The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 47

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 47

Of course!

Though he had scraped together every last bit of his remaining strength to bestow blessings upon those children, and had barely quenched his thirst with the new Guiding Light that Prim had created, Varin could wait a little longer.

For the day when his little lily of the valley would grow, finally stabilize this regression, and offer that brilliant, dreamlike fragrance solely for him.

— I’m so glad the children are safe! Right, Varin?

Just then, an annoying voice reached him. Yulberon, the god of justice and arrogance, had approached and struck up a conversation.

Varin cleared his throat and turned away.

— Do you have the leisure to be here? Shouldn’t you go see your children?

— Oh, Varin. I have neither the leisure nor reason to converse with my children like that.

Varin’s eyebrows shot up. Yulberon spoke deliberately.

— You should be careful too. If you talk too often, they quickly… forget what a god is.

Varin frowned.

— When humans don’t feed us, we can’t even use our power, so why get angry over something so trivial?

— You know it too. When humans don’t feel that gods are godly, they leave.

Varin fell silent.

He too, in the distant past, had once maintained a prosperous religious order when humans were lost and barely managed to find their way forward by relying on the stars in the night sky. He wasn’t unaware of what Yulberon was saying.

— So instead of saying a single word to your own children, you came over here to meddle?

— Oh, but your lily of the valley and rose are worth it. That’s why you’re putting so much effort into them too, isn’t it?

At Yulberon’s words, Varin swept back his long hair.

— I’m originally a god who chooses and selects. You claim to be a god of justice, but is it okay for you to show such favoritism?

— I’m the god of justice and arrogance.

Yulberon said gently.

— Justice is also about choosing.

— Yes, yes, how admirable of you.

— Still, didn’t I lend a hand with the blessing?

Varin frowned but said nothing more. The fact that the rose had cleared the path while they were finding their way was undeniably due to Yulberon’s power, moved by the history of Rozien feeding blood to the rose. However, Varin had something to say too.

— That’s how we found the Ferum Rosa!

— Right, that was truly amazing. My goodness, to think that flower still remained. Oh, my heart!

Yulberon’s voice sounded like it was dancing with joy. Varin smirked.

— Though your children seem to have already forgotten all about it.

— That just shows how remarkable your lily of the valley is. She recognized it immediately.

If she hadn’t recognized it, finding it would have been meaningless. They would have just passed it off as a rose with slightly deeper color and fragrance.

At Yulberon’s readily praising words, Varin snorted.

— What, do you think our children will offer you fragrances if you say that?

— It would be a lie to say I have no expectations about that, wouldn’t it?

Perfumers don’t offer fragrances only to the single god they follow.

They often work on commissions from various temples, and frequently offer to other gods according to their own needs or preferences.

— But that’s not what I came to talk about.

— What on earth do you want to say?

— Your young knight absolutely refuses to accept help from our children.

— That just shows how much that kid trusts and follows me!

— Right, so how about you give that child a divine oracle?

— Ha! What kind of oracle should I give? To grow up strong as a Knight of Yulberon? You want me to say that with my own mouth?

— Since he trusts and follows you so much, he won’t come to me to learn from our children, will he? You have nothing to worry about, right?

— Then why are you trying to make my child into a knight when you have nothing to gain from it?

— Why would I have nothing to gain? Your lily of the valley cherishes that child so much. Then naturally I’d want to help. Don’t you feel the same?

Because that lily of the valley would surely express her joy if he helped achieve what she treasured and desired.

Though it was an answer that reeked of calculation, Varin didn’t feel inclined to blame that calculation.

Among the thirteen gods under Noxrak and Aiser, there wasn’t a single god who didn’t make such calculations. Just as no one could survive without eating.

— You!

What made Varin suddenly angry was a different matter. But he held back from lashing out.

Yulberon had believers as numerous as the stars in the sky. What human would turn away from the god of justice!

Before every lawsuit in the world, humans seek the god of justice. They pray for justice in the face of unfair and unjust situations, and before difficult exams and interviews too.

Those who have much can endure and be patient. Someone with a thousand gold coins can risk one gold coin, endure the anxiety, and wait for better results—wait for the chance to invest one gold coin to earn a hundred.

But asking someone who only has two gold coins to risk one means asking them to bet half of everything they own at once, and if that fails, it means losing half of everything they possess completely.

How could he say such things so easily!

Prim had only him. That lily of the valley and he shared a common purpose.

But Prim’s knight was different. He had died solely for Prim in his past life, and didn’t seem much different in this life either, and if he learned under Yulberon’s knights and enjoyed abundance, he might quickly forget Varin’s embrace.

Moreover, if he truly became a Knight of Yulberon in this life, wouldn’t Prim’s heart gradually lean that way too?

Prim would make fragrances only for him at first, but what about after that, once the regression was stabilized?

However, speaking honestly about this would hurt his pride. Varin turned his head away.

— …Just because I’m the god of crossroads doesn’t mean I decide the path for every child.

— But you could still point out a good path, couldn’t you?

— Your children are already doing well at showing good paths, but he refuses, so what can I do? If you give some hint and offer better conditions, my lily of the valley would be happier too!

— Oh! That would be alright then?

Because Yulberon smiled brightly, Varin had to barely hide his desire to bite his tongue.

‘This bastard, really!’

If he acted too persistently, he couldn’t avoid accusations of trying to steal another’s believers, so this shallow trick!

But he couldn’t take back words already spoken. While Varin could only swallow his groaning sounds, Yulberon cheerfully left Varin’s space.

Furious, Varin flopped down flat.

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I slowly unwrapped the wax seal of the fragrance materials I had waited about a week for.

The Ferum Rosa petals no longer had their silver luster or blood-red color. All the color had drained out, leaving them a pale beige.

When I filtered out the petals with fine cloth, only petals that looked like wet paper scraps remained, and red liquid spread across the flat-bottomed bowl.

I poured the liquid wide and shallow across several flat bowls. After pouring into about five bowls, I covered them with thin cloth to prevent dust from settling.

After placing them in a well-ventilated area and waiting several more days, even the Ether Solvens had completely evaporated.

At the bottom of the bowls remained something sticky and pale orange, as thin as butter that a very stingy bakery owner would spread on a sandwich.

When I scraped together everything from the five bowls without wasting a single bit, I got a very small solid mass about the size of a teaspoon.

This was the Ferum Rosa concrete.

Bianna and Prim, who had been through the entire process together, spoke simultaneously.

“That’s all we got?”

“We got this much?”

Bianna and Prim looked at each other.

Someone unfamiliar like Bianna would be surprised that after taking such an armful of petals and pouring all that Ether Solvens, only a teaspoon came out, but Prim was more amazed that a whole teaspoon had been produced.

If made with ordinary roses, less than half of this would have been produced.

‘Does Ferum Rosa have a good yield?’

I’d have to try making something with this rose to know…

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