any protest would only earn him her ire.

He shut his mouth with a quiet sigh and bowed his head slightly.

"…As you wish."

Satisfied, Seraphine knelt gracefully beside Kana, sliding her arms beneath the unconscious girl and lifting her with effortless poise despite her bleeding hand.

She stood, adjusting Kana's weight carefully, her expression unreadable once more.

"Clean up the evidence. I don't want anyone following our trail."

She instructed coolly without looking back at him.

Dorian glanced around at the shattered chair, the faint scorch marks, and the signs of a brief struggle. He sighed deeply but nodded.

"Understood, Milady."

With Kana secured in her arms, Seraphine began walking away, her steps light and silent despite the weight she carried.

Dorian watched her retreating figure for a moment, then turned toward the messy scene with a resigned expression.

"Of all the things we've done, this one's definitely gonna get us killed."

He muttered under his breath as he rolled up his sleeves.

And yet, despite his complaint, he began clearing the traces of their confrontation — every fragment of evidence erased before anyone else could stumble upon the truth.

Dorian nods reluctantly, glancing once at Kana's unconscious form before turning to carry out Seraphine's orders.

As Seraphine carefully adjusts Kana in her arms, a faint smile curves her lips, her eyes shimmering with greed and intrigue.

"You'll be worth every risk we take."

She murmurs softly before walking away.