Parallel World Pharmacy

A cute wrapped chest with a gold crest indicating the Imperial Family is placed with Cottori in front of a lotte that has become nervous and catchy.

A messenger from the court arrived at a different world pharmacy.

A noble man told me it was a gift to Lotte.

"From Your Majesty."

The waxed splendid envelope had an autograph of Elizabeth II.

"From Your Majesty!? What do you mean, Your Majesty?

"From the Emperor, to Lotte."

The chest is in a bunk drawer as Lotte unwraps the crimson bow and wrapping with her trembling hand, which nearly slipped out of her hips. She pulled the upper drawer nervously and tried to take out the inside.

"Holy crap, this is ahhh!? Um, rumor oops!?

Lotte is stunned as if she had discovered it in the New World.

"What is it, Master Farma?

"You didn't know"

She stared at Pharma with a worrying face.

"You don't know... I'm a servant."

Lotte herself, had no ties to fancy confectionery. It carries so much as a sore nose, along with an enviable glance when serving confectionery to Blanche and Pharma of the de Medicis family. Even though I have been able to get recommendations from Pharma or buy them on my own salary since I became an employee of a pharmacy, they are only of a level within reach of the common people.

"Oh, Lotte, this is praline chocolate - it's delicious. Oh, I'm not after you, I hope Lotte eats well"

Ellen glanced over Lotte's shoulder at the contents of the jewelry box. Ellen is not a ghost enough to wind up an important grain.

"Praline! It's a word I don't know, Master Eleonor!

Praline Chocolate is a bite of chocolate. It is similar to that particular fine chocolate exchanged during Valentine's Day.

"I'll open it down there, too."

Lotte pulls the second drawer. Then the disc-shaped colorful confectionery aligned and glanced at his face.

"This is a macaroon. It's sweet and fluffy and delicious."

Ellen stimulates Lotte's appetite.

"Eh heh, macaroon on praline!!

Lotte kept her cheeks loose. It is Pharma who recalls that if the reward of Lotte means only sweets, it was not wrong to advise.

"Ah, can you eat this? There's no way to eat, it's like a jewel!

Lotte closed a drawer with precious treasures. Ha... and enjoy the leftover incense.

"You should eat sweets fast, macaroons don't get that sunny"

Pharma laughs bitterly.

"It's so cute, you can't eat it!

She clings to the chest and shakes her neck left and right.

"I mean, Lotte, shouldn't you read the letter from His Majesty first?

Having finished reading, Lotte took the letter off.

"I, KYU, KYU, KYUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Lotte's voice was going to turn upside down and flip back just like that. When it comes to emperor Saint Fluve, the world's greatest power from her, who was a servant, it's already on the clouds. The glory of glory to the court painter, begged by the emperor, was an event that could only be called a miracle.

"I wonder if Lotte is a painting genius!

Pharma, lifted from the Lotte on a daily basis, praises the Lotte only in return.

"Yikes! No! Is that true? Am I a genius!

Lotte truly takes it, even though she was somewhat behaving.

"So, you're taking it on? Lotte."

"No, I'm scared, I can't believe you're a court painter..."

"I think it's scarier to say no to His Majesty's invitation. Besides, I don't think you should eat this sweet if you say no."

"Pi!

He was a lotte with an alternating comparison of sweets and letters and a weird voice.

"If you want to focus on court painters, you don't have to help the pharmacy."

Pharma cares about Lotte, who will be busy. I know promotion as a court painter is an honor for Lotte, but Farma is not happy to let go either. Honorable, but will have as much lumps as Pharma. Besides, the workload must increase dramatically. Creative work like painters doesn't have an end to it. Spend unlimited time.

Put yourself on the shelf, but overwork is strictly forbidden.

"My help with the pharmacy is rewarding. And the request from His Majesty is also a daunting one. If it's not annoying, I'd like to help you with both."

Lotte replied with an uncontrolled smile.

"At least I'll tell you so you can get an exemption from the mansion's work. There's no way you can do that."

"No, it's my job to work on your mansion."

She has no sense of labor.

"I'll get an exemption, like"

"Oh, no. My reward."

Lotte could be a similar race to me.

Farma would have been more vigilant if she hadn't kept an eye on her workload.

