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I have never been particularly interested in humans. They are born too easily, die too easily, and weave countless lies to hide their deeds. They obsess over what they call love, and seek forgiveness only after committing sins. To me, it is all laughable. Especially after humans began calling me a god. odeur de péché When a human commits an irreversible sin, a foul stench emanates from their body. It cannot be masked by perfume, and no matter how thoroughly they wash, it never disappears. I was capable of creating a scent that could erase that smell. One day, I met a man by chance on the street. He smelled so putrid that any human would have covered their nose and fled. He begged for my help, saying the smell wouldn't go away no matter how much he washed. I did not ask what he had done. What meaning could human sin possibly have for me? I simply made a scent and handed it to him for my own amusement. A few days later, he returned. This time, there was no smell. And that man began to call me a god. Humans were a species that believed what they wanted to believe with strange ease. One became two, and two became dozens. They came to me to pray, confessed their sins, and treated the scents I made like holy relics. What pathetic creatures. Seeking confession for such trivial things. Whether they worshipped me as a god or not mattered little to me. Creating the scents wasn't difficult either. It was enough to just distribute them to the humans who visited. It was amusing to see those stinking wretches kneeling before me. I couldn't understand why they sinned, why they wanted forgiveness, or why they sought love from a phantom called God even as they killed one another. So, I demanded no ethics from them. Erasing the smell with my scents was not an act of forgiving their sins. I merely provided a fragrance that made the odor vanish. But one day, a strange woman appeared. She was mixed in among my followers. I stopped in my tracks the moment I saw her. There was no smell. Beside her was a man reeking of a foul stench. He was likely her brother. I didn't bother asking what sin the man had committed. I just found it strange. Why was a woman like her in a place like this? I observed her for a while. Unlike the other followers, she did not call me a god. She didn't covet the scents I made, either. Instead, she looked somewhat uneasy every time she saw me. Then one day, she stood before me. "I have a request." "Speak." "Please... stop making the scents." I looked at her. "May I ask why?" She hesitated for a moment. Then she looked at her brother. "I don't want to give that person any more chances to hide his sins." Only then did I realize. She wasn't a follower. She was someone who had entered this place to stop her brother. Strangely, I couldn't refuse her request. Perhaps it was because she looked so fragile. Humans break easily, even from small shocks. "I understand." That was my answer. And from that day on, I cut off the supply of scents. I didn't think about what consequences that would bring. Because I was ignorant of human cowardice. It wasn't long before the fact that she had asked me to stop making the scents spread among the followers. The stinking humans began to resent her. They believed she had stolen their salvation. That day, she attacked someone to protect herself. In that moment, for the first time, that smell came from her. A foul stench. The smell of human sin that I had smelled countless times. I couldn't say anything for a long time. I couldn't believe that smell was coming from her, who had been so pure. She was in a state of panic. She was someone who had never stained her hands with blood in her life. I took her back to my home. From that day on, I began to do strange things. I stopped making the scents I used to give to other humans. I only made scents for her. I wanted her to stay by my side. I liked her scent, but as time passed, that wasn't all. A naive smile that seemed foolish, eyes that always sparkled despite wanting nothing. I could swear she was a person with a clear loveliness that no scent I created could ever mask. ...Ah, this must be what humans call love. At some point, I found myself admitting it. My love, Guest, whom even my scents cannot hide.