The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 29

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 29

Prim’s plan was as follows.

First, safely drive away Baron and Baroness Corvus, completely take control of the perfume laboratory, then create fragrances to offer to the gods and receive blessings to break her curse.

Usually such blessings are given randomly according to the god’s whim, but if one wishes strongly enough, they sometimes grant the needed blessing.

Each god has their specialized field, but cursing or breaking curses is something any god can do to some extent.

Her curse couldn’t be broken not because it was too deep or vicious, but because too much time had passed. Just as wounds that go untreated for too long fester, scar, and leave aftereffects, curses too become impossible to shake off if the timing is missed.

Conversely, this curse could have been broken easily enough without tremendous power, if only the timing hadn’t been too late.

Even if it was a blessing from Varin, who wasn’t specialized in breaking curses.

Rather, Varin would be a better choice since he would definitely grant her a blessing for her sake.

— No, no! What if even a little bit of the curse remains?

“I’ll make the incense as well as possible to receive a great blessing…”

If she offered good incense, the god’s power would grow stronger, so wouldn’t the blessing they grant also become greater?

— That’s nonsense! Humans are so fragile that even a small splinter under their foot prevents them from walking far!

“It’s fine…”

— Curresen is already waiting for your fragrance!

“What? How… how did that happen?”

How could a god she’d never once prayed to know about her and be waiting for her fragrance?

— Well… I may have dropped a hint. How about it, can you feel this Varin’s love?

While Prim just stared at the mist for a moment, Varin, feeling guilty, burst out loudly.

— Fine, yes! I bragged a little. But lily of the valley, how could I not boast about this? That proud Yulberon smelled your fragrance and whipped his Holy Knights to send them out, and he’s so envious of you he doesn’t know what to do with himself!

“Ah.”

— Then that bastard Curresen snorted with laughter…

“I see.”

Prim could understand now. Since Curresen had mocked him, Varin couldn’t stand it with his temperament, and probably threatened that Prim would offer a fragrance so he better not faint.

— So, so you absolutely must humble that bastard’s pride. You can do it. You know that, right? Among all the countless fragrances you’ve made, there were quite a few that shook that Curresen! If you just present one of those, that bastard will be completely overwhelmed!

Prim narrowed her eyes. She could guess what had happened, but she didn’t feel like glaring at Varin.

Right up until she regressed, she herself had never offered fragrances to Varin.

Even when she offered fragrance to Varin as she died, if you examined the essence of it, it was closer to discarding it rather than truly offering it to a god.

So before and after her, Varin had never tasted fragrances offered by believers for a long time, and he got excited and bragged a little – how could that be something to blame him for?

“No. I’ll follow your words.”

— It’s all for your own good, my lily of the valley. Really.

“Of course.”

— No, really.

“Yes, really.”

— I’m serious, you know?

“I know, okay?”

— …

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Varin felt his vision gradually blurring as Prim departed.

The god’s face, which Prim couldn’t see, was graceful as if carved from crystal and sparkled beautifully as if moonlight had been sprinkled over it.

He was lying submerged in darkness when he suddenly caught the approaching brilliant rose fragrance and narrowed his eyes.

— Oh, Varin! Were you here? I’m so relieved those children are safe.

Yulberon’s face, always arrogant and stern, looked a little different today.

— Hmph.

Varin turned away slightly.

They hadn’t spoken a word to each other in the past hundred years or so, but the reason for suddenly acting friendly was obvious.

— Did that child offer incense again? It really has such a beautiful fragrance. It’s a bit different from the incense I blessed. This is also truly special.

— You receive offerings of all sorts of things, not just fragrances.

Yulberon was adorned in all kinds of brilliant attire, all of which had been offered by his believers.

Right now, he himself was not much different from being naked in human terms.

— Oh, Varin. You know too. These things are certainly very pleasing, but what’s most important above all else is fragrance.

— Well, that’s true.

That’s why even Yulberon in his luxurious attire had come running breathlessly. Wanting Prim’s new fragrance.

‘Yes, my turn won’t be long either!’

Varin clenched his fist tightly while flicking his tongue when Yulberon wasn’t looking.

The fragrance Prim had offered as she was dying had been more than enough to illuminate the entire Divine Realm. It was like a gold mine falling into a beggar’s hands.

Though the memory had now disappeared from everyone, the sight of everyone’s shock at that time was still vivid to Varin.

And Varin had made the choice that only a beggar holding a gold mine could make.

A massive gamble putting it all in one place!

If you gathered everything that renowned gods had received as offerings over long years, it might be possible to make one person regress.

But they would never dare to do such a thing.

How would they choose that one person to send back?

And what about the offerings they might lose by going back to the past?

Unlike them, who had hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of believers to share gold fragments with when a gold mine appeared, he had only one.

At that time, Varin had grasped the overflowing power he was tasting after so long and thought at lightning speed.

If this lily of the valley just stayed alive, how many fragrances would she offer in the future?

If she regressed, how many great fragrances could she make from the beginning?

What if she had to offer them all to me?

He had told Prim there were two choices, but actually there were three.

One, save Rozien.

Two, turn back time to the past.

And the third option.

Save Prim, who was dying after inhaling this fragrance.

Actually, what Varin wanted most was the third option.

But if he saved Prim, who had given up everything because her partner died, would she return to perfumery and offer fragrances again?

Varin thought not.

Then what if he let Prim die and saved Rozien instead?

It was hard to gauge how much that man would offer to him. He had died not for a god, but solely for Prim.

Then the power gained from the fragrance Prim offered for the first and last time would soon run out, and since Prim was dead and could never offer fragrances to Varin again, he’d return to his original state.

A disappearing god with no one left to believe in and follow him, possessing no power.

It would be nice if he could save both, but he lacked the power for that. Reviving a human who died without even leaving a corpse was comparable to turning back time. And it was also slightly insufficient power to completely reverse time.

So Varin bet everything on one thing.

First, turn back time. Then, a human who had once tasted what they desired would do their best not to lose it. He even hid that option in case she might refuse to regress.

— But why did you leave the blessing to break the curse to Curresen? You can do it too. Or I could do it.

Varin pushed Yulberon away. Yulberon’s words “you can do it too” were just lip service, and his true intention was probably “I could do it.”

— Because Curresen is better at breaking that kind of curse than you or me!

— Is that curse even something that requires being good or bad at breaking?

Varin also knew it was a trivial curse. How strong could a curse be that was prepared by those among humans who couldn’t even properly wish for their own well-being and only sought to harm others?

Even in her past life, if it hadn’t been too late, Prim would have easily gained her freedom.

— Still, just in case.

Humans are sometimes so fragile they die from being pricked by rose thorns.

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