The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 84

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 84

Chapter 5: The Juniper Berries of Honingdal

Prim slowly opened her eyes. Her arms and legs ached as if all the energy had drained from her body, and her head felt hot and feverish.

Soon she heard a clattering sound from afar, and someone grabbed her hand. Prim drew a faint smile.

She couldn’t fully open her eyes yet, but she could recognize him by fragrance alone. A faint rose scent lingered.

“Rozien?”

There was no answer, but she felt him squeeze her hand tightly.

Soon a healer entered to check Prim’s condition again, repeatedly saying she was fine but needed to rest for a while before withdrawing.

Prim waited for the commotion to settle down and slowly sat up.

Rozien and Bianna were sitting beside the bed. Both had eyes reddened with tears. Prim awkwardly raised her hand.

“Uh… hello?”

“Hello?! You think you can just say hello?!”

Bianna shrieked, then remembering the healer’s words about ‘absolute rest,’ went to a corner and banged her forehead against the wall.

Rozien glanced at Bianna and turned his gaze to Prim. Then he carefully told her what had happened in the meantime.

“First, you collapsed. The healers said it was probably because the miracle was too great.”

“Ah…”

“And then… they’re going to build a Temple of Varin in the central plaza. The acting lord here says they’ll also renovate the temple and orphanage in Sangbertal.”

“A lot happened in the meantime.”

At Prim’s calm response, Bianna, who had been banging her head against the wall, walked over in her crooked posture.

“A lot? You think this is just ‘a lot’? This is tremendous, enormous! They’re building a new temple!”

“That… enormous things happened.”

Bianna tugged at her hair and looked at Rozien.

“She’s trying to drive me crazy, isn’t she? She’s doing this on purpose, right? Just because I bullied her once!”

Rozien pushed Bianna aside and continued speaking.

“And right now they’re having a victory party. During that time, people came from the neighboring village too. The lord from next door, some cardinal, and a famous perfumer are here.”

Prim tilted her head and figured out the identity of the neighboring lord. It was probably the Elector of Gratia Territory who came with Sebardo.

“Who’s the famous perfumer?”

“Uh… what was the name? Vittorio?”

“You don’t mean Vittorio Alquezia?”

“That’s right, that person.”

Prim’s eyes widened a bit more at the last story.

The twelve greatest perfumers on the continent are called Perfuma Eteria. However, not all twelve held the same reputation.

Vittorio Alquezia was truly a sacred existence. Recently he had been hiding and wandering, so almost no one had seen his face.

And in her past life…

‘We got along quite well.’

Some authorities act as if they’ll live forever. They struggle desperately to never let go of what they have, leaving the world without any proper conclusion.

But Vittorio Alquezia wasn’t that kind of person. He could see his own end and thought about what would come after.

He believed that Prim would be the one to continue that glory even after his finite time was over.

While Prim was thinking about Vittorio, Bianna raised her head again and spoke.

“Do you know how worried everyone was while you were unconscious?”

“Sorry…”

When Prim awkwardly apologized, Bianna grumbled again.

“I thought I was going to die from Rozien’s glare!”

At those words, Prim turned her head toward Rozien.

Rozien was quietly staring at Prim. He who had been strangely calm and composed while talking until now remained silent.

Only then did Prim notice that he was acting a bit strange.

“Sorry, Rozien. You were worried.”

Rozien crossed his arms unnecessarily and turned his head away, speaking bluntly.

“It’s not your fault, so don’t apologize.”

At those words, Bianna jumped up.

“Not her fault?! Obviously she collapsed because she insisted on walking to the central plaza! That long distance, in the middle of winter, barefoot and bleeding all over – how could a person not faint?!”

“No, no, Bianna. It wasn’t that bad.”

Prim hurriedly raised her hand to cover Bianna’s mouth while watching Rozien’s reaction.

But Bianna didn’t stop.

“What do you mean it wasn’t that bad? You were breaking out in cold sweat… hearing the sound of thorns piercing your flesh, and I was beside you, so much, so much…”

Bianna’s eyes turned red as she spoke heatedly. Soon tears welled up in her face as she glared at Prim.

Bianna roughly rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. But that didn’t make the tears disappear.

There had been times when she envied Prim’s curse.

Because of that curse, wasn’t she always held in someone’s arms, receiving all the attention, commanding others with her fingertips?

But that curse wasn’t actually so sweet.

Those long, blood-marked footprints…

Bianna shuddered as she recalled that sight.

She couldn’t do it herself. Even if she had to offer fragrance to God and pray to save the city, she didn’t think she could walk that thorny path bleeding all the way to that distant plaza. She would surely have collapsed halfway and burst into tears.

“Um, Bianna? I’m really okay now.”

Sniffle.

“What do you mean okay… Even if you go out to save everyone like that, does anyone even appreciate it? The nobles just have their parties among themselves, and they drag the priest who doesn’t want to go to that party too…”

“I was just trying to save you alone, so it doesn’t matter.”

The reason she had called forth the miracle at the central plaza, which wasn’t in the original plan, was mainly to get Bianna, who was right beside her, away from danger.

Of course, she had thought it would be better if a miracle spread throughout the city as a result, but that wasn’t the main purpose, so whatever the outcome, it didn’t matter much.

At those words, Bianna froze, and just as her lips began to move, there was a knock from outside the door along with a small cough.

— Um, P-Prim? Are you awake?

Priest Marseria asked in a breathless voice as if she had been running. Bianna said in surprise.

“You’re here already?!”

Bianna and Rozien got up and opened the door.

At the same time, a bustling sound like a swarm of locusts scattering echoed, and Priest Marseria entered with an awkward expression.

But that expression disappeared completely the moment she saw Prim awake. Priest Marseria ran to Prim’s bed, repeatedly stroked Prim’s cheek, and finally sniffled.

“I’m so glad you woke up safely, so glad…”

Prim saw that Priest Marseria’s eyes had become a bit firmer and leaned into her embrace with relief. Priest Marseria held Prim for a long time before finally letting go.

“Priest, what about the party? Is it okay for you to come already?”

At Rozien’s question, she nodded vigorously.

“Don’t worry! Everyone knows well who achieved this! And did you hear that you passed the perfumer qualification exam with top marks? That’s really wonderful!”

Prim just blinked as she listened to Priest Marseria’s rapid-fire words.

Looking closely, although Priest Marseria was dressed as usual, her hair was more neat and she wore a few more decorations. It seemed she had been attending the party.

But to think she would rush out of the victory party hosted by the Acting Lord of Castellanza upon hearing that one of the orphans had been hurt and woken up.

While wondering if she could become High Priest with such a soft heart, it also seemed like this good deed could sell well.

The story of a priest who doesn’t sing hymns before power but runs to a poor little lamb with nothing is always popular.

As long as they could hide the fact that this little lamb was a prospective perfumer who had performed a great miracle this time…

‘But has the story that I did it all really spread already?’

She was still a bit concerned since she hadn’t received perfumer qualifications yet, but Prim’s thoughts couldn’t continue long. Bianna had let out a shriek.

“Really?! This kid really became a perfumer now?!”

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