Parallel World Pharmacy

The day before his departure from the Holy Land, Farma remembered to speak of it, using Wi-Fi to copy and download the original information to his smartphone. The Wi-Fi wave status of the gear in did not change, so we collected this fortunately.

(Now we have to get some high-capacity storage.)

In the future, I could regularly stop by the Holy Land for information.

It is an unparalleled strength to obtain information that Pharma could not remember, drugs that he could not remember, genetic sequence information and bioinformatics in a way that is almost no different from previous lives.

Life science information becomes a lifeline that produces new drugs.

I gathered information with particular regard to what I thought was necessary to heal the Empress's melting marks.

I miss not being able to print it out, but I stuffed it until my smartphone storage was pampered.

The next day, before her departure, the Empress Line received a brief farewell ceremony from the Holy Nation, which she had submitted to mourning.

The Empress, a whirlpool person, attended the ceremony with a grand gesture, without looking concerned about the melting marks on her back.

Against the Holy Nation, he persisted in a particularly victorious attitude of caring for the confusion anticipated by the absence of the Great Cleric.

"Then, Your Majesty the Emperor. I wish you a breathing disaster."

"Uhm, let's send a messenger from the Empire too"

"Then the treatment of Salomon is at His Majesty's discretion"

The new Chief Privy Cleric said with a meaningful eye for the Empress. The empress looked surprised when she heard that, but soon realized it and laughed luxuriously.

"Ha, you mean it was a prospect? I think he should have some time!

"We are not going to let the Disciplinary Cleric make amends with himself any time soon. Including fugitive Juliana. Until then, leave it with Your Majesty often."

"Let them eat, too."

The fact that Salomon and Juliana are accompanying us seems to have been completely discerned.

The Empress fanned her face loosely with a luxurious laugh. The priests and the Holy Knights of the Holy Nation align and line up around the queue of carriages of the Empress.

Dropped off by them, the carriage train carrying the Empress and the Pharmas crept through the gates of the Holy Nation.

Comb and five other clerics returning to the Temple of Imperial Capital will also be on their way home with a group of Empresses.

(Looks like I can finally go home... though the problem is piling up)

The priest and the great mess made him carry home, but Pharma's sentiment is about the Empress.

Could she have avoided the scourge if she had not gone to the holy kingdom with the Empress?

Farma doesn't think so.

(There is no cure for melt marks, if activated, you will die 100%. But as long as it's an infection, I'll try to find a cure at all costs)

One of the paved roads laid by the Holy Nation, Cassia Boulevard, which serves as a way back to the Empire, was also an aorta of people and logistics connecting the major cities of the surrounding countries.

There are also many pedestrian streets for traffickers and civilians, and within dozens of kilometres of the Holy Nation there are accomodation towns along the streets.

When kings, dignitaries, high-ranking officials, etc. of various countries visit the Holy Nation to the Holy Nation, they may use the public facilities of the Holy Nation called the VIP Hotel.

Farma had finished her lunch break with the Empress at the second VIP hotel in the kingdom of Elvetia, a neighbour of the Holy Nation closer to the Holy Nation, sitting on a bench in the shade of a riverside tree, looking at the movement of people in the shopping district facing the VIP Hotel, in contemplation to heal the melting party.

"Dear Farma, you've been here. I brought you a drink."

Juliana brings Farma a cup of warm herbal tea and sits next to the bench.

"Thank you, Juliana."

"Have you thought about His Majesty?

"Mmm... right. Now I want to think about it all by myself. Sorry."

"Really, I'm sorry to bother you. This is a message from the chief samurai. If he can rest his horse, he says he's leaving right this afternoon. I'm going to let you know when to leave."

"Thanks"

As Pharma was blurring as she drank herbal tea, she heard a skirmish in the corner of the mall. A middle-aged man shopkeeper and a screaming voice of a guest and a girl in his ear.

"I really need that divine water and sanctimonious herb. Sell it! My mother is waiting for it."

"No, no, no. Rumors of evil spirits appearing are spreading and sanctimonious herbs are getting thinner, you can't sell precious divine drugs with that kind of money. Just go home."

