The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 62

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 62

The perfumer exam is no easy task. Naturally, the written test also boasted considerable difficulty. For a young child, just making them read through these lengthy problems would be a harsh ordeal.

Even properly educated adults often couldn’t write answers. Not being able to fill out the answer sheet was itself a source of wounds, so how much more so for a young child? The proctor passed by the girl’s side with sympathy.

‘Poor thing… huh?’

The exam supervisor who had been about to naturally pass by stopped without realizing it.

The small girl was writing continuously without rest. It seemed like her writing speed was faster than her thinking speed.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she wrote down answers one after another, and finally the girl finished writing all her answers and put a period.

The girl who checked her completed answer sheet front and back quickly became indifferent. As if she had finished all her work after confirming nothing was missing.

‘Ah, she must have just written anything?’

But even if she wrote anything, could she write like that? Even writing a diary alone at midnight, she probably couldn’t write so smoothly.

And his incomprehensible hope was quickly shattered.

Were there really that many types of magical beasts that scratch agarwood to change resin? Did she just write down all the magical beast names she could think of? But could she write such detailed characteristics?

Below that, the characteristics of various fragrance materials and extraction methods that the exam asked about were written concisely but clearly. It could be taken as is and used as educational material for fragrance instruction.

The proctor who had been reading the child’s answers as if entranced made eye contact with the girl and was startled, hurriedly turning his head away.

And he noticed that everyone was glancing at this girl. Not with the intention of stealing answers from her answer sheet.

While everyone was busy agonizing over writing answers with every moment precious, they couldn’t help but glance at this barefoot girl who alone wrote answers continuously without hesitation, doubt, or worry, then put down her pen after placing a period and just swung her legs.

At first, all the applicants laughed at that child.

A parish of a forgotten god barely managed to select one person to take this exam, and it was such a young orphan?

What a waste of an exam paper!

But when they actually looked closely, wasn’t it a bit different from what they thought?

‘Could she have finished everything?’

‘She probably just wrote what she knew and stopped…’

‘But why is the proctor acting like that?’

Everyone felt strangely anxious and tried hard to focus on their own answer sheets. The quiet exam time felt strangely bustling.

Prim turned her head toward the window. Even though it was a window, all she could see was the desolate garden scenery. When even looking out the window became boring, someone stood up from their seat for the first time.

Prim raised her head and observed the person. It was a blonde boy of about sixteen or seventeen with a cold expression.

At first Prim stared blankly, but eventually recognized who it was.

‘Ah, Julian… Julian something.’

He was always called just Julian, so she couldn’t remember his surname. But he was one of the few perfumers who didn’t cry or run away under her. Though she often scolded him for being stubborn and whiny, his skills were good.

He walked out briskly, submitted his exam paper, glanced at Prim once, then went outside.

Soon another person followed and stood up. This one had calm brown hair. He seemed a few years older than the boy who left first, but even so, he belonged to the very young group in this examination hall.

That young man also glanced at her once, then submitted his exam paper and left the examination hall.

‘Huh? That’s Masinisa.’

She could recognize him because his known face and current expression were exactly the same. Prim became a little pleased to discover the second perfumer who hadn’t cried or run away from her side.

She should have looked around earlier.

‘Anyway, I should be able to leave soon.’

Though it was hard to understand why the exam time was so long, Prim thought that since two people had stood up, others would now submit their answers in turn and the exam would end soon.

And throughout the entire long exam period, Prim learned that her thoughts were wrong.

‘What? Why isn’t everyone leaving? What are they doing? Is there more to write here?’

Since it was an exam, she couldn’t peek at what others had written, so Prim tried hard to imagine based on their groaning sounds and the tapping sounds of writing.

But no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t understand why they were sitting in this examination hall for so long agonizing over answers.

In the end, Prim could only leave in Rozien’s arms after the proctor personally collected her exam paper, and only after the last person had almost had their exam paper snatched away and submitted.

While the Marseria Priest and Rozien remained quietly silent, only Bianna asked questions without hesitation.

“So how was the exam?”

The Marseria Priest and Bianna, Prim and Rozien had gathered together in one place.

On the dining table, food from famous bakeries and restaurants that the Marseria Priest had bought while waiting for Prim’s exam to end was waiting for them. It was a celebration for Prim’s first exam ending safely.

“Hmm…”

Prim drew out her words briefly while breaking bread in half.

“Since it’s the first hurdle, it seemed like they made it easy so we could take it enjoyably.”

“Was it easy?”

“Oh my. Was it?”

The Marseria Priest blinked.

‘This written exam seemed difficult… did I get it wrong?’

It seemed like there were people coming out crying from other examination halls, but was that her mistake?

However, the Marseria Priest thought Prim’s account would be more accurate than her own, having never seen the exam questions.

“Hmm. You just solved everything smoothly by yourself, wasn’t it actually difficult?”

Bianna furrowed her brow and spoke pointedly. Prim shook her head as if it was nonsense.

“No, there can’t be anyone who couldn’t solve this.”

“It was that easy?”

Bianna furrowed her brow.

To believe those words at face value, even when Prim taught her fragrance extraction methods, Prim had said ‘there’s no way a human couldn’t do it.’

How difficult that had been!

“Whatever the case, if it’s easy that’s good! Prim will definitely pass, right? They say successful candidates will be announced next week, so we can breathe easy until then.”

The Marseria Priest smiled brightly. Bianna thought ‘that doesn’t make sense…’ but didn’t nitpick further and asked while eating bread.

“What comes up in the practical exam?”

“They give you one perfume, and you have to make the exact same thing.”

“Isn’t that incredibly difficult too?”

“No, that’s also something everyone just does if they’re going to become perfumers. It’s not very difficult.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you just smell the fragrance and figure out what scents are made how.”

“Then can you tell what this bread is made of? Just by smelling?”

Bianna picked up the white bread with a few herbs that she had been eating and asked. Prim nodded.

“Yeah, that bread has flour from Solevante, sugar from the Sephir Islands, well water purified from the Alendia Temple well, salt from the northern Weissvalt Salt Mine, and a tiny bit of clary sage from Praten, plus dried rosemary that grew randomly around here.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

When the atmosphere became a bit strange, Prim looked at the bread again.

“Really. It’s good bread with nothing strange in it.”

“That… no, I understand. So all perfumers can do that kind of thing?”

“Yeah, this is normal.”

Bianna glanced at Rozien.

Really? Everyone just does this much?

Rozien understood what Bianna’s gaze meant, but only moistened his dry lips. Would he have met other perfumers either?

However, even if our child seems to have genius-level talent, it’s a bit awkward to rashly assert ‘You’re special, you’re different from others!’

Rozien decided to just agree with Prim’s words.

“Hmm… I guess everyone normally does that.”

Prim nodded. Though some doubt remained, their modest evening dinner was very enjoyable.

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