The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 51

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 51

 

Prim froze for a moment, then drew an awkward smile.

 

‘Varin must have… said quite a lot.’

 

— How he chattered on, worried that your curse wouldn’t lift! Fine, very well. I shall grant this fragrance the power to destroy pain. This too will be of help to you.

 

Curresen said this and then suddenly paused as if remembering something.

 

— There’s something else that comes to mind.

 

‘Yes?’

 

Prim only blinked her eyes.

 

At that moment, a clanging sound rang out. It was the sound of gold coins falling from thin air.

 

Soon that sound began to echo like sand castles pouring down. Gold coins cascaded like a waterfall from the smoky air above.

 

While a startled Rozien moved the lamp to safety, the gold coins filled the altar to overflowing.

 

At this tremendous noise, people finally came in from outside and stood agape.

 

Clatter clatter clatter!

 

The spectacle of pouring gold coins was vague and even frightening, like a scene from a dream. At that moment, a gentle voice filled the entire temple.

 

It was a voice everyone could hear.

 

— After feasting so well, I cannot simply stop at blessing mere candy. This is your change.

 

Clink, clink, clink…

 

Enough gold coins to fill two or three chests poured down completely, and the sound of the last few remaining coins falling quietly echoed through the temple.

 

A hand shadow stroked Prim’s head once and then suddenly disappeared. The teal light particles that had filled the air also vanished in an instant.

 

Those who had entered late, Lord Sanbertal and Priest Cuern, stood with mouths agape watching the scene in bewilderment before collapsing to their knees.

 

Sebardo and the Marseria Priest, having already experienced all sorts of amazing events, merely let out calm exclamations.

 

However, Luciano beside them fell to his knees upon seeing that waterfall of gold coins.

 

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Priest Cuern wept.

 

He had witnessed a god performing a physical miracle right before his eyes. Not just any miracle, but one where blessings were bestowed and gold coins poured down!

 

Lord Sanbertal was equally shocked.

 

‘Impossible, impossible, impossible…’

 

Looking down at the chest full of gold coins directly bestowed by a god, he muttered endlessly in disbelief.

 

At that moment, a god had been there.

 

Curresen had been there.

 

Lord Sanbertal, who was a faithful believer of Curresen, could tell. He recognized the traces of Curresen who had very occasionally stroked his head.

 

However, he had definitely never heard the voice before. That was natural. Divine oracles were given very rarely even to cardinals. For a mere lord who wasn’t even a priest to feel even such traces was remarkable.

 

Of course, there were rumors that renowned perfumers—for example, Vittorio Alquezia who eternally held one of only twelve positions as Perfuma Eteria—heard divine oracles more often… but still…

 

“Impossible…”

 

The lord trailed off as he looked at the very small girl before him.

 

Since such an earth-shaking event had occurred, he had naturally investigated thoroughly by questioning everyone around.

 

A cursed orphan girl, turned ten this year, a victim involved in the Baron and Baroness Corvus affair, planning to take the perfumer exam next year, and this time came here wanting to see Curresen’s temple…

 

‘Yes, that’s what was strange!’

 

Why would children from Varin’s orphanage want to see Curresen’s temple?

 

When he first heard that story, he wasn’t particularly suspicious. After all, there was only one Temple of Varin in his territory. Even that was said to be crumbling away.

 

If she had grown up seeing that temple that was no different from ruins, wouldn’t it be natural to be curious about other gods’ temples?

 

But now he understood.

 

This child had intended from the start to receive a blessing to lift her curse!

 

Being an aspiring perfumer, she must have been confident in perfumery, so she secretly offered a fragrance to Curresen to receive a blessing to lift her curse…

 

Someone unqualified had made incense and offered it to a god without permission, so severe punishment should have been appropriate, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

 

When the god had not only blessed that fragrance but even given abundant change, it would go against the god’s will for him, a mere human, to scold her.

 

‘Damn! But that would make it heretical.’

