The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 25

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 25

Prim slowly regained consciousness. Her throat felt scratchy and her eyes were dry. Without opening her eyes, Prim recalled what had happened before she lost consciousness.

‘Suddenly a terrible headache came, and then my stomach felt hot…’

And then she had vomited blood violently.

Even if her stomach had been scraped with a plow, it wouldn’t have caused such pain. Just recalling the agony exhausted all her strength. Prim looked at the faint light filtering through her eyelids and thought.

‘Does Time Headache cause coughing up blood when it goes beyond normal limits?’

When small things change, there’s correspondingly small pain, and when big things change, there’s tremendous pain to match.

For example… like calling in Inquisitors who had never even come in her past life and having the Baron Couple arrested.

‘So that really was a big deal.’

Thinking about it, the pain she had felt then actually seemed welcome. Wasn’t it clear evidence that change was happening, that something was being altered?

However, Prim soon came to regret that thought a little.

When she slowly lifted her eyelids, the first thing she saw was Rozien’s face. Prim felt happy and smiled.

There had been a world where he had disappeared. This wasn’t that place.

“Rozi…”

But before Prim could continue speaking, Rozien jumped up from his seat and ran outside. Prim blinked.

Soon she understood what had happened. Seeing that she had awakened, Rozien had hurriedly gone to call people.

A Healer came running and examined Prim’s condition, then smiled saying she seemed fine. The Marseria Priest who had come with him also sniffled with tears.

“Oh, Prim. I shouldn’t have sent you there!”

The Marseria Priest hugged Prim tightly. The Knight standing beside him let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness you’re safe.”

Prim recognized that face. It was Sebardo Rickhart.

Somehow it was both surprising and amusing. The person who had come to arrest her in her past life had now come to save her.

No, perhaps even in her past life he had come running to save her.

“Why… why are you staring like that?”

“Thank you… for saving me.”

“Hmm? No, well. It’s only natural as a Knight of Yulberon.”

Even as he said this, Sebardo looked quite proud. He roughly patted Prim’s hair.

Prim let her hair become disheveled and asked what she had been curious about.

“But what happened to the Baron Couple?”

“That’s what you’re curious about as soon as you wake up?”

Sebardo Rickhart raised his eyebrows, then eventually shrugged and answered.

“Their crimes were heinous, so they were taken to the Temple. They’ll be judged there, but they’ll probably never see sunlight again.”

He spoke indirectly because the children were listening, but she understood it meant execution.

Prim nodded. Then it truly made sense that she had vomited blood. Just counting the children who would have been saved from becoming victims after Bianna.

‘It would be nice if I could just vomit blood without the pain. Isn’t there some way?’

It probably wouldn’t be that convenient though.

As Prim organized her thoughts, Sebardo looked at her with a strange expression.

How did God know that this child was a Perfumer, that she had made fragrances?

Even gods cannot see through everything. Especially not in places where there are no believers to serve as their eyes.

In such a remote place, how did He know that this young child who follows Varin’s god had such tremendous talent, and command that this child be saved?

Looking at her this way, she only seemed like a somewhat expressionless and well-behaved child.

‘But the blessing that was bestowed on that staff…’

“Well, the Healer says that vomiting blood was temporary and you’re fine now. Make sure to eat only soft foods for a while.”

“Thank you for treating me.”

If this incident hadn’t occurred, they never could have afforded to call a Healer given the Orphanage’s poor circumstances. Since they were wealthy Knights of Yulberon, of course they would travel with a Healer.

“So, Prim? Your name is Prim, right. The Baron Couple’s assets have also been dealt with. Anyway, you’re both their victim and their legal adopted daughter… After calculating the debts that couple had incurred, this Villa remains.”

Prim thought of the Perfume Laboratory attached to the Villa and let out a sigh of relief, then paused.

“Was it only me?”

“What do you mean?”

“As an adopted daughter, besides me, were there other children…”

“No, you were the only one they had registered as an adopted daughter.”

Prim pressed her lips together.

‘From the beginning, they intended to harm Bianna. But they had me registered… it must be because of perfumery.’

Even if questions arose later about who actually made the perfumes, it would be quite difficult for anyone to interfere if they were parent and child.

“And since the Baron’s title isn’t hereditary, only this Manor remains, but isn’t even that better than having nothing?”

Sebardo seemed worried that Prim might be disappointed, but Prim nodded without concern.

She had never wanted a title. Probably no one else would want it either. Since no heresy of this scale had been discovered in recent times, it would be controversial for years to come. Who would want a title tainted with such infamy? It was actually fortunate that it couldn’t be inherited.

As long as the Perfume Laboratory was safe, that was enough.

Sebardo seemed a little surprised by Prim’s composed demeanor, but eventually glanced at the boy standing in the doorway and nodded to the adults in the room.

“Well, since the major issues are all settled, it would be better to rest a bit more. Right, Priest?”

“Ah… yes, of course.”

The Marseria Priest squeezed Prim’s hand tightly before letting go and standing up. Soon the adults all withdrew like a receding tide, and the surroundings became quiet.

Only then did she notice the one person who remained.

“Rozien?”

When Prim called out in a small voice, he hesitated a little before approaching. Prim reached out her hand toward Rozien standing beside the bed.

“Rozien, is your hand okay?”

“Right now my hand is…!”

Rozien, who had been about to shout without realizing it, hurriedly swallowed his voice. Prim’s eyes widened. Rozien’s face contorted.

“…Prim, do you know how much blood you vomited back then?”

“Ah.”

Actually, at that time she had been almost unable to distinguish front from back due to the overwhelming pain, so she couldn’t even recall how much blood she had vomited.

‘Did I bleed quite a lot?’

“You’ve been, you’ve been in pain all this time. And I didn’t even know…”

Rozien spoke in a voice full of self-reproach. Prim quickly shook her head.

“No, I wasn’t in pain, and since I didn’t say anything, it’s natural you wouldn’t know.”

“Is it because of the curse?”

“There was probably something strange among the things those people told me to eat.”

“But Bianna is fine!”

“That’s because Bianna is as sturdy as iron.”

“…”

“Really.”

Only then did Rozien slump down into the chair beside the bed at Prim’s words.

Prim glanced around cautiously, then quietly pulled Rozien’s hand toward her. Rozien pulled his hand away with a sharp sound.

“My hand is all healed.”

“Still.”

“It wasn’t a big deal from the beginning!”

“Still…”

Prim slowly blinked as she looked up at Rozien. Rozien opened his mouth as if he was going to shout something, but eventually obediently offered his hand.

Prim examined Rozien’s hand front and back, then requested his other hand. Rozien hesitated before handing over his left hand as well. As he had said, there were no scars left on his hands. The Healer brought by Yulberon’s Inquisitors must have had excellent skills.

When Prim let out a sigh of relief, Rozien became sulky and said,

“You tell me to become a Knight, but then you act like this over one little scratch?”

“I told you to become a Knight, not to get hurt.”

“Magical beasts will be ten times bigger than that stupid Baron. And I am…”

Rozien only moved his lips wordlessly.

Prim had said he had the talent to become a Knight. Looking at his height, taller than his peers, his well-developed body despite poverty, and his agile movements.

But if he truly had talent, shouldn’t he have been able to save Prim in this crisis without anyone’s help?

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