The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 24

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 24

The three children surrounded by people looked around with expressions full of tension.

“Huk, heok, heok… These bastards… These bastards dare to mock me! A noble! Death penalty, death penalty!”

The Baron shouted while gasping for breath. He was barely holding onto his swollen wrist.

“And I’ll personally cut that bastard’s throat!”

Rozien carefully set Prim down on the ground without taking his eyes off the Baron, reaching for the stick that Prim had been holding.

“Prim, give me that.”

“Rozien.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry…”

However, after handing the stick to Rozien, Prim took out the fragrant oil she had managed to keep with her even amid all this chaos.

It was a fragrance that Varin had also given to Yulberon, which Yulberon had gladly blessed and bestowed with power.

It was time to use that power.

“First, this.”

“Huh? N-now?”

Then she immediately poured the fragrant oil onto the stick.

After that, she clasped both hands together and shouted.

“O Yulberon of roses and justice, here stands a young knight still. Please grant your blessing! Give this knight the power to protect, and thus the power to defeat heretics!”

Prim’s clear voice rang out along with the fragrance.

What spread first was a delicate floral scent. The fresh and clear fragrance of raspberry flowers and pear blossoms that seemed ready to collapse. Next came the sweet and moisture-rich scent that seemed to crush apple flesh. And supporting it all was the sweetness of sandalwood and the weight and dignity of agarwood.

At the same time, lightning-like light struck down. Everyone was unable to open their eyes for a moment. In an instant, that fragrance spread to the surroundings.

Prim’s eyes widened. Actually, since Yulberon’s blessing was already imbued in this fragrance, there was no need for such unnecessary acts—praying while calling out Yulberon’s name.

Yet Prim did so simply to show everyone that those people were heretics.

But she never expected real light to strike down.

‘Yulberon said he really liked this fragrance.’

“My goodness, it’s a divine blessing!”

“How could Yulberon’s blessing…!”

This beautiful fragrance and sparkling light was undoubtedly a divine blessing. Everyone half-knelt and hurriedly recited prayers while trembling.

There were thirteen gods, temples throughout the Empire, and invasions and subjugations of magical beasts occurred constantly, yet despite all this, there were far more people who never saw a divine blessing even once in their lifetime.

No one noticed that this was a blessing obtained in advance and that Prim had improvised an appropriate prayer to go with it.

They were simply excited at the thought of witnessing a divine blessing. Something they could boast about for generations had unfolded before their eyes!

But surely that child had said, ‘Give this knight the power to protect, and thus the power to defeat heretics!’ hadn’t she?

Then… heretics?

Who?

The Baron and his wife?

The servants’ gazes slowly turned toward the Baron and his wife.

The Baroness, who had been following the Baron while seething with anger from tumbling down the stairs tremendously, hesitated at the strange atmosphere.

“What… what is it?”

“C-catch them! I said catch them! Don’t believe what those wretches are saying!”

However, both the butler and servants only hesitated with somewhat fearful expressions.

Those ‘wretches’ had asked for ‘power to defeat heretics’ and so received a blessing. But if they opposed those children?

Wouldn’t that mean the opposing side were the heretics?

“Eeek!”

Finally the Baron drew his sword and swung it at Rozien as if it were do or die. If only Rozien died here, if only he dropped that stick, he could dispel all these heresy suspicions.

Rozien hurriedly blocked that sword. The Baron’s blade, who couldn’t even become knight-like even as a joke, was nothing more than a sharp club.

Clang! Crack! Clatter!

However, no matter how much natural physical talent Rozien had, there were limits to a mere ten-year-old boy facing a sword wielded by an adult man with a broom handle.

“Haaaah! You lowly thing! Die!”

Finally Rozien’s grip tore and the stick broke, and just at the moment when the Baron made a triumphant expression filled with ecstasy.

Thud thud thud thud!

The sound of hoofbeats that shook the earth rang out nearby, making the ground tremble, and knights came bursting in.

