The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 78

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 78

Antien coughed as if he had choked on something, then quickly nodded his head.

“Unless the Cardinal Inquisitor of Luminoxia Aila comes personally, no one will say anything!”

“This is a fragrance blessed by Curresen. I named it ‘The Last Day of the Festival.'”

Antien blinked and stared at the fragrance without breathing. Prim paused briefly before adding.

“It has pain-relieving effects.”

“What…!”

At those words, Antien shot up from his seat. His eyes were wide with shock.

“This should help in the upcoming battle, right?”

As the bishop of such a vast territory, he knew all about fragrances with such great blessings.

But this was the first time he’d seen this one. So this girl must have newly created it.

“This too, surely you…”

Prim only blinked her eyes. Reading the affirmation in that gesture, Antien slumped back down heavily.

‘Oh, first sword of Yulberon. Please forgive me for doubting your judgment, even briefly.’

However, Prim’s pouch didn’t stop there. Prim pulled out another bottle.

“And this is a fragrance called ‘Rose Hedge.’ I once dedicated it to my friend. I thought it would be good for everyone to use this time.”

“Mm, by friend you mean that, Rozien? This one also received a blessing…?”

No way?

He felt like heaven and earth were turning upside down just from the pain-relieving fragrance, but when another fragrance appeared right after, his mouth went completely dry.

This small, tiny girl seemed to feel as towering as the cliff where Luminoxia Aila stood.

“Yes, this one was blessed by Varin. Enemy blades, rose thorns, all harmful things will be deflected and return to where they came from…”

“Good heavens! A blessing of retaliation!”

All for naught that he had just sat down, Antien shot up again, then seeing the bottle containing the fragrance shake in the process, he hurriedly grabbed it and sat back down hesitantly. His eyes spun in circles.

‘Oh, Lord Sebardo! Why didn’t you give me more of a hint!’

Now he felt like crying from frustration.

But this wasn’t the end.

Prim slowly drew in a breath and pulled out the last remaining bottle.

“This is…?”

Antien’s eyes widened slightly and his head tilted.

It was a familiar aura. Definitely a blessing of Yulberon.

What kind of Yulberon’s blessing could this be? As he stared at the bottle and pondered repeatedly, Prim spoke carefully.

“This is a fragrance that sharpens blades and gives the eyes to see justice and the courage to root out evil…”

“…”

Initially frozen, he shot up from his seat for the third time.

A fragrance that sharpens knights’ blades and gives the eyes to see justice and courage to root out evil.

It was none other than ‘Iron Rose Oath.’

A fragrance that, due to the lost Perum Rosa, could no longer be used except by the Highest Knights.

One bottle of it was sitting right before his eyes.

Bishop Antien’s mouth fell open.

Iron Rose Oath was certainly a fragrance that earned everyone’s respect due to its tremendous rarity, but it was also a fragrance that mocked Yulberon’s religious order.

What kind of religious order completely loses a flower nicknamed the heart of god? Could they be this incompetent and foolish?

Even if various misfortunes overlapped, it was a fatal blunder and shame for the religious order.

This small child had brought up that name. Antien’s dry cheeks trembled.

“…That fragrance is strictly managed within the religious order, so you wouldn’t have even had a chance to smell it…”

The formulas for such historically significant fragrances were treated as open secrets, but that didn’t mean one could easily access those formulas.

“Lord Sebardo has used that fragrance before. When he was exterminating magical beasts in Sangbertal.”

“That fragrance contains an absolute that has already disappeared from the world! Since our religious order doesn’t export it either, no one can ever again…”

“Yes, I found the Perum Rosa.”

Prim said calmly.

Antien’s wide-open eyes grew as large as they could possibly get. Even though he heard something absurd, no scoff came out, and his hands just trembled as if he couldn’t believe it.

It was because of his intuition that those words weren’t lies.

But then why?

Countless faithful believers of Yulberon were wandering in search of that rose. Right now, even.

But why was the miracle of finding that rose granted to this insignificant orphan girl instead of those devout believers…

Smack!

Suddenly, Bishop Antien struck his own cheek hard. Both Prim and the Marseria Priest’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Wh-what are you doing…?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Antien hurriedly shook his head, feeling his burning cheek and split lip.

He had been arrogantly acting as if the glory of finding the rose that had disappeared from the world was permitted only to them as a reward for their faith, and looking down on the other party for having nothing, so he felt like he deserved two or three more slaps.

To be shaken this much just from seeing a treasure showed his cultivation had been woefully inadequate.

Antien made the holy sign and muttered an apology before barely managing to speak.

“Is that truly the Iron Rose Oath? And how did you, of course you said you’d smelled the fragrance before, but still, how did you manage this…”

Antien, with a handprint on his cheek, asked. Both Prim and Marseria couldn’t take their eyes off his face as they barely managed to speak.

“Uh, well… I can recognize any fragrance once I’ve smelled it. Bishop Antien, are you really okay?”

“I’m, I’m fine. But, hah, what kind of person has such an absurd ability, where… where…”

Antien’s hollow laugh slowly faded away.

It was because the results of the perfumer qualification exam, the second practical test, came to mind.

The fact that blessings had already begun to settle on Prim’s fragrance as soon as the third practical test ended, and that Mennellik had already said “Congratulations on becoming a perfumer” when this child left the examination hall, was a story that had spread among all the influential figures in Castellanza.

At the same time, Prim’s first and second test results also became the subject of gossip. According to someone’s secret investigation, Prim had gotten perfect scores on both.

Perfect scores.

When they said perfect scores, he had naturally thought Prim had simply come in first place, but the two weren’t the same thing.

It didn’t mean the person who got the most answers right, but that she had gotten every answer correct…

“Still, still this is.”

That Perum Rosa appeared before a girl born with genius perfumery talent but unfortunately entangled with heretics, and that Yulberon Inquisitors came charging in to deal with those heretics and smelled the Iron Rose Oath, leading to her creating this fragrance, was too…

“Bishop.”

The Marseria Priest carefully took the bottle from Bishop Antien’s hands and called to him as he brought it back. Antien’s hand stopped in mid-air.

The Marseria Priest smiled gently and spoke slowly.

“We knew there would be misunderstandings and hatred. Even so, we brought this out to save and bring joy to as many people as possible.”

“…!”

“When light shines down, shadows are created. But Bishop, isn’t it our duty to drive away that darkness?”

Just as he had struck his own cheek.

Bishop Antien pressed his eyes tightly. After a long while, with a choked voice, he barely managed to say.

“Please forgive me for… showing such disgraceful behavior.”

Bishop Antien didn’t make excuses about what meaning this fragrance held, how shocked he should be about the formula leaking out, or what these people had done.

Prim could have chosen not to, but she did.

“I know, and I also believe. Even without smelling the fragrance.”

Sebardo Rickhart, who had earnestly requested that this Varin priest and orphans be treated well, had left them at Yulberon’s temple and then rushed off somewhere like a puppy with its tail on fire.

Now he knew where he had gone. He had surely rushed to Elector Gratia, to Archbishop Ornella.

Because the Perum Rosa had appeared again!

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