The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 72

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 72

 

And before even one verse of the prayer could finish, light descended, and from across the confessional came the sound of a presence as a deep voice settled upon Prim’s ears.

 

The fragrance that had filled the confessional grew faint following that voice, then repeatedly filled again.

 

Prim held her breath and prayed.

 

‘…Levitia, Prim is here.’

 

— Do you know? Heaven has been quite amusing lately.

 

‘I wouldn’t know.’

 

The other party showed no great reaction to Prim’s words. However, she felt strongly the oppressive sensation of something enormous approaching, a suffocating feeling.

 

After a moment, she could breathe again.

 

— How strange.

 

‘What is?’

 

— Why does your path ahead have two roads overlapping? Is it because you are Varin’s lily of the valley?

 

Prim swallowed briefly. Even knowing that only she could hear such divine oracles, even knowing that Rozien could only watch without knowing anything, her heart sank with fear of being discovered.

 

However, Prim slowly steadied her breathing.

 

‘…Is that what you wished to say?’

 

— Hardly.

 

Levitia’s low voice grew even lower.

 

— Hmm, Varin’s lily of the valley. Are you not curious about the story of your fragrance?

 

‘Perhaps you do not find it pleasing?’

 

— How could I not find it pleasing? If so, how could I have made my voice heard?

 

‘Then I know that you are pleased with it.’

 

Varin had told her.

 

For a god to clearly convey their will to humans requires more power than one might think.

 

The very fact that Levitia could chatter about various matters rather than urgent business meant that this fragrance had given Levitia tremendous power and satisfied him greatly.

 

— Are you satisfied without hearing praise?

 

Moreover, Prim already knew Levitia.

 

He was generous yet strict, merciful yet cruel. Because he could see the future, he had no interest in anything other than the gears born with the power and talent to change that future.

 

‘You have already allowed me to know. So it’s fine.’

 

— Good. I am pleased.

 

With those words, the deep voice paused briefly. Then the fragrance that had filled this confessional vanished all at once, only beginning to slowly rise again after a moment.

 

The lamplight flickered, casting shadows in various directions.

 

Levitia’s deep and calm voice rang out again.

 

— The shadow of Demon Beasts will engulf the city where you are. That darkness will begin from the west, so I hope you will leave that place.

 

Prim’s eyes widened greatly.

 

After remaining motionless for a moment and barely managing to steady her breathing, Prim unconsciously looked to the side. Rozien, who had heard nothing, was looking at her with concern.

 

Prim turned her eyes back to the lamp. Her throat hurt as she swallowed dry saliva.

 

‘Has such a thing happened before?’

 

Had there been an incident where Demon Beasts occurred in such large numbers that they engulfed a city, warranting divine revelation, in the time she had lived through?

 

If such a thing had happened, the entire Empire would have been in uproar. No matter how young she was before age eleven, she couldn’t have been unaware.

 

‘Something that never happened has occurred.’

 

Prim unconsciously rubbed her temples before Rozien caught her hand. Only then did she calm down a little.

 

Rozien whispered as if asking. Are you okay? Prim could nod and even smile faintly.

 

Nothing had happened yet. No time headache had come either. But if she changed this future, how severe a time headache would she have to endure?

 

Just the thought made her feel as if the blood was draining from her hands.

 

However, Prim spoke.

 

‘When?’

 

— Before the full moon passes.

 

Prim quickly calculated the days. Less than ten days remained.

 

‘You don’t tell me to… protect the people?’

 

— Varin’s lily of the valley. You are merely beautiful, and merely create fragrances as beautiful as that, but you have no talent for protecting people, do you not?

 

‘…’

 

— Do you know how heartbroken Varin would be if you were broken?

 

‘…I know.’

 

At the same time, Prim realized.

 

Divine revelation about disasters requires tremendous power. While she always did her best to create fragrances, she was also aware that not every fragrance was great enough to warrant such divine oracles.

 

So how was such revelation possible?