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A few days later, in order to pay his respects to the Empress, Farma went with Lotte to the court.

Lotte was wearing a new dress in the face of her pharmacy paycheck.

A dress worthy of a place of worship means that Lotte's mother seems to have cut her fortune and arranged something of high value in a luxury sewing shop. It's about the Empress with care, so we'll get enough money later.

When they arrive at the palace, they are taken to the Empress's office.

The Empress was fighting a pile of paperwork, while serving the Secretary of State and other ministers and writing signatures at an awesome speed.

"Your Majesty, a new court painter is here."

"Oh, yeah, Charlotte."

The empress stops the executive hand and greets Lotte with a smile.

Lotte holds her skirt with both hands and bows her head down (Cartesy), dropping her hips deeply. I'm usually a step deeper and more polite than her bow I see at the mansion. The courtesy of Lotte, a servant of the great nobility while a girl, is sophisticated.

"Yes, Your Majesty. My name is Charlotte Sorrell. I am truly honored to present my nomination as a court painter. Also, I would like to thank you for your wonderful gift."

"Um, the charm of innocence and curved beauty is concentrated in the work that makes it difficult to replace the rest of us."

"Praise be to you, I am in the utmost delight."

He wanted the artisans to make it by producing original paintings such as ceramics, tapestries and stained glass to allow access to the courtroom's art workshop.

"That was a young man, and I won't let him force it. You can bring designs in when you feel like it, or you don't have to be in a workshop to produce your work."

It wasn't a norm, and it meant it was possible to work from home. It is quite generous.

"We are at your disposal to work on the production of works satisfactory to Your Majesty"

Lotte was given a badge by the Empress with a crossed paintbrush that showed the status of a court painter and put it on her chest. From now on, he said, you may enter and leave the workshop freely.

"I'm nervous ~! Your Majesty is beautiful, she was like a goddess!

Lotte, who left the office, was holding her heart down, saying ha. He said his heart was pounding and his blood was drawing.

"Were you nervous? That was pretty good."

Pharma is relieved. The Secretary of State was impressed, too, when he said it was a shameless behavior to put out in front of the Emperor. Continuing, Lotte visited a tour of the courtroom workshop on the palace grounds. Pharma will also accompany him.

"It's the workshop manager's Uberle, give me some encouragement."

The young workshop manager welcomed me.

"Best regards"

Many court painters and craftsmen in the workshop produce furniture, conditioning and other requests. An old painter among them was working on producing a royal portrait with a serious face.

"He's the head portrait painter in our workshop, Baron Dale."

Farma and Lotte take a tour of the production from a short distance away.

"Oh."

The painter, Baron Dalle, noticed a thermal gaze from Lotte.

"My name is Charlotte Sorrell. You're good, you look alive."

Lotte fears overwhelming skill.

"What, replacing a good portrait painter?"

He replied that he was accustomed to praise because he only had a little skill to beautify.

But Lotte respects that he is a portrait painter who was allowed to paint portraits of the emperor because of his position as the best big painter in the empire.

"You must be Charlotte. I saw your painting."

"Yes, thank you"

"To be clear, your paintings are naive and not good for flattery"

Neither did he study the technique nor anything. Lotte had no words to say back, but turned bright red to his ears and bowed to shame. It's a good idea to call yourself a court painter, and Lotte knows that.

"Oh, you're right."

Lotte was completely atrophied.

I'm glad to hear that.

But in a bright voice, he told her as if he had dispelled something.

"I have been trying to improve my painting skills for many years. I've been looking for a painting that doesn't look like a real thing, that's why I lost my strength when I saw your work. It reminded me that art is free, not clever, not superior or inferior"

What captured the Empress's heart was the exact opposite of what the old painter had painted.

It feels like a total denial of his life and makes me mock myself for turning him back on his mind.

"In this year, no new challenges can be made. This painting remains unfinished and I intend to retire without offering."

"What, why is that?

Farma and Lotte spare no body to give up here, as they draw quite well.

I'm surprised the workshop manager is retiring.

I seem to have been possessed by evil spirits.

If you adorn the court with the paintings of those who have been possessed by evil spirits, you may bring disaster to the emperor. So he says we should pull back.

