The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 55

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 55

 

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— Why! Why! Why did I even ask for a blessing! A hundred days? A hundred days~? It takes a whole hundred days! Are you kidding me!

 

Prim slightly covered her ears and shrank back. The bottle containing fragrance materials glittered as Varin’s angry voice echoed loudly.

 

Of course, covering her ears couldn’t block the divine oracle that sounded in her head.

 

Varin couldn’t accept the fact that Prim would need to eat a total of one hundred violet candies blessed by Curresen, one per day, to break the curse.

 

— If it takes a hundred days, I could do it too! I could too!

 

“Ah… really?”

 

— …

 

Varin, who had been grumbling, paused for a moment.

 

If Curresen said it would take a hundred days, other gods would have needed even more time. And for Varin, who had no real power, it was impossible.

 

Eventually, Varin gave up in despair.

 

— What kind of curse is it that takes a whole hundred days?

 

Prim rested her cheek on her hand and recalled her conversation with Curresen.

 

“He said my curse was strange. Even though it’s only been a few years since I was cursed, it strangely feels like it’s been nearly twenty years.”

 

It would take a hundred days to unravel that complexly twisted curse piece by piece.

 

— …

 

“I think it’s probably because of the regression.”

 

— Even if the curse is that damaged, shouldn’t he be able to handle it quickly?! A hundred days, and he still calls himself the god of restoration?! Just counting believers alone, he must have hundreds of thousands more than me!

 

Prim found herself wanting to laugh a little at Varin getting more worked up than she was, but she held it back.

 

“Still, it’ll be resolved after a hundred days.”

 

— I was hoping you could take the perfumer exam comfortably…

 

Varin muttered with deep regret.

 

Prim opened the cap of the perfume bottle placed on the altar and continued speaking. The liquid sloshed inside the crude bottle.

 

“Whether I can walk or not, there’s no change in the fragrances I can create.”

 

Until now, she had mostly offered perfumes or fragrant oils that could be made into base solutions, the foundation of fragrances, to the god.

 

Even making the base required time for aging, and stabilizing it by mixing with high-purity ethanol also took time. Everything had been urgent until now. She had been running breathlessly since right after the regression.

 

But now she could breathe a sigh of relief. Though nearly three months remained, breaking her curse had become a foregone conclusion, and the orphanage’s situation had also found breathing room.

 

Thus, for the first time since regressing, Prim could envision, conceive, and create a fragrance for people to actually use.

 

This was exactly that perfume.

 

Prim soaked a small cloth with the perfume made with a high concentration of perfume essence and spread it out.

 

Ah, roses!

 

From that cloth arose the breathtakingly rich fragrance of rose vines, and the scent of the silvery white forest that surrounded those rose vines. Within that fragrance was contained even the greenery of forest paths and a small fox that had popped out from between them.

 

It was the entire landscape of the moment they encountered the Perum Rosa vines.

 

It seemed as if an illusion unfolded of dewdrops on rose petals rolling and falling to the ground, scattering.

 

At that moment, the crystal bottle that had contained the perfume became remarkably transparent and sparkled.

 

— …

 

Prim felt the god’s deep satisfaction in Varin’s silence.

 

As the fragrance that transformed this old temple into a noble rose garden filled the space, Varin spoke. His low, heavy voice quietly resonated.

 

— ‘Rose Hedge’ would be good.

 

It wasn’t the frivolous, light tone from before. Prim blinked at that solemn voice.

 

“The name of this fragrance?”

 

— Yes, I understand your heart. It’s a fragrance you made to protect him, isn’t it? Just as you’ve always wished.

 

“…”

 

While Prim, struck to the core, couldn’t answer, Varin deeply inhaled that fragrance and slowly bestowed his blessing.

 

Pale green particles sparkled and melted away as soon as they touched the bottle containing the fragrance.

 

— Enemy swords and rose thorns alike, things that would harm him shall pass him by and return to whence they came.

