The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 71

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 71

“Y-yes, I agree with that. But children, why didn’t you try to tell me about this?”

“Pardon…?”

“Varin gave you a divine oracle too, didn’t he? Prim, I already know your talent, and with Varin’s oracle on top of that, I naturally would have helped you.”

“But since it would be breaking the law, I thought you’d say no…”

“Oh, Prim. That’s not what’s important here.”

That wasn’t important?

Prim just kept gulping nervously. The Marseria Priest’s eyes were gleaming brightly.

Prim, feeling somewhat intimidated, tried to lean back, but the Marseria Priest gripped her shoulders.

“Prim, I can see that it’s my fault for not giving you faith in me. So I won’t scold you anymore. No, you should be the one scolding me.”

“Please don’t say that. I was the one who did wrong…”

“Then from now on, make sure to tell me when something like this happens. I’ll help you no matter what.”

“…Really?”

When Prim asked back like that, the Marseria Priest nodded firmly.

“But! Rozien.”

This time the arrow turned toward Rozien. Rozien’s shoulders flinched.

“Yes, Priest.”

“You always try to do whatever Prim wants, but sometimes you need to stop her too. At times like this, you should tell an adult.”

“…”

“I know that among the adults you’ve encountered, there were more untrustworthy people than… trustworthy ones. I know you couldn’t rely on those people. But you don’t need to solve everything just between yourselves.”

“…I understand.”

Rozien nodded with an awkward smile. The Marseria Priest knew her words hadn’t reached deep into the boy’s heart, but she didn’t push for more.

“Lastly, Bianna.”

Next, she turned her eyes toward Bianna, who was quietly holding her breath.

“Yes, Priest. Bianna… is here.”

Bianna, completely deflated, barely managed to answer. The Marseria Priest let out a short sigh and patted Bianna’s shoulder.

“You must have had a hard time trying to stop Prim and Rozien.”

“…”

Bianna, who had expected to be scolded, opened her eyes wide. The Marseria Priest stroked Bianna’s head once and looked back at Prim and Rozien.

“A friend who knows how to stop you at important moments is precious.”

Bianna squirmed a little. Her embarrassed expression was obvious. Having finished the appropriate mix of scolding and praise, Marseria said lightly.

“Then let’s get ready to go.”

“What?”

“We have a proper reason to go, so we should go!”

The Marseria Priest showed enthusiasm. Rozien blinked and looked up at her.

There was fire in the Marseria Priest’s eyes.

“The law that only those with perfumer qualifications can offer fragrances exists because they’re worried that unqualified people offering fragrances might create darkness.”

“Ah, y-yes, that’s right.”

“But our Prim already has a record of making fragrances blessed by Varin, doesn’t she? Since Varin has the same status as the other twelve gods, naturally if Varin has acknowledged her, then Prim has perfumer qualifications too. Right?”

“That’s… right.”

“It’s just that human law is one step behind, so there are unavoidable parts, and avoiding that isn’t evil but clearly good.”

“That…”

“Now, let’s get our coats!”

In an instant, the three children bundled up in winter coats and wrapped scarves around themselves.

Just before secretly leaving the Yulberon Temple Lodging, Rozien and Bianna, who had been pondering for a moment, whispered quickly to each other. When Bianna got slightly heated, Rozien shook his head and gestured with his hands. Eventually Bianna nodded.

“Priest, how about Bianna waits here? If we can’t make curfew, she can open the door for us.”

Bianna, who would be left alone, had a somewhat disgruntled expression but nodded. Rozien added.

“Since you’ll be with us too, Priest, we could stay outside in an emergency… but it would still be better to come back here if possible.”

The Marseria Priest, holding Prim, looked at Bianna with a tense expression.

“That seems right. Bianna, I’m asking you. But don’t overdo it.”

Bianna said with a disgusted expression.

“What I hate most is overdoing things.”

The Marseria Priest almost smiled.

Before the incident with Baron and Baroness Corvus, Bianna always tried to say only what others wanted to hear. Like a perfectly good child drawn in a picture. She knew Bianna desperately believed that would make her loved.

But recently, Bianna seemed to care much less about how others would see her.

“Now, let’s go!”

Rozien had an expression that said ‘Is it right not to stop this…?’ but soon resolutely steeled himself and followed.

Outside, winter sleet was falling. The Marseria Priest wrapped Prim more tightly and wound Rozien’s scarf around one more time.

“When we arrive, I’ll draw attention, so Rozien, you take Prim then.”

When they arrived in front of the temple, the Marseria Priest handed Prim over to Rozien. Tension appeared on the Marseria Priest’s face as she carried out the espionage operation.

The temple serving Levitia of revelation and freedom was more dreamlike than other temples. It was also one of the places that kept the temple open until the latest hours of the night.

‘Varin said we could just go, so I came, but…’

Prim felt around the bottle in her arms and looked around. Two children and one priest slipping into the temple under cover of night didn’t attract much attention.

Once inside, candles placed here and there were burning dimly. On top of that, several believers were quietly seated and praying.

‘There are this many people even at this hour?’

The Marseria Priest suddenly let out a short sigh of envy. Varin’s temple couldn’t keep candles lit for believers who might never come. Not only were there no candles, but there were no believers who might come at unknown times.

It was when Prim was conflicted, feeling that if they waited for all those praying people to leave, dawn might break.

Someone approached from behind them. Rozien was the first to turn around quickly. It was a priest of Levitia.

“How did you three come to be here…?”

“Ah! Hello. I’m Marseria, and I’ve been staying nearby and came to pay my respects after hearing of this temple’s reputation.”

“What? Ah, I’m called Akan. As you can see, I serve Levitia. But you three are…?”

“I have something I’d like to ask about – could we talk for a moment? Our temple is so small that we don’t even have anywhere to seek advice.”

The Marseria Priest moved close to him and started talking.

“I came all the way to Castellanza with an applicant because of this perfumer qualification exam…”

She preemptively brought out the excuse she had planned to use if the temple asked what brought them there.

Bishop Akan nodded with a somewhat bewildered expression and began listening attentively to Marseria’s words.

Meanwhile, Prim and Rozien discreetly disappeared while pretending to look around the temple.

“Where should we go?”

Rozien said while looking around. Prim considered the spaces that might be in the temple and saw a sign.

It was a notice saying the confessional closed at eight in the evening.

“The confessional would be good.”

Since it was now past nine at night, there would be no one near the confessional.

No one appeared while they walked down the long corridor. Rozien and Prim looked at the confessional sitting there alone, checked their surroundings, then quickly went inside.

Since confessionals are usually made for one person to enter, when the two children in thick winter coats went in, it was completely full.

“There’s no one on the other side.”

Rozien looked beyond the partition and said. Prim nodded and took out the bottle with fragrance, a lamp, and a water bottle from her arms in order.

She lit the lamp and placed a water bowl on top of it with water. It was difficult to do while wearing thick clothes, but manageable.

When the water was sufficiently heated, Prim dropped a few drops of the base she had made into the water bowl. Soon thick fragrant smoke rose up.

Prim clasped her hands together and glanced at Rozien. Rozien, as if he had been waiting, recited Levitia’s prayer.

“Um, Levitia who sees the light beyond the mist and sees the shadows beyond the darkness…”

“Who sees the light beyond the mist…”

— Oh, Varin’s lily of the valley. Have you finally come?

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