The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 57

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 57

 

He felt annoyed for no reason. No, what business is it of yours where I go!

 

But hadn’t he just recently decided not to say such things? Sebardo shook his head vigorously and just shouted.

 

“Argh, hurry up and come at me!”

 

“Then here I come!”

 

The boy charged forward fiercely as if he had never been grumbling.

 

The momentum was enough to surprise even Sebardo, who had been waiting. As their swords clashed several times, Sebardo was amazed once again.

 

The reason he hadn’t taught the basics from the beginning was because this boy didn’t need them.

 

The boy had already grasped those fundamentals when facing Baron Corvus, and last time, while sparring with Sebardo himself, he had figured out how to apply those awakened basics.

 

And now, the boy’s sword had become more refined. Those deep green eyes that could see through his swordsmanship after just two encounters were chilling.

 

However, the boy’s sword contained only the slightest trace of elegance, while the rest was vicious, rough, and desperate—like someone who had nothing left but death.

 

“Not bad!”

 

“Hup!”

 

Clang!

 

The swords clashed and then separated again.

 

He could soon understand the form of that thread-like elegance as well.

 

The only proper, formal swordsmanship Rozien had truly observed was Sebardo’s. Rozien had brought out the most graceful parts remaining in his sword.

 

For the first time in his life, Sebardo felt something like shame. He almost dropped his sword.

 

And when he felt the boy’s sword gradually being refined into a form similar to his own, Sebardo hastily stopped this sparring that wasn’t quite sparring.

 

“That’s enough!”

 

“Hup!”

 

The moment he said to stop, Rozien also tried to halt immediately, but the boy’s still immature body couldn’t fully follow his intentions.

 

Sebardo had to hastily deflect the sword that came in at an awkward angle, causing Rozien’s palm to tear slightly.

 

“Ah.”

 

Sebardo hurried over.

 

“Oh no! Kid, are you alright?”

 

“Huh? This is nothing. It’s because I couldn’t stop properly.”

 

“Hah. No, being able to react that much is already impressive. Sorry. I was startled and…”

 

Sebardo sighed while hitting his forehead repeatedly. Watching him, Rozien looked around.

 

“Oh my, what startled you? Did some bug appear?”

 

His tone was almost teasing. Sebardo raised his eyebrows.

 

“…Do you get startled by bugs?”

 

“Hmm, I don’t, but Prim does.”

 

“Oh, really?”

 

So even that calm little perfumer gets startled by bugs. And apparently Rozien catches all the bugs for her.

 

Sebardo filed away this new tidbit of knowledge and sighed while scratching the back of his neck.

 

However, he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘I was startled because you copied me too well.’

 

He had always taken pride in his swordsmanship. That’s why he had decided to teach that talented boy.

 

But when his swordsmanship was instantly overlaid on top of that genius, he felt a sense of crisis: ‘Is this really okay?’

 

Is it alright to spend that talent on this kind of swordsmanship?

 

Wouldn’t teaching better, more perfect swordsmanship be more fitting for that talent?

 

Sebardo was silent for a moment before continuing.

 

“There are various swordsmanship manuals, so let’s try learning a little bit from all of them. That would be better.”

 

“But earlier you said you wouldn’t teach me the basics?”

 

Rozien asked back while putting away the sword he had dropped. Sebardo frowned.

 

“Not everything I’m going to show you is exactly basics.”

 

“But is there a need to learn several different ones? Usually people only learn one type of swordsmanship, don’t they?”

 

“There’s nothing wrong with studying a lot.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“What. What are you suspicious about!”

 

Sebardo, feeling guilty for no reason, shouted. Rozien just shrugged.

 

“No, I believe and follow my master’s words.”

 

“Cheeky brat. When we get to Castellanza, we’ll be able to get various books. Until then, we’ll focus on physical training.”

 

“Understood!”

 

Rozien nodded enthusiastically with an amused smile.

 

* * *

 

Prim packed her belongings.

 

First, the guarantee letter written by Lord Sanbertal.

