The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 13

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 13

How desperate must she have been to look at Prim with such an earnest expression.

“I told you to dress properly when I come to dine! And how dare you widen your eyes like that while being scolded…!”

Even though she had dressed as instructed and was being scolded, when even her confused stare was criticized, Bianna’s expression looked like she was about to cry.

At that moment, a flash of joyful ecstasy crossed the couple’s faces.

Prim could no longer bear the smell of this disgusting failure, their expressions, or Bianna’s pain, and spoke up.

“Baron, Baroness.”

When the Baron, who had been about to shout loudly, was cut off mid-sentence, a crackling sound was heard and he began coughing violently.

“Cough, cough, cough! Cough-hack!”

“P-Prim? Why… why are you doing this?”

“I want to do perfumery.”

Baron Corvus coughed until his face turned red while glaring at Prim. What was this sudden nonsense?

“Cough, cough! What? Perfumery? Do you think just anyone can do that?”

Baron Corvus continued coughing. The Baroness glared at him and then tried to appease Prim.

“Why are you getting angry! Well, Prim, I heard you’re going to take the perfumer qualification exam with the Priest, but let’s put that aside for now…”

However, Prim knew how to catch the attention of perfumers.

“Patchouli, Vetiver, Ginger, Frankincense, Lavender, Vanilla, Ylang Ylang, Orange Blossom.”

The Baroness waved her hand again.

“Prim, it’s impressive that you know so many fragrance material names, but still…”

“Wait! Wait, wait! Be quiet for a moment!”

Baron Corvus shouted as if having a fit. The Baroness scowled and looked at him.

However, Baron Corvus only stared at Prim with an entranced expression.

“You couldn’t possibly have identified all the fragrance materials in the fragrant oil I made today…?”

When names like Patchouli and Vetiver came from the child’s mouth, he thought nothing of it. They were commonly used fragrance materials after all.

But the names of fragrance materials that followed shocked him. They were all the fragrance materials he had used for perfumery all day today.

“…You didn’t spy on me, did you?”

“I can’t even walk around.”

Prim proved her innocence with her bare feet that bore no wounds. Even for this evening’s dinner, a servant had carried her over.

Baron Corvus slapped his forehead and acknowledged it.

“Ah, right. Yes, that’s right. But then how did you…?”

Prim only blinked and looked up at him in silence.

Prim also knew that when everything seems blocked and a ray of hope appears, no matter how faint it might be, people’s hearts inevitably lean toward it.

When that silence had lasted long enough, Prim spoke.

“If you add Cypress fragrance extracted from wood rather than leaves and remove the Orange Blossom, it would make a good fragrance.”

Baron Corvus flinched and then pondered Prim’s words.

“Cypress extracted from wood rather than leaves…?”

However, even after hearing those words, he wore a foolish expression as if he couldn’t imagine it at all.

Prim was quietly shocked and reflected just a little on her past of scolding her juniors.

“That’s a woody fragrance, but at the same time it has a bright, light, fresh feeling.”

“Bright, light, fresh feeling… Yes, you must have talent. That’s why the Priest said you’d take the perfumer qualification exam!”

Prim felt the characteristic exaggerated acknowledgment of someone who didn’t know much pretending to understand, but didn’t point it out. Baron Corvus grabbed Prim’s wrist.

“Let’s go to the Perfume Laboratory first!”

“What? Now?”

Baroness Corvus, who had been blankly watching their conversation, jumped up.

The cook was even bringing out dishes right now. However, Baron Corvus’s eyes burned with passion.

“Eating isn’t what’s important right now!”

“Fine, let’s say eating isn’t important.”

Baroness Corvus corrected her tone to maintain their noble couple act.

“But then… what about her… what about her?”

The Baroness pointed at Bianna with her eyes. Their plan had been to see Bianna’s blood and tears, but now they were just bewildered.

Bianna stood there with a confused expression, not knowing what to do in this incomprehensible situation.

“That’s not important right now either. Prim has talent for perfumery right now! I, as her father, should immediately provide guidance.”

“Ah, ow.”

As soon as Prim, who had been dragged from her chair, stepped down, she groaned from the thorns that had sprouted. Baron Corvus was startled and immediately lifted Prim up.

“We’ll see you later!”

“What, that crazy… no, good grief…!”

Baroness Corvus was left behind pointing accusingly, but when she met the embarrassed eyes of the maid and cook, she plopped down at the dining table.

“You! Why are you standing there blankly again. Sit down and eat. From now on, dress properly.”

Bianna hurriedly nodded and sat down. She was at a loss about how to dress any more properly, and the Baroness who suddenly got angry was frightening.

But at the same time, it was hard to look away from the door through which Prim and Baron Corvus had disappeared.

Prim had despised Baron Corvus and his perfumery skills until now, but from this moment decided to look down on him even more.

‘How could he create such a fragrance with a Perfume Laboratory like this?’

A considerably large and substantial Perfume Organ first caught her eye.

Dark-colored bottles lined each shelf in rows, with names written on white labels on each bottle, making it really look like an organ.

She too had only acquired such a Perfume Laboratory after being quite recognized as a perfumer.

‘It’s twice as big as I thought. With this much, there should be no problem creating the fragrance I want.’

Her slight worry about whether she might not be able to summon Yulberon was washed away.

“Now, this is a fragrance to offer to Retemore.”

Baron Corvus continued speaking as he seated Prim in front of the Perfume Organ.

“I’m making absolutely no progress with it.”

“To Retemore…”

Prim looked up at Baron Corvus blankly.

Not knowing that this was the expression Prim made when looking at fools, Baron Corvus smiled subtly.

“Haha, shouldn’t a person be devout above all?”

She could understand why he wanted to offer fragrance to Retemore and gain blessings.

Since they planned to enchant high nobles and gain power, they would have sought a god with the ability to seduce human hearts. If it was Retemore of oblivion and dreams, the possibility was high.

However, no god could bestow blessings that move ‘human hearts.’

Being this ignorant, what did he want to accomplish?

“Do you happen to have any good ideas?”

Prim avoided Baron Corvus’s expectant eyes and looked at the Perfume Organ.

“Retemore likes Lavender and Narcissus.”

“Lavender and Narcissus? No, is that really true? How do you know that…?”

Prim wanted to ask how he could be doing perfumery while knowing absolutely nothing.

She looked at him with that sentiment in her eyes, but Baron Corvus still had a clueless expression.

Prim just turned her eyes to the Perfume Organ.

“I saw it at the Temple.”

“Ah, right! You were at the Temple Orphanage!”

Over the black bottles filling the organ and the name tags attached to the bottles, the forms of those fragrance materials seemed to rise up.

From inside the black bottles, various shaped leaves instantly sprouted, stems grew, flowers bloomed, fruits formed, and seeds fell while their fragrances bloomed…

Prim closed her eyes and opened them.

“Lavender, Lily and Geranium, Bergamot, Neroli, Carnation, Clove, Narcissus, Jasmine, Tuberose, Vetiver…”

“Wait! Wait, wait!”

Baron Corvus jumped up and ran to find pen and paper. Meanwhile, Prim didn’t wait and reached her hand toward the fragrance materials.

The ratios relied on intuition, but Prim already knew that was also accurate.

She had to kneel on the chair and stretch her arms out fully, and though many things were different from her own perfume organ, it still wasn’t difficult.

Prim’s hands moved busily back and forth before hesitating at one spot.

“Luna Ether…?”

‘They had something like this and still did perfumery to that extent?’

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