Parallel World Pharmacy

One day at the Imperial Palace of Saint Fluve, in the emperor's office.

Medicis' New and Basic Pharmaceutical Biology, with a thick textbook written on the cover, Elizabeth II was turning it peppery. The pages let the wind out and flutter the Empress's, clearly rounded up hair.

Keep your face close or away. Hmm, let me impress you the most.

"I see."

And the Empress closed the textbook.

Drinking sauce and saliva is Pharma and Pallet.

He's the first author of a textbook in the Empress's hands and the second author.

"I don't know."

(I'm sorry, but you will)

Pharma hammered in his heart.

"It's a medical and pharmaceutical book printed on a copier. I don't know the rest."

Will the finished textbooks also be among the novel inventions? I guess I'm going in, just in case it's Pharma and Palais who have dedicated themselves to the Empress. Palle said, "I don't know if there's ever been a lifetime of devotion to Your Majesty! Let me go, too!," he rumbled, and the flu was endemic in the palace, so he was trying to keep him from going thinking about the risk of infection during chemotherapy, but, well, as long as he was acting with Pharma, he reconsidered whether it was okay because there was a sanctuary, and the two of us came to a dedication ceremony.

On a clear stage for a generation, Palle's tensions are also transmitted to Pharma.

"The Medicis brothers. Then it works brilliantly."

"Ha ha."

I'm honored.

Pharma and Palais are awed, and the two of us salute each other.

(Oh, speaking of which! Head!)

Pharma, who gives his attention unexpectedly to Palle's head, which lowers his head deeply, but Palle apparently fixed it so that the wig could not be removed. I seem to have learned from my failure in the Temple. I don't need Pharma. I turned my mind.

"Claude."

"Ha"

The Empress invited the Samurai Chief Physician Claude, who was present at the dedication ceremony, to hand over the textbook. As always, Claude is wearing a black coat with a collar.

"Rate the value of this book as a samurai chief."

"will read it now"

Without Claude being harsh, I give up textbooks. I don't write bullshit or if it's academically correct or not.

"You two come here"

Pharma and Pallet are recommended to the samurai to sit in the chair provided in the corner of the office. While Claude is looking through, the Empress calls the Secretary of State to perform other duties.

Claude's peer review took a while. In contrast to Pharma, who waited with a cool face, Palle, who was censored and frightened of his book by an imperial doctor named Samurai Chief, even though he was Pharma's proxy, was still about to fall. Falma ears when she sees such a pallet.

"You look sick, but are you okay?

"Oh, oh... you're doing well. I thought you had hair in your heart.

He was overwhelmed by Pharma, who was also magnificent before the emperor and the chief samurai.

"It's not growing."

"Who says you're bald?

"I didn't say."

Honey, and I heard a cough from Claude, so both Pharma and Palle be careful with their private language. It is strictly forbidden to speak private language or anything else in front of the Emperor.

Having finished her job with the Secretary of State, the Empress gracefully drinks up the tea she had on the executive desk and offers her abdomen.

"It's noon, I'm so hungry. Well, then you'll be hungry. Can't you eat with the rest of it?"

Pharma, Pallet and Claude were invited to lunch (PETIT COUVERT).

"I'm honored."

It was a supreme honor to be allowed to sit beside the emperor and to dine with him, and Palle, bathed in that honor, was excited to say that he wanted to be proud of himself for life. Pharma always dines with the Empress after her check-up, but she decided not to dare.

The emperor's meal is open to the court.

The emperor sits at the window of a round table in an informal dining room ready, with the windows open. After viewing the Emperor's seat, Pharma and Pallet also take their seats. The servants bring the wet napkins and offer them to Palais and Pharma, wiping their hands. Pharma and Pallet strain the fingerball with the water produced by divine art, filling the cup as well.

The Empress is a fire attribute theologian, so a dedicated water attribute theologian fed the water.

There were large numbers of court people around the Empress refraining. Farma doesn't even think it's similar to Louis XIV's court life in France when it comes to eating in the midst of popular circles.

"Farma, you were here! Mother, are you here to see me?

The prince came into the room and welcomed the visit of Pharma.

"We're going rabbit hunting."

"Long time no see, Your Highness. Later, let me see you before the rabbit hunt."

Palais asks with her eyes why the prince knows you. Besides, why can't you check on the royal family? But I just don't say.

(Never again)

Pharma trivially takes off her coat. Pharma's vest under the coat had a crown-shaped badge. It is the badge of the court pharmacist. The fourth court pharmacist in the empire, it will be.

"Hih!?

