The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 15

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 15

The Bishop inhaled the incense and closed his eyes. His hands trembled.

“Ahh…”

Baron Corvus had been glancing at the priests with a superior expression, but he couldn’t do the same to the Bishop.

Baron Corvus lacked the ability to discern what kind of blessing he had received.

“Bishop, do you know what kind of blessing this is? What blessing has Retemore bestowed?”

“It’s the Blessing of Dreams! My goodness, it’s been so long since such a blessing has appeared… Retemore must be truly satisfied.”

“The… Blessing of Dreams?”

Baron Corvus looked at the Bishop without letting go of a glimmer of hope. The Bishop smiled broadly.

“It’s a blessing that allows one to sleep very deeply and peacefully.”

“Sleep… you say? A sleeping potion?”

“Yes, and a sleeping potion with extremely excellent effects at that!”

Baron Corvus was so deflated that he became dumbfounded and lost in thought.

A blessing for deep sleep?

Just a sleeping potion?

Seeing his expression, the Bishop spoke soothingly.

“I know it doesn’t sound impressive. But Baron, do you know how many brothers and sisters suffer from sleeplessness? There are many for whom no medicine works. There are also many who cannot sleep due to pain.”

“Hah…”

“With incense blessed with the Blessing of Dreams, anyone who cannot sleep for any reason can fall into deep slumber, and upon waking, fatigue disappears as if washed away and the mind becomes clear, as if reborn.”

However, no matter what he heard, Baron Corvus found it difficult even to force a smile and bit his lips tightly.

Unaware of Baron Corvus’s inner thoughts, the Bishop had a face full of joy and excitement.

“Thanks to you, Baron, we have all received grace and will be able to sleep very deeply tonight. Thank you.”

The Bishop expressed his gratitude with a voice still full of emotion, then properly stored the perfume bottle the Baron had brought according to procedure.

“What would you like to do with this fragrance’s formula? Would you entrust it to our Retemore Temple? I would recommend that option…”

There are two methods to receive blessings for fragrances. One is ‘Direct Blessing,’ where the perfumer who created the fragrance personally offers it to the deity to receive the blessing.

While it contained the most powerful force and commanded high prices, the drawback was that since individual perfumers made them alone, the quantity was limited.

The other method is to trade the perfume formula of the blessed fragrance with the temple. The perfumer receives a certain percentage as payment for the perfume formula and hands it over, then the temple creates the fragrance according to the formula.

While not as powerful as what the perfumer directly offered, it could still obtain a reasonable level of blessing. This was called ‘Indirect Blessing.’

In this case, temples everywhere could easily purchase and use cheaper fragrances than those with direct blessings.

For the perfumer who created the fragrance, it was also the easiest way to obtain money and fame. Most blessed fragrances used in the world were produced this way.

However, Baron Corvus suddenly came to his senses and jumped up.

“No, wait! What do you mean tell you the formula now?”

“Pardon? No, as you already know, that’s usually the standard procedure…”

“I already offered one bottle to the temple according to that procedure!”

Baron Corvus pointed accusingly while clutching the remaining bottle to his chest and hastily left the temple.

Even when the temple officials called out urgently from behind, he didn’t look back and climbed onto his carriage.

‘They couldn’t have known and asked, could they?’

When he heard them ask about making a contract with the temple, Baron Corvus realized that he hadn’t completely memorized this perfume formula.

If they found out that he didn’t even properly know the fragrance he had made, who knows what they might suspect.

‘And selling formulas isn’t what’s important right now. That’s just pocket change.’

Baron Corvus recalled Prim’s face.

He had decided to adopt that girl because of her appearance, but now he wondered if this might be divine providence.

‘That little one just needs to keep making fragrances!’

He had grumbled that the blessing he received was merely the Blessing of Dreams, but in other words, he had already received a blessing. More blessings would be waiting for them in the future.

Suddenly, a sinister and sticky emotion writhed like black tar in his chest.

The countless perfume oils he had wasted to obtain even one feather-light blessing flashed through his mind.

Those perfume oils gathered and cawed like crows in his ears. It was a cry declaring him a talentless failure.

But his daughter’s talent was his talent too, wasn’t it? Moreover, since he had rescued her from that beggar’s den of an orphanage, she should naturally be grateful and repay that kindness. Of course, she would…

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Prim sat by the window watching the sunset, pondering how to secretly practice perfumery.

She had confirmed both the location of the perfume laboratory and the scale of the perfume organ.

In her mind, she recalled the fragrances that Yulberon had willingly bestowed with great blessings. She was selecting a few from among them when.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, Prim clutched her head at a needle-like stabbing pain.

She had never felt such pain except for the moment when she had to run while cursed.

“Ugh, ughhh…”

At the pain as if someone was hammering a nail into her temple, Prim bit her lips. Her held hair became disheveled and her lips split.

Should she just stand up right now? If thorns sprouted from beneath her feet, causing bleeding and pain, this headache might dissipate.

And the pain that seemed like it would last forever suddenly disappeared as if washed away.

Prim leaned against the chair with her face a mess from cold sweat and tears, slowly catching her breath. Blood belatedly flowed to her entire body that had been tensely crouched, and her hands drooped limply as strength left her.

‘What was that?’

To say it was a congenital physical problem, she had never felt such pain even in her previous life.

Then because something changed this time…

‘Because it changed?’

However, Prim’s speculation quickly stopped. She heard rustling sounds from outside the window.

Prim hastily wiped her face. By the time her sleeves were soaked, someone suddenly poked their head out from the bushes.

“Heave-ho!”

At first, Prim couldn’t properly recognize the person.

First came the harsh chemical smell of hair dye mixed with the straw smell from the stables, followed by a clear and refreshing fragrance.

Next, that straw-like brown hair caught her eye.

“Prim!”

Only when the person called her name did Prim open her eyes wide and exhale the breath she had briefly held.

“…Rozi… en?”

“Finally found you. Ow, that stings.”

Rozien pushed through grass blades and stems somehow and approached the window. Prim just stared at Rozien with wide eyes.

“How are you here… How did you come?”

Rozien grinned mischievously.

“What do you mean how? They were hiring servants for the stables here, so I came to work. I got the job!”

“At the stables? What on earth happened to your hair?”

“I dyed it.”

“Why did you dye it?”

She asked, but she knew the reason.

People disliked and avoided red hair that resembled the fur of magical beasts. A rural noble’s villa like this would be even more susceptible to such superstitions.

“I was tired of it, it just draws people’s attention. It’s annoying.”

Prim stared blankly at that brown hair.

Since her expression didn’t improve at all, Rozien smiled awkwardly and lifted his bangs with his fingertips.

“Does it look very strange?”

“It’s not that it’s strange… I don’t like it. I liked the red hair.”

Prim realized that despite having traveled back in time, she was acting like a child. Her impulses weren’t well controlled.

Even though she thought she shouldn’t say such things, the words came out of her mouth first.

However, Rozien didn’t seem to mind Prim’s words much.

“But there’s nothing I can do about it.”

“You didn’t have to work at the stables here.”

“That can’t be helped either. It’s time for me to earn my own living now. If you really hate it, you can hire me as a stable keeper later.”

“I hate that too. You promised to become a grand lord.”

“A grand lord who started as a stable keeper wouldn’t be bad, would it? That’s pretty cool.”

Rozien said with a grin, leaning against the window frame.

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