The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 48

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 48

“This is considered a lot? It’s barely a drop in the bucket.”

“Yeah, if we had used other roses, we would have gotten much less than this.”

“So that’s why fragrance materials are so expensive…”

“That’s why we need to grow flowers well and work hard on extraction to sell a lot. Got it?”

“Yes, yes. Master, yes, I understand.”

“Our Bianna is so obedient.”

Bianna glanced at Prim briefly before turning her gaze back to the Perum Rosa concrete.

What looked like nothing more than a teaspoon of spoiled butter to an outsider’s eyes, Bianna stared at as if she were looking at a jewel.

However, the joy was short-lived, as the fragrance material preparation didn’t end here.

She had to pour about three times that amount of alcohol and allow the fragrance components, excluding the wax, to transfer from the concrete into the alcohol.

After leaving it in a shaded, cool place for about a day, only the waxy components would remain at the bottom of the concrete, while the flower’s fragrance and soul would transfer into the alcohol.

Prim filtered out the cloudy wax at the bottom of the bottle and the bright amber liquid above it.

Normally, the standard practice would be to spread even this liquid in a wide dish and dry it to leave only the absolute, but Prim didn’t make that choice.

Since the amount was so small, she thought she could evaporate the alcohol sufficiently even within the bottle.

As expected, before long she was able to obtain a quarter teaspoon of complete ‘Perum Rosa Absolute.’

“This… we made this?”

“Yeah. And from now on, we’ll be making more of this, all at once.”

“All at once, more of it. I understand.”

Bianna nodded enthusiastically while feeling dizzy and bewildered by the concentrated fragrance she was experiencing for the first time in her life.

Prim looked at Bianna with curiosity. The desperate face that had tried to push her away while attempting to speak harshly, the trembling hands when she secretly brought a plate of bread for her when she was locked in the attic, and the determined look in her eyes when she held onto Baron Corvus to buy time—all came to mind in sequence.

And now, the eager eyes looking at this Perum Rosa Absolute.

She had once wondered which was Bianna’s true self.

If there were real and fake aspects to a person’s character, this would probably be her true self.

Just as a flower that withered before blooming in barren soil wasn’t the flower’s true form, but rather its full bloom under proper rain, sunlight, and wind was its true appearance.

“…What’s wrong?”

“Hmm.”

“I won’t push you away. I really swore I’d work hard, didn’t I?”

“I wasn’t thinking about that.”

“Then what were you thinking about to stare at me with such strange eyes?”

“What strange eyes?”

Bianna’s face turned red. Since she knew that when Prim said no, it really meant no, she belatedly realized she had made a complete fool of herself and felt embarrassed.

“I’ll go tell the Priest that it was completed successfully!”

With that, Bianna ran off, and the surroundings became quiet.

Prim slowly savored this absolute. It had a scent that was completely identical to the Perum Rosa absolute she had smelled long ago, yet was much more vivid, fresh, and profound.

Even though it was made with inferior ether solvents in such an unrefined environment.

It was an ecstatic feeling, as if her body was naturally floating.

She had found the flower called the heart of god again and created a fragrance material that had disappeared from the world.

When the delicate, sharp metallic scent coldly brushed past her nape, a rich rose scent rose up.

A deep fragrance like someone’s seductive red lips, like a vase full of bright red roses under thick satin curtains cast in shadow.

What fragrance materials would suit this scent? As she thought this, hundreds of fragrance materials flashed through her mind.

Heavy resins created from wounded trees of various regions, the orris root used in the recently made Guiding Light, violet leaves, earthy-smelling patchouli, dark moss-like oakmoss, sweet and soft labdanum, warm yet sensual jasmine, or other roses…

And from that long list of fragrance materials, light illuminated certain names like lighting a fire.

Add Luna Ether and orris root to give a cold, cool impression, and to the Perum Rosa Absolute, add dark rose and myrrh to give it a soft yet fragrant weight. And mix in some birch tar, oakmoss, patchouli, and several tree resins…

Prim finished her endlessly extending thoughts.

She had decided on the owner of this fragrance.

The first perfume made with the Perum Rosa Absolute revived in this era would be for Rozien.

It would be a fragrance for him that she had never once created before.

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When the Yulberon Inquisitors who appeared from somewhere executed—more precisely, judged—Baron Corvus and dealt with all the troublesome crow demon beasts, Lord Sanbertal secretly hoped they might handle it justly and free of charge.

However, when those Inquisitors sent a letter announcing their visit, Lord Sanbertal, who knew honor, cleanly abandoned his hopes for free treatment and prepared to entertain the knights while scraping together every penny he had.

“This is all we have?”

“My lord… even this was made by taking on debt.”

“But this fall’s harvest should be fine, so we can pay it back quickly, right?”

Since he had already sold even the satin curtains from his bedroom, a harsh winter awaited the lord.

However, if he didn’t properly treat the knights of Yulberon now, an even harsher winter would come to this poor territory—or more precisely, to this poor lord’s life.

The religious order never forgave nobles who didn’t pay proper compensation. They would ensure that Inquisitors never came near the territory again, and if new demon beasts appeared, the territory’s people would revolt in an instant.

“But they caught fifteen Bellclen alone, and there are still some remaining, so I wonder if this will be enough…”

Lord Sanbertal looked at the pile of gold coins, then held his head and said,

“Let’s say we’ll pay in installments for now.”

“Installments.”

“Twelve months… would interest-free be too much to ask?”

“Isn’t twelve months a bit much too?”

“Then how about six months? Can’t we pay off the debt and interest with the autumn harvest?”

The Head Butler looked at the lord. The lord suppressed the urge to poke the Head Butler’s eyes with his fingers.

Without this Head Butler’s skills, he wouldn’t have been able to find anyone willing to lend money to this territory that had become even poorer after being repeatedly ravaged by demon beasts for years.

And if not for the perfumer exam recommendation letter that Auga, the priest in charge of this region’s Curresen parish, had sold to a merchant.

It was also the Head Butler who had urged him to sell it. The lord’s son had been attempting the perfumer qualification exam for nine years, and Kuern, a priest of Curresen and the lord’s brother, had used that recommendation letter for his nephew’s exam.

However, since he still hadn’t passed, the Head Butler’s advice was that they had done enough and shouldn’t continue.

In fact, the lord himself had thought it wouldn’t work out since around the third or fourth exam. And since last year, he too had desperately wanted to sell this recommendation letter.

Even the Temple of Varin sold recommendation letters once to feed orphans for a year, so if he sold a recommendation letter just once, he could somehow cover the demon beast subjugation costs.

‘We should have sold it elsewhere last year to save up money.’

The lord felt relieved thinking of his son’s retreating figure after running out, claiming to be shocked by his father and uncle’s betrayal, then worried as he calculated the remaining amount.

“Yulberon would also show mercy…”

“Would the god of justice tolerate delinquency?”

“No! It’s not delinquency, it’s installments!”

“We should have saved that money instead of donating to Curresen.”

The Head Butler grumbled quietly.

Since demon beasts began appearing, Lord Sanbertal, a faithful believer of Curresen, had been offering small donations to Curresen, wondering if it might help against the crows, which were Curresen’s familiars. Curresen was known to like shiny things, after all.

Of course, if that had been useful, there would have been no need for Yulberon’s Inquisitors to step in. Feeling guilty, Lord Sanbertal exploded in anger.

“You! There’s nothing you won’t say! Just prepare to receive our guests!”

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