The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 35

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 35

— Caaaaaaw!

— Caaaaw! Caw!

At the same time, bird cries that seemed to tear at their eardrums came from far in the distance. Rozien whipped his head around.

Beyond the cloudy sky, black dots caught his eye. As those dots drew closer, the cries grew louder too.

Prim immediately recognized their identity. A flock of ravens that coveted fragrances and circled around perfumers.

“Belklen…!”

At that cry, Rozien’s mind snapped to alertness and his actions were swift. He threw away the heavy basket full of stones and quickly wrapped Prim in cloth and lifted her up.

“Let’s go back to the villa!”

However, that attempt was quickly blocked. The speed at which a young human carrying another person could run was no match for the speed of giant ravens flying toward them.

The ravens began landing one by one on the high branches of the silver aspens. The cawing sounds grew closer, beating at their ears.

Prim looked around. Among the silver aspens, the only place to hide was the wild rose vines. Even if they tried to push through the thorns, they wouldn’t be able to get through the tangled vines.

She could feel Rozien’s grip on her tighten.

— Caaaaw!

— Caw…

— Caw caw caw!

The ravens watched the boy and girl, rotating their eyes in all directions. As more and more landed, blocking out the sky, it grew darker and darker.

— Cak cak cak!

— Cak cak cak!

— Cak cak cak!

— Cak cak cak!

In the forest shadowed by wings, the ravens’ cries echoed.

The sound of beaks clashing rang out with sharp cracks. Every hair on their bodies stood on end.

They had no weapons, couldn’t wait for help, and had nowhere to run.

Then Prim suddenly pushed Rozien away. The moment Rozien, caught off guard, lost his grip on Prim, she fell to the ground.

Crash!

“Prim! Are you okay?!”

But Prim couldn’t answer, hastily wiping at her feet with her hands. When she fell, she had stepped down and thorns had sprouted, leaving her feet bloody. After rubbing the blood into the dirt, she covered herself with the cloth that had wrapped her.

And on top of that, she placed the stone she had been clutching even in this chaos and sprinkled the fragrant oil she had brought.

It was the fragrance meant for Luciano, but this was no time to be picky.

Over the mineral scent the stone carried and the sharp morning air fragrance, a scent like clean laundry warmed by gentle sunlight mixed in, creating a fragrance like greeting the morning sun from a soft bed.

In an instant, this dim forest transformed into a bedroom filled with sunlight.

A strong wind blew through the Silver Aspen Forest, spreading the fragrance as the ravens fluttered.

At that moment, Prim spoke.

“Varin!”

And immediately the god’s voice was heard.

— Good heavens, good heavens! What is this! What are those stupid Yulberon’s knights doing! They can’t even drive away those black, ominous birds!

“Varin, I offer you this fragrance! Please grant me a blessing!”

— Wh-what blessing? What do you need?

“A blessing to drive away the Belklen and protect Rozien…!”

Prim thought Varin would immediately grant something, but suddenly Varin’s voice grew quiet.

— No, that alone won’t do. You too, if you’re not safe!

“Pardon?”

Varin suppressed the urge to shout ‘Why did I even make her regress!’ and drew out the blessing he could bestow upon this fragrance.

— Borrowing the power of Noxrak of chaos, good fortune to adventurers who drive away misfortune and explore unknown paths!

“Pardon?”

But before she could question it further, light descended.

Even the empty bottle that had contained the fragrant oil became clear and clean in an instant.

Prim was dumbfounded by the completely unexpected blessing, but grabbed the stone for now.

The front was completely blocked by rose vines and the back had Belklen charging at them—where exactly was this unknown path that warranted such a blessing?

‘No, surely he wouldn’t give such a blessing telling us to die in this situation.’

“Prim, what is this now…”

— Caw, caw, caw!

— Caw, caw, caw!

The ravens’ cries grew fierce. Rozien hastily wrapped Prim up and lifted her again.

At the same time, the stone in Prim’s hand floated into the air and a beam of light pointed the way. Toward the rose vines that looked so densely packed they seemed dark.

Rozien swallowed dryly.

“Surely we’re not supposed to go that way?”

“…”

If they pushed through those rose thorn vines, their clothes and skin would be torn to shreds, making the red of the roses even more vivid.

“Haha, I guess you have to overcome the trials sent by god to become a knight. Right?”

“…Sorry.”

“The only thing you need to apologize for is pushing me and jumping down!”

Rozien grumbled, then wrapped even Prim’s head with the cloth and ran straight toward the rose vines.

And as if they had been waiting for them to move, the Belklen began flying fiercely after them.

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“What is happening!”

Luciano cried out in panic.

In the sky, giant raven monsters that could never be mistaken for ordinary ravens circled around, targeting those below.

Luciano grabbed the orphans he could see, tucking them under both arms, and hastily took refuge inside the manor.

“Waaaah!”

“Huuuuh!”

The cries of frightened children echoed loud enough to shake the villa. The sound of glass windows breaking as Belklen attacked rang out sharply.

“Oh god, I mean Varin, just because I bought a recommendation letter with money, how can you give me such trials! Curresen, Curresen! Please take your servant away! Aaaah, knights! Knights! Oh, Yulberon! Send your knights, and I will make donations!”

“Oh, brother!”

Sebardo hurried over and pushed the children into the dining hall.

“What about the others?”

“I brought in everyone I could see, but ah, ah! My carriage! Oh no, those things!”

Sebardo grabbed Luciano by the scruff of his neck as he tried to run back out after seeing his carriage being attacked, threw him to his coachman—who shouted ‘Young master, have you gone mad!’—and drew his sword.

Inquisitors were also the finest monster hunters. Wherever there were real heretics, monsters always swarmed.

‘That damned baron! I should have executed him before sending him to Luminoxia Aila!’

Grinding his teeth while thinking of Baron Corvus, Sebardo drew his sword. The other Inquisitors who came with him also simultaneously took up swords, spears, bows and other weapons.

“Sebardo, what shall we do!”

They too were knights who had been through all kinds of battles. They couldn’t help but know this was no ordinary situation.

As Sebardo nodded, they pulled small glass bottles from their pockets with their other hands. They were small bottles about the size of two fingers. Inside the transparent bottles that seemed not to exist in this world, clear golden liquid swirled.

They broke the glass bottles against their weapons, spilling the fragrant oil contained within.

At that moment, it felt as if they had ridden horses into some deep forest of the royal court, into a rose garden someone secretly tended.

The thick, sweet, humid fragrance from agarwood resin clawed by monsters was strange, as if it came from leather harnesses of horses charging out of stables, or perhaps from moss in an ancient forest, and the rose fragrance extracted from red roses that Yulberon’s believers had preciously cultivated long ago was dizzyingly sensual, sharp, and deep.

This fragrance, created long ago by a believer of Yulberon and offered to the god, was called ‘Oath of the Iron Rose’ and was a blessing that had sharpened the swords of Holy Knights for generations.

However, little of that fragrance remained now. The special roses that went into this fragrance had disappeared from the earth, making it impossible to create more.

Because of this, even Holy Knights were using extremely diluted versions of bases made long ago.

“Yulberon, grant us eyes to see justice and courage to root out evil!”

“Eyes to see justice and courage to root out evil!”

“Eyes to see justice and courage to root out evil!”

At the same time, even the remnants of the glass bottle disappeared. The fragrance containing the divine blessing had completely permeated the weapons and armor.

“Let’s go!”

The crows were circling in the sky like eagles.

“This is the first time I’ve seen so many Belklen.”

“To think the Retemore Temple has been cursing about how terrible the fragrance Baron Corvus gave them all this time….”

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