The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 75

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 75

“You’re busy, so just Bianna and I could go…”

“No.”

“No.”

The Marseria Priest and Rozien shook their heads simultaneously. The Marseria Priest, supporting her injured part from the fall with her hand, spoke with dignity and gentleness.

“Prim, why do you think I came here to Castellanza?”

“Pardon?”

“I came here because our Prim decided to take the perfumer exam. I came to be with you for your test. Nothing else takes priority over your matters. Now, don’t worry Prim, let’s all go to the examination hall together.”

Prim looked up at the Marseria Priest.

Despite her disheveled hair and torn clothes from rushing and falling, she somehow seemed to glow.

Prim squeezed her eyes shut once and opened them before saying.

“Then let’s change your clothes before we go, Priest.”

“Huh?”

“If we go like this, you might get punished for violating the dignity maintenance regulations.”

“Good heavens! How badly is it torn!”

The Marseria Priest panicked and hurriedly changed into fresh priest robes before coming out.

Thus, the four of them set off toward Prim’s third examination hall.

“Is everyone ready?”

With the disaster-like demon beast attack foretold, everyone stood with tense expressions before the finally opened third practical exam.

A divine revelation that demon beasts would attack within ten days.

Divine revelations are never wrong.

Then when exactly would “within ten days” be?

That alone was unknowable.

Mennellik had not agreed at all when talk of canceling the exam came up.

— What? Continue as planned… you say?

— Don’t we need to prepare various fragrances in large quantities anyway to prepare for battle?

— Ah? Well, that’s true, but.

— When talented perfumers are gathered together like this, is there any reason not to make use of them? I’ll change the content of the third exam. To ‘mass production of fragrances.’

That’s how the exam was decided.

Mennellik, standing before the people, spoke in a firm voice.

“You’ve already heard the story. The fragrance each of you will make and its formula are written in front of you. Just make large quantities as written and obtain automatic blessing. Those who obtain proper blessing will immediately pass the perfumer qualification exam.”

“Yes!”

It meant those who couldn’t make it properly would fail. Everyone was filled with tension and motivation, their eyes shining brightly.

With battle ahead, it was also an opportunity to immediately bring honor as a perfumer.

“Now! Let’s begin perfumery!”

Before starting perfumery, Prim smoothly avoided Mennellik’s gaze that was staring intently at her. Mennellik shook his head slightly.

News of Levitia’s great revelation had struck Castellanza, but there was no talk of who had received that revelation.

Everyone seemed to naturally assume that Bishop Akan of Levitia had received the revelation, but Mennellik had keenly noticed.

That Prim had indeed offered that fragrance to the god and received the revelation!

And naturally, if the priests were in their right minds, they would have brought all immunity rights to absolve her sins and heard that revelation.

And yet she brazenly came to take the third exam pretending to know nothing.

‘But this won’t be easy!’

When judging a perfumer’s qualities, Mennellik thought that intuition, inspiration, and brilliant talent weren’t everything.

And this exam would prove his thinking and show Prim a wider world.

Prim quickly surveyed the given perfume organ.

Fighting demon beasts was a long history of the Empire, and just as there were rituals according to revelations, the fragrances used to prepare for battle were also mostly predetermined.

Such as fragrances that rapidly heal wounds, sharpen swords, and make arrows hit accurately.

However, core fragrances like the above would be being made additionally by each temple right now, and what the perfumer applicants would make were less crucial ones.

Fragrances that calmly comfort anxious citizens, restore appetite, and help avoid nightmares were what they would make.

These historically old fragrances were gifts already left by ancient perfumers. While the perfumer applicants looked at and memorized the fragrance combination lists placed on their desks, Prim stared at the paper placed on her desk.

Unlike the long lists of others, exactly one line was written on that paper.

The very fragrance that received Levitia’s blessing

Since it was a fragrance that received blessing just days ago, it had never been used in major demon beast battles before, yet it was included here thanks to Mennellik’s pressure and support from Yulberon Temple.

Prim surveyed the necessary fragrance materials placed on her shelf. And there was also a bottle of water lily accord she had made over a week ago and sufficiently aged.

It was what Prim had left as a gift in Mennellik’s perfume laboratory. Considering the emergency, Mennellik seemed to have returned it.

Prim rolled up her sleeves and began perfumery.

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Conrad bounced around in the carriage almost like peas being roasted in a frying pan, grabbing onto everything he could hold in the carriage.

“I’m dying, ugh, dying, damn it!”

His bottom felt numb and seemed bruised. Conrad inwardly cursed his brother to death for not being able to speak in front of others and thus unable to come, then cursed his mother next for being away chasing after Elector Weiswald.

“Wouldn’t it, wouldn’t it be better if I didn’t go?!”

Aide Brigitte expressed admiration that her superior was making an objective judgment and answered.

“Oh, of course that would be true for the working staff, but you really, cannot, do that!”

“Damn it!”

Conrad, precisely Conrad Ernst Convallis, in other words the second son of Elector Castellanza Terezia Convallis, spewed curses from his mouth.

He bounced his bottom in sync with the carriage’s jolting and only chose silence after biting his tongue.

When he arrived in Castellanza, the city was truly in the midst of labor pains.

Count Beatrix Eisenfeld, the lord’s deputy and loyal vassal, was doing her best to protect Castellanza.

“Conrad! Have you come?”

“Count, who else would there be besides me?”

Conrad greeted Count Eisenfeld awkwardly while constantly rubbing his bottom. The Count quickly surveyed the surroundings.

“Where is Her Excellency the Elector?”

“She’s away chasing after Elector Weiswald. She said to tell you she trusts you.”

Count Eisenfeld, with her black hair tinged with gray twisted up, had bright eyes without any sign of fatigue.

“Conrad, I need you to change clothes and then help. Brigitte, you have something prepared, right?”

While Conrad lifted his silk shirt to look, Brigitte nodded. Conrad said with a smirk.

“Well, a trophy that speaks this magnificently and waves hands would be rare.”

“Conrad.”

Just having the Elector’s son stand at the front in splendid clothes and wave his hand would give people a sense of stability and boost the morale of knights and mercenaries.

That’s exactly why he had come this far.

And he had the appearance suitable for it. His pale cream-colored hair, sharp as a honed sword, had a cold luster, and his eyes were as green as fresh buds. Add to that a face that enchanted people of Bitrelia Islands regardless of age or gender.

‘If only he’d keep his mouth shut, he’d be perfect…’

Count Eisenfeld inwardly clicked her tongue. The first son of that house was troubled because he couldn’t speak, and the second was troubled because only pessimistic words came out whenever he spoke.

“Everyone expects your encouragement.”

“Not my encouragement, but Convallis’s encouragement. Well, I came to do everything without complaint. Even taking a carriage that wore out my entire bottom. But I came in such a hurry I couldn’t hear the details… there was a revelation?”

“…Yes, Levitia Temple did something. Before the full moon passes… no wait, let’s see. How many days have passed? Less than ten days left now. The story was that demon beasts would swarm from the west before ten days pass. The priests burst into the Lord’s Manor in the middle of the night to tell that story, and how shocked I was.”

Count Eisenfeld recalled Bishop Akan’s completely soaked appearance and the moment when sleep completely fled upon hearing the bishop’s words, shaking her head.

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