Palle, who had first seen it, was about to lose his jaw. It was also at this very moment that Palle learned that Pharma was a court pharmacist.

Farma was totally spoiled by Palais for his position and the credentials he owned.

"What's wrong, the food doesn't fit your mouth?

The empress speaks to me because I uttered an odd voice, and Palle is in awe.

"Yes, no. It's delicious."

"That's good. Enjoy it until you feel comfortable."

"Thank you"

Palais, who understood Farma's position in the court and knew he was using Farma heavily in the Royal Family Guru to get close, no longer had words.

I wanted to go home now, and I didn't think about the court. It was a pallet.

Ten plates of hors d 'oeuvres, three plates of meat, two plates of fish and four plates of antholme (dessert) were placed on a wonderfully finely crafted silver dish and transported after a poisonous look. More than the table of the de Medicis family, it is a sumptuous and luxurious dish that should be called court cuisine. By the time the Pharmas were getting full as they recommended a slow meal and pinched a carefree conversation with the prince and empress, Claude, who was peer-reviewed in a separate room, had a first glance at the textbook.

"Thank you. You should eat."

"Ha, thank you. I would like to read it. One question is, where did the Pharmacist complete this knowledge?

Pharma and Claude's gaze caught on. Pharma often gets stuck with answers.

"... can't you tell me?

Claude enters the offensive position, as if to tighten his neck with a cotton. The Empress, who saw it, sent a help ship to Pharma.

"Uh, it's Claude. Don't bother the boy too much."

"Right. This is more of a compilation of my delusions than a textbook, at the moment"

Farma, however, abruptly tuned to Claude.

"Eh, Pharma ⁉"

What are you going to say, I guess that's what you thought. Pallet hastily tried to conquer Pharma. But Pharma's words continue.

"When cases are collected and statistical analysis is based on the medical methods of many medical and pharmaceutical practitioners and these treatments are assessed as effective and this knowledge will continue to be updated"

So Pharma glances at the Empress from Claude.

"This will be the first real textbook"

"Hmm..."

The Empress was overwhelmed by Pharma's words.

"Ha, the leukemia section was validated with me as an example case"

Palle defended Pharma just now.

Claude, having heard it, gave the textbook to the Empress with all due respect after a chilling grin. Speaking of which, Pharma remembered that

"I also have one for the Samurai Chief Physician, available. I'd love to see it."

"You're ready, thank you"

Claude received the textbook from Pharma and stated his feelings.

"I would like to spend more time reading it, if possible, requiring medical verification, but this is a treasure trove of unknown knowledge. If all of this is correct, not creative knowledge or bullshit, we have to overshadow previous medical history. Old medicine, medicine, can be a thing of the past, and it can be useless."

When Claude ran out of words like that, he seemed to be out of hand, pocketing the glasses he was wearing.

"Verification is going to take over a hundred years, no, two hundred years"

Claude felt right, Farma nodded. Because textbook descriptions now also include technologies that cannot be reproduced or verified in any way in this world.

Pharma wanted to appreciate Claude's sincere attitude towards discipline.

The Empress was thinking a little when she heard about Claude.

"Then I shall entrust the Court Samurai Corps with the verification of this medical book. Focus on objectivity, and let mistakes be uncovered and corrected immediately. If it takes two hundred years, you have to start right away."

"Whatever you say. I can't be unrelated to this book either."

Claude looks out for Pharma.

Pharma, who has no idea what he's talking about, and Palle, who doesn't even know what he's talking about, blink his eyes.

"Your father asked me to be the medical director of Imperial Medical College to be restructured."

(Was it? Didn't know......)

Bruno also seems to be moving a lot under the water.

I recently packed it into college and hardly ever came home. By the way, Claude and Bruno are in a good rivalry with each other, with the chief samurai and the head court pharmacist, but they seem to have decided to come here and join hands.

The collaboration between doctors and pharmacists, medical schools and pharmacies was this unlikely and powerful tag.

"I know that comfortably. Thank you."

"You're going to be a professor, too, Dean of General Medicine."

Palais, hearing that, almost had her eyes popped out. And I actually did. I won't hide it in Palais any longer than I have come to the court.

"It's a treachery, sir."

"That's why I got the talk. If you were in the same college, you'd hear what you were going to tell the students."

By the way, I've asked other samurai doctors and Bruno that this samurai chief is a good surgeon, and it seems true. It can be said that it almost always happens in this world to perform surgery with bare hands full of germs, that there is just a good chance that you will die from an infection after surgery, that sewing thin blood vessels is not your property, that you will barely bleed during surgery, and that you will do fine work while using divine art.

The success rate of his surgery is higher than the average surgeon surgery in this world.

