Parallel World Pharmacy

One by one, the information comes in.

The ceiling in the stone room is low.

The stone walls are hung with tapestries of Zhu.

The windows are small and dim when it comes to daylight.

In the back of the room, the fire in the fireplace stirred the clams and firewood, and it was burning.

The sheets in the bed where he lay, as gusty, smelled like straw.

He was confused as to which Western hall the hell he had been transported to.

"Come on, come on"

By the bedside, there is a girl who moves around him worthwhile.

"Is this...?

While feeling uncomfortable, he asks the girl.

"Master Pharma has been struck by lightning! Remember, can you remember?

Putting his face near him, peeking into him worryingly. I was about ten when I was a year old and had an unusual grin on my face.

She wears a simple dress and a white apron. She has long, beautiful, lustrous pink gold hair that runs down her shoulders. She's a poor, beautiful girl with white or blushing on her head who's about to get sucked in.

He missed that sentiment, lacking in imagination, wondering if he would do it in cosplay as well.

He rushes to get up, but loose whole body muscles won't allow it.

"No, that's what I don't remember clearly... Who are you?

A smile disappears from the girl who heard it and turns to her lonely face.

"Maybe you forgot about me, too, huh? I was struck by a different kind of blue thunder, right?"

"I'm sorry, but it seems so. Am I amnesic?"

Then she coughs, and when she rinses her face, she lifts up the soot of her skirt slightly and greets her with respect.

"Okay, I'll show you again. This is my servant Charlotte. Call me Lotte, as usual. Together with my mother, whom my husband held, I served the mansion from a small age. Tell me anything, Dear Farma."

They live in this mansion and work for both mother and child. He thinks if we don't take him to the police that the child is a servant. Dear Farma, I am called again. He is called many times, so he realizes haha.

"Pharma, you mean me?

(What's that, some pharmaceutical company's name?)

He feels subtle. Is that the nickname that was given to her now?

"Yes, Master Farma de Medicis"

de medicis.

The Medici family, who was the ruler of medieval Florence, its French readable surname, he felt. By the way, Medici itself is an Italian surname.

Mostly, who am I mistaken for when I'm a Japanese face, after a glimpse into it?

"Mirror, can you show me?

I have a bad feeling he might not be different.

"I'll have it with you now"

It was obvious that he didn't have to look in the mirror on purpose to be different from his previous body. To look at your hands and arms, it's too small. It's like a child, no matter how you look at it. Race is different in the first place......

Peeping into the little hand mirror, a white boy with a blonde blue eye and a neat face looked dumb and looked at this one.

"You're lying."

I get out of bed and look out the window whipping at my body that I can't tell you.

Then an exotic township popped into view reminiscent of medieval Europe. What spreads out the window is the movement of people in old costumes. A vibrant market. The sound of a bell heard from the tower.

Pocahontas, and his mouth opened.

Worried about him in a state of relief, Lotte came pounding lightly on his back from behind.

"Are you all right?

"I'm sorry, I'm just not okay"

(If this isn't a dream, have I been reborn?

He didn't believe in the unscientific phenomenon of reincarnation, etc., but he can't believe it if he became a party to it.

(I wonder why he died. I wonder if he died of overwork...... I guess)

I couldn't think of a detailed cause of death, but I could imagine first that I might have died of overwork. Because his working hours were so black. Flex-time and service overtime were beyond the limits of that kind of thing.

If I had calmly calculated my working hours, I would have exceeded twenty hours a day. At the corner of the lab, I was awake in a sleeping bag. It's also different to blame the workplace, though. I liked myself and worked in Black, a job with the concept of hobby = work. It is the end of being human.

Dead.

And I was reborn. All right, let's just say we have to accept it, he thinks. It seems so,

(I can't! Okay, I can't!

Still, I can't give up a glimmer of hope that it's not a dream.

(Please, be a dream! I haven't made that data out of my life into a paper yet!

Because there was so much untrained in the past life.

Reality check, he recalls. It's a way to see if what happens on the spot is what happens in your dreams. Hold your breath. It doesn't get painful in your dreams, you can keep breathing. But a minute later, he swallowed his feathers.

"Pu Ha! Whoa, whoa, whoa."

A girl has been cutting in to his sight holding her breath very seriously.

"What are you doing? That sounds like fun."

Lotte turns a decent, nico and an uncontrolled smile. Seems like a bright kid to the crack of a tragic impression of a servant.

"No, it's not a game. It'll look like it, though."

(This world, real? A lightning strike brought back memories from a previous life?

Unexpectedly holding his head, a fine girl's hand was attached to his arm. That's what I noticed, but the bandages were wrapped around both arms of Pharma.

"What is this?!

"Ah, Master Pharma! Don't move suddenly, doesn't it hurt?

