The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 89

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 89

It was a fairly famous and renowned workshop in the area, so it was quite an achievement for someone of common birth like him to enter.

“I heard they exploit their apprentices there. Ask Uncle Luciano to look into it in detail.”

Masinisa was bewildered by the sudden flood of information, then felt his breath catch.

He had been relieved thinking his career path was all set, but suddenly hearing such unexpected words made anger flare up in his heart.

“Originally, when working as an apprentice in a workshop, you do such… menial tasks and various jobs. It’s the price for learning something from seniors and masters. You can’t just gain knowledge for free.”

“Even stealing formulas?”

“That’s not what it’s about. Of course it’s about helping each other, and I’ll gain knowledge too…”

“Well, I’ve said my piece. If you still want to go, then go.”

“No, hey, what’s that supposed to…”

“Just ask Uncle Luciano to look into it and then decide, right?”

Of course, Masinisa also knew that was the most reasonable approach. Luciano, his patron, was a generous person who would surely understand if he expressed his concerns.

However, like someone who had received criticism—or something close to it—right after exchanging simple greetings, he burned with the desire to enter Angelkaras Workshop and prove firsthand just how amazing they were. He wanted to shout that her insinuations were wrong.

But Prim didn’t notice Masinisa’s thoughts.

“Julian could look into it too.”

“Me?”

“Julian found out my score too.”

“No, that was… Right! What’s the point of connections? I’ll look into it for you!”

Naturally, it was better to be someone who could easily find out such things and even check whether a peer’s job placement was decent, rather than being the creepy person who had painstakingly dug up exam scores of fellow test-takers.

Julian patted Masinisa’s back heartily as if doing him a favor. Caught in the middle, Masinisa asked with an incredulous expression.

“That’s fine for me, but what are you planning to do from now on, young master?”

“Me? I’m going to catch up to this guy!”

“Me?”

“Prim?”

Prim and Masinisa looked at him. Julian puffed out his chest and nodded with his chin raised.

“That’s right, I’m thinking of retaking the perfumer exam next year! I’ll also pass with perfect scores, first place like you…”

“Why?”

Prim tilted her head with a completely uncomprehending expression.

“You already received your perfumer certification, so why retake the exam?”

Julian’s lips twitched.

“No… I also want perfect scores like you…”

“Huh? This isn’t an exam where scores matter. If you passed, that’s enough, right? Surely after becoming a perfumer, you’re not going to talk about what score you got on the perfumer exam or being first place…”

He was told she was ten years old, but the surprisingly fluent and correct words made him feel not just chills but embarrassment.

Julian just kept opening and closing his mouth. The girl’s muttered addition came through all too clearly.

— Surely not something so embarrassing.

“No, no… that’s…”

“Since you got your certification, hurry up and make perfumes to earn money.”

“I already have lots of money!”

Julian, who had snapped back without thinking, now just wanted to cry. He felt eyes on him from the side. Masinisa’s gaze, as if he couldn’t believe he’d heard such words.

Others probably thought of him as a noble and refined young lord with exceptional talent in perfumery, but now hadn’t he just bragged about having money in front of a mere commoner girl?

And it wasn’t even really his money—it was all his parents’ money.

At those words, the girl spoke with an even more uncomprehending expression.

“Then save the money you have. What’s this about retaking an exam…”

“…”

Soon Julian became unable to continue the conversation.

It was because Prim’s friend and priest approached, shedding tears of joy. Julian’s shoulders drooped. Masinisa unconsciously patted his shoulder in comfort.

“Our Prim has really become a perfumer!”

The Marseria Priest rejoiced, even shedding tears.

Rozien laughed heartily while watching Prim being held obediently by her, then said to Prim.

“Prim, can you keep wearing your socks and shoes?”

“I’m still okay.”

Watching Prim standing in front of the platform with an expressionless face, Bianna and Rozien could tell that Prim was enduring the ticklish feeling and quietly laughed.

While Rozien tapped Prim’s instep and Prim moved her feet this way and that to avoid his hand, Bianna watched with an expression of disbelief.

“To think Prim really became a perfumer…”

Bianna’s gaze turned to the badge Prim was wearing. The badge proving she was an official perfumer who had received divine blessing gleamed in the sunlight. It was a precious item with a rose design carefully carved into it.

‘Then I really have to become the continent’s best fragrance material merchant now… H-how do I do this?’

Bianna shrank back slightly as she met Prim’s eyes. Prim’s clear pupils were quietly looking at her.

It seemed like she was declaring that Bianna had no future other than being the continent’s best fragrance material merchant.

If it was just a fragrance material merchant, she was really confident, and she had plenty of motivation, but would becoming the continent’s best fragrance material merchant be possible?

Bianna hurriedly averted her eyes and looked at Rozien. If she was the continent’s best fragrance material merchant, then he would have to become a Grand Lord.

Was this even a feasible plan?

Rozien, who noticed what Bianna was trying to say with her eyes, quickly averted his gaze and just smiled like a monk who had devoted himself to religious life for 60 years. Somehow she felt a sense of shared suffering.

Then suddenly Prim closed her mouth tightly and spoke quickly.

“Shall we go back for now? There are too many people here.”

Because so many people were gathered in this place, all sorts of smells were mixed together.

Even so, Prim could catch the fragrance gradually approaching from behind.

It was the smell of a perfume she knew well.

This one starts with refreshing citrus. Very high-quality bergamot and lemon, orange, grapefruit. Then comes lavender and rosemary, neroli. Finally, a faint musk scent.

It was such a traditional combination that it could be called the beginning of perfume, so it wasn’t popular anymore and was even considered old-fashioned.

Yet the fragrance Prim was smelling now had none of that staleness. It was because the formula had been readjusted with obsessive attention to detail.

Prim knew the owner of this fragrance.

But even when she tried to leave, it wasn’t easy due to the crowds of people.

The Marseria Priest was tilting her head, seeing Prim looking uncomfortable.

“Huh? Prim, why are you…”

At that moment, a huge shadow fell over them.

“Oh, our little perfumer, the future of fragrance!”

“Gasp! Vi-Vittorio Alquezia…!”

The sound of people gasping and murmuring his name echoed from all around.

Everyone’s attention turned this way. It was natural, since a rookie perfumer called a saint and a legendary perfumer known as the eternal Perfuma Eteria were in the same space.

From him came no body odor typical of elderly people, only a clear and refreshing scent without artifice.

However, Prim knew well that this fragrance was actually one that employed extreme artifice to achieve that ‘unaffected’ nuance.

It was like proclaiming that he himself was no different from the history of perfume.

Even the face of the always-calm Marseria Priest quickly flushed and brightened with excitement before that name, Vittorio Alquezia, as if she didn’t know what to do.

But seeing the Marseria Priest’s face, Prim couldn’t help but smile weakly.

She knew why she had that expression. Rather than being moved by his prestige, it was the face of a guardian who naturally became earnest before someone who had walked the path her child would walk.

Soon, those who had passed this perfumer qualification exam and related officials came flocking over.

In an instant, the distinguished elderly gentleman with stylishly groomed gray hair removed his hat and held it in his hand while slightly blocking Prim’s path.

The movement was so smooth and flowing that it looked less like blocking and more like opening the floodgates of conversation.

“May I have a word with this young perfumer?”

People felt some regret that Vittorio’s interest had focused on Prim, but they acknowledged his course of action.

It was natural for Vittorio Alquezia to want to speak with the perfumer who had received the revelation to save the city. People hurriedly cleared the way.

Prim inwardly clicked her tongue. The greatest master of the perfumery industry was looking down at her with a wrinkled smile.

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