Parallel World Pharmacy

"Lotte, I'll give you this."

"Oh, Master Blanche, do you want a snack?

Such an exchange was taking place between Lotte and Blanche in the Blanche room of the de Medicis family one day. It is a lotte that is delighted to shine its eyes on one piece of cake.

"Ma'am, what's wrong? Is it bad for your stomach?"

"No. But the cake doesn't even go through your throat."

"Something's bothering you."

Lotte asks worryingly as the troubled blanche carries the cake to her mouth without changing her mind. In exchange for the cake, I have an atmosphere where I have to consult with the troubles.

"My older brothers are here, and I realize that they can't give me any compliments."

Blanche reveals a slight concern to Lotte as she swoops her cheeks adorably.

"How can I get Father and Mother to praise me?

"That's right. My husband doesn't praise me very much, but his wife does."

"It's better if you get mad at me. Hey. I hope you can study."

I think Lotte probably will, but when I say that, Blanche can be obstinate.

"Don't ask Master Pharma or Mr. Pallet"

"No, no. My older brothers don't know what I'm like. Does Lotte know? My feelings."

Lotte thought, um, with her index finger up,

"Er, I've never received much praise in the first place... so I don't quite understand how your daughter feels either..."

Lotte smiled and made a servant round comment without offense.

If you look up, there's no point, but if you look down, there was Lotte.

Did Blanche read the air or he would look awkward as a child?

"That's not what I want to hear."

"Sure, Master Palle and Master Pharma are the perfect ones. If your divinity improves, you can praise me."

"I do the divine arts all the time, but I didn't do any studying."

Blanche gets a sigh of sigh with a cheek wand on his desk.

"Your daughter is only 7 years old, so your studies will be a little older later..."

"My brother and I were studying medicine when we were seven years old."

Indeed, Blanche has been told by Bruno to train in theology, but not strongly in academia. As much as she was learning to read and write calculations from her mother, Beatrice, she didn't even have a formal tutor as a pharmacist.

"So, will you ask your husband?

"I will."

So Blanche followed Bruno home from college into his office with him.

Lotte also offers by the door. Bruno takes off his coat in the clerk's office and begins to slip back into the chair and spread the paperwork, with his apprentice helping him with it. As always, he is a majestic father.

"Oh, my God, it's Blanche. Stand where you are."

Blanche hit such a busy looking Bruno with a thoughtful question.

"Chi eh. Am I gonna be a pharmacist for a while?

Bruno didn't even stop working and sounded frustrated.

"Why ask me that? My family business is a pharmacist, what else do you want to be besides a pharmacist"

I'm just saying it's only natural to be a pharmacist.

"But unlike us, I still don't have a pharmacist."

"Oh, speaking of which, you were that age, too. I command Eleonor to tutor her, so make her a teacher."

Educational policies for the development of pharmacists in the de Medicis family include either tutoring or enrolling them in schools. Bruno looked up as if annoyed, as there was no reply of obedience, even reluctantly.

"Are you unhappy to be a pharmacist? Or is Eleonor dissatisfied? She's a famous pharmacist enough to get into a few fingers in the empire."

"It's not like that."

"Turn to your parents. What's that attitude? If you want to do something, you can be free. Your patron saint is a water god, so you have no responsibility to be a pharmacist. Besides, you're not diligent, you're careless, you're deceitful, you're crude. Besides, I don't have an attitude toward study. You're not for a pharmacist."

Bruno began to grate Blanche before his disciples. The disciples can't wait to pretend to devote themselves to the work on the spot. Blanche is starting to cry.

"Does that mean you don't have to be a pharmacist?

"Um, a pharmacist is a job of keeping people's lives. I don't want half a man."

Bruno discarded. Blanche ran away from the room crying.

"My father told me I didn't have to be a pharmacist. That's where it's hanging out. And a lot of other things pissed me off."

"Huh!? Is it true!?

Welcoming Blanche, who hung out tears and shuddered back, Lotte was stunned by Bruno's assessment of being too harsh. Bruno's reputation as a pharmacist for Pharma and Palais is high. So, in contrast to that, it was surprising to see a downfall that could not even be associated with an exhortation to Blanche.

