The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 18

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 18

The Emperor and Feudal Lords, Highest Knights lined up to obtain his fragrance. Even the High Priest shed tears and recited prayers over his fragrance.

People regretted and lamented that they had once failed to recognize him. Those who begged for even one chance to commission him late in the game formed endless lines. The Baroness laughed loudly and kicked them away with her boot.

— How dare you! Get lost! You fools, if you want to make requests, at least bring Gold Ingots!

The Baron smiled gracefully and restrained his wife, but he didn’t grant those commissions either.

— His Imperial Majesty the Emperor and His Holiness the High Priest are urgently pleading for me to prioritize them first, so how could I.

They shed tears, beat the ground, and repeatedly regretted.

When he woke from his dream, it was when the morning crow’s cry echoed from far away.

He momentarily thought he hadn’t slept at all, but soon became aware that his entire body was surprisingly full of vitality.

His eyes, which were always stiff, opened smoothly, and the pain in his creaking back had also disappeared.

He sat on his bed and blankly thought about the dream he had.

The scene where everyone praised him as a famous perfumer was as sweet as honey.

If he could follow his heart, he wanted to lie back down on the bed immediately and continue the dream.

However, his body, with fatigue washed away like water, would not allow any more sleep.

Baron Corvus waited for night to come, then secretly used that fragrance again.

And about six days after having the same dream, Baron Corvus was certain.

This wasn’t some Divine Blessing that helped you sleep well.

The Priests of Retemore Temple were all fools without exception, unable to even distinguish the blessing their god had bestowed!

“This is, this is…”

In the early dawn, the Baron’s hand reaching for the bottle placed in the Perfume Laboratory trembled.

‘This is definitely a fragrance that shows the future!’

At that realization, his vision became dizzy and his heart pounded. Baron Corvus sat in front of the Perfume Organ and gripped the bottle tightly.

Though he had sometimes despaired that he might lack talent, all heroes are given trials, and only those who overcome those trials become true heroes.

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During the week spent at Baron Corvus Couple’s Villa, Bianna felt as if she had come to Heaven.

She got a Lace Nightgown and ate warm Meat Stew and White Bread, Sweet Jam and Crispy Biscuits. She fell asleep on a Soft Bed while looking at Antique Picture Books.

Baron Corvus and his wife treated her well, as if they had been momentarily distracted by Prim and then came to their senses again.

They seemed to find that child who couldn’t walk alone more bothersome. Seeing this, Bianna thought everything had finally returned to its proper place.

But that was only temporary again. It was as if the gods were playing with dolls using her. They gave joy then took it away, gave sorrow then withdrew it, then brought despair again.

The Baroness’s hand and expression raised high as if to slap her cheek, her face flushed with anger.

Could the iron bars of Hell be sharper than that? When she was trembling without even knowing what she had done wrong, Prim suddenly intervened and said.

— I want to do perfumery!

Bianna wondered what on earth that meant. Suddenly wanting to do perfumery in this situation. What kind of foolish thing was she saying?

But after that, everything changed again. The Baroness and Baron began to fuss over Prim as if struck by lightning, saying that the fragrance Prim helped the Baron create had received a Divine Blessing.

Bianna was left behind alone. Meanwhile, she recalled the stories she had heard from the Marseria Priest long ago.

The King and Queen’s lost Princess, that Princess would suffer hardships and face all kinds of trials, but would eventually return to the King and Queen to enjoy happiness.

I must be a Princess. That’s why this is happening. The reason upsetting things keep happening, the reason someone keeps tormenting me, it’s all because of that.

“Bianna? What are you doing here?”

“Ro… zien? How are you here?”

Bianna had been plucking grass blades with her fingertips in the Garden when she quickly raised her head at the voice calling her. Rozien, with his Hair dyed brown, was looking at her with luggage on his shoulder.

“I’m working at the Stables here.”

“At, at the Stables?”

“Yeah, they said they were looking for workers. Why does your face look like that. Were you crying?”

“N-no I wasn’t!”

Bianna’s face turned red as she hastily denied it. Rozien tilted his head.

Bianna, who had been blankly looking up at him, finally contorted her face.

She had been lonely in this unfamiliar place with no one on her side. There was no time to talk with Prim, and even if there was an opportunity, Prim would never like her.

Rozien would probably be on Prim’s side too, but still, seeing an Orphanage colleague in such a place made her heart swell without her knowing.

“If you weren’t crying, why are you crying now?”

“I’m not crying!”

Bianna rubbed her eyes hard with the back of her hand and barely stopped the tears. She could see the boy’s face showing slight confusion and worry.

“Why. Is someone bothering you?”

“You, you.”

When before he had glared at her knowing she had pushed Prim, but now.

Bianna bit her lips hard. If she could follow her heart, she wanted to say that Prim was tormenting her.

That whenever it seemed like she might receive attention from the Baron and Baroness, Prim would immediately steal it away, that she must be jealous and trying to make her miserable.

But those words wouldn’t come out. He asked what was wrong when she was crying, but even if it was because Prim had slapped her cheek, he would never blame Prim.

Unlike how he had glared at her for pushing Prim.

If it had been another child from the Orphanage who appeared now instead of Rozien, Bianna might have asked if they came to leech off her.

But such words didn’t come out to Rozien. Because she knew too well that wasn’t the case.

He came here because of Prim.

Why does Prim have everything like this?

Why can’t I have anything?

“Why don’t you go see Prim?”

“Of course I already saw her.”

Rozien answered while scratching his cheek. Bianna caught the omitted words in that.

Why did I come here? Of course I saw her first.

Finally, Bianna couldn’t hold back and said.

“Do you like that kid so much? She’s a stranger anyway. As time passes, that kid won’t even acknowledge you.”

That kid and herself were now adopted by a noble family, so what would they have to talk about with a shabby Stable Master boy?

However, Rozien didn’t get angry even when Bianna suddenly expressed her anger. He just smiled.

As if the world of Prim and himself belonged only to them so others couldn’t understand, as if he wouldn’t get angry at a fool.

Bianna became even more heated.

“Has she ever specially saved you even one piece of bread or cookie? She hasn’t!”

It was always Rozien who was busy taking care of Prim. Since she couldn’t walk, he had to carry her around, and it was Rozien who worked Prim’s share too, replacing her who was excluded from all the Orphanage work.

Rozien replied as if bewildered.

“What would I do if she gave me such things? I should be the one giving.”

“Why? Because you pity her for not being able to walk?”

“No, because Prim and I are family.”

For the first time, Rozien answered with a slightly serious expression. At those words, Bianna screamed.

“No! No! You two aren’t like family! Even right now, you’re working in the Stables while Prim is sleeping in that nice room! The second-best room in this Villa!”

The best room was the Baron couple’s room. And the Baron couple had immediately given her the second-best room the day Prim showed her talent.

Like a room where a heavenly Princess might stay? A Canopy that fluttered transparently like angel feathers and a Satin Bed, a Pure White Porcelain Washbasin and a Polished Wooden Desk.

While secretly peering at that room, she resented Prim so much for stealing the room that should have been hers.

However, Rozien had an unconcerned expression throughout. Rather, he just smiled as if relieved.

“That’s really good.”

“Don’t lie!”

When parents abandon children and children abandon parents, it’s impossible for those who don’t share a drop of blood to truly care only for each other’s welfare.

However, Rozien shrugged as if it didn’t matter whether Bianna believed him or not, just glancing at Bianna’s face a little.

“If you stopped crying, that’s good. Then I’m going. I have a lot of work to do.”

He adjusted the Straw Bundle on his back and turned around. Bianna stared blankly at his back, then just wiped away her remaining tears.

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