Farma's gaze was fixed on a girl who was a teenager and thought she was a civilian, who walked this way through the alley of the shop, clutching silver coins and suddenly losing herself.

Shortly afterwards, as the object theft that had eyes on her forced her luggage from behind and thrust the girl, she ran away like a wind through the mess.

Having seen the whole thing, Pharma drinks up herbal tea, lifts her hips off the bench, and approaches her, who has gone to the side of the road exhausted.

And when I looked down gently, I reached out for help.

"Are you okay?"

The girl, who saw Pharma's neat identity, was just helped up and panicked, unable to thank her, just atrophied and stiff. Pharma hand-paid her mud on her jacket full of holes. The tip of her leather shoes is torn and her foot thumb glances at her.

"Oh, thank you. And what can I thank you for?"

"That was a disaster."

"I may not be able to offer it, but can you let me buy what you were trying to buy earlier? I heard your mother was waiting for her medicine. What do you need?

Because I was given a warm word, a large tear broke loose from both eyes of the girl.

"Arbour. That's what you're selling in this store?

"I only keep it in this pharmacy. But they could drive you back again."

Pharma shook her neck sideways when she came in front of the pharmacy, which had just been coldly embellished with the snorting girl, and saw the business license for the pharmacy's entrance.

"You shouldn't buy it here. The shopkeeper is a civilian pharmacist, and you told him you were selling theological drugs?

"The aristocratic pharmacist said, uh, he bought ingredients for the formula and made the formula."

Apparently, the girl had no doubt about the divine medication and followed suit to explain it.

"Even if we can buy ingredients, civilian pharmacists can't formulate theological drugs. The ingredients are fake."

Pharma walked into the store by herself, saw a medicine bottle labeled Arbour and took it and immediately found it to be a monster. And I let go of a word to the store owner who showed his face.

"Store owner. You shouldn't be selling fakes by labeling theological drugs, you shouldn't be able to formulate theological drugs in this store. This medicine contains no divine power at all. This is fraudulent drugs."

"Hey... listen to me very carefully... there's a fluvy fucking kid! Get out of here!

Apparently, he heard the imperial vernacular within Pharma's discourse, and the shopkeeper is blatantly malignant.

"On the basis of what, I'd say the theological drugs are more or less fake. What do kids like you know about drugs?"

"I'm certainly not familiar with the formulation of pharmacists in this country. But it's obvious whether it's a theological drug or not. I don't feel divine power."

"Let it get wet!

You got blood on your head, the shopkeeper suddenly hit you.

Pharma followed the storekeeper's attack and froze the surface of the storekeeper's fist trying to beat Pharma with divinity. To the extent of the threat, in a few minutes, the ice melts naturally.

"Wow! Put it on. Yeah! You fucking kid, you're a god damn magician!

"Let's talk to the Elvetian Kingdom Pharmacist Guild later, and wait for the punishment for illegal sales."

The owner's mouth opened.

"Hey, why can a kid like you turn his hand on a pharmacist's guild in another country? ⁉"

"I was late to name, but I am Pharma de Medicis, the lead pharmacist at the Imperial Court of Saint Fluve. Whether in another country, there is some discretion in the personnel of the pharmacist"

The shopkeeper who heard it finally found a glowing golden badge of court pharmacists on Pharma's collar and begged forgiveness to crawl on the floor of the store.

Because in the presence of the boy in front of him, I finally understood that this pharmacy's operating license would be revoked.

"Ma, wait...! Forgive me, I'll do whatever I did wrong! I don't sell divine drugs anymore, and disrespect is frightening. No way is that Farma de Medicis like this..."

"Didn't you think I was such a fucking kid?

"Hiya..."

The name of the court pharmacist Pharma de Medicis, who has launched numerous achievements in pharmacy, would have been known even among the terminal pharmacists of other countries.

However, even though the owner knew his name, he did not know that the court pharmacist was a 12-year-old boy pharmacist who still remained unwieldy. If Pharma accuses him of selling fraudulent drugs, there is no creation, such as ripping off a permit and putting one civilian pharmacist out of business.

