The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 37

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 37

 

“Yulberon’s Heart? Is that the name of this flower?”

 

Prim nodded.

 

To be precise, it was a flower called Ferum Rosa, definitely a flower recorded as having gone extinct long ago.

 

Since it had the alias of Yulberon’s Heart, the followers of Yulberon had searched for it with burning eyes but could never find it.

 

Prim recognized this flower not only because she had seen botanical illustrations of it, but more importantly because she had once carried out a commission from the Yulberon Temple to create a perfume using a very small amount of remaining Ferum Rosa Absolute.

 

The unique and sharp rose fragrance from that absolute was something that only existed in Ferum Rosa.

 

“This flower, how is there so much of it here…?”

 

The entire world was filled with silver vines of Ferum Rosa.

 

Prim gently closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

 

Before her eyes, the fragrance of the absolute she had smelled in her past life came to mind.

 

Yulberon’s Archbishop used to look at the very small amount of liquid contained in a dark brown bottle with ecstatic eyes as if it were gold.

 

In her memory, she imagined seeds sprouting and shoots growing from that bottle of absolute. At first, small and smooth young leaves with a deep purple tinge gradually darkened, and the stem became fuller.

 

The thickened stem changed to a silver color that sparkled like silverwork, and the red color of the rose became even deeper.

 

More and more, deeper and deeper.

 

Finally transforming into the rose before her eyes, emitting this deep fragrance.

 

“Ahh…”

 

And Prim’s eyes drew the future of this rose just as much as they had drawn its past.

 

After harvesting all these rose petals, she would immerse them completely in a special solvent. All the special powers of the petals would slowly transfer to the solvent. It was like magic.

 

When this solvent evaporated, it would create a concrete that looked more beautiful than jewels to a perfumer’s eyes. Something like dark red butter containing the essence of the flower.

 

When that concrete was dissolved again in alcohol, only the fragrance, only the soul of this flower would remain.

 

That fragrance would accumulate drop by drop in a brown bottle and gather to become one bottle.

 

At that moment, all thoughts expanded explosively.

 

Until now, Ferum Rosa Absolute had been a fragrance material that could no longer be used.

 

But not anymore. With this special rose fragrance that had the sharpness as if moonlight had been forged…

 

“Is this precious?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

If Yulberon’s Paladins were here, they might weep tears of joy for three days and nights.

 

“It seems like it! It smells good, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Will you use this for perfume too?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Prim reached her hand toward the rose.

 

It would be good if she could use the solvent extraction method. If that didn’t work, should she use the distillation method? Or how about enfleurage, a more ancient method?

 

The thought of carefully placing these bright red petals on snow-white fat made her feel joyful.

 

But her imagination was brief – seeing the cold thorns sharply sprouting, Prim stopped her hand. Startled, Rozien turned and embraced Prim.

 

Due to that reaction, Rozien became closer to the rose, and at that moment, didn’t the rose’s thorns shrink back down?

 

Rozien’s eyes widened. After briefly looking around, he hesitated and then extended one hand. The lush, deep-colored flower clusters approached as if acting coquettishly.

 

“What is… this?”

 

When Rozien raised his head, everything from the low flower buds to the high fully bloomed and even withered petals had approached his side.

 

Rozien took a somewhat uncomfortable step back.

 

“Um, this much might be a little… scary.”

 

At the same time, the rose vines trembled. It seemed as if they were protesting that they hadn’t meant to frighten him.

 

Along with that, a dizzyingly intense rose fragrance bloomed forth. Prim witnessed this amazing sight and slowly inhaled.

 

Roses are fundamentally servants of Yulberon, the god of justice and pride. Prim looked at Rozien’s profile.

 

Even though he seemed flustered by the strange phenomenon, he never loosened the strength in his arms that held her.

 

And just moments ago, in that same position, he had tried to leap toward the rose vines while protecting Prim. Using his own arms and legs as shields, not caring if he was torn by those thorns.

 

Roses bow their heads before justice. So was this Yulberon’s will?

 

Or perhaps…

 

Then a small ball of fluff rolled in from under the rose vines.

 

— Squeak!

