Parallel World Pharmacy

The fourth day of the itinerary for the official visit to the Holy Nation.

The queen and a line of Pharma continued their carriage journey as they were led by a temple carriage and stayed in a street inn.

The road to the Holy Land is nicely maintained as part of large-scale public works, with good roads and relatively comfortable carriage journeys. Essentially, the luck of an empress who does not leave the capital is extremely rare, so the inhabitants packed her along the road in an attempt to see the empress in the distance. In reverence from her subjects, the Empress was showing off her emperor's style.

But the journey didn't go well. On the road to the Holy Land, the carriage had been stalled several times.

On the first day, a large group of sheep did not block the way and were to be waited for nearly half a day. Cut to the skin, the second day plugged onto the main road and also encountered a landslide.

The dirt and sand that blocked the road was considerable. Pharma erased most of the dirt and sand because the negative attribute magicians of the earthly attributes had not accompanied this group of Empress's offerings and were stuck in the work.

Yesterday an old woman with a high fever was going down on a mountain road.

There was no way to abandon the old lady with the bug breath, and Pharma had nothing more to do with her treatment.

He had an infection, so he treated him with antibiotics and other treatments and took him to the family where he was looking for his old lady. I also kept the medicine out for a few days.

Farma was called that night because one of the Empress's carriage owners said he had fallen. Since it was a pulmonary thromboembolism thought to be an economy class syndrome, he managed to regain consciousness when he also administered thrombolytic therapy with small molecule heparin, an anticoagulant, and tissue plasminogen activator. Afterwards, Pharma recommended that you and the samurai take a sustained dose of heparin while not sitting in the same position for a long time and taking a mild stretch exercise during the break.

(I hope nothing happens today)

With that in mind, Farma is still rocked by carriages today.

He got on a different carriage, somewhat crushed his spare time as Clara, a bad rider, threw up as he remembered so he took that care of himself and read the student's report.

"Still, is that good? Return the drug sceptre to the Great Temple... even though it cannot be used in the Temple."

The queen, bored as she patted the fan open and closed, asks Pharma directly from the front. Yes, she was directly in front of Pharma.

For Pharma, to be careful, it was seated with the Empress's carriage.

I asked for it to be a different carriage, but there's no way I could turn down the queen's invitation.

"Yes. I don't mind. It's just a crystal stone wand."

"Just a wand? Isn't that a drug scepter?"

"I will return the drug scepter, but returning it means I can't help it at all"

"That's an abnegation to make. Give it back, or you can catch it."

The empress took a regrettable glance and sighed at the drug scepter laid down in the cosmetic case for sealing, as she had originally done. It was only a decoration, even if the empress had it, because it was a cane that could not be used by the empress.

"No, I'm not letting go because I'm abnegate, I have substitutes, so fine. I don't care if it's diplomatic."

"Speaking of which, did you make a new wand? Let me see what the wand is."

The Empress seemed to notice that Pharma was wearing a new wand on her hips at that time.

The nobleman had always seen the other wand, and Ellen had heard that it was something worthy of what kind of divinity the other used and how skilled he was, but the empress originally seemed to care less about the good of the wand below.

Anyway, the scepter of the Imperial Capital decides not to make a scepter that performs better than the scepter of the Emperor. But only the wand that Pharma purposefully new seems to bother the empress, too.

Pharma gave the Empress a wand, without wearing her body. This wand, unlike the medicine wand, can be gripped by anyone.

Slim black wand with moist shine and elegance.

The empress, too, to her hands, stared shiatsu.

(If you say so, this is the original Model First Edition of Medicine Staff Multicore Ver2.0 1147)

But for once he also had shame, so I left him with no words and no difficulty in responding.

"It's a homemade wand, but I haven't decided on a name yet"

"Is this just a wand?

"Four attribute theology can be used in both offenses, improving durability and the ability to store divine power, and taking over the functions of the drug scepter"

"Hey, that's such a mess. How did you take over the power of the drug scepter?"

"I unplugged the information from the drug scepter. In the same way."

"What? How did that happen?"

