The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 73

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 73

“No, from what I hear, you were waiting for us…”

The Marseria Priest said, dying of embarrassment.

After struggling to block their view from the front and chattering away, when Bishop Akan finally got a chance to speak and barely managed to start with ‘I, I was trying to say we were waiting…!’, the Marseria Priest couldn’t help but turn bright red as well.

Prim let out a short sigh.

Varin had said everything would be resolved once they came to the temple, so she should have expected some arrangements to be in place.

The faces of the three who belatedly realized all their intelligence operations were useless were flushed with shame, but Bishop Akan alone seemed to feel no embarrassment as he barely managed to stand up with a serious expression and asked.

“Don’t tell me you… heard a divine oracle?”

“Mm.”

Rozien pulled Prim closer for now. But that ambiguous silence was itself an affirmation.

Moreover, Bishop Akan hadn’t asked without knowing either. He had served Levitia all his life and had also heard the oracle to welcome guests.

He could fully sense that someone right in front of him was hearing His oracle.

“I can tell He conveyed lengthy words to you. How… how… No, how on earth…”

Rozien looked at Prim. At his questioning gaze asking whether to speak, Prim nodded and said.

They didn’t have the luxury of going to prison right now.

“Are you planning to report us?”

“Wh, what?”

Bishop Akan suddenly stumbled and nearly fell over his priest robes. He surely would have if the Marseria Priest hadn’t caught him.

Bishop Akan, clutching his back, looked at Prim, then at the confessional the boy and girl had visited.

And even at the fragrance that had spread from that confessional.

“Divine revelations are sometimes difficult to understand with human eyes and intellect, and one must not discuss sin before such revelations.”

In other words, he would grant immunity regardless of what had happened or what they had done.

Prim spoke calmly.

“Levitia gave us a revelation. She said demon beasts will swarm this city soon. Within ten days.”

“…”

Bishop Akan stood with his mouth open, only blinking his eyes.

Divine revelations cannot be deceived or fabricated. Those who speak false revelations receive divine punishment on the spot.

After a long silence, the priest finally asked.

“Within ten… days?”

“She said precisely before the full moon passes.”

“Ah…”

Though this was also the first time the Marseria Priest was hearing this story, he was calmer than Bishop Akan. Since retrieving Prim and Rozien from the Silver Aspen Forest, the Marseria Priest had nothing to fear.

“Bishop Akan, we should inform the lord of Castellanza and prepare for what’s coming.”

“Ah!”

“And, we have a curfew.”

“Ah…?”

Bishop Akan, who had been continuously making ‘ah’ sounds, moved his lips. The Marseria Priest looked outside and somewhat urgently picked up Prim. Rozien stood on his tiptoes to adjust the scarf around Prim’s neck.

The Marseria Priest spoke quickly, seeming slightly anxious.

“We’re currently staying at the Yulberon Temple lodging. We’ll contact you again tomorrow. May we go ahead and leave for now?”

Bishop Akan watched the backs of the boy and girl, and the Marseria Priest as they hurriedly departed, leaving only those words behind.

The three people muttered things like ‘We’re really in big trouble, Bianna’s going to pull all our hair out.’ ‘As long as we don’t get caught, having some hair pulled is fine.’ ‘Bianna isn’t that kind of child…’ as they rushed out of the temple.

Bishop Akan stared blankly at the confessional, then hurriedly made the holy sign and chased after the girl and boy, but the three had already disappeared into the night’s snow fog.

Bishop Akan headed to the bell tower, reflecting on their words about staying at the Temple of Yulberon.

Soon, the sound of bells calling all priests of the Temple of Lebitia rang out.

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When the three returned quietly and secretly, the Temple of Yulberon was shrouded in silence.

At least the lodging area had some guests still awake, so slight noise could be heard from there. Rozien, who had crept to the side door they had found earlier, knocked on the door as signaled: knock knock, knock, knock.

Soon there was a rattling sound followed by a creaking scream from the hinges.

The now pouring snow barely swallowed the noise from the hinges. Rozien and Prim both let out sighs of relief as they entered the building side by side.

Even though it was the humbly arranged temple lodging, it was much warmer than outside. Prim and Rozien sighed in relief at the warmth, shook off the snow, and looked at Bianna.

“Bianna, thank you. You waited a long time. Hey, it’s cold. Hurry…?”

“…”

But upon seeing her face, Bianna, who they expected would scold them like catching mice for being so late, just stood there awkwardly.

At the same time, Prim squeezed her eyes shut and said in a small voice.

“Bishop Antien…”

Prim’s voice scattered and a long shadow smoothly fell from behind Bianna.

Both Rozien and the Marseria Priest gulped down dry saliva.

Antien, the bishop of Yulberon Temple who appeared from the darkness, was glaring down at the three with wide eyes.

Bianna whispered quietly.

“Sorry, we got caught…”

Bishop Antien of Yulberon Temple located in Castellanza had been keeping a close eye on the guests Sebardo Rickhart had left behind.

It was a strange combination of one priest and cardinal of Varin who had no temple to stay in other cities, plus three orphans, but since there were Sebardo’s strict orders that weren’t quite orders, it was natural to pay attention.

Yulberon’s most cherished sword would have his reasons.

But for even that priest of Varin to try sneaking in and out together, breaking curfew!

“What on earth is this about! Sneaking out past curfew and then trying to sneak back in! Even with Priest Marseria!”

Five people gathered in Bishop Antien’s office. More precisely, four were sitting and one was standing.

Bishop Antien stared intently at the Marseria Priest to confirm how this incident happened and who led it.

“How could you so recklessly break the rules on such a snowy, deep night, even taking the children! What if something serious had happened! No matter how much the children begged, you as a priest should have disciplined them to follow the rules!”

“I’m, I’m sorry, Bishop Antien.”

“Bishop Antien, actually I…”

Rozien started to speak but Bishop Antien raised his hand.

“Rozien, you stay quiet. I know you always protect Prim, but now is not the time to step forward.”

Bishop Antien looked at Rozien with stern eyes. Because he immediately mentioned ‘Prim’, Rozien gulped.

They had been staying here for several weeks now, which was enough time for Bishop Antien to know their temperaments.

His gaze that silenced Rozien landed precisely on Prim.

Antien had long since figured out that this quiet, well-behaved-looking girl was the core among them.

The Marseria Priest only showed madness enough to threaten people with authority when the children’s matters were at stake, Rozien’s enthusiasm was all connected to Prim, and Bianna was pitifully being led around by Prim due to her good nature.

Prim took a moment to steady her breathing and said quietly.

“Priest, I’m sorry. We went to the Temple of Lebitia.”

“Levitia? No, it’s not like we forbid you from going to other temples just because you’re staying at ours, so why now…”

Bishop Antien stopped mid-sentence.

The four people’s mouths clamped shut like clams.

From this group, especially from Prim and Rozien, came a beautiful and rich fragrance he had never smelled before.

Bishop Antien’s mind worked busily. After a long while, he answered.

“I won’t ask about any wrongdoing, so tell me. You didn’t kill anyone somewhere. You must have done perfumery and made an offering without even having perfumer qualifications yet, but I won’t blame you for something that didn’t happen in our temple.”

“…”

Prim’s clear light green eyes stared straight at him. Bishop Antien nodded repeatedly.

“Really.”

“Once I start the story… first, Varin gave us a divine oracle.”

“What…?”

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