The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 44

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 44

 

However, Luciano didn’t give up. Backing down immediately when the other party refused was something only third-rate merchants did.

 

“Renewal…! How about renewal? We’ll renew it annually! Yes, conditions can always change!”

 

Luciano said, even slapping his own forehead. When Prim hesitated for a moment, Sebardo quietly interjected.

 

“Hmm, if it’s about adjusting conditions during renewal, that wouldn’t be bad to consider.”

 

“That would be too much trouble for Uncle Luciano…”

 

Prim furrowed her brows in distress.

 

“That’s something the person who wants it should handle themselves. Isn’t that right?”

 

“That’s right, that’s right! Don’t worry about that at all!”

 

“Would it really be alright to cause such trouble?”

 

The Marseria Priest asked cautiously. Luciano shook his head vigorously.

 

“This is nothing at all. And though the knights said they’d help, I’ll try to get a more splendid carriage.”

 

“Luxury is…”

 

“Luxury is both a virtue and duty of merchants. Are you planning to make me an unfaithful merchant, Priest? Knight?”

 

Sebardo laughed heartily with a defeated expression. The Marseria Priest clasped both hands together in greeting.

 

“Thank you, brother.”

 

The Marseria Priest looked at Prim, who was so calm it was impossible to know what she was thinking, and stroked her hair.

 

“You just need to work hard on the perfumery you want to do. Don’t feel burdened. Understood, Prim?”

 

“Mm, yes.”

 

“Priest, she’s not feeling burdened.”

 

Bianna, who had been helping with the work, was about to speak up when she saw Rozien nudge her and closed her mouth.

 

Seeing such Bianna, Luciano’s eyes widened before he quickly said.

 

“Oh, black-haired girl. Do you have any thoughts about going on stage with a theater troupe? If you’re interested, I could introduce you…”

 

“No.”

 

Bianna turned her head away from him sharply.

 

“I’m going to work with growing flowers.”

 

“Y-you’ve already decided your future?”

 

“How old were you when you decided to inherit the merchant guild, Uncle?”

 

“…”

 

“Compared to you, Uncle, I’m rather late.”

 

Luciano hastily burst into hearty laughter first.

 

“Haha! Varin’s blessings truly have no end. To be this clever. These children seem like they’ll succeed at whatever they do.”

 

“That’s right, isn’t it? Our Bianna is the pride of our orphanage.”

 

Marseria smiled brightly and embraced Bianna’s shoulders. Bianna thought ‘There isn’t a single child in the orphanage who isn’t Priest’s pride,’ but didn’t voice this thought.

 

She only glanced at Rozien, who was smiling faintly, and Prim, who was making eye contact with that Rozien.

 

Sebardo whispered to Luciano.

 

“You did well teaching without taking money.”

 

“…”

 

Luciano’s face was colored with humiliation.

 

* * *

 

“Taking the perfumer exam takes several months. First there’s the written exam, and if you pass, then there’s the second practical exam, and finally the third real-world test.”

 

Prim said, counting on her fingers. It had been too long since she took the exam, so her memory was hazy and she couldn’t remember well, but she roughly recalled the general framework.

 

“Real-world test? How is that different from the practical exam?”

 

“You make fragrances in the form they’re actually used.”

 

When she took the exam, in the third real-world test, she had to dilute the base made in the second practical exam into perfume or fragrant oil form.

 

“Hmm, so that’s why it takes several months? Then let’s make a swing there too. That way you can ride the swing throughout the exam period.”

 

Rozien said in a serious voice. It seemed as if making a swing was an extremely important matter. Prim readily nodded.

 

“Yes, good. And I want to get books too. Uncle Luciano said he’d buy whatever we need.”

 

“What books?”

 

“New chess records, some sheet music, and Ancient Koelento Language books…”

 

“Right, you’ve already seen everything at the temple.”

 

Rozien seated Prim on a shaded bench where the slightly hot late summer sunlight slanted away, then went into the kitchen through the back door to look for something that could serve as a fan.

