Parallel World Pharmacy

Following Bruno's greetings from the university director general with him as medical director and court samurai chief Claude and pharmacy director, Pharma, the dean of general medicine and pharmacy, takes his place on the stage and gets the attention of the freshmen.

The height of the stage was unsuitable due to the unique circumstances of the child, but Pharma does not pass by willingly with a slight stretch of back. Pharma meets Ellen in the corner of the grand auditorium, who looks worried that something might be possible, so she climbs up the corner. Ellen seemed to realize that Pharma was a normal mind.

"Nice to meet you. My name is Farma de Medicis and I have been ordained Dean of the Faculty since this year. Later, get to know each other."

"Now, the Imperial School of Medicine of Saint Fluve is about to be reborn vigorously as a medical and pharmaceutical education hub and research hub with renovations in educational curricula, undergraduate integration and abandonment, common to the world"

Pharma noticed that the example's chief youth was staring at him on the stage, but he kept talking to you without giving him a glance. He had an emotion on his face that he didn't want to listen for a moment.

"Each and every drug you deal with has the potential to heal patients with the same disease all over the world. Medicine has the power to heal people, it is a chain biochemical reaction that occurs between medicine and the human body. You have to understand that reaction and look out from it to understand the phenomena happening in the living. The pharmacist draws on the power of medicine with proven knowledge and advanced skills and works closely with medical practitioners in all faculties to ensure that it is used appropriately. I'm going to teach you how to do that thoroughly, specifically..."

The example made Pharma's lesson longer, so Ellen sent Pharma a hand gesture. Farma has a lot of passion for pharmacy, and this kind of training often makes it a long story to stick around. The students saw Bruno's gesture of "You can sit down" and listened as they sat down.

Farma's speech will not end. The students were listening. And the students outside the Faculty of General Medicine and Pharmacy were moved by his heart during Pharma's slight speech, and he was also surprised that he was a master, especially the students of the Faculty of Pharmacy, who also continued to want to transfer to the Faculty of General Medicine and Pharmacy.

Of course, some were fed up with the length of the story.

"Precious stories are fine, but the rest is in the lecture. Professor Farma."

Finally, Bruno forced him to interrupt. Farma, who was immersed in the story, puts his head on reflection.

"Excuse me. Looks like you've had too much to talk about. Now please take your time to learn at the University as a meaningful time. I am looking forward to lecturing and practicing with you as I will be responsible for five lectures, including the annual Common Curriculum Basic Medicine Overview, Medical Pharmaceutical Biology, and the second year of specialized courses."

The lectures in charge of Pharma held in the Great Auditorium were incorporated into the compulsory subjects common to all faculties.

Correctional courses will be held in the first or second year, and specialized courses will be held in the third or fourth year.

In the fifth year, he trains and qualifies for a first- and second-degree pharmacist after five years. Admission is permitted from the age of fourteen. Tuition was borne by the Empire and was free of charge on the condition that after graduation he would work for five years as an Imperial health professional.

"All my lectures for the first year are compulsory, so if you don't take credit, it's an immediate year. But don't miss out on school."

General guidance for the first shot of the new semester comes to an end, with ringorns, ringorns and central watchtower bells playing bright tones. I could hear the spiral of a creek in the garden and the chirping of a bird through an open window. In the splendid Dean's Office and Professor's Office, which was appreciated by Pharma, the three of us had a conversation with the Professor's Secretary and Ellen.

"I'm surprised you're used to greeting all those faculty and students."

"Student opponents are used to it. Ellen's unexpectedly ascending, even though she's always a winner."

"Hey, leave me alone."

Pharma laughs. In my previous life, I had lectures for years, and even if I was told I was on the board, it was only a pharma that came up with "I guess" or so sentiments.

"Were you a professor somewhere?

Ask Pharma as Zoë de Dunois surprised when he brought the tea set. She was the professor secretary of beauty that Pharma had just hired since this semester, when she gave an oral examination and expected to be brilliant and attentive. Long, water-colored hair is presented in costumes, and stands like a classy lady with a standing collar and basle style dress.

"I've never been a professor."

Associate professors, though, did not supplement. I don't know what that means, Zoe puts her neck up.

"Oh, he's a little different from people. You mean human apart."

Ellen clouded with those words.

As the three of us sipped tea and took a sigh of relief, we heard a knock from outside the professor's room.

"Excuse my sudden visit, I'm Emmerich Bauer."

"Go ahead."

"Excuse me, sir."

Emerich breathed like this when he was passed to the professor's office and seated on the couch.

"Dean of Medicis General Medicine and Pharmacy. I would like to ask you to accept my application for expulsion."

"Huh? Expulsion? Already?"

Ellen's glasses just slip off because of what she's talking about.

