The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 4

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 4

While she was truly happy, considering the number of times she had heard those words—hundreds of times from various gods in turn—it wasn’t really something to be deeply moved by anymore.

The flower bouquet stirred as if writhing. Prim, who had been quietly staring at it, added:

“I’m happy, but I’m worried you might cut off in the middle like you did earlier.”

— You care more about the divine oracle than me right now!

“Since Varin is important, the words Varin speaks are also important…”

The flower bouquet trembled again before barely calming down, and only then did Varin’s voice flow out again.

— …It will become as if it never happened, all of this.

“…?”

Prim’s eyes widened.

Since Prim, who had been calmly talking back no matter what was said until now, showed a surprised expression, only then did Varin’s voice become triumphant.

— Oh, my little lily of the valley. Isn’t it obvious? We’ve come back through time right now! Naturally, my power has also returned to this period. I’ve become a baked potato-like god with only a few orphans like you believing in me, barely able to give divine oracles by inhaling the fragrance of the flower bouquet you made.

In other words, not the steak on the plate. Just the asparagus on the side, onions, a bit of sauce, or baked potato.

“So?”

— So until the day you died comes again, unless you become this land’s greatest perfumer and offer me the finest fragrance again, this regression will become null and void, invalid, a regression of regression will occur.

“…”

Wrinkles formed between Prim’s brows.

Her foot, pricked by thorns while walking barefoot under the early summer sun, suddenly seemed to hurt terribly.

“Did you know this would happen?”

— I knew.

“Back then, you didn’t say… anything like that.”

Varin hadn’t said that this regression would become null and void if she didn’t offer the fragrance again.

Varin asked back as if surprised.

— If I had? Are you saying you wouldn’t have regressed?

At that time, the other choice she could have made besides regression was ‘the resurrection of the dead Rozien.’

“…I probably wouldn’t have done that.”

She wanted to return all the things that Rozien should have had. Even the time he had devoted to her, all of it.

— See! I knew everything and only told you what was necessary.

“Then I’ll make that fragrance for you again.”

That fragrance was full of poison enough to easily kill a person, but it would be fine as long as she didn’t pour it into her body with the intention of dying.

— I told you that won’t work.

“…?”

— That has already become an ‘existing fragrance.’

Varin continued speaking.

— Because I know it.

“…?”

Prim blinked once more. The flower bouquet Prim had made trembled and spread its fragrance.

Over the cheerful fragrance that seemed to transform the temple into a resort villa, the god’s angry voice rang out loudly.

— I told you! It was because it was an amazing fragrance that didn’t exist in the world, created by the world’s greatest perfumer, that it had the power to use the Heaven-Defying Art! So until ‘that day’ comes, you must become one of the Twelve Perfuma Etheria again and create a beautiful fragrance that ‘doesn’t exist in the world,’ that ‘even the gods have never smelled even once’! And you must offer that fragrance to me!

Prim decided to correct what could be corrected first.

“I told you I wasn’t a Perfuma Etheria back then.”

— What are you talking about? They also acknowledged in their hearts that you were the best.

“Varin wouldn’t know people’s hearts.”

Even gods cannot read human hearts.

— Oh, my lily of the valley. Stop making me angry.

“But I understand what you’re saying. However, is it important for me to become a Perfuma Etheria?”

— Of course it’s important! It’s certification that this Varin’s believer is the most outstanding perfumer, so naturally it’s important!

Prim thought this wasn’t really important but rather a matter of Varin’s pride, but she didn’t say it out loud.

At that time, she was a perfumer who raked in more money than any other perfumer active in the secular world.

However, she wasn’t recognized as a Perfuma Etheria because she didn’t take the test. It seemed good to aim for that in this life.

Prim stopped moving for a moment and looked up at the sky. Raindrops were still falling from the roof that hadn’t been properly repaired.

This was the only temple left for Varin. Even that, the Marseria Priest was too busy taking care of the orphans at the orphanage to even touch this temple.

In this situation…

“So you’re saying Varin needs to be first place among the Thirteen Gods?”

— Ahem, not necessarily first place, but for now about second or third place…?

Is it possible to maintain regression with the power of second or third place?

Prim tilted her head.

“The most powerful god right now is Alendia, right? Can that god also cause such regression? Then there might be several more people who have regressed…”

At Prim’s innocent question, the flower bouquet shook violently.

— Damn it! I need to be first place! Second or third place is utterly insufficient!

“I see. Why did you lie?”

— Sigh, little lily of the valley. Listen carefully. If you suddenly tell someone in last place they need to be first, it might be too burdensome. I know this is a difficult task too. So it was my consideration to not make you feel too burdened.

“Hmm, but for someone in last place, second or third place would be just as burdensome as first place.”

— …

Prim spoke as gently as possible.

“You don’t need to worry about me too much next time, so just tell me honestly.”

— Alright…

Varin answered weakly.

Prim quietly looked up at the raindrops that had suddenly fallen and were now beginning to subside.

The raindrops didn’t carry the fragrance she had known until now, the scent that comes when moisture that has long floated in the air condenses and pours down, when the surrounding air gathers and condenses.

The moist water droplets were slightly sweet and somehow seemed familiar yet unfamiliar, like something known yet unknown, familiar yet slightly different.

Prim realized.

This isn’t rain.

“Varin, don’t tell me you were crying?”

— Wh-who’s crying! Crying!

The flower bouquet shook hurriedly.

— Do you think I’d cry from being moved because I’m giving divine oracles generously after so long?! Not at all! I’m not!

Varin’s tears from drinking the fragrance she offered were very clear and bright as if filtered through crystal, and quickly evaporated, leaving only the fragrance before disappearing.

Then Varin trembled.

— Your rose is running over. Remember what I said.

Then the light finally disappeared from the flower bouquet. As Prim knelt and gently lifted the bouquet, the temple door burst open.

“Prim! So you were here!”

At the same time, red hair poured through the gap in the door like blooming roses, and a boy’s voice rang out loudly.

Prim stared at the temple door as if momentarily dazed.

A boy with deep green eyes like dense foliage walked straight toward her.

“Did you walk around again while I was gone? I told you to wait until I come!”

The boy who had shouted for no reason hurried over and lifted Prim up, seating her on the altar.

Prim looked at him, now younger and alive. Her heart swelled. The light reflected in his eyes sparkled.

And those eyes were shifting this way and that. Trying to interpret her silence, wondering if there was something she wanted him to understand without words.

After briefly checking her complexion, he said:

“Prim, did something happen to upset you…?”

“It’s not that.”

Prim denied it firmly and quickly. When a clear denial rather than silence came back, Rozien seemed a bit surprised.

“Still, don’t go anywhere alone. I said I’d do it for you.”

Saying that, he knelt in front of her and examined Prim’s feet. Prim’s feet were covered in blood from wounds that looked like thorn pricks.

Rozien opened the cap of the water bottle he always carried with him and gently washed Prim’s feet.

“Ow….”

“Does it hurt a lot? That’s why you should wait until I come.”

“I was in a bit of a hurry.”

“What could possibly be so urgent? What were you trying to do?”

The boy pressed her as if he couldn’t contain his curiosity.

The last time she had seen his face, it had been shadowed with a fierce, savage smile.

He couldn’t have maintained an innocent smile while grasping and wielding control over all the back alleys of the Bitrelia Islands.

But now Rozien’s voice was clear and cheerful. Prim felt an ache in her chest as she turned her gaze to the flower bouquet placed beside her.

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