The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 22

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 22

“…!”

“…!”

Rozien held his breath.

The butler and baron immediately turned toward the attic room. At this rate, they would be caught.

That was the moment.

“B-Baron!”

From the opposite side, Bianna appeared wearing nightclothes. The butler and baron’s gazes were drawn to her.

“Bianna? What are you doing here?”

“I thought you had arrived, so I… I came out to greet you.”

“Is that so? How thoughtful of you. Now go back inside and sleep. Don’t come out of your room carelessly at such a late hour.”

Just as Rozien was about to take a step toward the stairs, the baron waved his hand dismissively and turned his back on Bianna. Rozien’s leg retreated back behind the pillar.

“B-Baron! You must be tired from your journey. Will you rest before leaving? Or perhaps a late-night snack…”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t need it.”

The baron waved his hand again. Now his gesture clearly showed annoyance.

After several exchanges, the baron, unable to bear it any longer, roughly shook off Bianna who was clinging to him.

“Stop being bothersome!”

“Aah!”

While the butler helped Bianna up from where she had fallen on the floor, Bianna leaned against the butler’s arm and glanced beyond them.

It was a look telling them to hurry up.

Rozien bit his lips tightly and silently moved swiftly across the hall toward the stairs leading to the attic.

When the baron and butler turned around, sensing some strange presence, the boy and girl had already disappeared.

* * *

“Prim, have you been staying quietly and well?”

The baron thought the lock opened somewhat loosely, but concluded it was probably because he was in a hurry, and opened the door wide.

The frail girl who had been lying on the bed slowly sat up.

That child seemed to have no particular expression from the first time he saw her, so if not for her appearance, he might have been put off.

“…Baron?”

Baron Corvus looked around once, as if taking out a precious diamond ring to examine it.

Even though he knew there was no one nearby, he felt anxious wondering if someone might be there, if this child might try to escape.

“Didn’t you say you were going to Tamdrion Temple?”

“I left something behind, so I hurried back. I’ll be departing again right away.”

The baron said this as he approached Prim. In this old attic room, there was a strangely deep and elegant rose fragrance.

As if someone had just returned from the perfume laboratory…

“You didn’t secretly… go somewhere, did you?”

“How could I?”

Prim pointed to her legs covered by the blanket and the door that had been locked until just moments ago.

The baron coughed lightly. That was true.

“That’s true, but there seems to be a strange rose fragrance… or something like that…”

“Where?”

“If you ask where…”

The baron came closer to Prim, sniffing. Prim tilted her head and then reached out to the baron, poking the handkerchief tucked in his chest.

“Isn’t it the smell coming from here?”

“Huh?”

The baron pulled out his handkerchief and lightly smelled its fragrance. Indeed, it was giving off the rose fragrance he had just noticed.

“The fragrance I last created must have stabilized and deepened like this.”

Is, is that so?

When Prim spoke clearly, the baron unconsciously hesitated a little. After hearing that, it seemed like it might be true.

Was the fragrance he had smelled all the way down the corridor also from the handkerchief?

Since Prim was the one who truly had talent in perfumery and had completed all these fragrances, the baron couldn’t speak strongly about fragrances in front of Prim.

“A-anyway, don’t go anywhere and stay quietly. I’ll release you when I return. Understood?”

“…Yes.”

“I’m doing all this out of concern!”

“Yes.”

When Prim nodded, the baron smiled with satisfaction, glanced around once, nodded, and left the attic room again.

The sound of the lock clicking shut came from outside the door, then the sound of footsteps gradually faded away.

And where the closed door had been, brown-haired Rozien, who had been holding his breath, finally exhaled with a “phew” and grinned.

“Wow, I thought we’d be caught.”

Rozien touched the frayed hem of the shirt he was wearing with a proud expression.

The exceptional technique of wrapping thread around the lock hanging outside the door, closing it, then pulling from inside to lock it was one of Rozien and Prim’s means of making a living.

Prim collapsed onto the bed as her tension finally released. After the baron left, the brief headache that had struck disappeared, and instead her heart was beating rapidly.

Rozien sat by the head of the bed, glanced toward the door, and whispered.

“I hope the Inquisitor comes soon.”

“Yeah.”

“But did you have a conversation with Varin? Did Varin give you a divine oracle?”

Rozien’s deep green eyes sparkled repeatedly. Prim felt a bit embarrassed and nodded.

“Yeah…”

“That’s really amazing! Not just anyone can hear it, right?”

“Varin… doesn’t have many believers.”

“…Is it okay to say that?”

“Huh? That’s just a fact. It’s just arithmetic. It’s just me and Priest Marseria, so two people.”

“…”

Rozien moistened his lips briefly and then said hurriedly.

“N-now three. Me too, including me, three. Since it’s three, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah, I got it. But how are you going to get out now?”

“I can just go out through the window.”

“You told me it was dangerous to go that way.”

“I’m fine. I’m more agile than you!”

Prim glared at him. Rozien grinned teasingly, then suddenly looked closely at Prim’s face from various angles.

“Why…?”

Wondering if he had noticed the headache from earlier, but afraid that avoiding his gaze would make him think something was even more strange, she tried to keep her gaze fixed.

“Was it hard when we ran up earlier? Since you were being carried and all.”

“Ah… No. It wasn’t hard.”

Prim’s throat felt sore for a moment, so she swallowed.

Would the person doing the carrying have a hard time, or the person being carried? Sometimes Rozien seemed like an idiot who couldn’t even do such simple calculations.

Rozien thought Prim was making excuses, so he thought for a moment and then said.

“You know, Prim. I have a good idea. How about putting wheels on a chair? What do you think? Then I could push it for you. I could pile lots of cushions on the chair to make it like a bed too!”

Prim thought for a moment and then asked.

“What about the stairs?”

“I’ll just carry you on the stairs.”

Rozien smiled brightly.

Prim said something else instead.

“I hope your hair… returns to normal soon.”

Rozien hesitated for a moment, then pinched a strand of his own hair between his thumb and index finger, pouting his lips slightly.

“Do you really dislike brown hair that much?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do until it grows back out, so you’ll have to wait. Just bear with it until then.”

“Okay.”

Rozien reached out to tidy Prim’s slightly disheveled hair, but hesitated and awkwardly just brushed the back of his own neck instead.

* * *

It took the Baron and his wife a full five days to make the trip to the Temple of Tamdrion and back. However, their expressions were completely different from each other.

While the Baroness had an elated and excited face, the Baron looked utterly exhausted with a dark, gloomy expression.

Even after arriving at the villa, the Baroness frowned as she looked at the Baron’s blackened complexion.

Soon they would be able to go up to the Imperial Capital. A brilliant future was within reach, so why was her husband making such a death-like face?

“Brighten up your face.”

“I am brightened up.”

“Everything went well. Why do you look like you’re about to die? There were only a few that didn’t receive blessings anyway.”

“Those few that didn’t receive…!”

The Baron was about to shout but swallowed his words. The Baroness frowned.

“Those few what?”

The Baron bit his lips hard.

Those few were the ones he had personally created through perfumery.

While everything Prim had created received special blessings, his own works that he had gone back to the carriage to retrieve heard no voice from the divine.

According to the dreams he had, he should surely be overflowing with talent and recognized as a great perfumer, so why?

“Just call Prim to make new incense, whatever kind. And she’s still young, so she might fail sometimes. What she’s accomplished so far is already incredible, isn’t it?”

The Baroness continued to fan the flames, unaware of the Baron’s inner turmoil. This made the Baron’s head burn even hotter with rage.

Because that child had never failed even once.

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