"That's pretty steep. Couldn't you quit before you took the exam or enrolled?

Pharma relaxed, but appropriated Emerich's request.

"It's the last thing that bothered me until today. I don't have time, I've already made up my mind"

"If you really want to say so, you have to prepare a statement of reasons for putting it out to the professors' council. I don't know if it'll be accepted. If you simply change your mind, you're dismissed."

"Is that why? For the decisive reason, I made the wrong choice of path. You should have carefully identified who wrote this textbook. I would like to visit my brother and teach him personally."

Emerich has decided that Farma can't possibly write a textbook. So, as a co-author, I assumed that Pallet, whose name was written, was the primary author. It is a remarkable thing to say. But Pharma asked calmly, without offending his mood.

"I mean, I don't think I can write that. That kind of thing?"

"No, nothing like that"

That's what he says on the upper side so as not to harm his brother Tarupalle's heart certificate, but behind his green eyes he could see a strong willingness to affirm. Pharma is only twelve, I guess he doesn't look like he's completing a full academic.

"Unfortunately, my brother has not taken a disciple. My brother's an excellent pharmacist, but he just became a first-class pharmacist six months ago. If that's okay with you, I'll take it."

Pharma inks the ink kettle, signs and gives advice.

"Wait a minute. You, Mr. Farma, no. Are you saying that just because of the professor's appearance?

Ellen, who was listening in silence, defended Pharma in disdain.

"Ellen, that's okay. It's his decided path, as a faculty member, I'll just support you. I don't know if it'll be accepted, but if you're so unwilling, I'll open it up to the professor's council."

Pharma stops Ellen.

Emerich is certainly good, but if you don't want to learn, it's not something you can force. I just kept loathing it, and I know where to go. Besides, to see the material Zoe showed me, he is already an exotic first-class pharmacist. If you go back to the country, you'll have a full job.

(What do you mean you were trying to get into college and you didn't have time?

Farma was a little concerned.

"Then I won't say anything more. I don't think you should judge people by their appearance."

Emerich heard Ellen's words and apparently felt something about Ellen defending him that far inside the school and among the students, even as Bruno's most apprentice, turning to Pharma to see what he thought.

"Well, if you don't mind. May I give you guidance, at the Divine Arts Match?"

"Why do you want to gain strength in divinity?

Pharma told him to bite and include the intention of creating a comprehensive pharmacy school. He said it was an undergraduate who could learn without having to use divine arts. Why apply to that professor for a power comparison in divine art? That's what I asked.

But Emerich shook his neck sideways as hard as he could.

"Because a good pharmacist is a good theologian. This is public common sense. If you can't accept it, I can't."

"You... you know what you're talking about?

Ellen scolds Emerich. Turning down a divine game means fleeing a serious battle, which is dishonorable to an adult nobleman.

It was read between the lines that he was still trying to humiliate Farma by treating her as a minor. Besides, conventional common sense suggests that a good pharmacist is necessarily an excellent use of divinity.

"If you want to leave school, I won't stop you, but okay."

Pharma took off her jacket and vest and stood up.

"Mr. Zoe. Can you tell the office and rent out the arena?

"From now on? What is the purpose of the use?"

"Personal classes, I guess."

"Yes, I did. Apply for deployment of theology team for bulkhead generation and doctor standby for first aid?

Zoe asks, turning her mind, but Pharma does it right.

"What's a divine formation for bulkhead generation?

"Meaning as it is. It's like a fence to keep the gallery from being attacked. You should definitely get ready."

Ellen teaches Pharma. Emerich's arm is expected to be considerable. If you destroy equipment and equipment in the school, it will be charged to the party who carried out the theological battle, so you better keep it protected, she said.

"Then please prepare for that"

"Soften your hands. That's the youngest professor in the empire, with a liver."

Emerich looked often because he had developed the way he wanted.

There's a saying, "" I'm not stupid enough to be called a teacher. "You're leaving school, so you don't have to tell me what's not in your mind."

Pharma puts the river willow out to engage and cuts back Emerich's sarcasm.

"But there's only one thing I need you to carve back into your heart"

Farma said so, turning her back on Emerich and leaving the room.

…━━…━━…━━…

"It's a divine game! The divine game is about to begin!

The bulletin was enthusiastic and instantly ran all over the university.

Students and faculty began to gather in the outdoor arena from no-one else when they heard about their presence on campus.

"What's the matter, noisy"

Bruno looks down at the garden from the window of the Director-General's Office and puts on his face.

"New semester, yes. Divine combat training means this year's freshmen seem very energetic."

The Vice-President has compiled the signed decision documents for Bruno and has prepared the dossiers for each committee.