 

Lord Sanbertal picked up the last gold coin.

 

‘This is even a 500-year-old gold coin…’

 

It was a gold coin from the era of the vanished Ancient Koelento Empire. Lord Sanbertal had only seen it in books. The fact that he had memories of seeing it even in books was because he was a believer of Curresen.

 

Among Curresen’s servants were crows, and since these crows couldn’t resist anything shiny, Curresen also loved shining things.

 

Considering his territory’s situation of being in debt, it wasn’t that he didn’t covet these, but he wasn’t bold enough to embezzle what a god had bestowed.

 

After serious consideration, Lord Sanbertal took out one Ancient Koelento Empire gold coin from the chest.

 

“Excuse me, could you exchange this gold coin for one of mine? I mean, they’re completely the same, really! Exactly the same without a single deception. It’s just that this one…”

 

The lord who had been rambling on met Prim’s clear eyes and briefly averted his gaze before speaking.

 

“Could you exchange it for not one but two of my gold coins? I… believe in and follow Curresen, and since this gold coin was directly bestowed by that divine being, it bears their breath…”

 

“I understand.”

 

“Really!”

 

“I’ll just give that to you. You let me enter the temple. It’s a gift.”

 

“Really!”

 

The lord jumped up and down like a child in joy, then seeing the three people sitting lined up on either side of this girl, hurriedly sat up straight.

 

“Of, of course, I can’t just accept it outright like that. I must naturally pay the price.”

 

“Indeed, such is the bearing of a great noble.”

 

Then he suddenly came to his senses.

 

Lord Sanbertal coughed a few times, looked around a bit, then met Prim’s eyes again.

 

He hesitated for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and asked.

 

“…You said you were ten years old?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Prim nodded.

 

Lord Sanbertal counted the years.

 

Ten years old.

 

A child born ten years ago…

 

“An orphan?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Do you remember who your parents were?”

 

“No.”

 

“You can’t remember? You don’t even remember how you became an orphan?”

 

“Huh? No.”

 

“Lord, what are you curious about?”

 

Sebardo struck the floor with his sword with a thud. The timid Lord Sanbertal hurriedly stopped his questions and waved his hands.

 

He hadn’t thought about it while speaking, but looking back, he had only asked questions that would tear at the orphan girl’s heart.

 

“Oh, no. This child is so lovely and full of talent that I got carried away asking this and that. If I didn’t have children, I would have wanted to adopt her as my daughter!”

 

“Haha, Lord, really. Is that what it was? But is there necessarily a need to adopt her as a daughter? You could sponsor the child from behind.”

 

“What?”

 

“Since we’ve been badly burned by one adoption gone wrong, none of us actually want anything like adoption, so it would be good if you could sponsor this child.”

 

“What… what sponsorship could I provide in my situation…”

 

Right now he couldn’t even fully pay for driving off the Belklens, so he had to sell the silk curtains from his bedroom, and even that wasn’t enough, so he barely managed to pay in six-month installments!

 

“Well, you can just borrow money for that.”

 

Sebardo pointed to Luciano beside him. Luciano smiled broadly.

 

“I’ll gladly lend it to you, Lord!”

 

“You wouldn’t lend me money to pay these people earlier!”

 

“At that time, no blessings whatsoever had descended upon your temple, had they?”

 

“…!”

 

This meant that since the collateral’s value had jumped to an entirely different dimension, additional loans were possible.

 

“Then for the demon beast subjugation costs, a bit more…”

 

“That’s a completely different matter.”

 

Lord Sanbertal imagined grabbing that merchant by the throat before coming to his senses.

 

“For this child to walk the path of a perfumer, she’ll need to take the exam and go to the Imperial Capital this time. Wouldn’t it be good if you could write a certificate proving that the lord sponsors her?”

 

Even a recommendation letter written by the lord of such an unfortunate territory would have considerable power when starting from nothing. It would be much better than having nothing at all.

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