"What does that mean? That's not a good point."

"Well, that's... what do you think"

Blanche was depressed because Lotte was stuck in his response.

Lotte scowls at Blanche, who is overwhelmed with unexpected extra warfare announcements. Blanche regretted it or grabbed Lotte's clothes hem.

"The lady wanted to be a pharmacist, didn't she?

"... yeah. But if you don't have to be a pharmacist, what else do you have?"

"Your daughter's professional aptitude, is..."

Lotte leads Blanche to the dining room and recommends tea. And before Blanche, he puts down a book he took from Pharma's bookshelf, and opens it to Blanche and points it at him.

Lotte wore a little bit of education after she was told she was free to borrow Farma's bookshelf.

What Lotte took was a book dealing with the aptitude and vocation of theological attributes.

"What's this?

With his mouth on the cup, Lotte explains the contents to a neat blanche.

"It is the vocational aptitude of the Watergod, the patron saint of the lady. It seems like a related job that heals people - doctors, pharmacists, artists, musicians, poets, etc. ~. Look, there are so many of them! Which one do you want? Hey!

Those who have the Watergod as their patron saint have a part of this that is undecided in vocational aptitude, and they will not be forced to be what. Well, the freedom of vocational choice was high. That is what is rare, like Pharma and Palais, which makes the drug god the patron saint, so the education of pharmacists is half compulsive. Claude, using the medical god as his patron saint, was a similar thing.

"Um, I've never done any of it, so I can't imagine which one I'd like, and I'm worried about it."

Lotte hit her hand remembering that there was.

"Oh, yeah. Will you divine it to Master Clara! Master Clara seems to understand the future! You may also know your daughter's fitness."

"Yeah. I will!

On auspicious days when I thought of it, Blanche sent a messenger to Clara to arrange a meeting.

Visit Clara's mansion on foot with Blanche and his offering Lotte, as well as several squires.

Chloe's mansion, where Clara resides, is just a short walk from the de Medicis family.

"Welcome..."

As the line stepped inside the mansion, Clara was caught like a dry object in the entrance staircase slope.

Clara, who said she worked too hard today because she had a sailing meeting with Jean, was still in lazy mode this afternoon, but when she heard that Blanche, Farma's sister, was coming, she agreed to the request.

"What? Do you want me to divine the future? Okay, here we go."

In a dark room named Meditation Room, the lights are lit pompous with candles, and Clara begins to dance meditating on the dubious altar laid by the Divine Arts. The future a few months ahead looks normal, but it seems to require a special ritual when it comes to the future a long way ahead.

"Yes! Ha, ha, yum, yum, yum, yum!

I started making odd noises. Apparently, her theology draws on the flow of dance theology,

"It's a little different than your father's dance."

Blanche tells Lotte that's where he is.

Clara took the steps lightly and when she was dancing was luscious, odd was the sound that made her feel dangerous, but she had a divine beauty.

"Ha, ha...!

After a single dance, Clara fell in with a sliding before Blanche and Lotte.

They've run out of souls.

Lotte accidentally confirms Clara's breathing, but she lived hard.

"So, are you okay? Dear Clara."

"Hii, uh, it's just out of divinity...... I didn't see Mr. Blanche's future clearly. Ah... I tried my best...! Ha, ha... I worked very hard -! … but I just saw a little"

"I'll pass it on...... very!

Lotte held his fists in both hands. Lotte doesn't really encounter the scene either, as using divine art until she's out of divine power is supposed to be a big deal. I've never seen Pharma lose his divinity, and Blanche doesn't use that much hard divinity.

So much so that Palle sometimes, after training, collapses out of divinity.

"Lady! Lady Clara! Cheer up!

When Clara's samurai flipped Clara over to the surface, not falling down and being slight, she was peeling white eyes. When the samurai measured it with a divine dynamometer, it was showing considerable depletion.

"Kah!? Ma'am! Oh, my God, you're losing so much divine power! Ma'am, I'm not used to the use of divine power yet... so I can't do it."

Clara, who doesn't even have a divine vein open, doesn't really understand the addition or subtraction of divine power output, says the samurai.