"Would you like to see the game, General?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not free. Keep all departments well informed so there are no dead this year."

Typically, one or two people die in a divine game.

If it is a battle between nobles, it is not a safe game. Even if you don't intend to kill me, you can risk your life.

But Bruno never dreamed it was his son's game.

…━━…━━…━━…

A transparent cylindrical theological formation, covering the arena stage, was braided and activated.

Into the enclosure of the blue light column, Pharma and Emerich relate.

"Thank you for your help."

Emerich smiles sparingly. Pharma was stretching her arms and exercising prep.

Both wands were pulled out, but Emmerich broke down one long wand from the center into two. Looks like a double wand. Pharma doesn't show any particular bare gestures of upset when he sees it. Gently grip the wand.

"Check the rules of theological combat. Unlimited time. Until the opponent lets go of his cane and shows his willingness to surrender, or the referee stops, or becomes incapable of fighting."

Officials who manage outdoor arenas with judgment badges confirm the rules. In some cases, without a referee, it would have been a killing, Bruno said, and he was supposed to be present only when a divine match took place.

"Okay."

Pharma snorts a clear answer.

The real-life training and rules of divinity experienced with Ellen and Palle go hand in hand.

"Begin!"

Emerich struck out an activated chant at the same time as the signal for the commencement of the judgment.

"Ersticken des Bereichs"

"Heilige Tornado"

Continuous chanting by two canes. It's both wind attribute theology. And the chanting language was not that of the Saint-Fluve Empire, but that of the Kingdom of Prussia.

"Well, is it a duo chant? Unusual."

"That's quite a user."

Inspirational voices rise from the faculty who watched on the spot.

Sounds like a tactic of war that flies consciousness with suffocation moves and hits launch ground in the sky with a tornado, but suffocation moves are ineffective for Pharma. The referee was blown up and thrown off-site. The tornado's power was awesome, but Farma dared to kick the ground and jump up big, taking a position from above.

The wand Pharma has in his hands is a dot, but it is the work of the sceptre artisan of the Imperial capital. Even without the drug scepter, the staff ID that was in his chest pocket is creating buoyancy.

Fluffy and Pharma's body conceives the wind.

"The lag time is long......! Is that the effect of Emerich's tornado?

"No! The professor is using the wind the other way"

The gallery screamed realizing that Emerich's technique was not working on Pharma.

"Questions"

Pharma's voice, thrown from above, sounded well up to the mistletoe of the arena.

"What attribute am I?

Pharma asks questions with her index finger standing still and looking down. And right after that,

"(l 'énorme marteau d 'eau)"

Pharma curled at the tip of his cane and drew a positive circle, shaking off the high water pressure attack with Emerich as if to summon the water column into it.

"Damn! It's determined by such water attributes!

Emerich spots the attack and steps quickly to dodge it, but Pharma manipulates the water column as he slowly descends so that he can dodge the critical. Emerich had no choice but to dodge it thoroughly, like a small animal targeted by a raptor. The militant ground was severely damaged and there was a small crater in the attack on Pharma.

"What is that water pressure...! Shatter the stage laid by the Divine Arts... Was the Great Hammer of Water such a divine technique?

The faculty who were coming to see each other exchange words.

"No, it's not. And Professor Pharma's chanting sounds are modest, it should be so powerful..."

You don't have to chant loudly, just whine. Activated chanting is established and divine moves are activated. But poor chanting pronunciation generally reduces the power of theology.

"That power to the extent of whispering the activated chant..."

The gallery couldn't keep up with the divine art that went off track, and began to make a scene.

Emerich fought back with a series of attacks from the air, avoiding them because of the mess, while realizing that Pharma was just making threats.

"You didn't mean to hit it, professor!

"I guess so."

Pharma flutters down on the ground.

Pharma could also see Emerich heightening his vigilance on a light landing as if he had escaped gravity.

"I don't mean it as far as I'm concerned if you're trying to deal with someone so much that you don't hurt me in a mutually agreed divine match. Come and kill me."

Farma, which was the feeling of the Japanese that what the faculty were, even if the students beat him up, should not fight back, was listening unexpectedly to Emerich's words.

"It is. Well, I won't hesitate."

When Pharma glanced, Emerich flickered for a moment.

Pharma grumbled about something blurry, creating only one ice on his fingertips.

The grain grows, becomes two, becomes four.

"Is that an ice sword?

With the basic technique of water attributes, Emerich also knows. Sixteen ice knives will kill the subject. Pharma generation did not end, however, and began to multiply exponentially. There are already countless murder weapons floating around Pharma.

If I get hit with all this, I can't get away with just the amount of stuff! Did Emerich feel that way, the room completely disappeared from Emerich's face?

