The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 27

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 27

However, Prim counted on her fingers as she spoke.

“It’s hard for me to keep living here alone. All the servants are gone too. I only need the perfume laboratory, and since there are many rooms here, everyone can have their own room.”

Bianna couldn’t understand it at all, but she gave up on getting angry any further.

Prim also didn’t bother to mention that doing the countless things needed to manage the manor would be difficult with the labels of a ten-year-old orphan and adopted daughter of heretics.

“But are you really going to become a perfumer…?”

At Bianna’s question, Prim gazed at Rozien’s silhouette visible in the distance and said.

“Yes, I’m going to become a perfumer.”

I will definitely fix this regression.

I’ll give him everything Rozien could have had.

“I see…”

Bianna looked at Prim quietly with a vague expression.

She knew this child had talent. Everyone already knew that all those fragrances the baron had been blessed with were actually perfumes created by Prim.

Even Yulberon’s Inquisitors witnessed Prim’s talent and couldn’t hide their shock.

And from her own experience, the fragrances Prim created were truly beautiful.

Some fragrances gave the feeling of dancing in the middle of a palace, while others felt like walking through a garden filled with very precious and mysterious flowers.

“But you can’t walk. To take the perfumer exam, you’d have to leave the territory…”

Bianna’s words weren’t sarcasm or a curse, but pure concern.

For the first time, Prim smiled brightly while looking at Bianna.

“I’ll break that curse too. That’s why I needed the perfume laboratory.”

And by breaking that curse, I’ll also release the bonds placed on Rozien.

Bianna glanced at Prim, who somehow felt much more mature than herself, then quickly said.

“I, I’ve also decided what I’m going to do.”

“What are you going to do?”

Though she knew Prim had no interest in her dreams and future, Bianna couldn’t stop herself from speaking.

“I’m going to do floriculture.”

“…You’re going to grow flowers?”

“Yes. Anyway, the orphanage has land, so I’ll start by buying flower seeds.”

“It’s hard work. You have to keep tilling the field, even if you plant seeds they might not grow well, and fertilizer is difficult to handle…”

“I’ll still do it!”

Bianna shouted loudly.

Prim blinked in surprise and looked at Bianna. Bianna’s face gradually turned red.

Rozien, who had been walking from afar with a blanket draped over his arm, saw both Prim and Bianna together and began running over urgently. Bianna, who had been looking back and forth between Rozien and Prim, quickly turned around and ran away.

“What? What were you talking about? Did Bianna perhaps…”

Rozien, who knew about Bianna’s history of being spiteful, asked cautiously. Prim waved her hand.

“Bianna says she wants to do floriculture later. So she’s going to start by planting and growing flower seeds.”

“Suddenly?”

“Yes, since this manor has a garden, I’m thinking of telling her to plant some there too.”

Prim nodded while thinking of several fragrance materials she often used. Rozien didn’t understand why such a topic came up out of nowhere, but just shrugged his shoulders once.

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“Thank you so much, Inquisitor.”

The Marseria Priest stood beside Sebardo with a haggard face, having lost weight from crying too much.

The funeral for the children sacrificed by Baron and Baroness Corvus was almost finished.

After finishing his prayer, Sebardo shook his head with a regretful expression.

“No, I only did what had to be done. I’m glad the children are safe.”

“How could such cruel people exist? I thought it was a bit strange, but still…”

The Marseria Priest swallowed his words of self-blame.

Even if adopted children suffered some bullying or got hurt by thoughtless words, wouldn’t being adopted by nobles still be better than growing up in such a poor orphanage?

Who could have imagined that they were crazy enough to sacrifice people to make fragrances and obtain blessings with those fragrances?

Fortunately, they could save Prim and Bianna, and could also prevent future evil, but the children who had already been sacrificed…

“How could failing to perceive hidden evil be a sin?”

The Marseria Priest forced a smile.

For ordinary people, being deceived wouldn’t be a sin, but for someone who had sworn to protect children and follow the divine, how could failing to notice evil not be a sin?

Sebardo stopped the unnecessary comfort that no one wanted and brought up the main topic.

“Hmm, I heard that Prim is going to take the perfumer exam. Is that true?”

“Ah! Yes, that’s right. Varin has guided the way…”

At the words “Varin has,” Sebardo slightly pursed his lips.

The closest temple to that villa was only the Temple of Varin, which was barely managing just one orphanage—honestly, it was Sebardo’s first time even seeing a Temple of Varin. A small place without Inquisitors or Holy Knights, not even other assistant priests.

“That child has quite considerable talent.”

“Is that so?”

The Marseria Priest showed a very pleased expression. It was as if he had heard praise that his own child was a good kid.

However, Sebardo felt a strange sense of guilt.

Was it okay to express that as merely “considerable talent”?

All the fragrances created at such a young age had received divine blessings. Though it wasn’t clearly revealed now due to the baron’s schemes, there had never been a precedent of any perfumer receiving divine blessings without a single failure.

Moreover, to achieve such results while walking a tightrope between abuse and anxiety in such poor conditions.

“The perfumer exam will be held in Castellanza. How are you planning to get there?”

“Ah, we were going to rent a carriage.”

“…Just the two of you?”

“We’ll hire mercenaries too. Two or three should be fine, right?”

Marseria readily shared his plan. Sebardo looked around the Temple Orphanage, unable to hide its poverty, and said.

“Would you like to travel together? We also pass through Castellanza on our way back.”

Though there might be competition between colleagues, they also help each other. She serves Varin, and he serves Yulberon, but aren’t they all gods under Aiser and Noxrak?

“Pardon?”

The Marseria Priest brightened up, then composed his expression.

“We couldn’t impose such a burden.”

“It’s not a burden.”

Of course not. Sebardo thought of the divine voice that had sent them here.

He wasn’t so dull as to not notice that it wasn’t simply because the divine regretted that talent being extinguished.

“Actually, there’s one more thing I’d like to propose.”

“Yes?”

Sebardo almost burst out laughing after instantly reading Marseria’s expression.

That bewildered look wondering if there could possibly be anything to propose to a temple that had nothing left to eat or survive on.

Well, it was indeed the most shocking temple situation he had ever seen.

“It’s about Rozien.”

“Rozien…?”

Sebardo thought of the broken stick he had brought with him.

Though the little ones couldn’t have thought about it, a weapon touched by a fragrance that had received a divine ‘Direct Blessing’ was itself a small Sacred Relic.

In other words, that stick, which was a broom handle, had temporarily become a Sacred Relic. It even had bloodstains from the boy’s hands.

“That boy seems to have talent too.”

“Rozien’s talent… you mean?”

“What talent could I speak of? I’m not even a perfumer.”

Inquisitors are basically all Holy Knights belonging to temples.

“He has the makings to grow into a knight.”

The Marseria Priest’s eyes widened greatly.

Sebardo recalled the boy’s behavior of protecting and holding Prim, and smiled slightly.

A body that had grown like a lion cub even in these impoverished circumstances, a will that would never back down when faced with something he had decided to protect, and the boy’s extraordinary sense that had finally realized that will.

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