It's all one flower.

"Best wishes, Doctor"

"I'll be on a journey by the middle of June at the latest. For a short time, thank you very much."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana was nervous ahead of seven pharmacist candidates.

Four women and three men. Everyone seems keen to study.

One female student is a people of the lake, later a powerful land people. The appearance is about the late teens to early twenties, but the actual age was not known.

Awellana herself, an appearance not so different from that of her junior high pinatifida, was born during half a century of civil unrest and it is time to reach sixty.

Numerous medical practitioners taught him the art of different medical systems of lineage in fragments during the civil unrest, and went to college again after peace.

I went to college at night while working, but the main purpose was to organize the knowledge taught in pieces and improve my understanding.

I didn't learn in a blank state like they did.

The young Awellana taught surgery in the midst of a crisis in her life.

In an air trench that avoids air raids, in an abandoned city where demons who smell death roam (toss) with burning marks that you may never know when ground troops will come.

He was helped to treat a moment of contention with a new-found memory bundle (nappy) procedure.

There were many situations where I knew the procedure but had no material and could not make medicines. Uncountable survivors filled me with untreatable things.

If the magic of the medical system could have been used, no one in the family or neighborhood would have helped and Awellana would not have survived.

Right now, there are medication materials in this room that I'm so sick of. The Kingdom of Lacrimalis is peace itself.

Awellana, the people of the lake, drove the memory of a city ravaged by flames into the corner of his head.

... Well, he said he had a textbook, and you just need to show him a demonstration.

Roark lined me up with a bunch of herbs and an oil kettle on the workbench and a small kettle to put the finished wound medicine in.

The students are standing in the front, holding the notepad, waiting for the instructor's next move.

"What I'm going to make now is wound pills. Medicinal herbs can be raw or dry. Keep the worm cotton and throw away the roots and dead leaves"

"Why not?

Quickly, a brunette student asked me a question.

"Roots and dead leaves do not become drugs. It's rubbish, because insect cotton can be a cough medicine."

"Thank you"

The students were very courteous about how Auserratl introduced the temporary lecturer.

Awellana took a bunch of herbs and cast a spell.

"Formerly the rooting companions, the rooting companions in the soil, the oil, all kinds of taming."

It's a pill I've made thousands or thousands of times already.

Even when I was still stuck and nervous, the surgery definitely activated. Oil rises from the bottle and drifts through the universe. The herb was inserted into the oil and continued slower than usual.

"The orgy of life that unites our green companions with the bond of life is one root-knot of life, within this world."

The herb loses its shape and blends into vegetable oil. It united the two spiritual properties and transformed them into a completely different being.

Pour the green liquid into the kettle and it's done. When freed from the dominance of the pharmacist's surgery, the green liquid became a viscous ointment.

"Um, the amount of oil should match the size of the container. If you're not used to it, you should weigh it first."

"What should I do with the amount of medicinal herbs?

Blonde boy students also ask questions.

"Of course (of course), please match the amount of oil. For a pot this size, there are five herbs in ten doses."

"If we don't match the quantity, what happens?

"If it's not enough, the drug will weaken. A lot doesn't dissolve."

Roark had a lid on the kettle next to making such a pick-up.

Bring the square oil paper along the mouth of the lid and bracket it with a thin hemp string. It's an easy knot to untie if you pull with one hand.

This morning, just an hour before the students arrived, and we worked together. Now I can do it without difficulty.

"Do you guys remember the [Wound Drugs] spell yet?

All the students shook their heads sorry.

Awellana hasn't been shown a textbook. Look, I'm going to go deep into their education.

... Auserrattle said it was like you could study yourself, and you don't have to bother that much.

"Then remember by the day after tomorrow. 'Cause you should put it into practice."

The students nodded small, bewildered. The faces we look at each other are filled with haste and tension.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana went on fine. We don't have time for this.

"Take a good look at my demonstration today and remember the flow and strength of magic, when to add medicinal herbs, etc."

So cut the words and look around at the students. The seven snorted with strength on their shoulders.

I can't keep it at my students' convenience.

"Tomorrow you will learn your own spell."

Awellana doesn't let him say yes or no, he makes more and more scratch pills, and Roark lids them and stuffs them in the crate.

The students looked seriously at the work as they took notes. Professional pharmacists (dullness) continue to make even green ointments while being exposed to seven glimpses that they should not miss for a moment.

