The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 42

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 42

Caring for orphans was truly a noble task, but in Prim’s view, the Marseria Priest needed to take on other work as well.

“Priest, I want to entrust the fragrance materials business to the temple. Bianna here too.”

“To the temple? You mean to the Temple of Varin?”

The Marseria Priest just blinked at something she had never imagined or dreamed of, then stared blankly at Prim.

The small girl she had to protect just a while ago now looked like an angel extending a hand of salvation.

Originally, old temples possessed various secrets for making fragrance materials, but at the Temple of Varin, that lineage had been broken long ago.

Until now, it had been a temple struggling just to survive day by day. The only remaining 【Guiding Light】 had been used up recently, and the formula was also lost, making it impossible to create more. And no perfumer offered new fragrances to Varin.

The Marseria Priest was well aware of what it meant to take charge of selling fragrance materials at such a Temple of Varin.

Prim was now trying to give the Temple of Varin a chance to rise again.

To this temple where nothing remained.

Before Varin’s name…

The Marseria Priest just moved her lips before finally speaking.

“Prim, you let me bring all the children to this villa, and I haven’t even repaid that debt, yet shamelessly…”

“Priest, this isn’t the time to think about such things as shame.”

“Ah.”

“And if not you, Priest, who else would help me?”

“Aah.”

The Marseria Priest hurriedly pressed her lips together and quickly answered.

“I, I should do it! Of course I’ll do everything for you!”

“Thank you.”

Prim nodded. Bianna whispered to Rozien.

“Isn’t she almost like a tyrant?”

“Right? So you’d be in big trouble if you rebelled.”

“Ah, but I swore I wouldn’t!”

After a moment of awkward air, Prim slowly demonstrated in front of them.

She slowly soaked the petals in ether solvent and then put them into a glass bottle. Carefully, one by one, so the petals wouldn’t be damaged. With four people working together—Prim, Rozien, Marseria, and Bianna—even with inexperienced ones among them, the pace was quite fast.

“All done!”

“Now pour all of this in. Very slowly.”

She poured the ether solvent very slowly into the glass bottle filled with petals.

“Why do it this way? If we’re going to do this, wouldn’t it be better to just put the petals in first and then pour this, rather than soaking the petals first?”

“This way prevents air bubbles from forming between the petals and the ether solvent.”

“Is it bad if air bubbles form?”

“Yes, then the fragrance of the materials changes. That’s why this method can only be used when making small amounts like this.”

For example, in the Gratia Electorate, most famous for rose fragrance materials, they extract such petals by the hundreds of kilograms, and you can’t soak each petal individually at that scale.

Of course, the fragrance materials Prim used were top-grade materials made through such artisanal processes where craftsmen personally performed every step from one to ten.

“Pour just a little bit at a time. Would you like to try?”

“Me? What if I… what if I mess it up?”

“It’s okay. We can do it again.”

Bianna looked burdened but bit her lips tightly and took the bottle.

She repeated the process of pouring very carefully, then shrinking back when the liquid suddenly surged, and finally managed to fill it with just the right amount of liquid.

“Now close it with a cork lid and seal it with beeswax.”

The Marseria Priest helped with that. Soon, only the subtle honey scent from the beeswax and the fragrance of Ferum Rosa gently lingered around them.

“Just wait one more week like this.”

“Then it’s finished?”

“No.”

An even longer process still awaited them. Bianna briefly held her forehead but soon nodded.

Sebardo looked at the small stone that Marseria had carefully placed in the glass house of this villa in the Silver Aspen Forest. This stone, belonging to Prim, was stored here when Prim wasn’t using it.

The Marseria Priest and Prim together named this stone the 【Compass of the Labyrinth】.

Indeed, it was a fitting name since it had helped them escape from the demon beasts in that labyrinth-like Silver Aspen Forest.

Objects directly touched by divine blessing carried the sacred and cool aura and fragrance characteristic of sacred relics.

‘Truly tremendous talent.’

To deliberately seek out a stone soaked by thunderstorms, sprinkle fragrant oil on it to complete a fragrance, and receive a blessing that emits light to find paths through that fragrance.

Sacred objects with such clearly embedded intent and visible form were not numerous even in fairly large religious orders.

However, Prim was currently only 10 years old. With a perfume organ left behind by some fool of a perfumer with no inventory management and stones picked up from fields, she had created such fragrances.

If that child were provided with top-grade fragrance materials and environment, if that child grew more and her fingertips became skilled, what could she create then?

Indeed, it was worth Yulberon hastily sending his knights to rescue her.

However, he too could not ask for answers on what to do from here. Not until reaching another Temple of Yulberon.

‘But how did Prim receive Varin’s blessing in the middle of that forest?’

Divine blessings and oracles could only be obtained and heard in temples. Temples meant those built upon sacred relics and the sacrifice of saints.

Was a saint of Varin buried in that forest? If not that, then…

“Quickly, quickly bring it!”

“Here, here it is, master!”

Then a commotion arose outside the temple. Sebardo stuck his head out and looked around. Luciano and his servant were hurriedly walking while carrying a bundle of documents.

As soon as Luciano met Sebardo’s eyes, he smiled broadly. Sebardo caught that expression of wariness that disappeared in just an instant.

He seemed worried that another temple might snatch away the talent he had marked for sponsorship.

“You seem busy.”

“Haha, timing is quite important when it comes to contracts, isn’t it? So that’s why.”

“You’re trying to make a sponsorship contract with Prim?”

“Yes… That child has such outstanding talent. To already receive divine blessing, it’s truly a joyous and remarkable thing.”

The recommendation letter for the perfumer qualification exam in this parish that he had originally planned to purchase, or the fragrance he was supposed to receive from Prim as a trial, none of that mattered anymore.

What was all of that for anyway?

Wasn’t it to find an excellent aspiring perfumer worth sponsoring!

Luciano didn’t have any special expertise in fragrances. Having been born and raised in a wealthy merchant group, he had basic knowledge, but that was all.

Luciano thought Prim’s blessed Compass of the Labyrinth fragrance was really good, among the best he had ever smelled, but what made him bring this bold sponsorship contract was because that child had received a blessing from the forest.

It was no different from already being recognized as a perfumer by the gods through that fragrance, even before passing the perfumer qualification exam.

Moreover, when he looked into what had happened in this area, the already executed Baron Corvus had received all his blessings from Retemore and Tamdrion Temple through fragrances made by Prim.

At least as far as Luciano knew, no one of this age had achieved such accomplishments of receiving blessings on multiple fragrances. Even Vittorio Alquezia, called by the nickname of God’s Perfumer, hadn’t achieved such feats at this age.

There were also many perfumers who couldn’t receive divine blessings even after passing the perfumer qualification exam.

Among the perfumers his family had been steadily sponsoring, only a few had seen success.

Yet this mere ten-year-old child, through circumstances he couldn’t understand, had sprinkled fragrance on that stone to receive divine blessing and create a sacred relic.

If he didn’t sponsor this child, who on earth would he sponsor?

If he let this child slip away, he would be nothing short of a fool!

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