He didn't seed it and laughed and deceived "I did a lot of things".

This is what I'm going to say when I specifically describe "a lot".

Pharma had pre-empted the drug scepter before returning it to the Holy Land and realized that the patterned part of the drug scepter could be broken down. The superficial part of the drug scepter consisted of several layers of parts, and slide through the upper layer, the central part contained a clear crystal stone with an engraving like an electronic substrate. On that substrate, the drug scepter appears to be under control.

So Pharma pulled out the substrate portion, dug it out of the crystals at the bottom of the Holy Springs, and implemented the substrate inside a new wand processed by Pharma himself. The design was made simple and elegant by having the wandman of the famous workshop in Teito rub the proposed design of the wand so as not to be as conspicuous as possible and not be targeted by thieves. Pharma also likes the medicinal sceptre, which only looked like a spicy glass sceptre, although the new sceptre is a common design.

In addition, the staff card was rounded up and put into the extra space of the cane, which allowed the flight performance to be maintained as well.

To finish, when Salomon was asked to wand it with a sanctimonious chant, a cane could be used for four-attribute theology. The crystal stone at the bottom of the Holy Springs contains memories of the dead. That's why Salomon analyzed that the memory of each of the four attribute theologians must be special. Pharma didn't even have the heart of four-attribute theology, but a combination of material creation and the like can make it look like it.

As a result, a new, multi-core cane equipped with a processing system of three treasures, fused with a staff ID and a medicinal scepter, plus a treasure sword that Juliana had brought.

When I tried the secret trick with the new wand, it worked exactly like the medicine wand, and the four-attribute theology, of course, was activated without any problems, such as the pestilence sanctuary. Also, this wand has the nature of a treasure sword, so it sucks Pharma's divine power considerably and also serves as a transparency measure. If you consider the core of the treasure to be the arithmetic center for divine power conversion, you should have more cores.

(Try collecting other treasure cores and mounting them all)

I greedily made a lot of slots so I could have other cores on board. If we gather treasures scattered around the world and pool our operations centers, we may be able to do quite a bit.

Thinking of it that way, Pharma became interested in improving his wand.

He didn't like everything, keeping the same thing in the same condition and taking care of it for the rest of his life, and the tools were the touches he always wanted to improve.

"I am pleased to report, Your Majesty"

At that time, the Empress's squire came to report to the carriage in awe.

"The bridge on the path collapsed...... I was able to pass fine yesterday, but I'm very sorry that it just collapsed. We are considering a safe detour as soon as possible."

"Again."

"Yes, you're right."

Since the path the empress passes should be such that the advance party is safe in advance, the samurai entrusted with safety management does not seem to be able to stop the cold sweat at the sudden happenings either.

Moreover, there has been a daily disaster.

(Again? Disasters don't happen often.)

Any further delays will affect the schedule of the planned talks with Pius. In that situation, this is it. Pharma finally has doubts about the rare incident that occurs when he continues to stand.

"It's a shame. I was praying for safety on the road in mind so that nothing would happen on the road to guide you, Your Majesty. Heaven is profound."

Comb, the chief cleric who leads the group, also came to express his apologies to the Empress for the late itinerary.

Comb had an eye for the Empress's mood, but the Empress was not in a mood, and she did not blame her.

"Then you won't have enough training and confidence"

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Comb was awed when the Empress said a word. In the dark, I suspect the temple. The air may have passed, Farma thinks, bypassing.

"I wonder if bridges fall that easily. You mean the bridge leg was physically destroyed? Or was it a suspension bridge?"

After Comb left, Pharma began analyzing in the carriage.

"No, it didn't rain or anything in particular... this bridge is an indispensable bridge for life, so repairs and inspections are done seriously, and that's hard to think about"

Juliana will also have a rugged face knowing well the existence of the bridge as a way to the Holy Nation.

There, Clara, who came from the carriage next door because the carriage stopped, made a disturbing statement.

"Well, this is an unexpected disaster."

"Unexpected? Mr. Clara, are you saying that the stalling of the carriage in this accident, after all, was unpredictable?

