The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 17

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 17

Since Baron Corvus had no interest in the flower vase decorations of his household, that vase was carelessly filled with various flowers that a maid had received from the gardener of this manor.

Prim poured out the water from the flower vase she had received from the servant out the window, and carefully chose and selected from among the flowers that had been stuck inside.

She scraped off a bit of bark from a silver aspen branch that had been added as a decorative element with her fingernail, and picked out two stems of lavender that still retained some freshness.

Next, she looked at the light purple roses. Even though they were all the same light purple color, seemingly grown just to match the color, the roses of different varieties each emitted different fragrances in different ways.

One was Luneris, bred in Gratia. The elegant light purple rose gave off a floral scent mixed with the fragrance of lemon and peach peel. It was also a rose that Prim had liked.

The other was ‘Antide’ made in the south. It was a purple closer to a deeper violet, and despite being called a rose, it had an intense clove scent. Beneath that was also a citrus nuance. The myrrh-like resinous smell mixed with the typical rose fragrance gave a unique and exotic impression.

Prim chose the Antide and then added the Argentum that Rozien had given her as a gift. As the mysteriously warm fragrance from this unusual Argentum rose up…

Before Prim’s eyes appeared the Purple Rose Garden of Gratia Territory in the Imperial Southwest that she had once visited. The sound of clear stream water flowing right in front of the open pavilion with its dome, the warm air, and the abundant fragrances of pale purple roses.

When she came out to the pavilion and sat by the water, Rozien would tilt a parasol for her. The water is warm too—at those words, Rozien would stir the water once with his large hand and then gently tap only the top of her feet as if playing with fish.

Then he would laugh softly and say, “It really is warm.”

When tears suddenly dropped, Prim was startled and quickly wiped her eyes.

Then she took a deep breath. When she ran her hand over the sole of her foot, thorns immediately sprouted. With a piercing sound of flesh being punctured, blood flowed quickly.

Prim put her blood on the table and placed a strand of her hair on top, then spread a towel over it.

The flower bouquet swayed as fragrance bloomed upward.

Prim murmured softly.

“Varin.”

— Oh! My lily of the valley!

As if he had been watching only this place from the heavens, Varin’s response was very quick. As proof that the divine voice was being heard, the flower bouquet before her eyes began to wither. Prim smiled with relief.

— But there’s not even my temple here, so how on earth did this happen? How did you do it? I thought I was completely doomed! Do you know how anxious and worried I’ve been since the day you were adopted! Who knows what those lunatics would do! In a place without even my temple!

“I’m sorry for worrying you. When I thought about it, you said I was a sacred relic. If I’m a sacred relic and also a person who has heard Varin’s divine oracle, wouldn’t I also be a saint? So I thought that just having my blood might fulfill the conditions for a temple.”

— Blood…?

Making offerings to a god and hearing divine oracles was only possible in a temple.

However, just naming any building a temple didn’t make it a temple.

The ground must be sprinkled with the blood of a saint. The blood shed by a saint connected to the god, who directly hears divine oracles.

Also, a sacred relic must be enshrined. The most commonly used were the bones of saints, and sometimes tools used for great works—like Sominium’s Incense Burner in the Temple of Retemore—also became sacred relics. Or evidence of divine power at work also became sacred relics.

In theory, since she was both a sacred relic and a saint, couldn’t a place where her blood was sprinkled function as a temple just by her being there?

— You’ve bled again!

“I had no choice… I’m sorry.”

— Does saying sorry make it all better? Does it! No, my lily of the valley! If something happens to you! If you keep getting hurt! I really! My heart! How do you think it feels!

Prim could understand that feeling.

Varin had also staked everything on this regression. It would be troublesome if she went wrong. So she and Varin were no different from running a three-legged race, and she had disappeared in the middle without a word.

“I’m truly sorry. How about this flower bouquet? Do you like it a little?”

Varin’s voice, which had been about to shout in anger, hesitated. The flower bouquet swayed gently despite there being no wind.

— …You’re probably the only person who could create such a fragrance by weaving a flower bouquet, my lily of the valley. But flower bouquets are difficult for me to bless, and to even ask Yulberon for a divine oracle…

“I just made this for you to enjoy, Varin. This unusual Argentum here was brought by Rozien. The fragrance is very nice, isn’t it?”

— Hmph! He didn’t bring it for me, he brought it for you.

“Still…”

— Well, fine. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with the flower itself. So what do you want to say?

“Pardon?”

— Don’t you have something you want to ask? Hurry up and tell me!

Though Varin spoke curtly, he seemed quite willing to answer any question. Prim hesitated for a moment before asking.

“It’s not exact, but… when I offer fragrances I’ve made to a god or use them to change something, I seem to get very severe headaches. Do you happen to know what’s going on?”

— …

Varin was silent for a moment. It seemed like a question he truly hadn’t expected. After a while, he spoke with difficulty.

— That… seems to be a time headache.

“A time headache?”

Prim blinked at the unfamiliar term.

— When you came back through time, you’re naturally supposed to pay a price when you don’t live exactly as past history went and change something. The more you change, the greater the price you pay. It seems to have manifested as pain.

“Ah, I see.”

Prim nodded, confirming that her guess had been correct.

The smoke trembled briefly, then Varin suddenly spoke.

— That, what, what. Lily of the valley.

“Yes, Prim is here.”

— That, um, did it, did it hurt a lot?

“Pardon? Oh, a little.”

— That… that can’t be helped.

“Yes, I know.”

If the pain felt by a human body was converted as the price for changing history, wouldn’t that actually be quite cheap?

— I really didn’t know! That such a thing would manifest!

“I didn’t know either, but I’m glad I know now.”

Hadn’t she almost suffered from what felt like random pain after making incense without any mental preparation?

Even if it was something that couldn’t be solved, just knowing the cause and situation made her feel at ease.

The flower bouquet was quiet for a moment.

“Varin, I’ll make perfume soon and offer you a fragrance. Please wait just a little longer.”

— There’s no other god who waits better than me!

Varin spoke boastfully. Having endured from 1 believer to 0 believers and finally obtained the supreme fragrance that Prim made, where else could such patience be found?

— It’s good that you’re working hard, but you mustn’t overdo it. Understand? Our future depends on your one body!

“I’ll be careful.”

— Don’t just be careful with words! I really can’t stand it! I didn’t know you were such a reckless child.

“You didn’t know…?”

— …

Varin was silent for a moment. Looking back, that was true.

Without being reckless, how could someone make a deadly fragrance because their friend died, then pour it on their own head while resenting the gods?

— It’s, it’s something to be proud of!

“No…”

— Anyway, you! Hurry up and resolve that business at the villa. As quickly as possible!

Varin spoke as if throwing a tantrum. Prim nodded.

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Baron Corvus lay in bed staring blankly at the ceiling.

Perhaps because of the big incident today, it didn’t seem like he would be able to fall asleep easily. His eyes, accustomed to the darkness, began to distinguish the patterns on the ceiling wallpaper. However, Corvus blinked and unknowingly fell into sleep just like that.

And in his dream, he was renowned as a great perfumer. Even the great Perfuma Eteria Vittorio Alquegia, and his disciple Mennellik, knelt in admiration before his fragrances.

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