Parallel World Pharmacy

The next day, a letter came from Ellen's biographical dove to Bruno.

I want to take a break from class because I have a high fever today. He hinted that he wanted to quit tutoring. Bruno, contacted, told Pharma that

"They're resting on high fever, they're also stuck with nightmares. It's rare that it rests."

Pharma can't wait to say that the nightmare part could be his fault. In some cases, the same goes for high fever.

"Quitting tutoring, etc., and what did you do? I told him that having an apprentice and teaching is part of his training as a pharmacist."

Farma thinks it's a good idea to leave Ellen alone. But Bruno,

He said, "I think he's got a fever and he's saying it in his sleep, so you can deliver this to him."

Says it's a proud potion again.

Oh...... and Farma's eyes become like dead fish.

(If I go, won't I get worse and worse? I don't know if you can accept any medicine from me.)

That being said, I cannot disobey my father's orders.

Eventually, as I can tell, Pharma got in the carriage and was to deliver it to Ellen.

"We have arrived. This is the house of the Bonufois."

Your man knocks on Pharma's carriage door.

"Thanks"

Shaken by a carriage, it is a splendid mansion that we have reached. Eleonor Bonufois is a countess. He lived in a mansion on the outskirts of the fairly large Imperial capital, although not as good as Farma's house. The mansion looked like a Renaissance style and was refined.

"My mundane daughter doesn't seem to be feeling well right now. If it's a little while, I'll call the guest room."

The Count, Ellen's father, came out to the front hall and responded, saying that the son of the Honorable Duke had gone out momentarily.

"No, if it means you're not feeling well, I won't see you back. Give it to Dr. Eleonor."

Bruno's letter is also attached. It's about wanting to quit and what to sag, keep tutoring if you have a fever.

"Thanks for your hard work, I can't just leave you like this, I'll call you"

"But with high fever"

"Crawl, but let me come."

Farma didn't intend to see him in person, but I would love to, and the Count put him through to the guest room.

I thought Ellen had come when the guest room door opened and the iron helmet half, not Ellen, was peeking this way.

"Ellen? Sorry to bother you."

"What are you doing here? No way, you came to turn me off knowing the secret!? Am I right!?

"That's not true! Anyway, have a seat."

Look. I don't even have a cane, and Pharma raises her hands.

Ellen on the other hand is fully armed. Wearing plate armor for versus theology, only the eyes can see. I have three canes that seem to perform well. Motivational, she is.

Even when I walked into the room, I was quite a distance from Pharma, trying to snap into the wall. Pharma looks at Ellen with a divine eye. Cold, but high fever seems true. Ellen, the sick guy in there, wearing heavy armor that covers his whole body, should be pretty hard.

"My father told me to give Ellen some medicine. That's it, though."

Pharma puts a suspicious green glow medicine bottle on the table in the guest room. When Farma confirmed the recipe to her father, the potion seemed to have no more effect than a nutritional drink, so Farma had prescribed medicine inside to relieve the symptoms of the cold.

"If you were a master... how could you bother when I could make antipyretics?"

(You thought your medication wasn't working because you quit tutoring because of a fever?

And Pharma thought but didn't point it out.

"From me, get a damp cloth. I want you to stick it where you poked your finger."

The anti-inflammatory analgesic ingredients were worked out and a damp cloth was prepared. This one is genuine, it works.

"And then I forgot my eyeglass frame."

Finally I also brought the spare glasses that I had left in the mansion.

The glasses wrapped in cloth and the glasses frame are carefully placed on the desk by Pharma.

"Oh, thank you"

Ellen, who was in a collision position, squeezes momentum.

"Teacher, are you quitting? 'Cause I suddenly asked."

"That's right. 'Cause honestly, is there something I want to teach you? You're the incarnation of the drug god, aren't you? You don't need a tutor anymore. Even divine arts can really be used freely, right?

In Ellen, Pharma finally became the incarnation of the drug god.

"No, I'm meant to be human, and I have no idea about divinity."

Though I have become unsure of Pharma himself, even though I say he is human.

"Whatever the excuse, man has a shadow, Mr. Farma. Oh, I don't know what I'm taking for granted, and I can't believe I'm the only one who knows that. Why doesn't anybody notice that the man in the house de Medicis..."

Because the house is dim, Farma responds in her heart.

Ellen took off her helmet and placed it on her desk with Gashan. I guess it's boiling heat inside.

"If Ellen wants, I want you to keep tutoring me. I want you to tell me everything."

"What?"

Ellen looked like she had been hit by surprise.

There was no such text in Farma's house about theology. It seems that the skills of divinity are communicated in oral fashion so that the common people do not know it, or if it has a tactical meaning. There was also little note of the Pharma boy. So Farma wanted Ellen to keep tutoring. Otherwise, Pharma herself is too mighty to know what to do with the divine power.

"If I say no, are you going to turn me off knowing the secret?

"No way, I won't do anything. Well, I'm leaving today. And then."

"What?"

"I broke my glasses again when I put that helmet down earlier."

I tried to stop it, but I didn't make it.

"Shah!?

Ellen had no luck with her glasses, and Farma left the Bonufois mansion behind.

The next day...

"Farma, I'm going to a divine arts class! I'm gonna do it today!

Shortly after breakfast, Ellen came on a single ride into the mansion of the de Medicis family. With plate armor. They want to sign up for a duel.

"Minute? You mean the tutor keeps going? Or have you come to fight me?

"I'm a tutor. This outfit is for defense in case. You don't have a choice. If it's true that you don't know divinity, you can't just not tell me. What the Empire Blows Up, yeah, that's troublesome. I don't want to die. I'll train you on an island so you don't bother people."

Ellen, who had finally said so, looked once again hot in the armor.

Farma in the round waist felt very sorry for Ellen, who came with a heavy gear of about a female knight, quenching the incarnation of a rough god at the risk of her life.

"That helps, is your body good enough already?

"I'm feeling better. It worked amazingly, that potion. And that damp cloth you made."

Ellen jumped off the horse and approached Pharma.

"There was a drug effect ingredient in there that I didn't know about, what was that?

Ellen shifts her new glasses and peeks into Pharma's eyes.

"You got it."

It's supposed to tasteless but how did you figure it out? And, Pharma is impressed.

"I get it. This is still a first-class pharmacist. But I can't forgive you for not knowing what the drug is."

Pharma is convinced that's why he's back. Quite professional.

"I want to know all about the wisdom of the medicine god (Dieu de médecine)!

Ellen finally started mocking the medicine god. Pharma's presence in her seems to be scaling up more and more.

"No, so, because it's not"

"Don't tell me? I can't believe you didn't find out."

"I realize it's just Ellen."

I want it to be normal in public at least, Farma exchanged promises.

This is how Ellen taught Pharma the divine arts and Pharma taught Ellen the pharmacy. With the exchange deal in place, Ellen managed to keep investing.

And when he found out Ellen's fever had subsided overnight and returned to tutoring, his father said, "It would be, it would be," he once again gained more confidence in his potion production.

Thereafter, the place for the two classes moves from the middle state of the river to the island.

At this time of year, from the map of the coast of the Saint-Fluve Empire, you said there were some small, disappearing islands or nothing?

But the training was worth it, and Ellen could get close without cowering beside Pharma.

Enough to not have to wear full plate armor for anti-theology anymore.