The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Cult - Chapter 9

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The Genius Perfumer of the Fallen Religious Order Episode 9

“I’ll definitely succeed and make things comfortable for you, Priest.”

In her past life, when she had achieved success, this orphanage had already disappeared.

The Marseria Priest had died young from illness after a life of hardship, and the orphans who lost their guardian scattered in all directions.

The Marseria Priest smiled gently.

“Don’t say such things. If you’re happy, that’s enough.”

Even knowing her words were sincere, Prim insisted on what she had said.

After the interview ended, the Marseria Priest picked up Prim and stepped out of the room.

However, she soon paused and smiled. Rozien was leaning against the wall in the corridor. Since it was late, the boy was dozing while leaning against the wall.

“Rozien.”

“…!”

At the Marseria Priest’s call, Rozien’s eyes snapped open and he jumped to his feet.

“Are you done talking? All finished?”

When both nodded, he stretched fully. Marseria watched the yawning Rozien and asked.

“But were you waiting here the whole time?”

“Yeah, well…”

Rozien scratched the back of his head, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Were you worried I might tell Prim to walk?”

“It’s not that. I was worried someone might bully her.”

Prim looked at Rozien in surprise. However, Rozien’s expression remained calm.

“Just, she’s like a small white dog, so there might be people who want to bully her.”

“I’m… a dog?”

When Prim blinked and asked, Rozien, who belatedly realized how strange that sounded, jumped up.

“No, no! No. No, no!”

“You said ‘no’ five times. A strong denial means strong affir…”

“I said no! You’re! A white lark! A lark! A cat! A chick!”

“Where is there a white chick?”

“It feels like a white chick… Right, lily of the valley! Lily of the valley!”

Watching the two children bicker, the Marseria Priest smiled warmly, then eventually moistened her bitter lips.

She worried about what would happen to the boy after the girl left, but there was nothing she could do.

Though the morning sun hadn’t yet risen, Prim gently tugged at Rozien in the bed next to hers.

“Rozien.”

“Mmm…? Prim?”

Rozien, who had been sleeping, opened his eyes immediately. Children who had wandered the streets for a long time slept lightly and woke quickly at the slightest stimulus.

“I want to go to the Temple.”

At Prim’s whispered words, Rozien fully woke up and got out of bed.

“We’ll have to come back soon, right?”

Once the sun fully rose, it would be breakfast time, so they had to return before then to help with preparations.

“Yeah, but still.”

Rozien readily offered his back. Prim extended her arms and climbed onto his back. Rozien yawned silently and quietly slipped out of the children’s bedroom.

“Heave-ho. What are you going to do at the Temple?”

“I want to pray.”

“What will you pray for? To pass the perfumer exam?”

At moments like this, her heart suddenly felt ticklish.

The Rozien from her past life that she remembered was a man who didn’t pray to gods.

But even he had times like this. Times when he wondered if he should pray to pass an exam.

Prim hugged Rozien’s neck tightly and spoke softly.

“That’s not something prayer can solve. You have to do it with skill.”

“…”

Rozien fell silent for a moment. Prim sneakily watched his reaction. Had what she said been strange?

“…Well, but it’s fine if you pray for me.”

“Oh, it’s fine? It’s okay for me to pray for you?”

Rozien’s back shook slightly. He seemed to be holding back laughter. Prim hastily corrected herself.

“No, it’s good. It’s a good thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean! It’s not just good. If I’m even praying for you, you should say thank you, shouldn’t you?”

“Right, thank you. I’ll make all the perfume you’ll use too. All the blessed ones to spray on your sword as well.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then I could really become a Grand Duke. Right?”

“Yeah.”

Prim answered immediately without even smiling. Because that’s why she had returned.

Instead, Rozien felt embarrassed.

“Hey, hey. Don’t tell others…”

“What?”

“About our future plans. It’s a secret between just us two.”

“Okay.”

Prim thought there was no need to be embarrassed about it, but she didn’t point it out and simply nodded obediently.

Rozien seated Prim in the front row of the Temple, which was dim since the morning sun hadn’t risen yet, then plopped down beside her.

On the altar placed a little distance away, the flower bouquet she had made and offered not long ago was placed.

Prim clasped her hands together and closed her eyes. Though Rozien looked indifferent, he followed Prim’s example, clasping his hands together and closing his eyes.

Prim felt the slightly fading fragrance of the flower bouquet and murmured inwardly.

‘Varin.’

Soon Varin’s sulky voice was heard.

— You could have learned a prayer by now that a day has passed.

‘I’m in an urgent situation right now. I’m sorry. Varin, since Baron Corvus and his wife are heretics, couldn’t you give me a divine oracle to send Inquisitors here?’

Baron Corvus and his wife adopted children from various places, but naturally it wasn’t with the intention of raising them well.

They wanted to use those children as materials to create fragrances imbued with evil power. With the blood and tears of innocent children.

Why else would they have been immediately captivated by her at first sight and lovingly insist on adopting her?

It must be because she was a child who could provide blood and tears just by standing up. Otherwise, why would they want to take in a cursed, repulsive child?

With fragrances made that way, they tried to deceive high nobles and electors to seize power.

All their attempts ended in failure. Since human bodily fluids like tears and blood rarely function as fragrance materials anyway, the perfumery itself was essentially doomed from the start.

However, until their behavior was completely exposed, not only Bianna but other children continued to be sacrificed.

Gods never accept human sacrifice. So murder carried out under the pretext of offering something to a god was heresy.

In her past life, wasn’t that also why Yulberon’s followers had pursued her? For causing people to die in order to create fragrances.

Varin’s silence continued.

Prim sneakily opened one eye. Rozien seemed to be praying carelessly with his eyes closed, and the flower bouquet was secretly trembling.

— I, I don’t have any Inquisitors…

‘Ah.’

The current Varin had no Inquisitors, let alone believers. There were only the Marseria Priest and Prim.

— You know I only have you two right now!

Humiliation and panic could be felt in the god’s voice. Prim whispered again.

‘Of course I know. That’s not what I meant—couldn’t we ask Yulberon of Justice and Arrogance?’

— That… ah…

There are Luminoxia Aila’s Direct Inquisitors who oversee all believers of the thirteen gods—Aiser’s six gods, Noxrak’s six gods, and even Varin, who is on the periphery and edge, like roasted potatoes and asparagus—but there are also Inquisitors belonging to each individual god.

Among them, the most notoriously vicious were Yulberon’s Inquisitors of justice and arrogance.

The leader of those who had pursued her in her past life was also a follower of Yulberon. What more needs to be said when a god already has the words ‘justice and arrogance’ attached to them?

Moreover, while moving Luminoxia Aila’s Direct Inquisitors required orders from the Divine Seat and proper evidence, each god’s Inquisitors could move without evidence as long as they had their god’s divine oracle. Just as they had pursued her in her past life following Yulberon’s oracle.

Having seen the future, Prim knew of Baron Corvus’s crimes, but lacking the power or ability to immediately gather evidence, this was the best plan she could think of.

— …My little lily of the valley.

‘Yes, Prim is here.’

Prim answered quietly.

— It’s not that I can’t contact Yulberon because I’m trying to preserve my pride. …Well, um, ahem, the thing is. Even my ability to give you divine oracles right now isn’t possible with just that flower bouquet’s fragrance alone.

Varin hurriedly rambled on.

— When conveying my will to a believer in such clear words, tremendous power is required. It’s really not an easy task! Do you know how momentous it is to directly communicate a god’s will!

‘Then how is it possible right now?’

All she had offered to Varin was a single flower bouquet, wasn’t it?

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