"It looks painful. Shall I inform Lady Pharma?

When the seemingly lotte asked Clara, only Clara's hand shook up as she sifted.

To somehow breathe and say,

"Oh, hey, looks like the time to clairvoyance was too far away...... I used too much divine power, I'm not going to sleep like this. I slept for about two days because I used too much force..."

"Oh, are you going to sleep two days?! Oh, thank you very much..."

"Probably a doctor related job...... right? I guess."

That's all Clara left to say, he fell down, so Lotte and Blanche dispersed Clara's mansion.

"I wonder if I'm going to be a pharmacist for work related to doctors."

After returning home, Lotte watched Blanche struggle to regain a little energy.

"You can be a female pharmacist like Master Eleonor, isn't that cool!

Lotte grinned with a faint face.

"Well, I'm going to be a medic today for practice! I'm the pharmacist, and Lotte's a customer!

Lotte comes out with a hanging scale to medicate and sets it before Blanche.

Somewhere, I've presented a look at the whole thing, but Lotte seriously sits in front of Blanche posing as a patient.

"I want a head, and it's like coughing. Dear pharmacist, please prepare your medicine!

"Hang in there!

First, practice weighing with the flour I borrowed from the kitchen.

Blanche had put powder on the rough balance at first, but gradually the tension also came off and weighed it smoothly.

"If this were the case, I'd feel like I could treat you to a pharmacy."

Did he get a little alarmed, Blanche slipped his hand and dropped a tablespoon of medicine while he was good at it, and the powder splashed under his balance. The powder rises and enters Blanche's nose...

"Blah blah blah!

A huge sneeze splashed all the flour. Blanche's face turned bright white and half crying. Lotte also turns bright white and only her eyes are puffy.

"Would you like to do it again, lady?"

"Yah, I failed. I don't think the medics are for you."

Blanche is also quick to give up.

"I don't think it's ever for you...... if you practice more. Let's do it sticky!

As Lotte was comforting Blanche, apparently Pallet, who had finished his autonomous tre, came in an awkward manner.

"What are you sprinkling all over, you guys? Clear the balance, too. What have you been up to?

"I was playing pharmacist with Master Blanche! Now practice weighing."

Lotte explains.

"Uh, pharmacist?

Palais, who heard that, clearly had a tone of ridicule, so Blanche turned to her in embarrassment.

"Hey, it's nothing!

"If you have time to do that, I'm going to go to divine training. You haven't skipped training lately!

"No! Not with my big brother! Go with your little brother!

Blanche resisted the jitter, but was dragged to the pallet with a bright white face.

"There you go -"

Lotte waved her hand off as she muddled her face.

"Not sure you can be a pharmacist?

Farma returns from college for exhausted blanche troubles consultation.

Blanche was swallowed by the palace, after he fell into a snare.

"Ah no. My father told me it wasn't for me, and I couldn't get my medicine on. Also, it's hard to study - the calculations are wrong -... I'm not as amazing as my older brothers..."

"Uh, do you feel like doing it?

"Aye. But... just because I can't do it as great as my older brothers"

Pharma had something to think about and stroked Blanche's head and said:

"Ellen's job, do you want to see it? Because I think you can see something a little different from what my brother and I do as a pharmacist."

The next day, Ellen, who visits, was to be accompanied by Blanche.

"You got Blanche? Huh? Fine. Mrs. de Dion's calling me today."

"Well, I'll leave it to Ellen."

Pharma is entirely at Ellen's disposal.

"Aren't you going anywhere?

It's not that I don't have any acquaintance with Eleonor, and I don't mind you two going, but I still want you to follow me to Pharma, Blanche.

"I can't go. I mean, they didn't call me. Let Ellen see what I can't do, not my brother, not my father."

"What can't be done to my brothers and fathers?

"Oh, that's what you mean. So, Blanche, let's go."

In response to Blanche's question, Ellen smiled and answered with a sense of Farma's intentions.

"Aye."

Ellen put Blanche on her own horse and arrived at Baron de Dion's mansion in the suburbs.

"Let's go, shall we? Is Blanche new to visiting?

"Aye. Nobody took me."