"Don't fool pills and trample people's minds. You have to swear here again!

Pharma ordered harshly as he looked down at the shopkeeper, who swore an oath of penance and penance as he wept.

The girl who was watching over the outcome of the matter watched the exchange between the shopkeeper and Pharma blindly from the shade a little further away. Pharma comes out of the store and laughs at the girl.

"Let's go. I didn't sell what you thought."

"Thank you. Didn't hear much interaction, but... Didn't mean you sold out."

"Uh... right. It's your mother's medicine."

"So, but me, I'll go look for it in the next town! You may have a clue about the Divine Medicine. Thank you! Me, I was about to screw up. I twisted, my legs hurt, my throat was crunchy, and I thought I couldn't do it anymore. But I can still walk. I have to go home before evening, I'll try my best."

In search of the divine medication, she would strain her painful legs and walk everywhere with her stomach full.

Farma called on her to thank Pekopeko and try to leave in a hurry.

"Wait a minute. I don't care if it's a substitute, but I'll do whatever you wanted."

"Huh? So, but... I need a divine medicine, and I have to go find a divine medicine that civilians can buy... my mother is waiting for me"

"Look, look."

When Pharma gently put his hands forward, he shaped a glass of ice with one hand, floating a water polo in the universe with one hand and rinsed it into a glass, offering it to the girl.

"Is this divine art…? I've never seen it before."

The girl is completely fascinated by divinity and has her eyes all round.

"I've never even had such beautiful water"

"You're thirsty, you should moisten your throat thoroughly."

The girl climbed to the water of Pharma and sounded her throat very loudly and drank three glasses.

I was also happy to say that she had no heart or moisture on her skin, which was crisp.

"Ha, I can't believe this delicious water is in this world, it seems to have come back to life"

"That's good"

"But how can a foreign nobleman do something good to me, a stranger civilian? I got all my money stolen."

It's also the first time I've been heard from a nobleman, the girl says.

Until then, she did not seem to have had a good impression of the nobility. The nobility for her homeland was nothing but offering civilians, plunging in divinity and imposing heavy burdens on them, she said.

"No matter who you are, who you are in any country, whether you have money or not, you can't leave someone in need of medication for their loved ones."

"Huh..."

"Because I'm a pharmacist."

Pharma grinned and cheered to reassure her.

The theological drug called Arbour, which the girl was looking for, can be formulated in a theological metamorphosis that can be formulated at the Imperial School of Medicine. Multiple biologicals containing extracts of seiyo-yanagi extracted by divine art are boiled in the water produced by divine art.

If Pharma tells me to formulate that, I can formulate it in half an hour of things.

But I could also prescribe a modern drug that would work better than Arbour's antipyretic analgesics.

I don't know if prescribing Arbour is the best for my patients or if I should prescribe modern drugs without seeing my patients.

"By the way, where are those who need it? I can make it up here and give you the medicine, but I want to see the patient and decide if they really need it."

"My mother awaits my return with her brother, feverished in the village"

"Where are you going home?

When asked about the girl's hometown, she apparently returned in a village along the street, on the same path as the Pharma's return. If the path is the same, the story is quick.

Pharma had the girl on the carriage at the end of the carriage line, speaking to the servants of the de Medicis family. She also went for a sumptuous meal, but had only a few hands on the meal.

"Didn't fit your mouth? Not feeling well?

When Pharma asked the girl, the girl confessed shyly.

"Um, can I take this dish back? I want to feed my mother and my brother some white bread and soft meat."

"Then you should bring home a new one. You should make bread new too."

Pharma also spoke to the Empress about her accomplishments and asked her to allow her to examine her mother and formulate her medication with the promise of only two hours. The Empress showed an understanding of her circumstances.

For the sake of just one civilian girl, she was tolerant of changing the Emperor's itinerary. And the Empress cares about her mother.

"The prospect is that you should take that medicine once and for all."

"I haven't seen the patient yet, but it depends on the medical condition. If you continually need medication, you just have to use Imperial Mail to send medication to her village"

Farma wanted to be responsible for her mother's treatment until the end of her relationship. The queen who heard it said, "Hmm."

