The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 58

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 58

 

“Ah! I like it, I like it.”

 

“The name is ‘Rose Hedge.'”

 

Rozien’s face instantly flushed red as he fumbled around. Only after a long while did he finally calm down and catch his breath.

 

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll use it well.”

 

“Tell me when it runs out. I’ll make more for you.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

“Why?”

 

“What if I never use it all up?”

 

“Don’t you like it? Won’t you use it?”

 

“That’s not it, it’s just… it’s too precious…”

 

“I’ll keep making it for you, so what’s precious about it?”

 

“It’s not that simple! Prim, you don’t understand these things.”

 

“What don’t I understand?”

 

“People’s hearts! You dummy!”

 

Rozien exclaimed primly. Prim made an incredulous expression.

 

“I know them well too…”

 

However, no confident retort came out. She didn’t even know her own heart well, having only regretted after losing Rozien and coming all this way.

 

“I don’t know them… well, but still.”

 

As Prim hesitated, Rozien immediately burst into laughter. Fox Bell approached, hopping around, drawn by the fragrance.

 

— Achoo!

 

Then he immediately sneezed. Though Rozien worriedly tried to pull him away, as if he had only sneezed because it was his first time and unfamiliar, fox Bell charged at Rozien again.

 

Bell quickly became intoxicated by the fragrance, climbing up Rozien’s body and settling on his nape.

 

“Alright, I’ll use it well. I’ll use it up quickly and talk to you again.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Prim nodded. Rozien smiled broadly as usual, but that expression quickly became blurred.

 

With a face swept by indescribable emotions, he touched the perfume bottle several times.

 

“Thank you so much… I’m really happy.”

 

“Really?”

 

Slowly sinking to the floor and leaning against the bed, Rozien avoided Prim’s eyes and nodded. Prim gently stroked Rozien’s hair. The red-haired boy smelled of roses.

 

* * *

 

Sebardo, who had told Rozien to run a lap around the villa, plopped down next to Prim who was sitting in a chair.

 

In Prim’s hands was a small notebook. It was a notebook where Prim jotted down various perfumery ideas.

 

Sebardo unconsciously glanced at it, then belatedly realized this was something he shouldn’t peek at and hastily turned his eyes forward.

 

“I heard you said you’d teach Rozien all sorts of swordsmanship?”

 

“Is there nothing you two don’t talk about?”

 

Prim nodded.

 

Sebardo began chattering away, feeling like a tutor giving an honest report about the learning process to a guardian.

 

“Most of the time, teaching everything results in an inedible stew. But occasionally, there are those who extract only the essence from everything they see and internalize it.”

 

In fact, until now, he himself had been exactly ‘that kind of person.’

 

Senior knights were fed up with his talent, the Archbishop and Cardinals gladly cherished him, and Yulberon gave a divine oracle expecting great things from his future.

 

And looking at the boy, Sebardo understood for the first time what that fed-up feeling his seniors had mentioned was like.

 

“Was it too wasteful to teach just one thing?”

 

More precisely, it would have felt sinful to teach just one thing.

 

For fear of ruining that talent.

 

However, saying that much was somewhat embarrassing. Sebardo closed his mouth, then when Rozien came running back panting and was about to rest, he shouted ‘If you’re done resting, run another lap!’ to hide his embarrassment.

 

A very faint rose fragrance drifted past where the boy had glanced at him once and passed by.

 

Sebardo’s shoulders trembled slightly upon detecting that fragrance. He glanced at Prim.

 

At first, Sebardo wasn’t particularly surprised that the boy smelled of roses.

 

Honestly speaking, that boy was surprisingly clean. It seemed to rival the priests who served Alendia, the most pure deity of purification and disease.

 

‘It’s probably because of Prim.’

 

If someone with such sensitive olfactory senses was your childhood friend, anyone would have to wash several times a day to endure it.

 

At some point, the fact that the boy emanated a subtle rose-like fragrance only seemed fitting. It matched perfectly with the boy’s bright red hair and deep forest-like green eyes.