Pharma, Palais, etc., had been taken to Bruno and since childhood had gone to see top customers, including the Emperor, to gain his knowledge as a pharmacist, but Blanche had never done so.

I haven't even started my training as a pharmacist, so I don't have an escort to visit.

Ellen comforts Blanche with a little mess.

"Then today is the first day of my training as a pharmacist. Blanche is cute, so she was taken care of, and I'm sure your master is. Stay behind me while I check up."

"Aye. Do it right."

Ellen lowered her horse and asked the gatekeeper to follow her, and a family order came out.

"Welcome aboard, Master Bonufois. Uh, what about this lady?

It's Blanche de Medicis.

Baron's family order in response to a visitor is questionable for the accompaniment of an unfamiliar beautiful girl.

"I'm a lady from the de Medicis family. You mind if I take a tour of the check-up?

"House de Medicis...... of the House of the Honorable Lord the Court Pharmacist! I see. I look forward to growing up as a famous pharmacist. Please escort me, Your Ladyship is here."

The name of the court pharmacist family is widely known among the nobles who do not use different world pharmacies, and everyone envies the court pharmacist Bruno de Medicis, a famous pharmacist, if given the opportunity. Bruno never sees junior nobles or common people...... Being able to connect with the de Medicis family would be a bit of a junior aristocrat status, so the decree welcomed Blanche's visit.

"Maybe we all know your father's and brother's names."

Once again, Blanche would have liked to have known something called the influence of the Honorable Duke family.

"That's right. People from all over the country know. I think you can be proud that you were born a maid of honor."

"It's your father and your brother who are the best..."

Blanche's mood seemed complicated.

The lady who called Ellen was lying in bed with quite a high fever.

"Please help me, Dr. Bonufois. My chest is swollen... and I can't stop hurting"

"I'll see you now."

Ellen palpates the woman's frivolous chest and so on, and after examining the divine flow of power, she touches the hardened woman's breasts and finds a lump developing.

"Well, you're turning bright red and flirty."

"It is."

Blanche was in the corner of the room to see what Ellen would do.

"Let me see your breasts. Well, there's a lump here, so this is what caused it, infectious mastitis."

Ellen found the lump in her chest that caused it. lumps not found at previous periodic visits. With fever. That's what mastitis is all about.

Ellen puts her medical records on her notebook and writes her symptoms.

Later, to get Pharma to confirm the treatment and prescription.

"Do you have any medicine?

The lady asks painfully, unconsciously hiding her breasts.

"Right, yes, but let's see if we can get clogged first"

In the lactating duct, the breast milk clogs, and that's where the bacterial infection occurs, the milk builds up in the breast, and mastitis occurs. If the clog is removed, the mastitis will open and the mastitis will be eliminated.

Ellen puts out a gauze handkerchief, and when she sprinkles hot water with divine art in the water basin, she softens her nipples with the water immersed in the gauze, removes the clogged breast milk plugs using her fingers, and then massages the breast (breast) to squeeze out the milk containing the pus that is lagging.

"Have a little patience, please"

Ellen's expression is serious in itself. Madame hurts, but Ellen continues with the procedure.

Blanche seemed to be keeping such a close eye on Ellen.

So much gone, piuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, my breast milk blew up under the gauze. The mammary gland opened.

Along with that, putrefied and discolored breast milk comes out of nowhere.

"Ah, I'm out!

That's what the lady says, so Ellen speaks out as if relieved.

"Good for you. If this all falls out, you'll be back to normal."

Ellen was working on the treatment, not to mention her hands and face becoming covered in blowing up milk.

"There are herbal medicines that improve the streets of your milk and have less side effects. I'll put that out."

Ellen conditioned herbs by muddling her breast-milked face as she paragraph the nipple procedure.

In Pharma's modern medicine, mastitis can be an antipyretic painkiller and antibiotic if you don't give a massage, but if you get clogged and pus comes out, you don't need them, and all you have to do is wait for the baby to recover. Ellen uses the strengths of modern and traditional medicines and switches to adjunctive therapy.

"Now the nanny breastfeeds the baby?

"Yes, I'm having my nanny do it."

In aristocratic societies, parenting is commonly left to the nanny.