When the bandage is unbandaged, the arms are soaked with red and black ointment. Wiping the ointment with a bandage, a painful keloid burned with thunder currents ran from shoulder to upper arm. Both arms.

Seeing the scar, Lotte covered her mouth with both hands and widened her pale watery eyes. And made a gesture of prayer toward the wound.

"It looks like the sacred mark of the medicine god...... that's what the scar of lightning strikes looks like. Medicine. God must have protected you."

"If it's a lightning strike wound, I think it's a Lichtenberg shape (lightning pattern) made of burns where the lightning crawled through the skin."

"Yes?"

"Uh, no"

As Lotte sneered his neck, he changed his words to ”marks of thunder coming through”. But I don't doubt that she is a sacred mark blessed by the drug god. There's no way people can live with thunder, I say.

(Well, it sure is)

Since she has a devout faith, his innocent words clouded.

And I learned that it's easier to hide a mole that resembles the sacred mark of the medicine god.

"Oh, yeah. I brought sweet treats. Enjoy! It calms me down."

Lotte put the likes of Wafers and a glass of empty silver in line before him.

"I'll take it. How about you?

"You mustn't! I can't expect a servant to get this kind of expensive stuff instead of his husband."

That being said, Lotte is going to drool. My emotions seemed honest on my face.

"Don't hesitate, I'm full of breasts in many ways"

"Ugh, I don't know what Farma is going to say! I'll have it!

Apparently confectionery was expensive in this world and servants could hardly speak of it. That's why I didn't try to please Lotte.

"Want another one?

"Ugh, don't! Can I help you? Whatever?

"Really, that's fine."

He gave her more than half of it because it looks so delicious. Just looking at how it is, it escapes reality and heals.

"My cheeks are going to melt...... oh, my throat, wouldn't you mind, Master Pharma? You can use the divine arts back to normal, right? Can I have the water I generated, too? Farma's water is delicious."

Lotte snaps at Pharma while offering a crude wooden cup. Little animal-like gestures are cute.

"What? Divinity?! Water?"

My voice is about to turn over. There is no better way to live than to become familiar with this world with the knowledge of this world than to be reincarnated into another. I think he needs to talk to her, but he doesn't know what he doesn't know.

"Master Pharma was a user of the divine art of water. Have you forgotten your divinity?

You were so good at it! And her face creaks blue.

They say that divinity and the ability to use it are proof of the aristocracy.

"What happens to me if I can't keep using it?

"I don't even want to think about it..."

He says if he can't use divine art, he won't be recognized as a nobleman, his father will forgive him, chase the mansion and expel him as a civilian.

"I'll keep it to myself! I don't know anything! Thanks for the treat! Ah, it's a big favour!

Lotte waves her hands and closes her eyes.

"You don't have to be so grateful. I don't know what to do. Why don't you leave me alone for a minute? I'll remind you, he's a god."

I didn't want it to be an end to remind me, I wanted it to be alone.

"Right. Please take your time and rest."

She left the room because the water production was activated by thinking of the appearance of water in her mind, leaving her saying that it would gush into her hands, and she would finish laundry and talking shopping.

If we are to find out all around us that divinity cannot be used, will we be expelled from the mansion, eaten and wild and die?

What can we do in this world?

If it's also like being kicked out of a mansion, you have to stand up in your position before you get lost on the street.

So he decided to work on restoring the divine arts under no good circumstances.

"Water...!

He concentrates his consciousness on both hands, imagining the water behind his brain.

Water.

He, a Japanese pharmacist, has a deep sense of water molecules.

I know to take the shape of that element, the energy state diagram, even the spin state.

But what will that knowledge be?

(No?

I feel like it's been a long time.

Then, did the blood flow cause a fever, and the mole on the arm begins to have a strange appearance?

If you notice, the mole was blue and white and powerful, emitting intense light like a neon.

(What is this light emitting?)

With tension and surprise, sweat seeps into both hands of Pharma.

It's a lot to sweat.

"Sweat...... no, water, water!?

The gushing water doesn't hold up. It feels more like it's bringing in the power of different dimensions than from within his body. Don't let the room flood, he dared to stick his runner out the window. At the same time I lose my mind, water erupts like a fountain.

"Stop, stop, stop! Hold it!"

Lotte didn't tell me how to stop it! When the image of water was completely erased from the back of the brain, the production was finally over.

"Ugh..."

Take a big big sigh.

"Master Pharma!

I heard soprano from the outside. As I glanced under the window, Lotte was looking up from inside the herbal field and waving.

"That water, maybe! You remembered."

"Sorry, wet?

"I'm wet! It's cool - it feels good!

It's raining, so watering my routine herbs was helpful! and Lotte laughed.

"Good......"

Thus he recovered the divine art of water.