The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 32

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 32

Besides, if this child shows even a little potential, it wouldn’t be impossible to sponsor her. At least he could spend as much as he was planning to use to buy a recommendation letter, couldn’t he?

“I understand.”

“Hmm, can you really do it?”

“Yes.”

Prim nodded calmly.

Luciano thought things would work out well either way. He wasn’t expecting a truly useful fragrance right away.

If that child brought back a decent fragrance, then he would have discovered a promising talent as a perfumer worth sponsoring, and if what she brought was a mess, he could just persuade the Marseria Priest to sell the recommendation letter to him instead, couldn’t he?

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Bianna thought the only place Prim and Rozien could be was the perfume laboratory, but seeing the two of them actually inside the perfume laboratory made her pout for no reason.

Through the crack in the door, Rozien was taking out whatever Prim pointed to while occasionally rolling his eyes to observe Prim’s expressions.

He wanted to know whether that child was in a good mood or bad mood, and if good, why she was happy, and if bad, what was bothering her, and how he could make her even happier.

‘Isn’t getting cursed once a pretty profitable deal?’

Having someone carry you when you can’t walk, do everything you want with just a gesture, and always worry about your mood and try to make you happy…

Bianna stopped thinking. When it came to Prim, thinking too long was always a losing proposition.

Instead, Bianna flung open the perfume laboratory door.

“Huh? Bianna? What’s wrong?”

Rozien asked, setting down a fragrance bottle. Bianna glared at him.

“Can’t I come here without having business?”

Rozien laughed.

“You never came without having something to do.”

“At least welcome me before saying anything.”

“I always welcome you. As long as you don’t cause trouble.”

For a moment, Bianna’s cheeks reddened slightly. She remembered pushing Prim during the Baron Corvus adoption incident.

“I-I said I won’t do that anymore…”

“So what’s the matter?”

“That knight guy was looking for you.”

“Me? Not Prim?”

Rozien looked back at Prim in front of the perfume organ as he asked.

Bianna felt a bit like being sarcastic. Is Prim the center of your entire world? Why would those knights look for Prim when she can’t even walk?

However, she couldn’t say anything and just answered.

“…Yeah, you, Rozien.”

“Why?”

The Yulberon Inquisitors were still staying at this villa.

Not only for Baron Corvus’s escort and the victims’ funerals, inheritance issues, but also to accompany them to Castellanza for Prim’s Perfumer Qualification Exam.

“I don’t know. He was just looking around for you desperately.”

“Right now…”

Rozien looked at the fragrance shelf with a troubled expression. He looked like he was wondering what to do since he was busy helping Prim right now.

Bianna wanted to scream in disbelief.

How could helping Prim right now be more important than meeting with the knights!

Bianna had astutely noticed that they held some kind of favor toward Rozien. If Rozien made a good impression on those knights, who knew what good things might come of it?

Then, as if understanding Bianna’s feelings, Prim pushed Rozien away.

“Rozien, go quickly.”

“But you can’t reach the high places.”

“Bianna will help me. Right, Bianna?”

Prim looked at Bianna with an innocent face. Bianna’s mouth fell open.

“What? Me?”

“Yeah. You promised to listen to me well, Bianna.”

“No, that was when I was going to be adopted here! And that all fell through, so why…”

Bianna was about to snap back but closed her mouth. It was because she saw Rozien about to sit back down to help Prim, as if he had no choice.

“Sigh, I can help her, can’t I. …Rozien, you go quickly. Those people might give you something. Go get some orphanage support funds or something!”

Rozien thought that was unlikely as he scratched the back of his head and looked at Prim.

Only after Prim nodded about three more times did Rozien leave the perfume laboratory, adding that he was counting on Bianna.

After Rozien left, Bianna glanced at the things placed on the table in front of Prim. The smell of raw fragrance materials felt more pungently strong and nose-stinging than beautiful.

“What are you making now?”

“Something Uncle Luciano needs. I’m trying to make it feel refreshing.”

In fact, obtaining the ‘intended blessing’ directly was nothing short of a miracle in itself.

Unless it was a god as desperate as Varin, naturally gods bestowed blessings as they pleased.

But it was possible to guide the direction to some extent.

‘Because you just need to make a fragrance that evokes that feeling.’

“Hmm, how much did you agree to get paid?”

“Huh?”

Prim was writing down a few more fragrance materials to use in the perfume when she tilted her head.

“You said you agreed to make that and sell it to the merchant guild, right? How much did you agree to get paid?”

“Ah…”

Prim was about to say that she hadn’t decided exactly how much to get paid, but Bianna was faster at reading Prim’s expression.

“You have to decide these things in advance! Merchants all have their eyes red trying to rip people off, and you’re being so naive!”

“It’s fine.”

Luciano probably thought it would be fortunate if what Prim brought was just some fragrant oil that a child had fumbled around making, but Prim thought differently.

It’s impossible to rip off a ‘fragrance blessed by a god.’ Because the gods are watching.

“What do you mean it’s fine!”

“If he doesn’t pay properly… I can just take it myself.”

“…?”

“I can just bring the money.”

“So how exactly would you do that?”

Prim shrugged.

He had come in a carriage and that carriage had money loaded in it, so what would prevent her from secretly taking some?

Rozien and she had always lived a life of taking for themselves the payment they didn’t receive. If lock picking was Prim’s specialty, then Rozien’s specialty was stretching out his long arms to snatch target objects.

Of course, since Luciano Valderia had become a great merchant through his sharp eyes and calculations, he would surely pay properly. Before they had to calculate it themselves.

Knowing this was why she had proposed to make the fragrance first.

“More importantly, please take out some bergamot from over there.”

“Ber… what? Bergamot?”

“Yeah.”

Bianna fumbled to read the letters and brought over a bottle.

When the lid was opened, the fresh and bitter scent of fruit that had grown under the sun for a long time in warm regions spread out nose-tinglingly.

It seemed to be a fragrance material extracted when the fruit was still green and slightly unripe. And rather clumsily at that.

But even within that, Prim could picture the scene of hastily harvesting still small fruits, and the bitter taste of liquid spurting up as the peel was crushed when cutting the fruit.

“Ugh, what can you make with this?”

“Hmm… a fragrance that refreshingly awakens the morning.”

Until this completed fragrance receives the gods’ blessing, it would just be that.

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“Kid, you said your name was Rozien, right?”

Sebardo said, looking down at the boy who was lying sprawled on the ground.

The sweat-soaked boy, Rozien, was heaving his back up and down as he gasped for breath. Compared to Sebardo who looked refreshed as if he had just taken a light jog, Rozien looked as if he had raced with a lion.

‘Was he frustrated from being in the countryside? Does he need someone to beat up?’

Rozien grumbled inwardly while panting heavily.

‘That bastard Bianna, telling me to accept whatever it is! I shouldn’t have rushed over here!’

After gasping for his lacking breath for a while, Rozien rolled over and finally answered.

“Yes.”

“You’re quite skilled. You have talent. How about it, would you like to learn more under me?”

Sebardo said while suppressing his boiling blood as much as possible. Praying to God that his voice wouldn’t tremble.

Rozien, who didn’t notice that sign, raised his eyebrows while still panting. After tormenting him like beating him up, now he’s telling him to learn something?

“What, what would I learn?”

“Swordsmanship.”

At that moment, Rozien’s eyes widened.

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