Parallel World Pharmacy

"But... what is this world? On what principle is this happening?

Farma thinks it's different, pulling her face out of the window, and maybe this is still a different world where different laws of physics work.

"And this ability, is it just water?

Stand still and look at your little hands that don't seem like mine. I just concentrated and thought of the structural formula of the water, I can't believe the water can be made.

"If you can embody it in an image, can you make other compounds?

Send in the image in the silver cup with so much less force than you poured in earlier. Then, the cup that received the compound began to turn black and discolored immediately.

It reacts with silver, a testament to sulphides.

"... you can do it. Yabe, it went black."

Dirtying important dishes annoys Lotte.

In some cases, there will be suspicion that she poisoned them.

"Go away, go away!

It was a casual utterance, polishing with the soaking of clothes I unconsciously grabbed.

Then the sulfide in the glass disappears and the silver gloss returns. I didn't disappear because I wiped it. The blackheads disappeared on their own.

"Can you get the substance out and turn it off?

While I was putting out some sulphides and turning them off, I had to conclude so.

Now make sugar and lick it, not theater. It was sweet.

I made salt and licked it. Soggy.

Iron chunks, taste of iron.

Gold, tooth moulded.

I tried everything else. Only the amount of image sent into your hand can do the substance.

Something that the structure of the compound cannot be clearly imagined or is too complex can not be embodied.

What you put out in the creation of your left hand can be erased when you remember it with your right hand.

The left hand creates, the right hand erases.

Those that are not out can also be erased once the elements are known.

"Wow!

Without knowing the principles, there seems to be no doubt that it is equipped with the ability to create and eliminate substances.

"I'm like an alchemist. The ability to bring it back to Japan."

If this capability could have been used in Japan, a sawdust study would have been made.

That research, this research. Yeah, even the research. Wait, how's that research going?

He is a working man who has remained untrained in his previous life throughout this period.

"Can't you go home? You can't go home."

Come on, you have to give up.

No matter how untrained you are, you will not return to Earth.

"Totally forget about the last life, let's switch"

He finally made that decision.

…━━…━━…━━…

"Glad to hear it! That's a relief."

Lotte returns to the room trying to rush in, changing the sheets on the bed. Looks like it's her job to take care of Farma around her.

A bed in this world is as simple as laying hay in a box and sheeting it there, even in an upstream home. Lotte was surprised when he helped Pharma lay the sheets.

"Don't help me, it's my job"

"Really? Sorry. Thank you."

But she didn't forget to thank, thank you.

"Good for you, Master Farma. Divine art returns. You'll remember the rest one by one!

Lotte mumbled songs and other things that encouraged Pharma as he put Pharma's laundry in the drawer. It is quite a beauty.

"I was the idiot who thought for a moment what I would do if Lady Pharma's divinity was no longer available."

"Speaking of which, what about the family business in this house?

Lotte stops her hand and tells her to flatten her spine and be proud.

"The de Médicis family is the family of court pharmacists."

Pharmacist's pattern.

Even if the ability to materialize can be used and the previous world is different from the laws of physics, there is scientific and pharmaceutical knowledge.

(All right, you're not full of food)

He was relieved for a moment.

Afterwards, with the help of the servant girl Lotte, Farma was only able to grasp the status quo. The more Lotte explains about this world,

(Nah, it looks like France)

Pharma misses that impression.

Language, culture, costumes, etc. were reminiscent of that of medieval France.

Charlotte, Lotte, is the daughter of Katrine, a senior servant (samurai). Civilians.

Her mother is Farma's caretaker, and Lotte is escorting her into and out of Farma's room. She has worked at the Mansion since she was five, and now she is nine. Because of his long history as a servant, he was solid at the rate of his years. I can salute you, and I can even feel elegant for every single action. Nevertheless,

"Just talking here, aren't you being forced to labor or something? Haven't you been used or beaten up where I don't know you? What kind of food are you eating?

When Pharma asked such a question, Lotte pointed her mouth.

"What are you talking about? I'm giving my husband a good life."

"You don't want to be free? You don't want to go to school or anything?

"You're sweet. But reading and writing are taught in your mansion, and you have a rest, and I am satisfied"

I imagined that Pharma was like a slave when it came to servants, but apparently in a well-treated employment relationship, where both mother and child worked convincingly. Guaranteed clothing and accommodation, plus pay. It's not heavy labor, and he says it's not bitter to work in a mansion. Since I am not a slave, I mean freedom whenever I leave the mansion.

"I hope so."

"Ha! Thanks as always! If they kick your mansion out, you'll be in trouble!

