The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 80

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 80

Count Eisenfeld quickly erased the bitter expression that had momentarily appeared on her face, then struck Conrad’s waist hard as he wore a similar expression. Conrad stuck out his tongue and barely managed to fix his expression.

“Isn’t that Elector Gratia?”

A very elegant and noble white-haired elderly lady with somewhat disheveled hair was smiling as she descended from the carriage.

About ten years ago, it was precisely that Elector Gratia who had managed to defeat Elector Castellanza in the imperial election vote.

One was a secular lord, an Earth Elector, while the other was a Radiance Elector devoted to the clergy, so their relationship had been poor from before, but it had become unspeakably worse since then.

How had that Elector Gratia come all the way here alone? If Sebardo Rickhart were here, there would be nothing to fear, but still.

As murmurs spread, Elector Gratia introduced her companions with a wrinkled, noble smile.

“It’s been a long time, Count Eisenfeld. This is His Eminence Cardinal Rector, the Director of the Inquisition of Luminoxia Aila.”

“I meet Count Eisenfeld. May the blessing of justice be upon your territory.”

A priest in very modest attire with a stern and cold face nodded in greeting. Count Eisenfeld also knew well that old priest with his notably tall stature and long limbs.

‘That’s Yulberon’s mad dog. How did they end up coming together?’

“And this is.”

And the elderly gentleman beside them, dressed in wealthy and affluent attire with a mischievous smile, greeted them.

“Vittorio, Count.”

The old man with a slyly mischievous smile said while placing his hat against his chest.

However, Count Eisenfeld couldn’t even scoff at that excessively brief introduction.

There was only one person on this continent who could stand tall with just his name, Vittorio alone.

None other than Vittorio Alquezia, who could be called the continent’s greatest perfumer. He had been away from his perfumery and wandering for a while, but to see his face here!

He finished that brief greeting and suddenly held out the bag in his other hand to Sebardo. The faint sound of bottles clinking inside echoed softly.

“Use this effectively in the upcoming battle.”

“Oh, Master Alquezia. I gratefully accept!”

Sebardo didn’t decline and quickly received the gift.

And that news spread instantly. It’s a fragrance made by Vittorio Alquezia! A fragrance of Perfuma Etheria!

And all those voices gathered to become a tremendous roar.

— Wooooaaah!

Count Eisenfeld also felt somewhat relieved by the cheers that shook the air and the very ground.

“Thank you, Master Alquezia. And welcome, Your Excellency Elector and Your Eminence Cardinal Rector. However, I cannot leave my post right now…”

“Don’t worry, Count. This is an urgent moment, isn’t it? We’re grateful enough that you opened the gates for us when we came rushing here without prior notice. We’ll come to pay our respects as soon as the battle is finished. Where else would we have to go?”

Saying this, Vittorio readily kissed the back of Count Eisenfeld’s hand, which was covered in blood and sweat, then stepped back.

Elector Gratia smiled warmly and nodded in greeting.

“The three of us will be at the Temple of Yulberon, so I’ll pray for your good fortune in battle. May the light of justice also shine upon Prince Conrad.”

The three elderly men were about to board the carriage again. Just as Sebardo was about to arrange for other knights to escort them, Count Eisenfeld urgently shook her head.

Whatever their intentions, Elector Gratia had come to Castellanza. If anything happened to them here, how great and heavy would that responsibility be?

Moreover, Belklens were currently flying into the downtown area. The place that needed Sebardo Rickhart’s power was not here.

“Conrad! Go to downtown! Sir Sebardo, those Belklens are flying into downtown right now, so please, I beg of you!”

At the same time, Count Eisenfeld’s servant hurriedly brought two horses.

As Conrad and Brigitte, who was beside Conrad, both mounted their horses, Count Eisenfeld spoke forcefully.

“Tell the knights to roast all those damn crows from the temple’s bell tower! And light that incense we prepared! I don’t know how effective it will be, but there’s no time to delay!”

“Yes!”

At Count Eisenfeld’s shout, Conrad and Sebardo headed toward downtown while escorting the carriage.

However, the road there was already chaos. People who hadn’t expected so many magical beasts to break through the castle walls were frantically running here and there in confusion.

Conrad’s expression twisted. His family’s territory was becoming a mess. And Elector Gratia, Yulberon’s Cardinal, and a Holy Knight were witnessing this state.

“Earlier, the Count mentioned prepared incense. What is that?”

At Sebardo’s question, Conrad composed his expression again. Brigitte, who was following behind, fired a signal flare without delay.

A bluish flame shot high into the sky.

And immediately after, mist-like smoke began rising from deep within the alleys.

Besides screams, cries searching for children, and angry shouts, another sound reached their ears. Someone was shouting.

“Light the Guiding Light!”

Those dressed as apprentice temple officials lit incense burners installed throughout the alleys.

As strong winds blew with the magical beast attack, the fragrance spread throughout the alleys. In an instant, the entire city was filled with this ‘Guiding Light.’

“It’s said to be an incense that can help find the way, this time that…”

“Ah, so it’s Varin’s fragrance! To spread the Guiding Light throughout the entire city.”

For Conrad, it was a name from such distant memory that he was briefly searching his recollection, but Sebardo spoke up immediately.

‘Was it famous enough for Yulberon’s Inquisitor to know about it?’

And gradually the noise subsided. Conrad took his eyes off Sebardo and looked around the streets. He took a deep breath to savor that fragrance. His shaken heart calmed and he began to see the path he should take.

And it was the same for the people in the streets.

They stopped being swept here and there and began heading toward paths leading to sturdily designed evacuation shelters and temples.

It was a scene so wondrous it was like watching turbulent rapids swirling everywhere slowly settle and flow again in one direction.

Admiration filled Conrad’s eyes. It was an effort not to be swept away by this cheering and excitement.

“Huh… after all that boasting.”

“We should build at least one Temple of Varin, shouldn’t we?”

Brigitte muttered.

It was Varin’s sole remaining priest who had suggested preparing for emergencies.

— If a situation arises where we need to evacuate additional people, wouldn’t it become chaos?

Conrad was surprised upon hearing Varin’s name, thinking ‘There’s still a priest of that god left in this world?’

Naturally, with such a small following, they couldn’t have any voice in such situations, but it was a proposal that was accepted with strong support from the Temples of Yulberon and Levitia.

Brigitte whispered quietly.

“Young master, will you write an apology letter to that priest? Saying you were scared and agreed because he looked like a clear-eyed madman, but you’re surprised the incense is more effective than expected…”

“Quiet! Why would I write such a thing!”

Brigitte giggled and took hold of the reins.

Meanwhile, Elector Gratia asked Sebardo.

“This too was that child’s…?”

“That’s right. I saw them preparing it, but I didn’t know it would be used so effectively.”

“Now I have one more reason why I must meet them.”

Conrad furrowed his brow. Their suspicious conversation was strange. Had they come to meet someone?

Then Brigitte looked around and asked.

“Young master, aren’t you going to the bell tower?”

“There’s no need. Look at that.”

From the highest point in Castellanza, cannon-like arrows were already being shot out. And the Belklens hit by the arrows began to fall.

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