When Pharma asks, uncomfortable with Clara's utterance, Clara shakes her neck vertically as she cared. She has a fairly high median disaster rate with regard to her journey. It was unusual that it was unexpected to keep standing.

(You can't predict a disaster that you can solve on your own?

When Clara's prophecy comes off and she can't detect the danger, her accompaniment to the New World as a waterfront guide doesn't make much sense either. Was it because Pharma forced Clara's divine vein to open, or was it a salt plum that was predictably better closed a little more?

The words returned from Clara were unexpected when Pharma looked for reflections, for example.

"I can't read with considerable precision when it comes to accidents and disasters caused by natural disasters and people's fate. But if not... maybe you can't read it"

"You can't read about disasters in man-made disasters."

I see, and Farma concurred. It's dangerous to pelican, but Clara's opinion is helpful in distinguishing between man-made and natural disasters. In any case, there is no time to waste, Farma, who thought so, confirms to the owner of the carriage.

"Do we have to go down the valley to detour?

"Yes, it will be a detour. I'm going to reorient the carriage now, so I'm going to lower it from the rear."

Pharma wants to go to the Holy Land as soon as possible and return to the pharmacy and university. If the schedule is late, families and pharmacy staff will be worried. I also have to suspend my university lectures. It wasn't if I was eating a stall.

"No, I will allow you to move forward without retreating"

Pharma stepped out of the carriage and stood in front of the deep gorge towards the cliff.

He walks without hesitation to Nara. I thought Pharma stepped out of the cliff would faintly fall, and the air he stepped on created a magnificent bridge of ice, and every time he stepped to the opposite bank, the bridge was completed. The ice bridge was also accompanied by columns.

The empress, who was opening the carriage window to see Pharma's divinity as to what she would do, finally began to laugh.

"It's a tremendous divinity... Divine art that is freely knitted without chanting, brilliant. Can the unattributed and unchanging use of divinity remain as imagined?"

What Pharma was doing was not a commonsense of divine art to the point of destroying it.

Salomon and Juliana also had faces for this such as Don Pull.

The Comb of the Chief Cleric who accompanied him from the Imperial capital, as well as your accompanying clerics, the Holy Knights, were rubbing their eyes or losing their words. The form of the procedure is prescribed by the operator as he wishes. It was a lost and ancient divine art.

Farma, who was concentrating on building the bridge, didn't even notice their reactions, and finally waved from the opposite bank of the ice bridge, which was over.

"Done -. The carriage will slip, can you sand it?

"Ha, ha. But is strength okay?"

"It means that if a horse can pass, people can walk across it, too. No problem."

As Farma instructed, Salomon and others using earth-attributed theology laid layers of sand in theology.

After letting one carriage horse walk to the corner of the bridge to check its strength, many carriages and horseback riding squads for you cross the ice bridge without difficulty. Apart from the carriage, people walked across. Those whose faces were stuck in fear of when they would fall also breathed relief when they were finished crossing.

"Now that you're all done crossing, let's turn this bridge off. Because it's not safe for people to pass by when the ice melts halfway through."

Farma tried to erase the ice bridge after handing over a few ropes to the other shore so that the craftsmen could easily bridge it anew. But before Pharma got his hands on it, a flame released more than the rear ran to lick over the bridge, melting the ice bridge while he saw it in violent heat.

Pharma looks back, overwhelmed by the fire columns that emerged over the ice bridge.

The fire was unleashed by the Empress. The Empress was doing it with the wand on her shoulder.

"Brilliant, Your Majesty. If it wasn't for His Majesty's divine skill, it would have been a trick."

When Pharma praised the empress, the empress snorted and shook her wand down and sat on her hips.

"What, boredom. If there's anything to keep us from going, I'll burn it out of your hands with this flame."

While the Empress vomited those words, she turned her sharp gaze to a group of temples and smiled pointlessly.

The clergymen were rhetorical about "That's Your Majesty," etc. with a uniformly sobering look.

Did the empress's restraint work, and from that day on, a group of empresses would not be hit by a dubious ”disaster," but arrived in the Holy Land on a scheduled date.