"In your wife's case, you might want to breastfeed yourself, because it's very well stretched milk. Breastfeeding yourself will make mastitis less likely, and you can make contact with your baby. The baby would love that."

"Well... but if the pharmacist says so"

When Ellen said that, the samurai brought the baby. Ellen let her nipples suck after milking for a while.

The baby drinks milk as if it's crunchy and delicious. Ellen, who saw it, had a calm face to let her feelings go through with the Lady.

"Oh, the tension has subsided"

"The baby looks satisfied, too. I think the fever will also get worse soon. Ma'am was a wind attribute, wasn't she?"

"Yes."

"" Water healing ""

Ellen concludes by holding Madame's hands and pouring in her own divine powers, putting on the divine art of preparing Madame's divine veins. A clear blue light envelops the Lady's body and melts with the Lady's divine power.

At Ellen's examination, she even adjusts her divine veins as aftercare unless it is a particularly important disease.

If the divine power is depleted, it may also replenish it.

"If the fever or swelling does not pull off, please contact me again"

"Thank you, saved"

Blanche caught a glimpse of why Ellen was considered a popular pharmacist in the alley, even after deducting Bruno's apprentice from working at a different world pharmacy.

"What did you think of my first check-up escort?

On his return, Ellen asked Blanche as the remainder disappeared and his horse slowly rocked his way home to the de Medicis family.

"It's not just the pharmacist's job to give out drugs. We have to do everything we can to make sure our patients are in good health. I have a lot of work to do, and I can be exhausted and frightened. Bloody and all the time."

Ellen tells Blanche.

"Still, when the patient seems happy. I'm glad I did, doctor."

"I thought it was cool. Sure, you can't do this to your father or your brother."

"Well, gynecologists may be able to see male doctors and pharmacists, but they're still more resistant to patients. Especially your wife."

You ladies never call Pharma or any other male pharmacist, no matter how good you are.

Sometimes my husband won't allow me to see a male pharmacist.

Also, they have a high temper, so they don't call junior pharmacists. Responding to the demands of such a person is also an important job for a female pharmacist in a noble capacity, Ellen said with a slight strain.

"Dr. Eleonor, will you be my tutor?

"Oh, Farma, do me a favor, not you?

"Aye!"

"Then call me Ellen, not Eleonor."

Ellen winked.

"Ahhh."

Blanche came back to the mansion to report a visit to Pharma.

"How'd it go?

Farma was at the dining room desk, scoring student reports.

The report, which allowed me to summarize the history of pharmacy, is a pretty tough score, and there are several resubmissions.

Emerich's report, which I have written only a few dozen copies for one person, was well read.

"I want to be a pharmacist."

The words were simple, but the words were not unmotivated, but powerful.

"Yes. Looks like you let me study. There's only one thing a woman pharmacist can do. I think that kind of work is rewarding."

"My brother, too, can't have a titty mochi. You're gonna get hit."

Farma rushes to keep Blanche's mouth shut as direct representations have emerged for a long time. I heard all about the boobs, and a few servants looked back who didn't know how.

"Well, I'm not as familiar with the gynaecology area as Ellen, either."

Farma returns to grading student reports, keeping calm.

"I'll try my best! Good luck with Dr. Ellen."

Blanche nodded one big time. Once you learn the basics about Ellen, there may be a path to admission to Saint-Fluve Imperial Medical College where Pharma takes the whip after a rigorous multiplier admission exam.

"So let's stick together. Together, let's take the same pharmaceutical path. If you can do anything else you want, you can do it that way. There's so much I can do to help you along the way."

I don't want to think Blanche's path is dictated by birth, I just want him to be a pharmacist if he wants to be.

"Aye! Yeah, nice to meet you."

Apparently Blanche doesn't hate it.

Pharma and Blanche shook hands firmly.

It confirmed our strong bond with our brother and sister, and, in the meantime, it was also our greeting as a senior junior as a pharmacist.

Lotte, who was freshly listened to, left the dining room, relieved.

From the next day, Blanche began his studies with a little enthusiasm.

However, after a while toward the desk, the habit of sleeping and getting bored with the challenges was not immediate.