"Are there any various pharmacies and pharmacies around here? Modern or traditional medicine stores."

"There are no stores in the kingdom of Elvetia that deal with modern drugs"

"What are you doing, Farma? Morning. Can you open the store?"

"Yes, in another country?

"I will send a letter to the Holy Land asking for pharmacies to open along the main streets, not just Elvetia"

Thus, it was easy to decide to open foreign stores of different world pharmacies along the streets.

…━━…━━…━━…

Ellen, who, along with Beatrice, had finished putting boundaries around the mansion of the de Medicis family, had accompanied him beside Lotte, forgetting his sleeping meals as well.

Now Lotte only breathes a few times a minute.

Saline and glucose infusions are carried out slowly, as appropriate, to prevent dehydration caused by the inability to replenish orally for more than one day.

If you hit atropine because your heart rate has been dropping extremely, your pulse and blood pressure will temporarily improve, but your capacity will be back soon.

When will you catch your breath? Because of that sense of crisis, Ellen can't keep an eye on Lotte all the time.

There are no abnormalities, even if a simple blood test is performed with some of Lotte's blood, or if Lotte's blood is taken as a specimen and glanced at in a microscope.

But when I reacted with traditional theological reagents and Lotte's blood, there was a strong reaction that could be described as the worst.

There are evil spirits at stake, I could only tell Ellen so.

(It's not just vagus reflexes. The evil spirit may have carried a curse all over his body on his blood. I can't believe I have to think about this)

Ellen's experience as a first-level pharmacist alarms and puts her worst expectations on hold.

The case of being pulsed by evil spirits has also been experienced in the past several times.

Even if you antagonize with atropine, you don't know how long it will last.

With each and every one of them in mind, she was confronted with the seriousness of the fact that there was still a world in which Pharma brought medicine, medicine, to this world, to no avail.

(Looks like I turned back a long time ago, blaming the evil spirits for everything)

Still, Ellen couldn't have lost Lotte.

For her, Lotte was an ancient familiarity and at the same time an important being who shared a lot of time.

"The night is coming. What shall we do?"

She almost cries as she touches Lotte's wrist.

It's been a long time since my heart has bothered to visit at night.

The impact of the theft of the temple treasures of the Imperial City has been so great, it is recalled.

Eleonor, how's Charlotte doing?

They paragraph the evil spirits of the Empire, and the muggled pallet came back wiping his head with a towel. By the way, Palais hasn't worn a blanched cutlet lately because the silver-haired ground hair has grown nicely.

"Dr. Ellen... Lotte, that helps, doesn't it?

Blanche also seemed worried, coming in about Lotte's brought in rooms.

"That's a bad sign. After that, I tried to formulate some antispells, but none of them worked. I'm sorry."

Ellen honestly regarded her own lack of power and apologized.

"No? You gave up?

Tears creep into Blanche's eyes.

"I'm not giving up."

"Well, I thought that would happen. Whatever you do, you're a snake!

Ellen doesn't have the energy to stir back Palle's provocation, as usual.

Ellen was disgusted after being shown the difference in degree of divinity due to the innovative theology of Novaroot planting. You felt Ellen not clinging to the shoulder watermark, Palle snorts.

"Oh, you're not going to say it back."

"I won't say it back. How's the evil spirits? If the entire Empire is surrounded by darkness, Lotte's body will be dragged into darkness."

"Unfortunately, evil spirits continue to occur. I can't destroy any of them. It appears that the citizens of Imperial City have also completed their evacuation to the refuge thanks to the leadership of the Gendarmerie. All we have to do is hold back in the boundaries of shelters everywhere. The Bonufois are also designated shelters, but they will be safe as the Divine Arts were standing on two levels outdoors."

"Oh, good. I was wondering, thanks for letting me know."

"You're the one who put the de Medicis family in line?

"Me and your mother."

"Well, thank you for protecting the mansion of the de Medicis family."

Thunder struck and heavy rain began to hit the windows.

Looking out the window, thick black clouds cover the entire Empire City.

The outbreak of evil spirits still persists, in this weather the situation will follow a path of deterioration.