 

Prim let out a sigh-like breath.

 

Crossroads have multiple directions. Returning to where one came from was also one of the crossroads.

 

‘So that’s how you were able to turn back time.’

 

After a moment of reverent silence passed and all the light particles had settled, Varin’s voice, suddenly enlarged like a small bomb exploding, rang out with a clang.

 

— Amaz-ing! Incredible! Hah, I’ve been eating well consistently since the regression, but it’s been a while since I ate this well!

 

The solemn atmosphere from before disappeared completely, and Varin’s voice grew like victory fanfare. Prim drew a faint smile.

 

“Varin, did you like it?”

 

— It’s a wonderful fragrance!

 

As if Varin was dancing, cheerful percussion sounds and footsteps could be heard together.

 

Varin was in high spirits for quite a while before speaking.

 

— After you give it to your rose, how about letting Yulberon’s sword smell the fragrance too?

 

“To Sir Sebardo?”

 

— Haha! I wonder if they’ll know that Perum Rosa is in this? What will they do if they find out? They’ll come running in surprise, won’t they?

 

Varin’s voice was full of undisguisable smugness and the will to tease and provoke them.

 

“Well… um, Sir Sebardo has helped Rozien a lot both before and now, so I might be able to share it as a gift.”

 

However, Varin didn’t even pretend to listen to Prim’s words, getting excited about how surprised Yulberon’s believers and priests would be.

 

It seemed that having to borrow Yulberon’s power because there were no inquisitors following Varin had hurt the god’s pride.

 

‘Should I recruit a famous knight and make them Varin’s holy knight?’

 

Since Rozien would need to become a secular lord, he would indeed need several knights. If only Varin’s knights could use this ‘Rose Hedge,’ people might appear wanting to convert.

 

‘I should increase Varin’s number of believers too.’

 

Feeding only Varin fragrances by herself to fatten him up wasn’t stable. There needed to be a bigger temple, more believers and priests.

 

‘Once I pass the perfumer exam and start perfumery in earnest, I’ll find a way.’

 

In fact, until now she had been doing perfumery and offering to gods without qualifications, so she couldn’t spread word of her perfumery anywhere.

 

But once she passed the exam, everything blocking her path would disappear.

 

Now fragrance would become her true spear and sword.

 

Prim imagined that shabby temple in Sangbertal becoming larger and more luxurious, a great road being laid in this small village with people busily traveling on it, and them chanting Varin’s name before the crossroads.

 

— Now you’re going to take the exam, right? To Castellanza?

 

“Yes.”

 

Prim nodded.

 

— There’s no temple of mine there…

 

It wasn’t just that there wasn’t one there—there was only one here—but Prim didn’t say anything unnecessary and just comforted Varin.

 

“Please don’t worry too much. Others said they would help.”

 

— Alright, I understand. Now, my lily of the valley.

 

“Yes, Prim is here.”

 

Prim answered quietly. Light particles that Varin scattered fell onto Prim’s hair and melted.

 

— You were already the best perfumer, so you should be able to handle this exam easily, right?

 

“Well, I’ll have to take the exam to know that…”

 

— I really want to see this Varin’s believer pass in first place!

 

“I’ll do my best.”

 

— Your best isn’t the problem! The problem is yielding to other guys with thoughts like ‘I regressed so I should take it easy’!

 

“Ah.”

 

— Don’t yield even a little! If arrogant guys come at you, step on them all! Do you understand what I’m saying?

 

“Well… yes.”

 

— Make all the other guys cry and crawl over on their knees!

 

There probably wouldn’t be any reason for people to crawl on their knees to the first place winner just because they didn’t get first in the perfumer exam, but Prim nodded for now.

 

“I understand.”

 

— You said you understand.

 

“Ah….”

 

— No taking it back!

 

“But Varin.”

 

— Now! Go! Go and exalt this Varin’s name!

 

“Yes….”

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