The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 12

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 12

Baroness Corvus suppressed the urge to say, ‘Even with all those materials, wouldn’t it still be impossible with your skills?’

She had invested too much in this endeavor—her marriage to him, the money poured into this perfume laboratory, the long years that had passed, pretending to be a noble lady while visiting orphanages, and even the countless hours of digging and burying in the ground—to give up now.

The Baroness imagined the glamorous life in the Imperial Capital, and more importantly, the words she would use to seduce Earth Elector Terezia Convallis of Castellanza Territory.

‘Oh, Your Excellency the Elector. I heard you are still deeply grieving the loss of your youngest. Please, if you would smell this fragrance…’

The Baroness stopped her imagination.

Because the ‘this fragrance’ that would appear there was still making no progress.

If everything he had created had been complete failures, she might have been able to give up, but there had been sporadic, albeit insufficient, successes that made it difficult to abandon.

“Since Letemor seems to offer no more answers, wouldn’t it be better to try Tamdrion?”

Until now, they had tried to obtain blessings by offering fragrances to Letemor of oblivion and dreams, but had only been rejected repeatedly.

There had been some minor blessings obtained during that time, but they weren’t enough to truly soften people’s hearts and gain power.

“If Letemor rejects the fragrance, do you think Tamdrion would accept it!”

Baron Corvus exploded in anger. At that moment, a chilling crow’s cry echoed from the distance.

Baroness Corvus also snapped back in irritation.

“We won’t know unless we try, will we? How many years has this been going on!”

“So you want to go all the way to Tamdrion’s temple now? When will we ever get there and back?”

Offering fragrances was only possible at temple altars, and the only ones nearby were the Temple of Letemor or the Temple of Varin. There was a Temple of Curresen within Sanbertal Manor, but they couldn’t go there.

Baroness Corvus glared with flashing eyes.

“We have to try something, don’t we? Now even that fool Lord Sanbertal is starting to move. Because those damn crows are running wild! At this rate, we might have to leave empty-handed regardless of what happens to the fragrance!”

Humans offer fragrances to gods, and gods bestow blessings upon fragrances that please them and the perfumers who created them.

However, perfumes that fail to satisfy the gods’ hearts are abandoned while bearing their hatred, and when these accumulate, they can be reborn as even more powerful demons in the darkness.

This was why perfumer qualification exams existed. It was to regulate and prevent just anyone from randomly creating and offering fragrances.

While demons naturally sprouted everywhere like aphids on roses to harm people, livestock, and crops, the fact that Belklen had increased so dramatically all at once was said to be due to Baron Corvus’s failed perfumery.

And since demons were pouring out from somewhere, cutting wheat harvests in half and injuring people, even the poor Lord Sanbertal could no longer endure it.

News was openly circulating that he was trying to scrape together every penny he had, even selling the silk curtains from his bedroom, to summon knights to exterminate the demons.

While this was a fact the territory’s people celebrated and chattered about, it was not good news at all for Baron and Baroness Corvus.

In this situation, if they went to the Temple of Curresen and encountered the lord, and the lord became suspicious?

‘If knights come and start poking around trying to find the cause…’

The thought that what was buried beneath this villa estate might be discovered made their hearts run cold.

“The problem is the lack of Pure Dew. With just that, I think I can finally complete it. With this fragrance, Letemor will surely grant a special blessing!”

The Baron said while glaring at the wall packed full of fragrance materials.

‘Pure Dew’ referred to the tears of innocent children.

The Baron had long been searching for more special materials to use in perfumery. After all, his failure to become a Perfuma Etheria was entirely due to being born into a humble family and not being able to use precious materials.

Then he finally had a realization. The blood and tears of the sinless must surely be noble materials!

If he made fragrances using this Pure Dew, the gods would surely be impressed!

The Baroness irritably scratched her temple with her fan.

“So we start today? It’s been about a week since we brought them from the orphanage.”

“Yes, let’s begin.”

The Baron’s theory was that the greater the gap between joy and sorrow, the more precious the dew that would emerge.

Thanks to this, the Baron and his wife had spent a week caring for the children with uncharacteristic sweetness, against their nature. Now that they could finally stop, both their faces brightened with relief.

The Baroness spoke as if something had suddenly occurred to her.

“Don’t touch Prim.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? We’re taking her to Vitrelia.”

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Prim’s plan was as follows.

Accept Baron and Baroness Corvus’s adoption proposal without refusing.

Then locate the perfume laboratory.

Next, create a fragrance to offer to Yulberon through Varin.

Offer the fragrance and wait for the Inquisitors and knights to arrive.

Then they would be executed and she would inherit their wealth, and it would be over!

Her only concern in this plan was how to survive from offering the fragrance until the Inquisitors arrived.

However, that concern was quickly pushed aside.

Right now, Prim’s biggest worry was how to endure this terrible fragrance that Baron Corvus was creating.

In her past life, when Prim first heard about this incident, she hadn’t thought deeply about their failure.

No matter how mighty the gods’ power, gods could only understand the intentions and prayers humans wished to convey to them, but couldn’t read all of human hearts.

Naturally, among the blessings gods bestowed, there existed no blessing that could arbitrarily control human hearts.

She too had only thought this case was an incident where a delusional, mad murderer perfumer had failed while pursuing futile endeavors.

But now she understood. Even if such a blessing existed, it could never have been granted to that Baron and his wife!

‘What exactly were they trying to accomplish with this level of skill?’

Locating the perfume laboratory in this villa wasn’t too difficult either. She just had to follow where these chaotically mixed fragrance materials could be sensed.

As far as Prim knew, they had been at this for several years already.

Even just one year would be more than enough to judge talent, yet they still held hope in perfumery and continued this madness?

‘Don’t they know that no matter what they do, it won’t work?’

Could someone really be this unaware of their own abilities?

Prim recalled the aspiring perfumers who had shown her their fragrances only to shed tears after receiving harsh evaluations.

But compared to Baron Corvus’s current perfumery skills, they would have been more than qualified to become perfumers.

This wasn’t a fragrance but a stench, and Baron Corvus should apologize to the fragrance materials. How did he even pass the perfumer qualification exam?

However, that thought quickly stopped.

As soon as Prim saw the faces of Baron and Baroness Corvus coming down to the dining room, she realized what decision they had made. And also why they had committed such acts.

‘Did they think it would be different with special materials?’

Now Prim understood everything.

When foolish and evil people fail to achieve as much as others or as much as they desire, they look for the cause not in their own abilities but elsewhere.

Because others suppress and obstruct them, because those who succeed simply have special connections and incredible luck, because they simply don’t possess rare materials…

She had never seen anyone truly skilled among those obsessed with such thoughts. Baron Corvus was exactly that type of person.

Unable to accept that repeated failures were due to his own lack of skill, he wandered around treating special materials as a master key.

And now, after nearly a week of repeated failures, he had decided to harvest more of those special materials.

“Bianna! What do you think you look like!”

As soon as the couple arrived at the dining room, they shouted at Bianna.

Bianna, who had been sitting across from Prim and was about to smile brightly upon seeing the couple come down, was startled and opened her eyes wide.

“Y-yes?”

Bianna hurriedly tugged at her dress hem.

The couple who had been affectionate all week suddenly hardened their expressions and showed anger, leaving Bianna at a complete loss.

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