The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 26

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 26

When Sebardo appeared, everything was resolved in an instant. Rozien couldn’t forget the feeling from that moment.

All at once, his entire heart collapsed with relief. He was alive, he felt reassured that Prim was safe. And at the same time, he thought.

If it hadn’t been for him, for them, he wouldn’t have been able to protect Prim.

What kind of talent is this supposed to be?

Even when Prim suddenly coughed up blood, shedding tears in pain and fainting, he couldn’t do anything. It was those Inquisitors who called for the healer.

He thought the two of them could somehow manage together. That if problems arose, he could carry Prim on his back anywhere, anytime, and somehow make it work after that.

But when facing the Baron with just a staff in hand, Rozien felt as if the ground was shaking, and when Prim coughed up blood and collapsed, it felt like the sky was falling.

The thought that they’d be fine even if young and poor, even if barely able to put a piece of hard bread in their mouths, that they could somehow handle anything even with the curse on Prim’s legs – it was all a huge delusion.

There was nothing he could do when Prim was in pain right before his eyes, and no way to escape when unfamiliar malice crashed over them like a tsunami.

Without greater power.

Without greater power…

“Rozien.”

“…Yeah.”

“Did you hear? I got a perfume laboratory. That amazing perfume laboratory.”

“…”

“So you’re going to become a knight. I’ll spray blessed fragrance for you. It was a bit weak this time, but next time will be different.”

“…”

Rozien moved his lips as if he had much to say.

“…I…”

“Hmm?”

Rozien swallowed the words he was about to say.

It was something he usually said without much thought, but somehow now it was difficult to bring up those words.

Forever, anywhere, I’ll carry you to all the places you want to go. If you don’t want to go anywhere, I’ll bring the whole world to you.

But he couldn’t say those words. How could he shamelessly spout such things when he had already failed to protect her properly? Even now, he couldn’t bear the shame.

Saying he hadn’t fully grown yet, that he didn’t yet possess the same strength as the knights – such words couldn’t even serve as excuses.

They had lived in a world where words alone could protect nothing.

“…Sorry.”

“Suddenly? For what?”

Prim tilted her head and blinked, looking completely puzzled. Rozien quietly gazed at those pale green eyes before lowering his head.

“Sorry.”

“For what exactly?”

Prim pouted her lips, looking completely bewildered.

Rozien knew that expression. Whenever Prim accidentally stepped on the ground and the curse flared up, when he heard Prim’s involuntary groan and quickly lifted her up, she would always make exactly that face when looking at his expression.

With cold sweat beading on her face from pain, saying it was nothing, that it didn’t hurt much…

That’s why Rozien sometimes grabbed rose vines with his bare hands. To never forget what kind of pain Prim felt.

When the thorns pierced his palms and drew blood, an involuntary scream-like groan would burst out.

And tears along with it.

How can you endure and bear this pain? How can you say this is okay, how can you possibly say it’s okay…

It’s not okay.

Nothing about it is okay.

“…You’re going to take the perfumer exam, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go together. I’ll carry you.”

“Yeah.”

Prim nodded. Rozien felt faintly relieved seeing her matter-of-fact nod.

“And let’s not go to strange people anymore.”

“I said I’d be back soon. And I actually was.”

“I’m saying don’t go in the first place!”

“There won’t be occasions like that anymore. Would the Priest send us for adoption somewhere? And there’s no need for that anyway. We have the villa now.”

“You never know. They might suddenly say we need this, we need that, and then decide to go somewhere.”

“I won’t. And I want to ride the swing now.”

“Ugh! What swing is there here!”

“There isn’t one?”

“…Actually, I made one.”

Even though Rozien clearly knew Prim was changing the subject, he couldn’t say anything more.

Instead, he hurriedly explained the situation to the healer who was waiting outside. The healer seemed to shake his head a few times, but eventually gave permission.

“Hey, Prim. It’s because it’s me that I’m being so considerate of you. You know that?”

“I know, I know.”

“You know nothing! You don’t understand at all.”

“I know, I know.”

Prim repeatedly said she knew, then gently touched his hair that was starting to show hints of red.

“Rozien.”

“Yeah.”

Rozien adjusted his hold on Prim and answered casually. As if they hadn’t just been bickering.

“Prim? Why did you call me?”

You don’t need to make swings anymore.

Instead of a swing for me, make something else for yourself.

Prim was about to say those words but stopped and just leaned against Rozien’s back.

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Bianna wasn’t shocked at all to learn that she hadn’t even been properly registered.

Perhaps she had sensed it from some point. During those days when her adoptive parents scolded her, when she noticed Prim desperately trying to steal their attention away and pretended not to see.

All of that child’s actions were attempts to redirect the blade held in her adoptive parents’ hands.

Why did Prim do such things?

Even though they weren’t close, even though she didn’t like her.

But seeing the Baron chasing Prim and Rozien with a demonic expression, she found herself moving without realizing it.

When they looked at her with those faces, raising their hands and voices, she couldn’t move a muscle, but when she threw her whole body against the butler and opened the door with all her strength, she didn’t even notice it was difficult.

“Aren’t you grateful or even curious about why I helped you?”

Bianna stood behind Prim, who was sitting on the swing, and asked. It was while Rozien had run off to get something to cover her, saying the wind had gotten cold.

Bianna expected Prim to be startled by her sudden question, but this child replied calmly without any such reaction.

“Mm… Thank you. But I saved you too.”

“…!”

“I rescued you about six times, right?”

Bianna flared up but barely managed to keep her mouth shut. If Rozien heard the commotion and came running, he would obviously take Prim’s side.

“Y-you were counting that? You’re unexpectedly petty…”

“Because I made six fragrances.”

“…”

Bianna closed her mouth. She had helped twice. Since she owed four more times, she had brought up the topic for nothing.

Prim looked back at Bianna over her shoulder and said bluntly.

“I told you not to come for adoption.”

Finally, Bianna exploded.

“Just from hearing those words, how was I supposed to know that’s what you meant?!”

“Fool.”

“Then why did you go when you knew that!”

“Because I was worried you might go.”

“Since when have you ever looked out for me like that!”

“Even if I haven’t looked out for you, even if I don’t particularly like you, I can’t just leave you to die. And I was also interested in the perfume laboratory.”

Bianna somehow felt deflated.

Why was she talking about the perfume laboratory here and now? Was she trying to be considerate in case Bianna felt burdened?

No, Prim wasn’t even that interested. That was just her honest intention.

I don’t particularly like you, but I can’t just leave you to die either. And I needed the perfume laboratory too.

Literally, nothing more and nothing less. Somehow, she felt like she was finally starting to understand Prim a little.

“…Then you must be happy to have a perfume laboratory?”

“Yeah.”

Prim nodded briefly. Bianna glanced at Prim for no reason. What was so pretty about a kid like this?

“What are you going to do with this manor?”

“I’m planning to move the orphanage here.”

“The orphanage? Here? All the children?”

Bianna’s eyes widened.

“What kind of foolish thing is that!”

Even though it was a villa where corpses had been found in the backyard, it was still a villa where nobles had lived. For an orphan who had never even had her own room, that big house held great meaning in itself.

And she was going to donate the whole thing to the orphanage.

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