"We are now entering the Holy Land"

And he spake unto Pharma, as he was made nervous.

The landscape of the Holy Nation, officially welcomed from the front, was a stunning one. A majestically situated religious giant building lined up, with all the roofs wearing snow makeup, and the mysteriously silver holy kingdom, integrated with ice and snow, showed its appearance.

Farma looked unfloated as many who accompanied him were moved by the pilgrimage to the Holy Land. Because,

(Uh... I guess it glows. floor, oh no)

When Pharma steps out of the carriage and into the fearful Holy Land with such concern, as soon as it is anticipated, every building reacts to Pharma's divine power and emits a blue and white light.

The offerings of the Empress were wary of whether the Divine Arts had been activated, and they pulled out their canes at once.

The Sacred Knights on the side of the Holy Nation also set up their canes, as the SS on the side of Saint Fluve pulled out their canes.

Farma waved and excused herself.

"It's not the Divine Arts formation, everyone, put away your wands. You don't have to be vigilant."

"What is this glow!? Is it because of that?"

Seeing an impossible phenomenon, the empress screams. "I think so..." the empress stared at Pharma with a face that looked horrible and lost words when Pharma admitted in a whisper.

The priests seemed surprised by the anomaly of the Great Temple, but basically pretended not to see it. Farma guessed he's been told beforehand to respond without anything on the surface.

When the air was awkward, a group of high priests and thought priests approached from across the avenue.

A man with a golden wand stood before the empress and made a long journey of prayer gesture, wrapped in a luxurious, pure white robe. Pharma was giving the man a shitty vibe. Yes, he was a man who put together some signs that he might not be good at something.

"You've come all the way, Elizabeth II. We have a place to stay, so you can often relieve the fatigue of your journey. Let's go after the welcome festival and reception."

"This, under Pius Holiness. Good afternoon, since the crowning ceremony. It's an honor."

The Empress greets her at Cartesy. For the first time, Pharma saw the Empress thanking someone, even if it was ceremonial.

The empress, who had behaved like a champion of the world, also seemed to have a caretaker.

Pius, who gave the Empress the crown of emperor, is the highest ecclesiastical of the aristocracy that manipulates divinity, and I guess the sequence is higher than that of the Empress, Pharma reckons.

After a few hours of rest, the Empress dressed herself and the Pharmas also cleansed herself with a bath to prepare herself.

On the borders of the Holy Nation, the priests raised the flag of the Holy Nation and the flag of the Empire, along the way the band staged a grand welcome parade, and the Empress was generously received as a guest.

A welcoming event and a grand festival ceremony take place in the Great Square in the center of the Great Temple, where the Empress gives a speech of visit to the priests of the Holy Nation, to which Pius also responds and takes a compliment. He shook hands softly to tighten and exchanged souvenirs.

On the surface, it looked like soothing diplomacy between friendly countries.

After a long series of rituals, Pharma is tired of following the Empress by her side as an embrace pharmacist.

Juliana and Salomon were disguised rather thoughtfully, so the clergy never seemed to suspect them either.

By the time I was invited to the Grand Communion Feast hosted by the Grand Temple, the night had completely changed.

Since it is a feast of religious events, the Empress is a taunt of pure white coats and silver crowns. In the solemn air, a little communion was enshrined in tradition.

"Mm. The food is warm"

The Empress was in a culture shock at the soup of hot air.

Pius laughs bitterly as he drinks wine.

"I wonder if they usually serve cold dishes, His Majesty the Emperor"

"Because it takes time to see the poison. So, thanks to you, I have my life forever to this day. Warm food is surprising. Don't you see the poison?"

"I won't. But you may also suspect us. Why don't you treat your poison connoisseur with a psychoanalysis?"

Pius confidently encouraged it, so the poisonous viewer he was accompanying analyzed it with orthodox divinity to ensure it was not poisonous to eat and cook. Now that Pius and the empress have finally begun their meal, so do those who descend, watering the bowl and mouthing the dish.

But Pharma sighed small before eating the dish. It doesn't look any different than any other human diet.

(I'm the only one served...)