Eventually, Awellana forgot the students in front of her, too, and immersed herself in the art.

Once the bottle of oil and the herb on hand are exhausted, Roark gently replaces the bottle and adds a bunch. The students blinked and forgot to look at the wound medication created by the flow work without interruption.

Awellana does not hesitate to use [the crystal of magic] and repeats the same procedure without rest.

By noon, more than seventy pots and 700 wound pills had been completed.

... and time for explanations, is that all?

Awellana calculated all the time in her head. Unless there's a lot of trouble, I think I can do it in four or five days.

Apparently, the students' meals are prepared separately, and they broke up once in front of the work room.

Pharmacists Awellana and Roark surrounded the dining table with the usual people in the Great Dining Room.

Everyone else was today divided into confectionery and spreading finesse.

Bakery brothers and sisters talk about the kitchen.

The Svecinik family employs specialist confectioners, but they couldn't take them this morning, and the other servants taught them the basics.

"Today's snack was made by us."

"Heh, what kind?

When manager Leno said with a slight light-hearted laugh, he heard the childhood friendly Cruillo intrigued.

Elantis gestured at his brother trying to answer.

"Don't tell me. Fun when eating"

"Ha. Well, I can't wait for tea."

Everyone laughs at Cruello's bright voice too.

... Maybe I'm glad you've been here longer.

I want to cross to Nemoralis Island as soon as possible, but the war is not over yet. Even though there were few air raids, Nemoralis Island was not intact either.

Above all, people's minds would be rough.

I've been busy here for a while and haven't had time to listen to the news on the radio. I don't know what's going on across the Kublum Mountains, even though it's at the end of my eyes and nose.

Everyone in Praethermissa has lost everything and suffered a great deal of wounds to their hearts.

There's no wax to heal in just two or three months, but in this safe place, it looks like you should rest a little longer.

After lunch, the pharmacist Awellana accepted a few student questions and resumed work.

Students watch their work whisper powerful words. He heard it many times and remembered a little. The question became more professional as to whether he had been reading textbooks in his free time after lunch.

Several other questions were received between them, and the same work was repeated and demonstrated until tea time. Hundreds of finished products so far and a little. The norm is enormous, but it's going well.

"Tea, students are welcome to join us"

In the words of a servant who came to call, Awellana stabbed him in the nail.

"It's a break, so the question is nasi. … please"

The students nod with their tense faces.

Roark's particularly bright voice lifted the tension in the field.

"Today's snack was made by our store managers."

The students were hardened by tension for some time after the tea party began. Even thanks to the medicinal effects of vanilla tea, or in the presence of Auserrattle and strangers, the strength gradually went out of his shoulders.

The tea contract was for cookies and pound cakes.

Cookies mixed with crushed almonds are fragrant, crunchy and light in texture, and are likely to be eaten at any rate.

Pound cake comes in two varieties: salty mixed with horseradish and sweet mixed with blueberries. Blueberry flavors are popular with the girls. Their voices and smiles make the place gorgeous.

"Heh... brother, boulder, you're just the manager. He's fluffy, too."

"Decent equipment, let me use it."

Previous struggles seep into the words of humility. Until now, the steeplechase was made in time, such as plastic bags.

Still, Awellana sends a compliment in her heart to Leno and the others who can make it a quality to be sold.

... It's not magic, but it's magical.

Flour, eggs, sugar, fudge flour. I can add a flavor arrangement to the basic ingredients to make such a delicious treat.

Speaking of a proper kitchen, Awellana doesn't know how to make it without magic, but the Tsubakaya brothers and sisters' skills were certain.

Medvege praises the confectionery for its workmanship, and the brothers and sisters of the bakery dye their cheeks and laugh. Boy soldier Morph was obsessed with baked sweets on his cheeks.

The students have an affectionate laugh with a strange look on the part of the tea party participants.

The instructor Awellana forbade me to ask questions and I can't seem to hear them, but no one explained them.

As Auserrattle says nothing, neither does everyone in Praethermissa bother to introduce themselves, for example, "We are mobile sales of refugees".

... Well, this is what it is.

After the tea party, they demonstrated to their student counterparts until five o'clock. Even after they return to dinner, Roark and I will continue to work together.

At the end of my first day as an instructor, when I pulled him to the bedroom, I was more and more tired.

I can't think of anything, and when I get into bed, I get attacked by a sleeper. Amiella said something. I did, but I can't wait to hear back.

When I realized, it was morning.