Problems around it would teach the concept of cleanliness and improve patient survival much more simply by using antibiotics and other things after surgery to support Claude's surgery. Claude should be a famous doctor.

"Your father seems to want to make Empire Capital and Imperial College of Medicine the best medical hubs in the world. I've been thinking a lot about it..."

That's funny, Claude grins invincibly.

The empress who heard it finished her meal by wiping her mouth with a napkin and asked him.

"Claude, you're going to support Pharma."

"I'm a doctor, a medical scientist, and I'm always the truth me. I accept the right theory."

I'm not caught in the common sense of the past, Claude said.

"If it's a whole new academic system that has left black death as well as white death, it should be accepted for patients"

"Uhm."

The empress, who had lost her life thanks to Pharma's medicine, also nodded heavily. Without Pharma, the Empress would have gone to the afterlife by now.

"Your Majesty, there's one thing I'd like you to forgive me for."

After everyone had finished their meals, Claude made a suggestion to the Empress.

"Can you forgive me for dissecting the sinners executed in the Empire"

Previously, it was a matter of seeing and learning the anatomy of a teacher whether to complete the anatomy practice of a medical student with an anatomy in an animal. But this is a long way from understanding anatomy, Claude seemed to think.

"I believe that every medical student should have an autopsy of the human body. Besides, after looking at Pharmacist's textbooks, I found that I couldn't use any previous anatomy textbooks, so I need to recreate more detailed and accurate anatomy textbooks with professors and students."

"Dear Samurai Chief Physician..."

Pharma was impressed by his measurement as he was to receive a comforting backup from an unexpected person. Farma was wondering if Bruno might be hostile to Claude, who could be considered a vested interest entitlement, as he entered the attitude of restructuring the Imperial School of Medicine.

"Uhm, let's forgive"

Claude also made the request that it be executed by hanging, not by gunshot.

Because the clean condition of the body is more helpful as an internship material.

"Regards, Samurai Doctor"

Farma bowed her head deeply.

…━━…━━…━━…

Late February 1147. Hard winter times.

The Temple's main mountain far from the Saint-Fluve Empire. From the chapel of the holy kingdom there is the singing of the priests, the clergy, the clergy apprenticeship, the witches crossing the square without hesitation, and snow falling on the roofs of the cathedrals large and small. The statues of the gods majestically lined the front porch and corridors were also frosted, and the saints, arranged at equal intervals, had the eyes of security.

Temple tissue has a hub in the basement, not on the ground. The magnificent architecture you see on the ground is principally for tourists and believers. Underneath the Grand Temple lies a labyrinth of powerful ruinous junctions, an underground fortress that can withstand the raids of evil spirits all over the world.

This time, however, in the Great Conference Room in the upper part of the Great Temple, there was an annual meeting of the Privy Council which gathered the priests of the Patronal Temple from all over the world. The temple organization culminates in the Supreme Leader, the Great Clergy, in the form of ten pivotal priests, under whose watch the priests of the guardian temples everywhere bind each priest.

More than a hundred priests gathered from all over the world are now attending the conference. In a large conference hall in the shape of a bowl, an altar was placed in the centre, and seats of the chief priest and high priest of the cardinal were set aside.

After the greeting and prayer of the high priest Pius at the Privy Council, it is up to him to report on recent developments in the parishes and on the status of the faithful in the various countries and on the activities of the evil spirits.

"I must tell the lords something."

At the beginning of the meeting, one of the pivotal clergymen holding the presidency released a bomb statement.

"It's possible that some kind of patron saint is descending into this world right now"

"Become, … is that true"

Naturally, clergy chiefs everywhere bother.

"Which patron saint is coming to you?

"I'm not sure about that"

As the priests became noisy, the priest of the Imperial Diocese of Saint-Fluve, Salomon, sat silently in his seat. Which patron saints are down on earth today? All I know is Salomon on the field.

Salomon did not wander, but pretended to be at peace. But as if the Cardinal Cleric had seen through his heart like that, he showed a point of the world map, put up on the altar, with a cane.

"It's probably down to the Saint-Fluve Empire. For the past two years, the activities of the evil spirits of the Saint-Fluve Empire have been curtailed and no sightings have been found."

Evil spirits, whatever their bias, are rare to be gone. So if we observe crumbly the appearance of evil spirits everywhere, we can see the anomaly.

The evil spirits expelled were moving to the border and neighbouring countries. as if to avoid the imperial capital.

Plus, there are reports that the Empire of Saint Fluve has left that black death. I just think there was God's blessing. Yes, the Cardinal Cleric explained.