“Oh, Yulberon…!”

“Heavens, my goodness, they’re really Yulberon’s knights…!”

Behind their hoofbeats, golden particles fluttered, and their knight uniforms flapped gracefully in the wind. As they stopped in front of the villa, they shouted simultaneously.

“By the command of Yulberon of justice and pride and the arrangement of His Holiness the High Priest, we arrest the heretic Baron and Baroness Corvus on charges of apostasy, murder, and kidnapping!”

That sound rang throughout the villa like a spear of sin struck down by a god, like lightning falling from heaven.

Their armor sparkled blindingly in the sunlight. Everyone stared in fascination at the majestic sight of the large war horses and the knights mounted upon them.

“H-h-heretics! Heretics! That’s impossible! I, how many incenses have I made to receive the gods’ blessings!”

Baron Corvus shrieked and looked around frantically. The servants backed away in great alarm.

“Evidence, you can’t do this without evidence!”

“Yulberon directly commanded us to ride day and night! To doubt the god’s words is also heresy!”

The Baron even threw down his sword and tried to flee frantically, but with his clumsy escape attempt and flailing swordsmanship, he could do nothing.

The knight skillfully knocked away his sword and grabbed the back of his neck as he tried to run, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

Rozien watched that scene with wide eyes. The sight of the knight subduing Baron Corvus, whom he had barely managed to block, in one stroke as if crumpling a paper doll.

Soon the Baroness was also captured. The Baroness, who had been running since the hoofbeats began shaking the earth, had managed to get a bit farther, but that was all.

The master and servants of the manor were all arrested, and the knights, having received some revelation, dug up the backyard and discovered the buried corpses of orphans.

It was the moment the Baron and his wife’s death sentence was decided.

Among those knights, the most luxuriously armed knight, Sebardo Rickhart, removed his helmet to shake off sweat and looked down at the three Temple of Varin orphans who remained silent amid the screams and wailing. Interest gleamed in his eyes.

His god had suddenly issued a major divine oracle one day, saying they must capture heretics in some remote territory.

Holy Knights who had directly heard the god’s voice gathered and rushed there. They were all Yulberon’s renowned knights who received his favor.

Yulberon, always elegant and stern, had urged them with an urgent voice they had never heard before.

They must immediately rush to that territory, punish the heretics, and save the still-small perfumer and her knight.

‘He said a small perfumer and her knight, so that must be…’

From what he could see, it seemed that brown-haired boy had somehow protected the girls who were about to be sacrificed.

His torn grip still clenched, those green eyes that didn’t let down their guard even when seeing them who should clearly appear as saviors were quite impressive.

Sebardo turned his eyes to the broken stick near the boy. No matter how much of a novice Baron Corvus was with swords, he was still a fully grown adult who lacked nothing.

To face a sword wielded by that adult with just a stick—that alone could be called tremendous talent.

Sebardo picked up that stick and was about to speak to the boy when his eyes widened.

“Th-this is.”

A delicate floral scent came from the broken stick. Flower and fruit fragrances dancing above the heavy scents of sandalwood and agarwood resin.

And the clear coolness that could only be felt when holding something imbued with a real divine blessing enveloped him.

Light goosebumps penetrating from the crown of his head to his toes arose and slowly subsided. The purpose of the lightning they had seen just before bursting in had been exactly this.

Now Sebardo understood that there was not a single error in what his god had said.

A small perfumer and her knight.

However, his shock didn’t last long. To be precise, something else arose that would make him panic.

The white girl’s face suddenly contorted as if it would shatter, then she vomited blood.

“Prim? Prim! Prim!”

The girl collapsed into the boy’s arms. The boy, whose face had turned deathly pale, tried to shake the girl in surprise. Sebardo hurriedly stopped the boy’s hands and lifted the girl up.

“Don’t shake her! Calm down! Call a healer. Quickly, inside!”

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