The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 40

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 40

 

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“There’s nothing seriously wrong. I’ve treated the scratches. I didn’t touch the feet since they’re cursed. Actually, the injuries are worse on this side than on that child…”

 

“I’m fine.”

 

Rozien shook his head hastily. The healer that Luciano had brought glanced at the sleeping girl’s face and added:

 

“Of course, she seems to have very weak legs from not being able to walk for a long time, and her muscles seem shocked from this ordeal.”

 

While the Marseria Priest repeatedly expressed his gratitude, Rozien opened and closed his mouth several times before finally speaking.

 

“She suddenly complained of terrible pain. Said she had a severe headache.”

 

“What?”

 

The Marseria Priest also looked up in surprise.

 

Rozien touched his sleeve. The sleeve that had torn when Prim unconsciously grabbed it while suffering from pain.

 

Prim’s face as she lay sleeping on the bed looked a bit tired from their recent adventure.

 

“A sudden severe headache? She looks fine now… When was this?”

 

“It seems to happen often. It was when we were lost in the forest – she suddenly had severe pain, then suddenly got better… When it hurt, she cried from the pain.”

 

Rozien recalled Prim’s condition at that time. Prim had no doubt about her pain. She wasn’t surprised that she was in pain. She was simply suffering terribly.

 

“Prim was in that much pain?”

 

The Marseria Priest asked back with a pale expression. Rozien silently nodded.

 

“Hmm, that is strange…”

 

The healer tilted his head.

 

When he examined her, he couldn’t detect any particular illness in this girl.

 

“Hmm, could it be part of the curse?”

 

“The curse…?”

 

“I’m not certain, but that child has a curse on her legs, right? Thorns rise up and pierce wherever her feet touch?”

 

“Ah, yes.”

 

The healer, who didn’t know exactly how she came to be under such a curse, recited the possibilities that came to mind.

 

“In such cases, the purpose is to cause pain to the victim, and when that purpose isn’t sufficiently fulfilled, it can manifest through other channels.”

 

“Ah.”

 

A scratching sound came from Rozien’s throat.

 

The healer didn’t notice Rozien’s expression. He was mentally going through the medical texts he had read and various curse catalogs.

 

“Of course, this is just a possibility, not a certainty. Severe intermittent headaches can have various causes… The problem is that if it’s momentary pain, it’s difficult to control with medicine.”

 

By the time the medicine took effect, the pain would be over, and since you don’t know when it will hurt, you can’t prepare in advance.

 

“Isn’t there any way? Nothing at all?”

 

Rozien asked somewhat urgently. Sympathy appeared in the healer’s eyes.

 

“Well. Breaking the curse would be best, but since it’s just one of my guesses, I don’t know if that would solve it… Perhaps the Bishops who have performed miracles might have an answer.”

 

“The Bishops?”

 

“Hmm, but in reality…”

 

It would be nearly impossible for a commoner orphan boy to meet with a Bishop who had performed miracles and make such a request. The healer swallowed his words. Saying all this seemed cruel. Silence would be better.

 

The healer patted the boy’s shoulder and left.

 

The remaining boy’s deep green eyes wavered. It was difficult to discern what the deep forest held.

 

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Prim opened her eyes when the sun rose the next morning. She thought she heard breathing sounds, and there was a fox sleeping by her bedside.

 

Then the door opened.

 

“Prim, are you awake?”

 

Rozien, who had been changing the water in the flower vase, hurried over.

 

“Was I sleeping?”

 

“Yes, you were tired, right?

 

“I slept without knowing anything… Are you okay?”

 

“I’m perfectly fine. I didn’t really do anything.”

 

“You carried me and ran so much.”

 

“That was nothing.”

 

Rozien replied quickly. Then the fox jumped up between them.

 

“This little guy won’t leave and keeps staying here.”

 

Rozien grabbed the fox by the scruff of its neck. He had tried to keep it out so it wouldn’t disturb Prim while she slept, but this clever little thing kept sneaking in to sleep beside Prim.

