The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 23

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 23

Yes, surely he hadn’t received proper recognition because he lacked special materials! Until now, he thought pure child’s blood and tears would suffice, but that clearly wasn’t the case.

“I need to use Prim’s blood.”

“…?”

The Baroness raised her eyebrows at the absurd statement.

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

“It wasn’t a pure child’s essence that was needed! It’s the essence of a talented child that’s required.”

“You’ve been receiving Divine Blessings just fine until now. Wouldn’t it be better to just have her make a bit more?”

“There’s a limit to the fragrances that child can create.”

“What kind of limit?”

“…Anyway, I need to use Prim’s blood!”

“That priest said he’d take her to the perfumer’s exam. He’ll surely check the child’s condition, so what are you planning to do? No matter how much the Temple of Varin is a place where we know no one….”

The reason they had gotten away with harming children brought from various orphanages until now was because the Temple had no reason to specifically check on adopted orphans.

“I’ll say she died of illness.”

“How could a perfectly healthy child suddenly….”

“What’s healthy about having a curse attached? I’ll say she died because the curse worsened.”

“….”

The Baroness couldn’t oppose him further.

There was madness dwelling in the Baron’s eyes. If she opposed him more here, she felt like a curse that didn’t exist before might befall her.

The Baroness swallowed dryly.

In any case, it did sound plausible. Wasn’t it certain that Prim possessed truly special talent? With such a child’s blood, they could surely receive tremendous compensation.

Then they could really go to the Imperial Capital and toy with those Electors and High Nobles to seize power, couldn’t they?

No, just selling that fragrance alone….

As soon as the Baroness was convinced, the Baron strode across the Hall. Bianna, who had come out to greet them, seemed to say something in greeting, but the Baron pushed Bianna aside and went up to the Upper Floor.

The Rose Fragrance from that day five days ago when he went to check if Prim, who had been locked in the Attic Room, was doing well, seemed to faintly linger somewhere.

As soon as he went up, he opened the door almost violently enough to break it. Prim, who had been sitting leaning against the Window, turned to look at him in surprise.

“You’ve returned…?”

“Your fragrance failed!”

The Baron shouted that immediately. Making young children timid by yelling at them was also his specialty.

However, Prim widened her eyes and tilted her head. She seemed not to have heard his shouting at all.

“That can’t be right.”

“What… what?”

“All four fragrances I created should have definitely received Divine Blessings. The base notes were Lavender, Iris, Musk, and Vetiver respectively… which of these four fragrances failed to receive a Divine Blessing?”

The Baron’s face turned bright red. Because Prim’s words were correct.

Precisely those four alone, only the fragrances Prim made, had received tremendous Divine Blessings. Enough to turn the Temple of Tamdrion upside down, with the Temple Officials running over with reddened eyes to praise him.

No one showed even the slightest interest in the other rejected fragrances.

Looking at his own Dull Bottles among the Transparent Bottles that sparkled with received Divine Blessings, looking at his own fragrances that were precisely excluded, the Baron felt as if they were pointing fingers at him.

— You have no talent!

But then what about the future he saw, that dream?

The sight of nobles following him around in tears trying to obtain a single drop of his fragrance, that dream of becoming the greatest perfumer and being looked up to even by the High Priest—what was that? Fake? No, that couldn’t be!

So the Baron realized.

That he needed Prim’s blood.

He needed the essence of that talent, not the tears of some good and pure child.

This too was merely a trial. A trial to show him what he truly needed.

“How… how dare a lowly orphan talk back so boldly!”

The Baron who shouted that pulled Prim down as if throwing her to the floor. A scream burst from Prim’s mouth as she staggered and collapsed to the floor.

“Ugh!”

The Baron, who had been fumbling in his clothes to pull out a Blade, made an expression as if he had gained enlightenment.

Where Prim had staggered, there were spots of blood.

“Yes, the curse…!”

To be able to draw blood just by making the child stand up! Truly God’s arrangement to obtain the essence! Emotion filled the Baron’s face.

“What, if you’re going to do it, close the door. Even if this is our Villa….”

Then the Baroness who had followed behind frowned and spoke. There was no need to cause a scene where all the Servants could see.

“If you don’t mind catching that thing’s curse, then keep watching!”

The Baron shouted loudly. Even the Baroness hesitated and stepped back. It was when the Baron triumphantly approached Prim.

“Stop… stop right now!”

“Kyah! What, this kid!”

The brown-haired boy, Rozien, burst in breathing heavily. The pushed Baroness screamed.

The Baron looked at the young Servant who was holding a Stick and acting as if threatening him, and opened his eyes wide in surprise. However, that surprise quickly transformed into boiling anger.

How dare that lowly Servant whose name he didn’t even know defy him? Trying to point a weapon at him!

“You bastard!”

Swish!

The Baron pulled out a small Dagger from his clothes and swung it. At first, Rozien’s forearm was torn as he clumsily tried to block.

However, Rozien had also seen the sight of people rushing to harm other people dozens, hundreds of times, and now he couldn’t retreat either.

“Hup!”

Thwack!

He forcefully swung the Stick he had stolen from the Stables and struck down on the Baron’s wrist. With a cracking sound, the Baron dropped the Dagger and clutched his wrist.

“Ahhh! My wrist! My wrist!”

His wrist immediately began to swell up. As if it was physical pain he had never experienced in his life, tears streamed down from his eyes.

“Rozien!”

“Let’s go, Prim!”

In the meantime, Rozien scooped up Prim and ran out of the room. The Baroness who had been pushed tried to block Rozien and Prim, but this time Prim, held in Rozien’s arms, swung the Stick.

“Get out of the way!”

“Ha, do you think that’ll work? Such… ahhh!”

The Baroness snorted and tried to snatch the Stick the child was swinging.

However, in her cumbersome outfit, standing on the narrow Stairs leading up to the Attic Room, the Baroness stepped back wrong and slipped.

“Ahhhhh!”

Crash crash crash!

The sound of a person endlessly rolling and sliding down the Stairs echoed. Prim properly secured their only weapon, the Stick, and swallowed dryly. Rozien shouted.

“Prim! You could be a knight!”

“Don’t say ridiculous things. Rozien, more importantly, be careful on the Stairs.”

“Of course.”

The two exchanged unfunny words and laughed quietly, then hurriedly began running down.

However, soon the Baron, who had regained his senses from behind, chased after them screaming.

“Stop there! If you stop now, I’ll spare your lives! Block them! Close the door!”

While Rozien and Prim ran across the Hall, the Baron who was chasing behind them a step late shouted.

It was when the Butler, who had been standing awkwardly dumbfounded by the surprising situation, hurriedly tried to block the door outside the Villa.

Bianna appeared from somewhere and ran straight into the Butler.

“Ugh! What, what!”

The Butler, who collided with Bianna who shot out like a cannonball, fell straight to the floor. Bianna, who had fallen together, immediately got up from her spot and barely managed to throw open the door the Butler was trying to close.

“You idiots! Catch them! Catch them, I say!”

“Rozien! Prim! Hurry over here!”

Rozien widened his eyes in surprise even while running carrying Prim on his back.

He had caused this trouble because he couldn’t let Prim get hurt, but he thought Bianna surely followed the Baron and his wife more….

However, there was no time for such conversation. They had to escape while the Servants were at a loss about this unprecedented situation and were in confusion.

‘What should I do? Should I steal a horse?’

All he knew about riding horses was what he had glimpsed while working at the stables, but somehow it might work out, right?

However, that worry didn’t last long. The servant who had barely regained consciousness and the Stable Master who came running with his face pale blue both stood in their way to stop them.

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