The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 16

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 16

Prim pressed her lips together tightly in displeasure. She knew why Rozien had chosen to work here of all places, as a servant to the stable master.

Ever since he believed that she had taken on his curse in his place, he had acted like someone for whom the option of leaving her alone simply didn’t exist. For his entire life.

It was probably the same now, but the fact that he had even dyed his red hair for this purpose weighed heavily on her mind.

While the world’s people shunned and pushed away red hair, thinking it the color of demons, Rozien had never been ashamed of himself.

But now, for her sake, he had come to accept that red hair as something shameful.

Prim didn’t want to speak in a reproachful tone anymore, so she just bit her lips tightly and said.

“…I like your red hair.”

Rozien’s eyes widened, then he simply smiled brightly without a sound. Prim asked back in a grumpy voice.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I just felt like laughing, so I laughed. Ta-da!”

Rozien suddenly thrust forward what he had brought, as if changing the subject. It was something he had been hiding behind his back all this time.

“Huh? This is…”

It was a simple bouquet made by weaving together silver flower buds.

“These were blooming here and there around this villa, and they smelled nice.”

Prim’s eyes widened as she examined the bouquet. It was a flower she knew well. It was Argentum, from which Luna Ether could be made.

‘How is this here?’

However, upon closer inspection, something was different. Unlike Argentum, whose entire petals were a cold silver color, this flower had a blue tint around the edges and its fragrance also felt somewhat warmer.

— That! That’s something you need to use sparingly! It’s very precious and expensive! It was really hard to make!

‘So that was what he meant by making it himself?’

Prim could understand his train of thought at a glance.

Usually, foolish people regard their baseless hopes as logical truths.

Since real Luna Ether couldn’t be obtained just by having money, he had probably bought Argentum seeds at a high price and tried planting them. With the thought that since they were plants, they would naturally grow well.

In such cases, failure was naturally expected nine times out of ten, but it seemed the strong winds of the Silver Aspen Forest had kept the Argentum alive and created a new species.

‘So that fake Luna Ether was what he extracted with his clumsy skills.’

Prim was impressed. Sometimes ignorance could lead to new discoveries.

If the crystal distiller was operated properly, it seemed possible to create much better Luna Ether with warm characteristics.

Prim was absorbed in thoughts about fragrance materials when she suddenly looked up. Rozien was studying her face.

“…Do you like it?”

“Huh? Yes, I like it. I really do.”

At those words, Rozien smiled with relief and looked around the room inside the window.

To him, who had only experienced wandering the streets and then living in the utterly impoverished orphanage, this scenery would look like a palace, yet rather than admiring the sparkling things, he seemed to only be checking where the doors were and whether she was doing well.

Prim subtly pulled her body back. Normally she wouldn’t have minded, but not now. If Rozien found out she had been crying because of a sudden headache, he might worry.

“Prim, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Prim answered quickly. Rozien’s eyes narrowed. He leaned slightly and glanced down at the area below the chair where Prim was sitting.

Prim deliberately wiggled her smooth, uninjured feet, inwardly relieved that she had done well not to rashly activate the curse when the headache had struck earlier.

“Are you really okay? Why is your lip split?”

“I said I’m really fine. What could be wrong? I don’t know about my lip. Maybe it’s because the weather’s getting cold.”

“You always say you don’t know.”

Rozien hesitated for a moment, then carefully reached out his hand. His hand touched Prim’s slightly damp cream-colored hair.

Prim hastily turned her head away. Her hair quickly fell from his hand.

Just then, the sound of the stable master calling for Rozien could be heard.

“Oh no, the Baron must be back. I have to go. If anything happens, you really have to tell me!”

Before Prim could even nod, Rozien hurriedly left.

However, after running a few steps, he came running back and half-closed the open window. Then he leaned his head through the half-open window gap and said.

“It gets cold quickly when night comes! Even if you like getting fresh air!”

He smiled, saying he was only closing it halfway because she liked it, then hurriedly ran off again.

Prim unconsciously tried to get up, but stopped when she felt her toes tingling.

At the same time, she came to her senses.

Rozien had always tried to protect her. Constantly and unchangingly, ever since the day she had taken on his curse in his place.

This curse was her shackle, but it was also his anchor. A heavy anchor that held him down, preventing him from going far.

Prim slowly inhaled. As she traced the scent of the sunset’s burning heat-filled glow, she thought of Rozien’s red hair in that sunset color.

Without cutting the anchor, no matter how strong the wind, one cannot sail far.

She had returned through time to become the strong wind that would push him to the distant sea, and to cut that anchor for him.

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“Oh, Prim!”

Not long after Rozien left, Baron Corvus called out to Prim in a loud voice and burst through the door.

He immediately lifted Prim, who had been sitting in the chair.

“I offered incense to Retemore this time and received a divine blessing right away! That fragrance you helped with!”

Baron Corvus spoke enthusiastically.

Prim blinked. Receiving divine blessings with her fragrances was practically a given, so being surprised by the blessing itself felt like a distant memory from long ago.

If there was anything truly surprising in his words, it was Baron Corvus’s shamelessness in saying “the fragrance you helped with” without batting an eye.

“What kind of blessing did you receive?”

When Prim asked back, the Baron cleared his throat.

“Well, it was called the Blessing of Dreams. Something that helps you sleep well, or so they said.”

Prim’s eyes widened slightly.

There were various blessings that aided sleep, but among them, the Blessing of Dreams was quite a high-level blessing.

In her past life, what had given her the first step toward wealth was also the Blessing of Veil that Retemore had bestowed.

“My goodness! Prim’s fragrance received a blessing right away?”

The Baroness came running over, making a fuss. Prim observed the complexion of Bianna, who was sneakily peeking from behind her.

The face of the girl secretly watching didn’t seem particularly gloomy, anxious, or pained.

“You seem to have some talent, even if it’s not particularly remarkable. Continue to diligently help with my perfumery from now on. Understood?”

Prim nodded indifferently to the Baron’s worthless scheming.

The Baron, perhaps finding Prim’s consistently calm demeanor unchildlike and unsettling, cleared his throat several more times before setting Prim back down in the chair.

“Well, then rest for today. Come to the perfume laboratory starting tomorrow morning.”

The Baron placed the Baroness’s hand on his arm and left the room whistling. Bianna, who had been secretly watching, hurriedly ran away.

Prim sat alone in the chair left in the room and rubbed her forehead.

One thing had changed from her past life.

She had offered a fragrance to Retemore at this age that she had never offered before. Even though it had been presented under the Baron’s name.

And in doing so, she had temporarily prevented Bianna’s sacrifice.

‘Could it be because I changed something?’

There were mountains of things to change ahead, and if that was really the case…

Remembering the pain from that time, Prim clenched her fists tightly.

Even so, she couldn’t stop here. Prim’s eyes turned to the flower vase on the side table in the room.

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