 

Lord Sanbertal had written a letter of sponsorship for Prim with his most precious remaining fountain pen. Prim read through the words written at the very end of that guarantee letter.

 

—By the recommendation and sponsorship of Count Sanbertal, vassal of Elector Terezia Convallis of Castellanza, I guarantee Prim and this journey of Prim’s.

 

Prim rolled up the guarantee letter carefully and put it in her travel bag.

 

Next, she neatly folded and packed the winter clothes he had given her. She carefully wrapped and packed the dried apricots she had received as a gift from Luciano, and also took the Ferum Rosa Absolute and Luna Ether she had made this time.

 

While other fragrance materials could be obtained anywhere, this absolute and Luna Ether were the only ones of their kind.

 

She packed a notebook with brief perfumery ideas and several chunks of Guiding Light, and finally put in the violet candy blessed by Curresen—now she was truly finished.

 

“Prim, have you packed everything?”

 

As she was looking at her open travel bag to see if she had missed anything, Rozien suddenly appeared near the doorway and poked his head in to ask.

 

Having just finished training with Sebardo, Rozien must have washed up as the ends of his hair were damply wet.

 

These days he was so absorbed in training to become a knight that he lost track of time. Even though he grumbled about it being difficult, Prim could see that he enjoyed it every single day.

 

“Huh? Yeah. Have you packed everything too, Rozien?”

 

“I don’t really have much to pack?”

 

Before Rozien could approach, Prim quickly hid the bundle of dried apricots under her clothes.

 

Her attachment to dried fruit, which she had barely managed to obtain and carefully rationed during difficult times, remained even as she aged.

 

Even when she became a great perfumer enjoying wealth and glory, she was embarrassed that her favorite snack was dried fruit, so Prim used to eat it secretly.

 

Meanwhile, the fox Bell who had followed Rozien hopped up and curled up inside Prim’s travel bag.

 

Rozien looked at the packed belongings spread on Prim’s bed with a strange expression.

 

“We have luggage now, don’t we?”

 

Wherever they went, they had wandered aimlessly empty-handed. Because they had nothing.

 

Prim smiled faintly.

 

To be precise, she had been empty-handed, while Rozien had luggage. Something he had named Prim.

 

Now that luggage would disappear. Less than a hundred days remained. Prim swallowed with her throat that felt a sharp pain, then took out what she had prepared.

 

“Rozien, take this.”

 

“Huh? What is it?”

 

“You know the roses we picked this time? I made this with them.”

 

Prim said this while holding out a glass bottle to Rozien.

 

Imbued with Varin’s blessing, the originally crude glass bottle was sparkling transparently and beautifully like a crystal bottle made by a craftsman.

 

Rozien blinked.

 

“For me? You’re giving this to me?”

 

“When I think about it, I’ve made fragrances and offered them here and there, but I never gave you one.”

 

Even when she held it out again, Rozien only stared at it. Prim hesitated for a moment, then carefully opened the lid.

 

“Rozien, your handkerchief.”

 

Even with his eyes wide open, Rozien obediently took out a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out as Prim requested.

 

Prim dabbed a small amount of perfume onto it.

 

“Here.”

 

She could see the blessing contained within the fragrance eventually enveloping Rozien. Rozien stared blankly at the handkerchief that had returned to his hands, then looked up.

 

“This smells exactly like when we discovered the rose vines…”

 

The rose fragrance was created using Ferum Rosa absolute, and the stem scent was rendered using black currant buds.

 

Cedarwood is one of the excellent fragrances that can describe a forest. To add a touch of the wild fragrance from when the fox appeared, she used just a tiny bit of vanilla and a hint of musk mallow. Finally, adding oakmoss as the base created a warm yet cool forest scent.

 

Prim looked down at the floor as she listened to Rozien’s words, which had perfectly identified the fragrance she had intended to create.

 

He had always known. What she was thinking, what she was doing, what she desired…

 

“…Do you like it?”

 

Rozien, who had been absently caressing the handkerchief, flinched and trembled his shoulders.

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