The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 38

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 38

 

Tears fell on their own, dripping down. The small fox circled around Prim, getting drenched by her tears like rain.

 

The agony shook and gripped Prim’s small body like endless waves threatening to break her. She thought she could hear Rozien saying something by her ear, but she couldn’t understand it at all.

 

Would biting her tongue make this pain better? Wouldn’t it be better if an arm or leg broke instead?

 

When Prim thought that far, all this pain suddenly disappeared.

 

A strange sensation came over her, as if the stones pressing down on her had vanished all at once, making her body feel light and expanded while she herself seemed to become thin.

 

After the pain that had made it impossible to even breathe ended, she finally gasped for air and opened her eyes. Dim light spread over her eyes. Gradually, the scenery before her became distinguishable.

 

“Rozien…?”

 

“Ah, Prim! Are you okay now? Does it still hurt?”

 

“No…”

 

The fatigue, exhaustion, and sense of liberation felt when pain had just stopped seeped through her faded soul and enveloped her body.

 

Prim stared blankly at Rozien’s face and suddenly asked.

 

“Rozien…? Were you in pain too?”

 

Rozien’s face was also soaked in a mess. However, completely unaware of this fact, Rozien shot back roughly.

 

“How could I be in pain! It’s you! You were the one in pain! What happened? What is it, why are you like this? Huh? How could you suddenly be in such pain? The healer clearly said there was no illness, so why…”

 

Looking up at that face, Prim belatedly noticed that Rozien’s sleeve was completely torn. She had ripped it while suffering from the pain.

 

Prim chose her words.

 

There were still many things that needed to be changed. There would be many days when she’d have to endure this pain.

 

“Sometimes… people sometimes get headaches when they have a lot of worries.”

 

“What kind of headache from worries is that!”

 

Rozien shouted, then took a deep breath, turned his head, and wiped away the tears that had wet his face.

 

Looking at that face, Prim instinctively knew that something very big had changed again this time.

 

It wasn’t just discovering the Ferum Rosa. Something else had definitely changed more. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a headache this severe.

 

After wiping his face clean, Rozien spoke again.

 

“Let’s call another healer when we get out of here.”

 

It would be useless no matter who they called—they’d only say she was fine—but Prim just nodded without bothering to reply.

 

— Kii, kii.

 

The silver fox’s eyes also became teary as it snuggled under Prim’s feet.

 

“But I’m really okay now. I got better.”

 

“What do you mean you got better…”

 

Rozien roughly wiped his own face with his torn sleeve, while gently cleaning Prim’s face with a handkerchief he took from his pocket.

 

Though slightly faded and worn, the fabric that had turned white from frequent washing had a savory scent like freshly baked bread.

 

It was a handkerchief she hadn’t seen in a long time. When she became wealthy and he also reigned as lord of the dark cave, neither of them used such old cotton handkerchiefs.

 

Prim felt somewhat nostalgic and leaned her cheek against the handkerchief.

 

Meanwhile, the silver fox that had been hiding under Prim’s legs poked its head out and hopped around.

 

The real Rozien looked at the fox once, then gazed at the surrounding rose vines.

 

“We’re not going to do anything to the roses. So don’t worry…”

 

— Ppi ppi! Ppii!

 

This time the rose vines shook violently as if hit by a storm. It seemed like they were deeply worried that Rozien and Prim might leave as they were.

 

Pushed by that pressure, the fox frantically circled around Rozien. Rozien was flustered.

 

“What, what do you want me to do?”

 

“Hmm, maybe they want us to pick some roses?”

 

— Ppi! Ppii!

 

The fox frantically nodded. Rozien looked back and forth between the roses and the silver fox in amazement.

 

“Even if you say that… how can I pick roses with bare hands?”

 

— Ppii…

 

“I’ll come again next time. I can take them then, right? Well, that’s if we safely get out of here first.”

 

Momentarily forgotten due to the various sudden events, they were currently being chased by the demon beast Belklen.

 

Until now, the rose tunnel had protected them, but…

 

— Ppi!

