The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 20

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 20

“Huh.”

“That’s impossible!”

Bianna exclaimed in a hushed voice, then startled and hurriedly looked behind her. Of course, no one would come up to this top attic room.

“Are you crazy? Do you know what will happen if we get caught!”

“We just won’t get caught.”

“What are you going to do by secretly making perfumes? Anyway… anyway, the Baron lets you do all the perfumery!”

“That’s not what’s important.”

“Then what is important!”

“Bianna.”

“Why… why.”

When Prim suddenly called her name, Bianna flinched. Prim spoke seriously.

“I know you like the Baron and his wife.”

“You, you know that!”

Bianna flared up unable to contain herself, then bit her lips hard again. Prim spoke calmly.

“Bianna, I know you like them, but still, those people are heretics.”

“What… what?”

“I said they’re heretics. You know they’re actually strange people too. The fact that they tried to beat and abuse you…”

“No! That’s not true!”

Bianna cried out desperately in a thin voice like a dying bird. Bianna looked like she was about to cry.

“How, how can you make such false accusations! Even if they confined you! Fine, do whatever you want! Whether you play princess and prince or play perfumer, I don’t care if you get caught and scolded!”

Having said that, Bianna grabbed the empty plate and hurried downstairs.

While Prim watched her retreating figure, Rozien turned his creaking head.

“Those people are what?”

“Huh?”

“Those people… Baron Corvus and his wife are what… you said?”

“Heretics?”

Rozien’s eyes widened as if he couldn’t believe what he heard. Prim almost burst out laughing at his shocked expression.

The young Rozien in her memory had always listened to her, but he was always somewhat pessimistic yet always calm and composed.

Then had she been the one to create that cynical aspect of his?

“Heretics? What kind of… what kind of heretics?”

“Are there other kinds of heretics?”

“How serious heretics are they!”

In a land already ruled by thirteen gathered gods, it was difficult to be completely branded as heretics just for believing in some unknown god.

The typical crimes of heretics were bewitching people by claiming only they knew what the gods wanted, asserting their nonsensical writings were scriptures, or forcing people to give their lives for things to offer to the gods.

“Murderers.”

“…! Then we shouldn’t be making perfumes right now, we should run away immediately!”

Rozien’s mind raced. They couldn’t return to any temple like this.

No one would believe the report of adopted orphans. He believed Prim’s words, but there was no proper evidence right now.

Where should they go?

No, there was nowhere they couldn’t go.

“Bianna won’t come with us now.”

“Bianna is…”

Rozien also stopped speaking for a moment.

Bianna’s reaction wasn’t coming from not trusting Prim’s words at all. It was a reaction from being hit where she herself thought something was strange.

But even so, Bianna wouldn’t be able to let go of their hands first.

Everyone at the orphanage knew how much that child had looked forward to this adoption.

“And it’s not just Bianna who’s the problem. I can’t even walk by myself, so where would I run to?”

“I can carry you on my back.”

Prim was silent for a moment, then asked back.

“…Forever?”

“Ah, why forever again. We might be able to break the curse later. If we can’t, well, not forever, I’ll just keep carrying you.”

She knew why he was speaking evasively. It wasn’t because ‘forever’ was burdensome to him.

He was just worried that Prim might find those words, that forever, burdensome.

“…Then just carry me to the perfume laboratory.”

“The problem isn’t going to the perfume laboratory, you said we should run away from here.”

“Even if we run away, we can’t go that far. Seeing how they even confined me, they’ll definitely come looking.”

If a noble decided to pursue orphan boys and girls, none of the commoners would hide them.

Prim and Rozien, who came from the back alleys, knew this fact better than anyone.

“…”

“As long as I’m good at perfumery, it’ll be fine. I just need to call the Inquisitors.”

“For that, you’d have to make a really amazing fragrance, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I will.”

Prim spoke matter-of-factly. Rozien recalled the servants’ story about how ‘the Baron suddenly started making very beautiful fragrances and receiving blessings as if struck by lightning.’

“Were all those blessed fragrances the Baron received actually made by you?”

“Yes.”

Rozien, who had been quietly looking at Prim’s clear light green eyes, let out a deep sigh.

“Alright… But if it gets dangerous, let’s run away. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Only after Prim nodded did Rozien show his back. Prim climbed onto his back. Rozien began going down the attic stairs secretly while firmly supporting Prim.

In the middle of the night, the path to the perfume laboratory was extremely dark. With the master and mistress away, everyone refrained from lighting lamps carelessly.

Rozien, who had good night vision, easily avoided signs of people while swallowing worried sighs. Prim felt this but said nothing.

The large black wooden door was locked with a huge lock, but Prim, while being carried by Rozien, smoothly pulled out a small pin from his chest pocket.

“How did you know it was there?”

“I heard the sound of you picking the attic room door.”

Recalling difficult memories from the past, they both giggled quietly.

Rozien bent down a little. Prim skillfully reached over Rozien’s neck and rattled the lock open.

Click, the lock opened without much difficulty. Rozien instinctively looked around once, then carefully entered inside.

“Wow…”

There was no light at all and even the large window on the wall was covered with curtains, but moonlight leaked through the curtain gaps, illuminating the perfume organ.

The dim light created huge shadows, and thanks to the sound of fierce wind blowing from the Silver Aspen Forest, this perfume organ looked even more magnificent.

However, Rozien’s admiration was brief. Once he found a chair, he seated Prim there and looked around.

“You’re going to make fragrances here?”

“Yes.”

“How long will it take?”

“Making it can be done quickly. Just help me a little.”

Prim said that and took out an empty beaker, glass rod, and two glass bottles.

Rozien blinked and stared as if mesmerized by her skilled movements. Prim said.

“Almond and cardamom.”

“Ladanum resin.”

“Next is patchouli.”

“Then sandalwood.”

The fragrance materials were mostly clear and light orange in color. Prim carefully opened the caps of the fragrance materials, checked their scents, and poured them into bottles while mixing them.

Only the moonlight illuminated the small girl. Rozien checked the letters and handed them over one by one while gazing at Prim as if entranced.

Beyond her slightly disheveled short cream-colored hair, he could see her cautious yet passionate light green eyes.

‘Prim said she wanted to become a perfumer…’

Back then, he had simply thought it suited her well.

Though she seemed gentle and naive, he knew she had surprisingly sharp and delicate senses, so he thought she would do well at such things.

But that wasn’t all there was to it.

Prim truly loved perfumery. He had never seen such an expression on her face before. Her focused gaze sparkled sufficiently even with just moonlight. As the fragrance built up layer by layer and transformed, Prim’s expression changed along with it each time.

Rozien felt as if that face was being engraved into his soul at this very moment. So this is the expression she makes when doing what she wants to do.

What should he do to keep her making such expressions?

But that thought was quickly interrupted.

“Luna Ether, and finally rose.”

“Ah… here it is.”

The bottle labeled rose contained only a very small amount of fragrance materials. Prim carefully added those materials and then looked around.

“Rozien, is there a box or something around here?”

“A box?”

“Yes, something fairly large.”

Rozien tilted his head in confusion, then brought over a wooden box that would require spreading both arms wide to barely grasp.

It was a box that had come about when the Baron once decided to try making fragrance materials himself and bought a whole box of bergamot. That wooden chest gave off a bitter and sour scent.

Prim hesitated for a moment, then looked at Rozien.

“I really need this, so don’t get angry.”

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