 

Levitia hoped that Varin would not be hurt.

 

He was worried that Varin might be heartbroken if the human he had been paying attention to lately died, so he was giving this revelation.

 

Even consuming more than the power that could be gained from her fragrance.

 

‘Still, having received the revelation, I cannot abandon it.’

 

Prim conveyed this and unconsciously looked at Rozien.

 

The boy’s deep green eyes were staring intently at her.

 

If he knew this fact, he would surely try somehow to protect the people of this city. He was someone who couldn’t abandon weak and fragile things.

 

— That was not said with such intention.

 

That would be so. He had said he wanted her to leave this city.

 

‘Your children are here too.’

 

— If the future changes, then it is not revelation.

 

‘Your revelation was not a death sentence for them.’

 

It was only that Demon Beasts were heading toward this city.

 

— Hah, how impudent.

 

‘Varin likes that I am impudent.’

 

— How brazen!

 

The air trembled. Worry spread across Rozien’s expression. Prim shook her head with a faint smile, meaning not to worry.

 

‘And Levitia, do you not as well?’

 

He was Levitia of revelation and freedom. He loved those who were not swayed even within revelation, that dazzling light.

 

A beat later, Levitia’s voice was heard.

 

— …I understand Varin’s heart a little.

 

With those words, the bottle that had contained the fragrance became completely transparent and clear. Like a precious crystal bottle.

 

— To this fragrance, I shall bestow the power to perceive one step ahead.

 

Prim’s eyes widened.

 

One might wonder what use the power to see one step ahead could be, but in combat, it was literally a ‘divine blessing.’

 

Demon Beasts move at speeds unimaginable to ordinary humans, with power beyond their dreams.

 

Fighting them might feel as drawn-out as a siege, but it was only possible by making choices to overcome Demon Beasts with human bodies in every instant.

 

It was also a blessing that became more useful the higher the skill of the knight using it.

 

Even with his good relationship with Varin, to go this far.

 

While Prim was frozen in surprise, Levitia spoke for the first time with a slightly amused voice.

 

— Oh, Varin’s lily of the valley. No matter how great my affection for Varin, would I add blessings to fragrances as a bonus?

 

“…!”

 

Prim was twice as surprised as when her fragrance had received a blessing. Gods surely cannot read human minds, so how…?

 

— Do you think I read your mind? I thought you were clever, but now I see you have foolish aspects. Lily of the valley, do you not even look in mirrors?

 

“…”

 

Prim couldn’t even hide her slightly indignant expression. From beyond that confessional, she could sense an amused mood.

 

— Varin’s lily of the valley, it was good to see you. Indeed, you are worthy of Varin’s affection.

 

Those words also contained the cruelty of gods.

 

Saying it was good to cherish something worthy of Varin’s affection meant that cases where he judged something unworthy of such care were also presupposed.

 

If she hadn’t been worth cherishing, his laughing voice wouldn’t exist now.

 

— I hope you won’t be broken.

 

With those final words about enjoying a good fragrance after a long time, the god’s presence vanished as if washed away.

 

As the surrounding air became lighter in an instant, Rozien let out a light sigh of relief.

 

Prim stood there dazed for a moment, then extinguished the lamp. As the light faded, the confessional quickly grew dim with only faint smoke remaining.

 

Rozien asked.

 

“Is it all done now?”

 

Prim nodded her head.

 

“Wow, we should hurry and go. Will the Priest be okay? I wonder if that Bianna girl might kill him…”

 

Rozien spoke with exaggerated concern but didn’t ask what they had talked about, and carefully packed everything including the fragrance Prim had made into the pouch he had brought.

 

Then he handed the pouch to Prim and lifted her up in his arms.

 

When they opened the confessional door like that.

 

“…!”

 

“I-is it finished?”

 

Outside, Bishop Akan was sitting collapsed on the floor, looking up at them with a dazed expression. The Marseria Priest standing beside him waved awkwardly with a forced smile.

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