The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 21

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 21

“Huh? What is it?”

Prim wore an awkward expression, but before Rozien could stop her, she stepped forward.

The moment Prim’s foot touched the floor, black mist rose up. Her pure white foot and the pitch-black mist formed a dramatic contrast. At the same time, there was a faint sound of something sharp piercing through something soft.

“Prim!”

Rozien quickly lifted Prim up.

“What are you doing!”

“I need my blood for this.”

“What do you suddenly need blood for!”

“To make a temple.”

Prim said while dangling from Rozien’s arms. Since it was a makeshift temple made with just a few drops of blood, it could only be used once to communicate with Varin before its purpose was fulfilled, so she had to make a new one each time.

Rozien opened his mouth in disbelief.

“Y-you’re saying you can make a temple for praying to a god by doing this?”

“Yes, it’s possible.”

“How!”

“Varin saw my excellent perfumery skills and granted me permission.”

“Do you realize how incredible what you’re saying is right now? Huh?”

“Yes. Rozien, now put the box on top of this.”

“…”

Rozien glared at Prim, then sighed and set her back down on the chair before placing the box upside down over the bloodstain.

“Is this good?”

“Yes.”

Prim knelt in front of the box and placed the bottle mixed with fragrance materials on top.

The pale brown liquid swayed gently. Fragrance slowly began to rise from the bottle’s opening.

Prim took a deep breath.

The intense pain that brought her to tears had only occurred when the baron first went to the Temple of Retemore to offer incense and receive blessings.

After that, several times when her fragrances were offered through Baron Corvus’s hands, she only experienced mild tingling headaches, never the same intense pain as the first time.

So what would happen this time? She swallowed nervously in slight tension.

Prim clasped her hands together. As the fragrance began to rise, Rozien unconsciously rubbed his eyes slightly. The dark and damp perfume laboratory instantly transformed into a different place.

The dim moonlight seemed to transform into sacred torches, illuminating everything around them.

And that light enveloped Prim. Rozien could only stare blankly at that sight, at Prim quietly calling out to Varin.

“Varin.”

— Oh, my goodness! My little lily of the valley! Did you finally make something? Ah! But I was so distracted last time that I forgot to mention this—do you happen to know any prayers?

“…”

Prim was silent for a moment, then looked at Rozien.

“What, what is it?”

Rozien’s face showed he knew nothing. It seemed Varin’s voice was only audible to her.

“Rozien, do you know any prayers?”

— I don’t mean prayers offered to just any god! I mean prayers offered to me…

“Um, Varin, who is the compass for those standing at crossroads, the brush that draws constellations in the night sky, and the lamp for those who are lost…”

— !

“Isn’t this the prayer?”

“No, that’s right. Um, yes. Who is the compass for those standing at crossroads…”

“The brush that draws constellations in the night sky.”

“The brush that draws constellations in the night sky…”

Prim followed along with the prayer that Rozien recited fluently, then casually asked.

“But when did you memorize the prayer?”

Though she had asked, she hadn’t expected him to know Varin’s prayer so precisely.

“Among the books we read together, there was one with prayers written in it. I memorized it when I saw it then.”

“I couldn’t memorize it even after seeing it.”

“I can’t do perfumery like this either.”

With the mindset of preparing for when Rozien would become a knight, since the regression they had been reading through all the books remaining in the temple together.

But to think he had memorized something he’d only seen once.

Come to think of it, Rozien surprisingly knew many things with extensive knowledge. After growing into a physique that could more than hold its own against a lion, his intellect had shone even brighter.

Then the sound of rain pattering against the glass window outside could be heard. Prim saw raindrops falling through the slightly open curtains and smiled softly.

These were tears of joy that Varin was shedding.

Prim clasped her hands together again and recited the entire prayer.

“…Varin, how is the fragrance?”

— Excellent!

Varin couldn’t hide his excitement.

It was a fragrance like a luxurious leather sofa placed alone in a forest where wild roses bloomed, as if one’s body was deeply sunk into that sofa.

A sofa that once decorated the reception room of a noble house now seemed to be placed in the middle of a forest, among thorny rose vines, evoking a sense of pathos.

— You’re truly gifted!

With the fervent response, the glass bottle containing the perfume had somehow become clean and glowed eerily beautiful in the moonlight. The god’s joyful heart overflowed, naturally imbuing it with blessings.

Rozien’s eyes, watching from the side, grew wider and wider. Prim kept her hands clasped together, trying to gauge when the headache might strike, and said.

“Varin, can you now deliver the message to Yulberon with this?”

— Ah!

As if he had forgotten for a moment, Varin’s voice carried a tone of “oops.” Prim narrowed her eyes.

“Varin?”

— I, I was just feeling reluctant for a moment. My little lily of the valley will offer me such fragrances anytime, but thinking about handing this over to Yulberon right now… Don’t worry! Of course I’ll deliver it to Yulberon right away. When that fellow smells this fragrance, he’ll summon all the inquisitors on the continent!

“When will those inquisitors arrive?”

— Hmm… It would take about a week at the earliest.

One week.

Light appeared on Prim’s face.

It wasn’t a short time, but it would take several days just for Baron Corvus to visit the Temple of Tamdrion and return. She only needed to endure the remaining few days.

That’s when it happened.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard from afar.

If it had been daytime, they wouldn’t have heard it due to the sun’s commotion, and the villa’s servants, who were all asleep at this hour, probably hadn’t heard it yet, but only they, who were awake in the dark night when everything was silent, noticed the sound.

Varin urgently told her.

— A carriage is coming from afar. It’s that foolish pig-like fellow from this villa.

“Rozien, the baron has returned! You need to hurry…”

She was about to say “go back,” but those words were cut off instantly.

Rozien quickly grabbed a bottle cork, sealed the opening of the fragrant oil bottle that Prim had made, and placed it in Prim’s arms, then kicked the box to push it back to its original position.

He wiped away the bloodstain on the floor with his sleeve and quickly put the fragrance materials that were out on the desk back in their places. Right after that, Rozien scooped up Prim in his arms.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

The sound of the carriage’s horse hooves grew stronger. Varin’s tears had already stopped. The faint sound of the stable master bustling about urgently could be heard.

“Let’s go!”

The two young people hurriedly and secretly left the perfume laboratory.

Rozien, who had been running, hurriedly turned back to close the half-open lock again before running off.

The dark villa instantly began to wake up and brighten. The hissing sound of matches lighting lamps could be heard.

The lights in the corridor driving away the darkness one by one seemed to be chasing after the two of them.

Everyone seemed panicked and in complete disarray at the master’s sudden, unscheduled return.

Just as Prim and Rozien were about to cross the hall where the stairs leading to the attic were located, the hall door burst open.

“M-Master! How did you arrive so early?”

While the butler asked while receiving the baron’s coat, Prim and Rozien hurriedly hid behind a pillar and caught their breath. Sweat beads rolled down from Rozien’s forehead and formed on his chin.

“….”

“….”

As Prim also held her breath in tension, a headache flashed through her mind.

‘…!’

To suppress her groan, Prim gripped tightly onto Rozien’s clothes while being carried on his back.

“I left something behind and came back in a hurry. Since this is my first time going to the Temple of Tamdrion, I needed to prepare a separate offering….”

“Oh my, it’s my oversight for not preparing it. If you tell me, I’ll go right now!”

“No, I need to bring it myself.”

The baron said this as he turned around, seeming to head toward the door on the opposite side of the hall.

Rozien had been watching from behind the pillar and was about to run toward the stairs leading to the attic, but he had to stop immediately.

“Ah, but first I should check if my daughter is doing well.”

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