Pharma slowly pointed her index finger at Emerich, trying to stir up fear, with her nail tip only lightly.

"This technique... is not divine..."

Emerich swallowed a scream while being attacked by it of such density that any evasion was unacceptable.

The ice knife aims at Emerich at a fierce speed and is ejected at the same moment.

"I can escape..."

The wind barrier erected by Emerich was completely destroyed before it was completed. When he realized death, all knives had stopped a few millimeters from Emerich. If he is even slight, instant death is inevitable.

"Capture de glace"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

restrain Emerich, who is no longer able to move, to embed him within a huge iceberg.

And Pharma set him up to strike a shot of the billiards with his wand.

"la tempête en colère"

"Become!?

Emerich's face drew even more terror.

Somehow, the person who thought he was a water attribute theologian unleashed the wind attribute theology. Immediately before releasing the attack, the iceberg evaporated and disappeared, but did not give Emerich time to escape. A blast strikes Emerich and takes away his sight.

And Emerich, he heard a terrible word.

"Enfer de brûlure"

Farma kept standing, surrounding the frightened Emerich with a whole blazing circle of flames. Emerich immediately brings in strong winds and manages to blow the flames to extinguish the fire. But he was exposed to further attacks.

"la conviction du ciel"

It is the finest divine art of earthly attributes, with flame-wrapped earth debris pouring down like rain from above. Now Emerich also hits me and I get intensive fire. Emmerich endures severe pain and tries to blow away with the wind, but he seems to have noticed that his divine power is rapidly diminishing.

Emerich's patron saint is the medicine god.

When I deal with Pharma, I resonate and Pharma takes away my divine power.

"Yes... divine power... why..."

"What's up?

In words that seemed to see through everything about Pharma, Emerich realized that Pharma knew what it was.

"You should have gotten better."

As long as Emerich's patron saint is the medicine god, there is no way he can beat Pharma. The more Emerich tries to use divinity, the more patron saints he needs.

Prayer for the drug god is nothing more than to add and empower Pharma. Palle originally had a lot of divine power out of standard. He was able to hold on to the drug scepter against him for about an hour, but Emerich quickly ran out of divine power in his body. But it was also clear to Emerich that he would be one of the premier theological users in school, looking at the numbers of theological dynamometers assessed at the time of enrollment.

"Come on, shall we ask the same question? What's my attribute?

Pharma asks questions to give Emerich a break breathing on his shoulder without the leeway to shoot the divine art. Emmerich was upset and unanswered because Pharma had him try to shoot all four attributes of divinity along with an accurate activated chant.

The audience also began to realize that Pharma's divinity was abnormal. Because there is no such thing as a divine use that can use all attributes. Emerich was shuddering finely, stupefied. They must be attacked by a sense of vanity.

"At first, when I launched an attack with water, you said: Water attributes."

Emerich's lips trembled, but nothing could be said back.

"But you fooled me."

Pharma was all about material creation and erasure, disguising other attribute theology.

Flame attributes are the creation of explosive and flammable substances.

The wind attribute creates a vacuum with the creation and elimination of giant icebergs, lowering barometric pressure and bringing in storms,

Territorial attributes let the ore descend in material creation.

It was accompanied by an activated chant of existing divine art that made it look like it.

But Emerich, who doesn't know that, turns a blind eye to the Great Sage.

"Professor Farma, could you possibly... use the divine arts of all attributes?

"No way."

Pharma laughed obscuring the truth.

"That's a lie... didn't you use all the attributes? So what the hell is the right attribute?

"You don't understand anymore, do you? That's what I want you to learn and go home. Whatever and where you leave this university to live, don't take things lightly in the light of your previous common sense."

Pharma draws a straight partition line with a cane in front of Emerich, who was cornered at the edge of the stage.

Then the stage disappeared neglectfully across the line, and Emerich fell off-site.

"If you want to do a big job and help more people"

Emerich is considered to have lost his willingness to fight because he was off-site and still out of balance and let go of his wand.

"F, the victory of Professor Farma de Medicis......!

The referee will make his judgment, and Pharma will lay down his staff.

"I'll accept your expulsion delivery, I'll open your expulsion to the professor's council, is that all right?

Pharma put a signed piece of parchment out of his pocket and showed it to Emerich.

"May I take it down... May I?"

Emerich sifts and shakes his head, pleading with Pharma in a plundered voice.

"I want to learn from you, I was wrong...... Professor Farma. Please, forgive my disrespect."

Pharma heard Emerich's will, creating a pyrotechnic substance and burning the expulsion delivery neatly.

"Personal classes are over. Next class is in the classroom."

The Divine Arts are disarmed and blue light scraps are crushed and scattered.

Emerich stood up and bowed his head low until Farma was completely invisible from the arena.