 

The fox caught in Rozien’s hands didn’t struggle and just blinked its eyes while looking at him.

 

“Hmm, should we give it a name?”

 

“What would you call it?”

 

At Prim’s question, Rozien’s eyes widened.

 

“Huh? I’m naming it?”

 

“Yes, I have too many things to name in the future.”

 

While gods sometimes give names directly to satisfying fragrances, usually perfumers have to name them themselves.

 

With so many things to create in the future, she had a lifetime’s worth of naming reserved.

 

Convinced by those words, Rozien took on a responsible expression. The fox that had been just blinking while caught suddenly moved its body playfully and grinned. At its almost charming behavior, Prim smiled softly. Rozien held the restless fox with both hands and thought for a moment.

 

“Hmm.”

 

— Whine! Whimper!

 

The small fox was more like a puppy than a fox. Rozien decided.

 

“Bell. Let’s call it Bell!”

 

“Bell?”

 

The fox seemed to immediately understand that its name had been decided as Bell. It jumped up from Rozien’s hands into Prim’s arms, then went down to the floor, then climbed back into Rozien’s arms, expressing its joy.

 

The fox spun around the room for a while before rushing toward another place. It was the table where the rose petals they had brought were placed. The petals scattered slightly and the rose fragrance wafted up.

 

Along with that fragrance, Prim hastily sat up in bed and reached her arms toward Rozien.

 

Rozien naturally lifted Prim up. Prim spoke somewhat quickly.

 

“I need to extract those flowers before they wilt more. Take the flowers to the perfume laboratory attached here…”

 

“No! You need to have breakfast first.”

 

“Huh? First the petals…”

 

“No, you need to have breakfast first. The healer said you need to sleep well and eat well.”

 

Rozien was surprisingly firm. Prim just moved her lips before finally nodding obediently.

 

Prim was able to start the extraction she wanted only after hastily eating warm bread and soup as if drinking it.

 

Seeing Prim start working as soon as she opened her eyes and moistened her mouth, the Marseria Priest and Bianna offered to help.

 

“Bianna was really worried about you. When Belklen appeared and you two kept not showing up, she went around looking for you.”

 

“Really?”

 

“No! I just counted the number of people who should be there and was surprised when we were short!”

 

Bianna, who was moving the necessary bowls as Prim instructed, jumped up and denied it. The Marseria Priest just laughed softly.

 

Meanwhile, Rozien brought a cleanly washed large glass bottle with a wide opening. Baron Corvus’s perfume laboratory was fully equipped with solvent extraction tools as well.

 

‘He had all the equipment and materials brought here.’

 

However, since he seemed to have never used them, all the items were covered with white dust, so Rozien and the Marseria Priest had been diligently washing them.

 

The transparent glass bowl had some scratches here and there but wasn’t too bad.

 

Prim first prepared another bowl and poured the solvent to be used for this solvent extraction method, Ether Solvens.

 

‘Of all things, did he have to use something like this?’

 

Premium Ether Solvens is colorless and odorless, and captures even the most delicate and subtle fragrance nuances of the raw materials.

 

What Prim had used until just before her regression was also Premium Ether Solvens produced in the Bitrelia Islands. The lower the grade, the stronger the metallic fishy smell became, and it was difficult to eliminate that scent.

 

This Ether Solvens was barely usable quality, so the old Prim would have thrown it away without a second thought.

 

‘I have no choice now.’

 

Rather than waste the freshly picked petals, it seemed better to extract with even this low-grade Ether Solvens.

 

Based on the amount of petals she had brought, she estimated the extraction would yield barely half a small teaspoon. But for now, even that much would be enough.

 

Prim was about to soak the petals first in the Ether Solvens spread on the plate when something suddenly came to mind and she looked up.

 

Bianna, who had said she would take up flower cultivation, would normally have made a sullen expression upon seeing the Marseria Priest praise Prim, but now she remained silent.

 

She was watching Prim’s hands with a face filled with longing she herself didn’t understand.

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