"Let me talk to you"

If it was before, "No way," Pharma would have stepped back and listened, but since his encounter with Camus, he finds that there is something truly evil spirited about this world, and listens to him.

But Farma feels no sign of disgust at the crack of calling himself evil spirit possessed. Furthermore, Pharma tried to use the diagnostic eye, but did not see any particular abnormality. So I went back to the interview.

"For example, what kind of evil spirit is that?

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When Farma listened to Baron Dare, he visited the clergyman of the Imperial Diocese of Saint-Fluve.

The chief clergyman gave a fervent welcome as tension rose over Pharma's visit. When Pharma visits the temple, she says the sanctuary will be strengthened, so she'll be happy.

"Welcome aboard. How can I help you today?"

"I need to speak to the Chief Cleric."

"Would you like to talk to me about this! Oh, how scary."

The prayer of gratitude for the chief clergyman and the clergymen began, so I decided to cut the story short without staying long.

"It's like the human body disappears, it shows up, the neck is floating, the space looks distorted, but are there evil spirits who do that kind of evil? I didn't see a black shadow in the baron..."

"No, that's not what evil spirits are for"

Chief Salomon clearly denied it.

"If it is some evil spirit, it will be wiped out in the sanctuary of the medicine God, and if it is a vicious great evil spirit, it will be visible to everyone's eyes if you use divine art"

"So you're not an evil spirit."

"It should be."

(So what's going on? It wasn't a brain disease. And, hey, is it the Baron's fault? Tired and hallucinating?

"Oh well. Eye disease."

Back at the pharmacy, Pharma hit Pong in the hand. Lotte reacts to the word eye disease.

"But does that happen because of an eye condition?"

"People's brains unconsciously make up for the unseen. Want to experiment?

"What do you do? Me, is it an eye disease?

"Lotte's different, but it's something anyone can experience."

Pharma stabs Pharmacist Bazi on top of the handkerchief of the pattern and Lotte's court painter Bazi in parallel and flickers it toward Lotte.

"Close one eye and watch Lotte's badge without moving his eyes. I'm slowly moving my handkerchief closer to Lotte. Because there's a place where my badge disappears."

"Master Pharma's badge has disappeared!

"That's the” blind spot ”. So, the part where the badge was, what's happening now?

"There is a handkerchief pattern! Why!?"

"It's a phenomenon. Lotte thought it was strange that there was an invisible part, so she filled the” hole ”in the badge part with the surrounding pattern."

"Wow?! I, I definitely didn't do that!

"That's what you're doing unconsciously. Usually, as long as we look at things with both eyes, our eyes complement each other's blind spots and become complete statues."

"That means"

Lotte breathes much more. I think I noticed.

"Baron Dale probably does the same thing in his brain. However, I guess the lack of perspective is huge enough to attract recognition."

"I see......!

"Will you tell the Baron to come to the pharmacy tomorrow? Better hurry up with the treatment."

"You're not possessed by evil spirits, you're sick"

"That's right, it's speculation at the moment."

"Will the Baron come?"

Lotte was anxious. I was wondering if it would offend my little girl to tell her to come because she is sick, etc., or more importantly, if she is indignant.

I'll write you a letter.

The next day, Lotte gave Baron Dalle a letter from Farma, roughly.

When he opens the letter, a plaid pattern is drawn.

"What is this?"

”If you see somewhere in this lattice distorted or missing, come to another world pharmacy”

It had such an annotation.

With a grumpy face, Baron Dale nevertheless came to the pharmacy within that day.

"What the hell do you know? Do pharmacies even see evil spirits possessed these days? You should go to the temple."

"Fair enough, including a check-up."

Against Baron Dale, who says Guchiguchi, Pharma activates the diagnostic eye directly from the front. Then there was just a tiny, red light in his eyes. The light was too small and seemed to have been overlooked before.

Pharma narrows down some of the disease names.

"" Nuclear Open Corner Glaucoma ""

It was a hit. An eye condition that causes damage to the nerves of the eye and causes loss of vision due to increased ocular pressure. On Earth, it comes second to the cause of blindness.

"Baron, this is a disease called glaucoma."

"What? I've never heard of him."

"I just named you."

Pharma performs fundus exams and visual field exams using pre-prepared tools and enlarged vision.

