The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 19

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 19

Prim had now reached the point of being moved by Baron Corvus’s foolishness.

He didn’t just steal Prim’s perfumes.

When he shut himself in the perfume laboratory and couldn’t solve the perfumery at all, he would try to find special materials.

“This won’t do, Bianna! You! Making such vulgar sounds while eating again!”

“I’m, I’m sorry…!”

“Wait! I think I’m getting some inspiration.”

Then Prim would raise her hand and speak. At those words, the Baron and his wife would stop what they were doing and hurriedly take Prim to the perfume laboratory.

— Bianna! What is that knot in your clothes!

— I want to make perfume.

— Bianna! If you walk making such noise!

— I have an idea for a new perfume.

— Bianna!

— If I go to the perfume laboratory now, I think some good ideas will come to mind.

When about a month had passed with Prim somehow defending against the abuse toward Bianna, an opportunity finally arose.

The Baron and his wife decided to visit not the Temple of Retemore, but the Temple of Tamdrion to offer incense.

“Ugh, even though it’s autumn, the weather is still hot, and going all that way – when will we ever come back?”

“You were the one who first suggested going to the Temple of Tamdrion!”

“That was when there was no news at all, and lately things have been going well…”

“This level isn’t enough.”

The Baroness grumbled for a long time about not wanting to go so far, then got into the carriage.

Baron Corvus was so focused on thinking about going to the Temple of Tamdrion that he paid no attention to his wife’s grumbling.

“H-have a safe trip, Baron, Baroness.”

“Oh, yes.”

He barely acknowledged Bianna who had come out to see them off, then suddenly turned back into the villa as if he had just remembered something.

“What, what? You were the one urging us to hurry, and now where are you going?”

“Where’s Prim?”

“Where would she be? In her room. You said she doesn’t need to come out of her room since she can’t even stand anyway.”

“I should move that child’s room.”

“Do it when we get back.”

The Baroness, who had unnecessarily gone back and forth, was angry, but the Baron didn’t care and ran with quick steps like a madman to fling open Prim’s door.

“Prim, I need to move your room. I’ll move you to a better room.”

Bianna, who had hurriedly followed, glared at Prim secretly with a face mixed with despair and jealousy.

However, that expression didn’t last long. The Baron, who personally picked up Prim, went to the highest place in the villa, to the attic room right under the roof above the third floor, and pushed Prim inside.

“…Baron?”

“Your talent is too outstanding, isn’t it? I’m worried that there might be people targeting you! I’ll let you out when I return. Stay quietly and behave, understand?”

The Baron earnestly instructed the servant who had followed to generously provide Prim with blankets to cover herself, clothes, and food, and only then turned away. The sound of the Baroness grumbling about why he had to go to such lengths scattered in the distance.

The remaining Bianna looked at the locked door with a clearly bewildered face, but none of the servants paid any attention to Bianna.

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Prim just stared at the locked door.

‘I didn’t expect this.’

Suddenly locking someone up like this?

To be able to do such a thing required higher intelligence than expected.

He had to calculate his own value, consider the risk and property damage if lost, and even think of ways to prevent it.

‘I didn’t know he was someone who could think to this extent while making perfumes so poorly.’

Prim looked at the tightly closed door, then gazed at the window that seemed barely large enough for a small child to pass through.

‘Opening the lock from inside would be impossible, but.’

Prim took a deep breath of the air flowing through the window crack.

There was the rich fragrance of sap from silver aspen branches and the smell of thin stems and long-stretching leaves.

From that fragrance alone, Prim could picture the scenery beyond the window.

Large, lush cypress trees with their branches fully extended, and the thick undergrowth beneath them.

‘At this level, I probably won’t die.’

In her past life, Rozien had jumped down from positions several stories high and been fine. Since her current self was lighter than he was then, wouldn’t it be okay?

First jump out the window onto the tree, then slide down through the branches, leaves, and bushes – she might get hurt a bit, but she should be able to get out.

Then go straight to the perfume laboratory, create a fragrance to offer to Varin and Yulberon, and secretly return. Opening the lock from outside wasn’t difficult, so she could just sneak back in.

She’d get scratched up and become a mess, but she could make excuses that the curse had activated on its own.

It was a perfect plan. Just as Prim had made up her mind.

Click!

Prim quickly turned her head to look toward the door. There was a sound of metal hitting metal from outside the door. It was the sound made when opening a lock without a key. Since she had always been the one picking locks from outside, this was the first time hearing it from inside.

Before long, the door creaked open. Brown hair spilled through the door crack first. The boy spoke in a voice that was beyond surprised to bewildered.

“Why did they suddenly lock you up, what is all this about… Prim!”

Seeing Prim preparing to jump out the window, the boy – Rozien – rushed over in alarm.

“Oh… Rozien, how did you come?”

“What do you mean how! Word spread among the servants that the young lady of this house was locked in the attic room. But you weren’t just trying to jump out the window, were you?”

“Well… I was going to the perfume laboratory now… Oh, no. I was trying to look outside.”

Prim, feeling a bit embarrassed, quickly let go of the curtain she had been gripping.

Rozien looked down out the window with his mouth hanging open, then pulled on both his cheeks. That didn’t change reality.

“They said you were locked up, and Bianna said she should bring you something to eat, so I came in surprise…”

At the same time, there was a clattering sound. It was the sound of plates and tableware hitting each other. Bianna was standing at the doorway. Holding a plate with bread and jam.

“…”

“…”

Bianna stood for a moment without saying anything, chin raised with a cold expression. Anyone who saw her would have thought she was a porcelain doll.

Then she suddenly held out the plate.

“It’s, it’s leftovers. Eat it or not.”

Prim was a bit surprised.

Bianna had never liked her. She hadn’t been very conscious of it, but she hadn’t thought Bianna would come to bring her bread.

“If you’re not going to eat it…”

“Hey, hey. We suddenly picked the lock and came in, so Prim is just surprised. Thank you, Bianna.”

Rozien smiled slyly at Bianna and took the plate. Bianna snorted but obediently handed over the plate with bread.

Prim hesitated for a moment, then said.

“…Thank you, Bianna.”

“Prim, you should eat the bread first. Did you eat anything today?”

“We’re talented at starving, aren’t we.”

At those words, Rozien glared at Prim while also smiling slightly.

Only Bianna shuddered. Talented at starving! No matter how poor the orphanage was, the priest had never starved them until now, so it was a completely unfamiliar sensation for Bianna.

“But what do you mean going to the perfume laboratory? At this hour?”

“Yes… I have to go.”

“What are you going to do there?”

“Perfumery. I absolutely have to do it now.”

Rozien ruffled his hair and sighed.

“Then let’s go after you finish eating that bread.”

As soon as she heard those words, Prim quickly tried to grab the bread, so Rozien burst into quiet laughter and snatched the bread away.

Then he split the bread in half and spread jam generously on it. The transparent orange apricot jam sparkled like a jewel before melting softly on the bread.

“Here, eat this.”

“Should we all share it?”

“I’m full, so I’m fine.”

Bianna said primly and turned her head away, and Rozien also said he was fine. Though Rozien had split the bread in half, after Prim finished eating her half, he pushed the remaining half he had been holding into Prim’s mouth.

“Mmph.”

“Eat it all.”

Since she couldn’t spit out what was already in her mouth, Prim ended up swallowing all the bread. Then Rozien turned his back to her. He looked ready to carry Prim on his back and leave immediately, which startled Bianna.

“Are you really going now? Where to? To the Baron’s Perfume Laboratory?”

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