(We need to rescue Lotte before the darkness deepens at night. I tried all the divinity I know but it didn't work for this evil spirit...... there's nothing more you can do? Really?)

"No... I do! Something I didn't even think about."

She scratched.

"If it's a forbidden art series"

Ellen shudders and speaks forbidden words.

There exists an anti-arts series of pharmaceuticals that are particularly effective against evil spirits.

However, the prohibition is strictly kept out of sight so that it is not dispensed with by anyone because, if it fails, it will be life-threatening for the operator and those receiving the medicine.

The storage area is… Yes, Saint Fluve Imperial Medical University.

"Me, I'm going to college! Mr. Pallet, watch Lotte! I know where the bookcase is."

Ellen weaves her coat and rushes out of the room in momentum, palletizing Ellen's arm. When you are grabbed by Pallet's arm strength, you will not be scared.

"Wait, wait, it's a big idiot out there alone in a storm of evil spirits! You want to die?"

"But the only way to help Lotte is to try the ban!

"Wait, then we have it."

Palle leaves the room with a doozy as he remembers something. After a short period of intermittent sounds of explosions from the basement of the Medicis family, he came back with a book with a black leather cover and a key. A large number of servants came after Palais.

"Dear Palais, I have trouble doing that!

"Please return your husband's books to the forbidden library! My husband will scold me."

"Bullshit!

Palle pushes the servants back out of the room, and when he locks them in the room where Lotte is, he raises the book and tells Ellen with pleasure.

"Eleonor, look, this is the forbidden book!

"Didn't you just blow up your master's forbidden library and rob me?

I didn't think the ban was in the Medicis family, and Ellen had delayed her response, but if it came to Bruno's knowledge, I'd have to apologize with Palle.

"Is there a batellasur formula on it?

Ellen destroyed the key with divinity and asked Palle, who turns the page forcefully.

"What the hell. You've never heard of it... there it is, you mean the red spirit pill?

Palle searched the inventory in the forbidden book for an item called Batterasur.

Turning the page in question is a whole few pages of blank paper.

"It's blank. Why didn't you just write this item?"

"Lend it to me and read it this way."

Ellen created ice with a cane, holding the ice in her hand and slowly glancing at the page. Then the letter surfaces on the ice touched part of the divine art.

"When you touch the ice of divine art, it appears. There are letters that show up when they are caught in the fire of divine art... neither of which can be read when the divine art is immature or ruins the book."

"That's a ban on psychotropic formulations. I didn't expect the unsuitable to read it."

Arm as Palle was impressed.

Medicines produced by pharmacological theology include topical medicines, precious drugs, precious drugs, herbal drugs, psychotropic drugs, and divine drugs.

Only a precious medicine can Ellen use all her divine powers to formulate it.

Among the only medicines that can formulate more potent than that, the only medicines that can be super top notch, even among medicines that use the drug god as their patron saint.

A spirit medicine called Batterasur was supposedly effective in bringing back into this world humans wandering about life and death. But Bruno had run out of words: "There is currently not a single human being who can formulate this". Ellen will see the meaning of the word. She read out dismayingly.

"If you're not a young lady pharmacist with a medicine god as her patron saint, you can't formulate it."

There are only two female pharmacists in the world who have the drug god as their patron saint, and Françoise, the court pharmacist of the Saint Fluve Empire, is one of them. But not young.

"I'm not in the empire."

"But my patron saint is the medicine god, and you are a young woman pharmacist. Of the patron saint of the medicine god, a young lady pharmacist would be here."

Pallet alternately points to Ellen and herself.

"I wonder if the two of us will have met the conditions..."

"Do you want to have an argument about your youth?

"That's not what I meant. It's too much to say... but let's do it"

"You read the full story, didn't you?

"I only read that."

No further confirmation will be given to each other. Trying their readiness.

Palais holds the ice and once again glances through the last line of the forbidden book.

The red letters that came up there......

Failure to formulate a spirit medicine brings a curse to the surgeon, and even if successful, it takes half of the surgeon's life as consideration.

It is strictly forbidden to mix those without qualities.

That was the description.