Pharma was having trouble dealing with it, inside. Farma thinks that it is not the lethal poison that was served, but the traditional herbal extract passed on to this world, which is utterly silly, but is sometimes used as a confessional. It also included a number of things used as sleeping pills.

Pharma, for once, secretly erased the problem ingredients. Nevertheless, the task also seemed like labor in a situation where drugs were served on my own plate, as it was a body that did not work such as poison.

(I wonder what you're going to do, I wonder if you were going to use a confessional. What were you trying to make me talk? Or is it being tested to see if you notice with a mild poison platter)

By the way, there is no such thing as a confession agent. It is Pharma that I would like to say.

Even so, Pharma thoroughly carried the "poisoned" dish into his mouth, without any particular obnoxies, as he passed through the sight of being explored, which could be bathed from nowhere.

"Dear pharmacist, I've been having a lot of heart bugs lately, and I'm wondering if it's any worse."

A young cleric in a drunken mood has consulted Pharma on his health, so respond appropriately.

"Oh, you seem to be taking too much alcohol. The liver is also strained, I think you should refrain from alcohol. I'll give you medicine if you need it."

"Were you! Thank you."

Privy clerics didn't even come close to Pharma, but relatively junior clerics have spoken innocently when they knew or didn't know about Pharma's body and it was time for tea at the end of their meal.

As long as he still manages the body of the diplomatic banquet seat, Pharma will pierce the empress's position as the chief medic, even if the body structure alone. Pius and the Empress had confirmed the friendly position of the two countries in their meeting.

During the course of the talks, the two countries did not steam back the story of Juliana or the numerous cases in which the Temple had taken a short trip to Farma. The empress was always soothing. Farma saw an unexpected side of the story as she flushed the past into the water and shook her hand with her right hand, while her left hand was able to do the diplomacy to consolidate her fists.

As long as the temple is searching for a way out, there's nothing you can provoke.

The feast was over, and it became a bedtime schedule.

After the feast, Comb, the chief priest of the Empire, came to greet the Empress. After that, they also come close to Pharma.

"Good luck with your long journey. Today, let me step back with this. If you need anything, you can call a junior cleric at midnight."

"Thank you"

Pharma thanked him honestly. Then Comb cuts out the conversation here and there.

"May I have an informal meeting place with the Holy See of Pius tomorrow morning"

"Okay. If you're tired and you fall asleep, it's rude, so can we do this afternoon?

"Would you mind adjusting in the morning?"

Pharma pins at the supposedly slow acting "confessors” served at meals. It's like getting into enemy surgery, but I think there's a step over there, so I agreed.

(You want me to talk about something, Pius.)

"I'm going to bed, Farma. We're going to the bedroom."

When Comb left, the Empress drew Pharma's hand for a long time. Could... be in the same room as the Empress? and Pharma rounds his eyes.

And it is Pharma, whom I sincerely wish to resign.

"Um, you're taking my room, too, and I'll sleep there"

"What are you telling me about the mess? Never have time to be alone during your stay in the Holy Land."

"But don't worry, we are accompanied by the Saint Knight of our escort"

Though I don't expect Pharma to be responsible for their protection. The empress glanced at Pharma with a little cancer and said this to include and make him listen.

"That uses extrahuman divinity, and divine power keeps humans apart. There's no one who can beat you in the right way. But the theology of the temple used by the Privy Cleric is mysterious. If you were helpless by accident, there was only one way to protect you."

(powerlessness or... the poison that was served earlier, it would have sucked if it had worked. I appreciate that consideration. I don't want to get this guy involved, and I just want to feel it)

"If it's a pure divine battle, the rest is invincible"

The empress winks by making a bishy decision face.

From Pharma's point of view, he seemed to want a blatant compliment, so he said, "Sa... that's Your Majesty. It's reliable," he lifted.

(But if they know that, I don't think they're going to bring it into pure theological warfare...)

Whether or not the Empress knew she was going to sleep with Pharma, Salomon and Juliana laid in the Empress's lodging room a theological formation for crime prevention and a curse formation for anti-divine sealing in mind during the dinner party.