"Chief Salomon, forward."

"Ha."

No longer will Salomon take a seat before him, and ascend to the center altar, conceiving how he answered.

He attracted a lot of attention. Salomon kneels before the high priest in his ordained work.

"There are almost no examples of evil spirits witnessing in the capital of the Saint-Fluve Empire. Will the patron saint guard the Saint Fluve Empire? Don't know what's going on, Salomon."

The high priest Pius opens his mouth quietly. With or without intimidation.

Pius is the supreme religious leader of the temple, where even kings and emperors from all over the world are said to be able to yield. Salomon, a former heretic inquisitor and unaware of his fears, is also shot into this man's gaze.

Every word was illusioned as if divine power were dwelling.

"No, oligarchy..."

"Can you swear by the patron saint to say that? Swear it."

Salomon was forced to take an oath with his hands on the Scriptures.

The faith of Salomon is tested before the watchful eye of the priests from all over the world. It was an unparalleled humiliation, and Salomon solidified. Whoever takes a false oath is supposedly going to wrath God.

"What's wrong, can't you? Take an oath."

The high priest strictly commands. Salomon thought it best to remain silent if he wanted to be submissive to his own faith. Pius' eyes sharpen.

"You know that. … where in the Empire are you descending?"

"You will not be returned to heaven, we must welcome you to the Great Temple soon."

The Temple Privy Council intends to detain the Patron Saint.

Again, yes... and Salomon extraordinarily guessed. So he answered with dignity.

"Even if you were in Imperial Capital, I think it would be best not to interfere. What else can the Temple do to the Patron God besides stand in the way of what the Patron God does"?

"Say what! Instead of being a dirty place in the lower realm, it's the priest's quarters that measure you to spend time in a clean Grand Temple, and we should welcome you to the Grand Temple soon!

The Cardinal Cleric was fierce.

But that's pre-construction. Speaking of what the Great Temple has been doing for a long time, it has either restrained the patron saint, tried to squeeze out divine power and use it for forbidden secrets, or it has gained the great nickname of hiding the patron saint, only to strengthen its control over the nations of the world.

And for the most part, the patron saints let such humans do their love, disappear or return to heaven. No matter how many times I repeat it, the temple doesn't seem to learn.

Salomon sighed quietly.

"The place where the patron saint is staying is my favorite. God is there because of the dead. Man should not decide where God is."

There is only one guardian saint down in this world right now.

It is a medicinal god possessed by the boy Farma de Medicis. He draws a line from his previous patron saints, not to wander around the world or impose faith, but to be in this world for at least two more years, to tease pharmacies and so on, to interact with ordinary people.

It was an unusual length for a patron saint to stay on earth.

And down on earth, he is not aware that he is a god unlike any previous patron saint, and he is a slightly strange deity who cannot accept it. Even though Salomon, who was a heretical inquisitor, raided him in a despicable way, instead of forgiving him, he is a simple deity who comes to consult Salomon, worrying about his generous character that would loosen allowances and the burden of saving people as drug gods.

Salomon thought it was a good relationship that Pharma has also relied on these days.

People benefit more than they can return from Pharma, but there is nothing the Temple can do against him. Just make him do what he wants, write down his footprints, protect where he thinks he's comfortable, and have him stay there as long as possible.

I just talked about that situation, and I didn't even think the Great Cleric could understand it. Because they ignore Pharma's divinity and thoughts and only see it as a mass of divine power.

"Are you not going to confess?"

Pius' words seeped with anger.

"Then we'll consider it a treason."

Cardinal priests stuck in Salomon. Salomon's cover-up of facts amounts to treason to the Temple. It was clear to Salomon that he could not take an oath with his hands on the Scriptures, nor speak of Pharma, that he would be tortured by heretical inquisitors, or that the closure of divine veins awaited him.

"I'm looking into it. Looks like you traded your treasure medicine scepter for the Holy Sword of the Moon God while chewing the treasures of several temples in between and working wisely. In addition, reports have been received from various regions that remarkable discoveries have followed in the pharmaceutical and other fields in Imperial Capital. Is it the god of medicine that's descending on the Empire City?"

"Under..."

Salomon turned his frightened gaze to Pius, and lost his word.

"Sounds like it."

Pius breaks.

"What? I just need to find a medic who” showed up "recently in Imperial City, I don't even have to ask you."

When it comes to pharmacists who have made a name for themselves within two years in Imperial Capital, they are nowhere but Pharma. I was going to find out tomorrow.

"There's got to be an arm-written pharmacist who left Black Death. Find him right away."

- Apparently, Pharma was too conspicuous.