"The left field of view is half visible. You're pretty much missing the right. If you let it go, it's missing step by step, and in the worst case, you'll go blind."

Pharma shows him the results of the field test.

"Yes, can you cure it? Do you have any pills? I'll give you as much as you want."

Baron Dale was frightened. If you go blind, instead of going out of business, your everyday life is irresistible. Pharma slowly shook her neck left and right.

"Unfortunately, it won't get any better than it is now"

Tell them honestly that Pharma can't be cured. Even the customer's eyes are red.

Once dead optic nerves don't recover. Using iPS cells and the like, we can still find the possibility, but not in this world because we don't have an experimental environment and an ophthalmologist. Early detection is key.

"Am I going to live in the dark... oh, what divine punishment"

The baron had a face that embodied despair, like he had been thrust down to the bottom of Naruto.

"But with the medicine, we can stop the progression."

"Is that true!?

Pharma handed it to him by prescribing eye drops that would stop glaucoma progression and lower eye pressure. I think blindness can be prevented, but I don't know if the medicine will work if I don't start treating it, Farma explains.

"Let's take care of the remaining horizons"

"Thank you, I will spend the rest of my life quietly in the countryside"

"Come and get your medicine."

"Oh, okay"

Baron Dale grabbed the medicine bag and thanked Pharma for his courtesy. In that tedious hindsight, Pharma throws her words.

"Um. Baron. Why not just paint the world as it is without retiring, because you are not possessed by evil spirits"

"I don't see the world as it is, why should I paint a portrait?"

His painter life has already been shut down, and he's lost sight of his potential. All I get out of my mouth is sighing.

"Shouldn't we paint a transformed world, not a portrait"

Pharma came up with a fudge and tried to suggest it.

"Why don't you wake up on canvas with the new world you've got"

Encouraged by Pharma, the Baron has been motivated to produce.

"... I'm not sure... but let's give it a shot while I can see it. I don't want to regret it."

Because even if the portrait could no longer be painted, Pharma thought it might be worth it as contemporary art.

The finished Baron Dale's work was dedicated to the Empress.

But the Baron didn't think that the painting would have value. Still with his soul, he dedicated to the Empress a work that could be described today as a collection of painter life.

Trembling at the fear of being cursed for its futility, the Baron waited for the Empress's words as she lay flat.

Confronted with the work, the empress watched silently for a while. And one last thing, I roared.

"Isn't that funny"

That was a comment I didn't know if it was a compliment or a curse.

"I don't understand this painting, but it shakes my heart. It's a novel view of the world, like I've seen somewhere. I don't hate it, no, I'd rather not."

The empress was nailed to the work.

What was there was a combination of objects unlikely to be real, paintings painted by Depaysman and techniques that would have been called on Earth, new art, with an impact as if reality had connected to unreality in a mundane moment.

Baron Dalle, then retired from the court portrait painter, continued to be held as a court painter. He goes on to work on producing unrealistic art that mirrors different spaces in the canvas like the world of dreams, with the generous asylum of the court. It was sometimes a distorted space, a deformed human body, something completely heterogeneous, a combination of different concepts, the art of breaking common sense.

Its novel expression had a strange appeal, sweeping the international salon and becoming the Dale Movement. The solo exhibition is pushed by daily visitors and is a big event. And his solo exhibition also featured ceramics, crafts, etc. designed by Lotte and made by artisans, which were equally well received.

"Lord Farma really took care of me. Thanks to you for this success, I would love this."

Along with such a letter, the oil colour of his 300 dimension, which would have been a great amount at market capitalization, was delivered to the Medicis family. When I took the cloth, there was a fantastic picture there that reflected the world as it was in someone's dream. Super masterpiece.

"Oh, thank you. My father would love that."

It's an oversized size, so I just have to decorate the front door.

"Hmm, this feeling..."

(You've seen something, this painting style. Magrid and Dali, you know)

Too surreal, a little less grotesque, of Baron Dare, who was to be decorated on the doorstep of the Medicis family, but looking at the simple work painted with Dare's heart turned, a little bit, he was a pharma who wondered if he was a pioneer in surrealistic painting in this world.

Because they had too much personality, Lotte and Blanche said they couldn't go through the front door painting in the middle of the night.