"It's the divine art that keeps intruders out of the room and the art of wands being destroyed the moment they use a wand. I've done my best to remember, to disarm, you have to make a loud noise."

"Assuming it's lifted, the alarm will go off."

"Yes, sir."

Juliana taught me. That kind of thing would buy you some time.

The empress calls a samurai to change into a pyjama as she yawns. Pharma also changed and had a sleep support. And she pushed Pharma down on the bed as if she could even grab a pillow, clinging to it all the time.

It was midnight, and the empress said, "That's all I have left," or "Good morning, hold me or be disrespectful," I don't know who I was talking to, but I was leaking a lot of sleep. The intimate empress's body temperature came through and Pharma felt indescribably like, "Who the hell am I mistaken for..." Thank God you're desperately trying to protect me.

Because the Empress was snuggling at zero distance, that night, there was nothing. I was never attacked at night.

Pharma felt like she was being overly vigilant with her shoulder watermark.

But when I opened the bedroom door, it was clear that there were signs that someone other than the Empress's samurai had arrived at night and that I was not overly alert.

"It's a good morning, can't we do some divine training before breakfast? You're going to get your magic arm."

Pharma woke up early, too, but the Empress's morning was early. He said he was going to train in divinity, so Pharma forgave me to stop doing that, to make it a walk. As I was walking in the gardens of the Holy Domestic with the Empress, who had taken a large crowd of subordinates from the early morning, Clara had run through the wide gardens.

Low blood pressure turns her into a living corpse in the morning, rarely changing her blood phase.

"Dear pharmacist, oh, oh, oh, oh!

I stuck it out of my head in the snow. I saw all the contents of the skirt because it was flashy. To the happening, Clara turns her face bright red and rushes to sit upright on the snow. Clara's underwear was white Draworth. The ministerial corps seemed awkward and turned away at the same time. It was about seconds before it was solidified with shame, and Clara jumped up.

"Today, I dreamed something particularly bad would happen to the pharmacist! It's tough."

"Good morning, Mr. Clara. Just calm down and take a deep breath."

"Sukhar sukha... come on, it's cold, my mouth is freezing"

Clara closes her eyes all the time and wears her hood back on. The strawberry gesture was like a small animal.

"Um, is that, like, the worst day of the journey for me?

"That's right. What should we do… it seems that life has nothing to do with it."

"Yeah...... I'm just going to spend it as usual. Whether you're in the room or outside, there's going to be danger. Thanks for letting me know."

(Is today the right place...... what the hell is that?)

Pharma tightened her mind.

The empress also looked harsh and held Pharma's hand. Don't leave my side, I seemed to want to say.

Returning to the temple, a sumptuous breakfast was served. Breakfast was served not only on the empress's and minister's plates, but also on the meal of Pharma.

At the end of the meal, with some time to relax after the meal, Pharma and the Empress were invited to a secret meeting of Pius. The junior clerics said no one knew where to run the meeting.

The most senior of the Privy Clerics came to welcome the Pharmas. Attending the talks are the Empress and Pharma, as well as a few squire and a few saint knights who hold the SS. Among them, Salomon is also disguised and distracted.

Pharma unsealed the curse he had affixed to the drug god print and the seal he had bound himself to.

For when something happens, we have to keep it full. When the seal is unsealed, the shadow disappears, and I feel somewhat transparent, but I can't afford to worry about the end of things.

"It's time. Now let me show you. To another holy kingdom. The venue for the meeting is underground, unfortunately, but you will walk."

"Is the Great Cleric waiting at the end of the earth? Why is it inconvenient on the ground?"

As the Empress warned, she asked, "It's not a dangerous place. There is no danger for you, Your Majesty, I'm sure you'll like it," he said, and the pivotal clerics took the lead with the lamp, opening the door that leads to the dark basement.

The Pharmas were set to enter the depths of the mysterious underground temple.

(Photos taken)

Farma put out her smartphone and took a picture of a fine door for the record.

Farma was so surprised that she wanted to scream.

Because my smartphone was picking up the faint Wi-Fi.