 

Just then, he heard a presence behind him.

 

Sebardo watched from a distance as the boy carried the girl on his back, chatting quietly as they came along.

 

The boy with straw-colored hair tied back casually was talking about this and that with a face that smiled like a puppy out on a sunny day.

 

Prim, riding on his back, only nodded. At first glance, it seemed like an insincere response, but Rozien didn’t mind at all.

 

As Rozien seated Prim and headed to the kitchen, Sebardo approached behind the boy and suddenly spoke.

 

“Really won’t become a knight?”

 

“You startled me.”

 

“You knew I was coming, so what’s with the startling?”

 

Sebardo grumbled. Rozien glanced at him while rummaging through drawers.

 

“Why all of a sudden?”

 

“Prim even got sponsorship, so she’s pioneering her own future. Then you should do something too. Right?”

 

He had seen with his own eyes how specially Rozien thought of Prim. Could there be such devoted friendship again?

 

There were many who couldn’t endure caring for sick elderly parents and ran away. How many also separated from sick spouses?

 

But Rozien wasn’t like that. It all just seemed natural to him. Carrying Prim who couldn’t walk, trying to do anything that Prim wanted.

 

Now he understood why this child hadn’t readily nodded to his proposal.

 

“If you’re worried about Prim, I can help. Together with Luciano…”

 

“She’s not something to worry about, Sebardo.”

 

Rozien scratched his cheek and answered a bit quickly. Sebardo acknowledged his mistake.

 

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

 

“…No, I’m sorry. Actually, it’s not her, but me…”

 

Rozien was about to say something but stopped. It was a bit embarrassing to speak so honestly.

 

Rozien, whose ears had turned red for no reason, couldn’t find anything suitable as a fan and only picked up a thin tray to block the sun before running away from Sebardo toward where Prim was, as if escaping. Sebardo hastily chased after the boy.

 

“Hey! Rozien!”

 

Prim, who had been sitting in a chair swinging her legs, widened her eyes seeing the two of them.

 

“Sebardo?”

 

Rozien handed the tray to Prim and tried to push Sebardo with his arm to chase him out of the garden. Sebardo, suddenly engaged in a test of strength, stood his ground.

 

“Right, let’s have a talk among the three of us!”

 

“I said I’d think about it!”

 

“Y-you’re already this strong! What is there to think about!”

 

And as the two faced off like they were doing combat wrestling, the children who came running at the commotion thought it was fun play and clung to them.

 

“Wahhh!”

 

“Win! Win!”

 

“Rozien! Win!”

 

Even if they’re little kids, when they all cling at once, it’s no ordinary matter. Eventually, the contest between Rozien and Sebardo fizzled out, and Rozien remained among the children, becoming their plaything.

 

While he lifted the children up and down, giving them piggyback rides, Sebardo broke through the children’s midst in a cold sweat and plopped down beside Prim.

 

Seeing Rozien looking at him from afar with a face full of betrayal, Sebardo averted his eyes and muttered.

 

“Playing with children isn’t among a knight’s duties.”

 

“I didn’t say anything…”

 

At Prim’s response, this time Sebardo’s face turned red.

 

Sebardo, who had finally straightened his back, took in every movement of Rozien playing with the children who had gathered around him.

 

Exquisite sense of balance, distribution of strength that wouldn’t hurt fragile opponents, and attention that missed nothing even when dealing with multiple people.

 

“He truly has the talent to become a great knight.”

 

Prim glanced at him. Sebardo rubbed his forehead with his palm as he spoke. There was no longer any playfulness in his tone.

 

“Really. I’d like him to come here and learn, but even if not here, as long as he learns properly somehow.”

 

Prim looked down at his own legs. At the same time, he recalled the past when Sebardo had shouted as if he would cough up blood.

 

— He could have become a knight! He could have wielded a sword under God’s glory and received everyone’s cheers!

 

He knew the words that had been omitted after that.

 

‘You ruined everything!’

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