 

Only after bumping into Rozien’s foot did it stop and peek its head up. Though it was spotted here and there, it was definitely a fox kit with pure white fur.

 

“What is this now…?”

 

— Squeak! Squeak!

 

With its fluffy tail standing straight up, it glared at the two people as if trying to protect these rose vines.

 

“Rozien, put me down.”

 

“What if it attacks you?”

 

— Squeeak!

 

As if launching a fierce attack in its own way, the fox was grabbing and tearing at Rozien’s pant leg. The roses trembled as if trying to dissuade it, but the small fox didn’t care.

 

— Squeak! Squeak!

 

“It’s okay.”

 

Rozien looked around and, finding a tree trunk to lean against, headed there with the fox kit hanging from one pant leg.

 

He carefully set Prim down on the ground and now tried to catch the fox kit, but the fox kit nimbly leaped up and charged straight at Prim.

 

— Kyaang!

 

Prim succeeded in catching the fox with her hands, but couldn’t prevent the fox kit from charging and biting her fingertips.

 

— Chomp!

 

“You little thing!”

 

Rozien hurriedly tried to pull the fox away, but Prim stopped him.

 

The fox, while firmly biting Prim’s hand, glared fiercely up at Prim, then sniffed the scent from Prim’s hand once.

 

— Gruff.

 

The fox’s eyes widened round and bright. The fox immediately released Prim’s hand and buried its head deep in Prim’s palm.

 

— Whine.

 

After rubbing its head against Prim’s hand for a while, as if sorry for when it had charged and bitten her, it now licked Prim’s wound.

 

Only then did Prim put the fox down and ask a question.

 

“Don’t you have a guardian?”

 

— Squeak?

 

“A mother or father, or any living being that’s bigger and older than you who protects you. Don’t you have any?”

 

The baby fox nodded.

 

“Have you been alone the whole time?”

 

— Squeak.

 

This time it had a proud expression. Its tail also wagged vigorously.

 

Rozien narrowed his eyes.

 

“It’s very suspicious that it understands speech. Isn’t this thing a magical beast?”

 

— Squeeak! Squeak squeak!

 

As if that was unacceptable, the little fox cried out fiercely. Rozien also got somewhat indignant.

 

“If it can understand speech and bit us as soon as it saw us, is that a normal animal? Huh?”

 

— Squeak squeak! Squeeak!

 

The fox hopped around as if stamping its feet.

 

Soon it became completely dejected and licked Prim’s hand, then circled around Rozien’s damp and torn pant leg.

 

— Whiine…

 

Rozien first grabbed the fox by the scruff and lifted it up, then examined Prim’s wound.

 

“Ugh, let’s put ointment on it when we get back.”

 

“Something like this will heal quickly.”

 

“Even if it heals quickly, still. This little fox…”

 

Rozien was only going to scold it, but seeing that pitiful fox’s face, he lost his resolve.

 

Watching the fox and Rozien bicker brought a natural smile to her face.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Prim felt her vision shake as if heat waves were rising before her eyes. Her sight slowly began to spin as if sudden dizziness was washing over her, and her temples started to throb.

 

Prim realized what this was. These were the warning signs of a Time Headache.

 

The fox urgently leaped up and circled around Prim. Rozien rushed over in one bound.

 

“Prim? What’s wrong?”

 

“Ugh!”

 

Finally, a pained groan that couldn’t be suppressed burst from Prim’s lips.

 

Rozien’s face instantly turned pale as he rushed closer.

 

“Prim, are you okay? Where does it hurt? Did it bite you?”

 

— Kiii! Piii!

 

The Silver Fox was in complete panic, hopping around frantically. However, Prim clutched her head and couldn’t even answer.

 

“Your head? Does your head hurt?”

 

Prim could barely register that Rozien in front of her was worried. She needed to tell him she was okay, but no voice would come out.

 

She had anticipated that this headache would strike due to her actions. She had received Varin’s Divine Blessing, saved a life through the guidance of a Miracle, and ultimately found roses that were thought to be extinct forever. However, even knowing it would happen didn’t make the pain any less.

 

A headache like nails being hammered into her temples continued. The intense pain made the scenery before her eyes seem to distort all at once.

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