The servants were found to be placed close to a hundred inside and outside the mansion, headed by a butler. The mansion is made of total stone and has a Co shape, which is very similar to that of the Baroque transitional period. The mansion is old and gives a sense of history.

"By the way, can you tell me about the house?

"Welcome!

Farma asks Lotte about the structure of the mansion. The building is on the third floor, so the basement warehouse and attic are added to this. The grounds boast a bit of castle space.

On the ground floor is the entrance hall and reception room, the large hall and the dining room.

Upstairs is the parents' and children's room. My father's study and office.

In other words, Farma's room is upstairs facing the courtyard.

The third floor is the family order, the butler's room. Library, storage, and herbal vault.

The servants live in the attic.

There were times when the mansion was too large and it didn't open, and Lotte had never been to all the rooms.

"Sure, it's a famous house..."

"Yes, it's a mansion I'm proud of! It's been built for over 200 years."

Lotte was bright and naive to respond to anything.

"Can I ask you a question about me, too?

"If you know what I mean"

"My name. Medicis in Pharma (Pharmaceuticals)... don't you think that's a great name?

Medicine, it would appeal too much! and Pharma is slightly embarrassed.

"Hehe. Your brother is Palais, isn't he? My husband is expecting the future! Master Palle and Master Pharma."

Pallet seems to mean pills.

There was someone worse off than me.

Farma draws slightly on the strength of her father's thoughts on pharmacy.

"The husband is returning to the mansion tonight, Master Farma will have a meal with him.... Ah."

"What? Oh,"

Farma finds herself in a hurry as Lotte seemed to hesitate.

"What if the knowledge of pharmacy, have you completely forgotten?

"I think you forgot."

"It's not good! That's very bad!

That's what Lotte tells me. Pharma feels a sense of crisis, taking one book at a time, slotted in line on the bookshelf installed in the room, and reading it diagonally all over the place. All the books in this world are handwritten by the writer, so medical and pharmaceutical books are very expensive, and so on. Nonetheless, if you look at the line of thick books dedicated to him in the bookcase of his second son, Farma, I guess the house is quite wealthy.

"My husband tells Lady Pharma to take good care of the examination while the medicine is soaking up."

The Pharma boy before he lived seems to have been educated in brilliance as a pharmacist since childhood. Lotte testifies that all the medications in these books should be in memory and that the method of preparation can be tampered with.

That's important, Pharma was in a hurry if he didn't memorize the blade as soon as possible... but he didn't have to.

"I think I saw this. I remember now."

Because of the accumulation of knowledge of the Pharma boy, he was able to read both medical and pharmaceutical books, and recall the content naggingly.

"Even so, this is"

"Is it difficult? It's going to be difficult!

Lotte shrugs her neck horribly. She seems to have difficulty when the letters surprise her on one side of the book. And it was she who was slightly attracted to Pharma reading such a little difficult book with a serious face.

I don't mind her like that, Farma said.

(This is terrible)

What was clearly described in the various books in his hands was an absurd one. Recipes for incorrect treatments, surgeries, and poisoned medicines. It was also enriched in the wrong direction by ways of praying to the gods, which are no longer even medical (and Pharma thinks), how to see the stars that dominate the disease, how to decipher a few secrets, etc. Without the premise that there is something unexplained about divinity, it would be completely irrelevant.

Those are the real medical treatments.

In this world, the idea that "disease is the test given by God" was fundamental, and medical medicine and religion, astrology, were closely linked. Go to prayer or try to turn right and left to the movement of the stars. Even if the patient dies as a result of the treatment, the doctors and pharmacists decide that it is a divine punishment and are not responsible to the patient.

(No, but does a cure like this cure the otherworlds? Earthlings and body structures are different, and treatment with theology works?

Calculating the actual patient cure rate from case reports based on such speculation, the cure rate was considerably lower. It is no different from the medieval level of the planet.

(It's not working, is it?

The knowledge of medicine and medicine in this world was tragic. Whatever the healing rate is in occult medicine, it never is. Farma is relieved to think that neither one nor he is inclined to such a suspicious, cursely folk therapy.

(Dark times, health care in this world)

Even healthy people would be dying if they were treated like this, Farma thought it was teething.

"Dear Farma, don't you tire your eyes? Don't take a break. You can have some tea."

"Read some more later."

Lotte watched softly for hours without interrupting Pharma, who was glued to the book, carrying a worthwhile plug.

"You're keen to study, Master Pharma. You look lovely."

And he turned his admiration toward it.

In a dimmed room, Farma closed the book.

"We have to do something for the people of this world."

Maybe he was reincarnated with previous life knowledge for that reason.

That was the idea behind his brain.