 

That fragrance was also directly created by Prim’s perfumery, and probably even had Varin’s blessing added to it.

 

It’s truly an amazing rose fragrance. Just like the Iron Rose Oath that they use.

 

To speak without reservation, even better than that…

 

Even when he thought that far, Sebardo didn’t know why he had thought of the Iron Rose Oath. Since rose fragrance meant only that to him, he naturally thought of it.

 

But as time passed, he felt something was strange.

 

How could he think it was somehow similar?

 

The rose absolute in the Iron Rose Oath is precisely the now-extinct Ferum Rosa absolute.

 

There’s nothing left in this world, only a very small amount remaining in the Temple of Yulberon, so how on earth?

 

“Prim, um, I’m just asking just in case.”

 

He recalled that unusually deep rose the boy and girl had brought from the Silver Aspen Forest.

 

He had thought all flowers were like that. He considered it one of the roses blooming everywhere.

 

But he felt like he had seen it somewhere before. Where on earth?

 

“The rose fragrance coming from Rozien, you made it for him, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“But that rose… you see.”

 

Sebardo asked even though he thought this was truly absurd.

 

“By any chance…”

 

There weren’t many people left who even talked about the now-extinct Ferum Rosa. He thought it would someday be incorporated into legends. He didn’t think this child would know the name of that rose, but he asked anyway.

 

“By any chance, Ferum Rosa’s…”

 

His words couldn’t even continue to the end.

 

Prim turned to look at him, closing her eyes and smiling. It was a smile from a girl who rarely showed her smiling face.

 

Sebardo’s mouth fell wide open.

 

“Really?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You mean that rose is really.”

 

“Yes.”

 

That rose you saw, that you brought back in armfuls, is really Ferum Rosa?

 

How did you recognize a rose that had been extinct and no one had ever seen?

 

How did you… how did you…

 

There’s no way that could be, no way that rose could really be…

 

His murmuring didn’t come out of his mouth, only echoing inside his mouth.

 

“I thought Sir Sebardo would notice.”

 

Prim said this while handing him a small bottle of fragrant oil she had prepared in advance.

 

The bottle was somewhat opaque. It was a fragrance not yet offered to anyone.

 

Sebardo’s hands trembled.

 

Logically, there’s no way that could be.

 

For so long, so many people couldn’t find it, yet to discover it in such an instant, for it to be made into fragrance materials and pass through a perfumer’s hands to reach him – such a thing couldn’t happen.

 

It couldn’t.

 

“And probably… Elector Gratia and Archbishop Ornella would be able to recognize it too.”

 

Sebardo unconsciously shot to his feet. His eyes flashed open wide.

 

Archbishop Ornella, the Gratia Radiant Elector who was both an archbishop of the Yulberon Order and one of the seven electors who select the Emperor, also held the weighty responsibility of managing the extremely small remaining amount of Ferum Rosa absolute.

 

She was also a perfumer qualified to create the Iron Rose Oath. It was far too heavy a name for a mere child to mention.

 

However, Sebardo couldn’t even reprimand her for carelessly mentioning the Elector’s name and swallowed dryly. Prim’s clear face, which showed almost no change in expression, just stared at him quietly.

 

It was as if she were testing him.

 

Are you doubting?

 

Would one who doubts be qualified to possess this fragrance?

 

Sebardo’s hand trembled as he carefully gripped the bottle like holding an egg.

 

However, the girl’s gaze didn’t carry such meaning.

 

“Thank you for guiding Rozien. So, um, it’s like tuition… Please try smelling the fragrance once.”

 

Mentioning the Gratia Elector was merely an oath that the fragrance was truly made from Ferum Rosa, and offering this fragrance was to show gratitude to a teacher who gives guidance to a friend.

 

“Tuition? You’re telling me to smell this, this right now!”

 

Sebardo let out what sounded like a low, suppressed scream.

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