 

Then the fox proudly lifted its chin. Its stiff tail shot up, pointing to another path. It seemed to be telling them to follow.

 

Prim raised her head to look at the sky. Belklen’s evil howls that had grown distant could no longer be heard. Even though demon beasts never stop pursuing once they set a target.

 

‘Did the Yulberon Inquisitors finish monster hunting?’

 

With that thought, rose petals began to fall.

 

“Huh?”

 

While the startled Prim blinked, Rozien hurriedly took off the cotton vest he was wearing and caught the petals in it. The shower of petals only stopped after the vest was completely full.

 

“Should I have caught them with this cloth?”

 

When Prim pointed to the wide cloth she was sitting on, Rozien shook his head while wrapping up the vest well and placing it in Prim’s arms.

 

“That’s for wrapping you up.”

 

“I’m not bread.”

 

Then the stone Prim had kept in her arms floated up again and emitted a beam of light. Seeing that light, the fox hopped around happily.

 

— Kii! Kii!

 

“Varin seems to be saying to go that way too?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Rozien stuffed the wet handkerchief into his back pocket and wrapped Prim up tightly before lifting her up.

 

While doing so, he looked at Prim’s face that still had moisture on it and recalled how she had been in pain.

 

Even when the curse sprouted under her feet, she hadn’t suffered this much.

 

“I promised. We’re calling another healer too. You can’t be in that much pain.”

 

“…Okay.”

 

“You can’t go anywhere until we call another healer.”

 

As if knowing that Prim was rolling her eyes around, Rozien spoke once more firmly, then began walking steadily following the silver fox and Varin’s light.

 

The scene of the Silver Aspen Forest that Belklen’s corpse had clawed was as brutal as if it had received a massive curse.

 

The Inquisitors led by Marseria wiped the sweat from their foreheads after dealing with all the Belklen that had been gathered in front of the rose vines in the Silver Aspen Forest.

 

However, as if mocking their belief that they would soon find the children, the smoke from the incense burner in Marseria’s hand only scattered hazily in the air.

 

“Now the path is blocked…”

 

“Should we cut through the rose thicket?”

 

The only place they could go was beyond those rose vines.

 

“With the rose vines intact like that, can’t we assume the children didn’t pass through?”

 

Though there were traces of demon beast attacks here and there on the rose vines, there wasn’t even a scrap of the children’s torn clothing.

 

Even when Marseria shook the incense burner, the fragrance only grew thicker while Varin gave no answer.

 

That’s when it happened.

 

Rustle!

 

Everyone hurriedly drew their swords and weapons and turned toward where the sound came from. The edge of the rose thicket seemed to move, then a white fox cub suddenly popped out.

 

“What’s that?”

 

Behind it, a strange beam of light followed before slowly fading away. At the same time, clearly human footstep sounds could be heard.

 

“Oh, Prim! Rozien!”

 

“Ma, Marseria Priest!”

 

Before the knights could even confirm the identity, Marseria threw down the incense burner and ran over.

 

Marseria Priest’s robes got torn by thorns, and beyond them appeared a boy carrying a girl.

 

“Ah.”

 

When Marseria Priest hugged both the boy and girl at once, Prim, caught in the middle, made a short squeezed sound.

 

Rozien glanced at the people over the priest’s shoulder.

 

“Uh… were you looking for us?”

 

When Rozien asked in a flustered voice, only then did Luciano slump down in his seat and roughly rub his face with his dry hands.

 

Since he had requested the fragrance only for the children to nearly become food for magical beasts, how could his heart not be deeply troubled? Tears were welling up in Luciano’s eyes.

 

Sebardo also looked up at the sky, muttering a Prayer of Gratitude to the gods, then sheathed his sword in its scabbard.

 

“Of course we looked for you, of course we were worried! Magical beasts suddenly came charging in a pack, and a black-haired kid appeared crying, saying you two were missing!”

 

Even while shouting, Sebardo inwardly kept chanting ‘Oh, Yulberon, rejoice…’ as he approached the three of them.

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