Parallel World Pharmacy

At dusk, the Pharmas had a civilian girl in a carriage queue, running down the streets off the Elvetian kingdom.

"Soon, you'll see the village. I can't believe you put me in His Majesty's carriage queue to see a famous pharmacist who serves His Majesty the Emperor straight away. I fear so much that my mother may fall by surprise"

The name of the civilian girl who is happily clutching to the window is Emma, whether the view is rare from the carriage. Farma, who was riding with Emma at the end of the queue, wishes to help her mother by watching her innocuously rejoice.

Almost got her mother to see a famous pharmacist, Emma seems to have such expectations in her chest.

Farma kneels in front of Emma, who looks happy in the carriage seat, staring at her feet full of blood beans. She noticed Pharma's gaze and snapped her leg. Her face turns red with shame.

"Yikes! Don't look!

"Sorry, thought I'd give you a foot allowance"

"Leave me alone, like about my dirty feet. It's the usual… even if you cure it, you can do something new right away"

"... well... next time I do, I'll watch, and this is how I'm gonna do it"

Even if Pharma has now healed her, it may be a healing between bundles and not something that can save her from poverty. Still, he keeps her informed. I washed her mud and blood-soaked feet with water and taught her how to drain blood when the blood beans grew, how to disinfect the needle, and how to protect them after that. Showing her the treatment, I think about her walking situation.

"This is the end of the procedure. Looks like you can do it yourself next time?

"It's hard, but I'll try."

"There are a few other things that may be useful. Can you read?

"The letters are a little... your mother can read"

"When you can read the letters, read this"

Farma had recently just extracted a thick textbook she had written to create a simplified version that the general public could also read, so she looked over it and handed it to her by folding the edge of a page of simple items that she seemed to have available. Knowledge that medicines may not be available, but can often be useful in less serious cases, such as diseases you can prevent if you know how to prevent them, or methods of symptomatic treatment.

"It helps me with this book, and it says how to treat you when you get sick or injured, how to use medicines and biologics. I want you to read this, write it down if you need it, and tell everyone around you. If you don't know, I hope you'll write to the address at the end of the volume. 'Cause I'll get back to you."

"I've never gotten a book before. I'll write your name down and take care of it."

As she looked at the book in her hand, tears seemed to be creeping up. Farma gently lends her handkerchief as she wipes tears with her worn cuffs.

"Oh, thank you.... Speaking of which, you may not be able to pay for your check-up and medication right away, but I'll be sure to work and pay you back"

"You don't have to worry about the money, because you didn't ask for this, I'm just pushing it. I still don't know if I can fix it."

Pharma laughed. Continuing such an exchange in a pompous manner, the carriage rocks. As the carriage queue was taking a short break to rest the horse, Clara moved onto the carriage with the Pharmas. He still looks like he's going to cry.

"Dear pharmacist, it's hard. Can't you just go back to the Empire right now?"

"What do you mean?

Clara said she had another predictive dream while she was having a good time.

Because predictions vary from engraving to engraving, you may see dangers that were not previously visible. Clara's predictions are vague, so it's difficult to respond in advance even as Pharma.

"The journey to Imperial City, the anxiety of the journey to other people is not so life-threatening, others are fine, so I think you should just return to Imperial City immediately"

"If you turn that word upside down, is there anything not good for me alone?

"Nor is the pharmacist in danger of his life. But if you don't rush this journey, I've seen the signs of your lifelong regret over and over again. Just you, run the horses through the night, but return to the capital."

"There's something you can't take back, that's what I'm talking about."

"Yes."

Pharma opened her eyes to see Clara. There's nothing abnormal about Clara's health. It is a violation of my service as the lead pharmacist to leave the Empress, the Lord, and go home only to Pharma. Clara says she's going to know how much she's saying it's impossible.

"I apologize to His Majesty the Emperor for my willingness to be with you, I will take any punishment, so only you! Welcome back to Imperial City!

"Okay, when I see Emma's mother's illness, I'll be in Imperial City to see how it goes."

"Good......"

Clara sighed as relieved. Pharma believes Clara's words. Even if you knew as much as a shard about what was going to happen, your fate might not change. But her prediction is a divine art protected by the patron saint, the traveling god.

It was just one miracle that a helpless girl had gained, as Pharma now has the power of the outside world. Underestimating her words in this world where the unknown power of divinity exists should not. She, too, is perplexed by the whimsical travel god's revelation, Farma had always heard of such troubles.

Pharma's new wand, embedded with the nucleus of four treasures, will accelerate even better than before, allowing instant round-trip to the Imperial City.

"I'm sorry about my mother in such a difficult time"

Emma, who was asking about the situation, was evil enough to make me stop by. Pharma waves her head with her hands on her shoulders.

"You don't have to worry about it"

"Ah, but the next village is the one with my house. Good, we'll be there soon"

When Emma couldn't finish saying that, the carriage queue stopped suddenly. As the queue stopped moving, Pharma, who boiled the business, told Emma to stay there and left the rear-end carriage for the lead train.

Around the queen's carriage, the samurai were gathered. An advance party to make sure the road was safe was just returning with a blue face and reporting to the Empress.

"Don't tell me what happened again."

"We would like to report to you"

There is no light in the village that lies ahead, and the village is covered in deep mist and the inhabitants are falling over the village and gasping bitterly.

The Empress hummed her nose, and set aside a beat before ordering her to the side.

"Then it's straight ahead."

The captain of the advance party, who heard the empress's judgment, says this with a broken tooth.

"However, I would like to state. A deep mist that can get into your surroundings is not just mist. Horses are frightened and stuck, and we're all back with our lives."

"Whatever you want to say, pay for fog or something with wind divinity. Clearly."

"The village ahead is supposedly beset by foggy evil spirits. And the fog is getting thicker at different speeds."

The lead squire who hears it forcefully advances a change of course.

"Your Majesty! Please make a detour here. With evil spirits enough to strike the entire village, Your Majesty will be in danger."

Farma, who was listening to the exchange with the Empress, broke in between her and the lead squire and opened her mouth.

"Let me talk to you. The villagers are still breathing."

The advance party has a reluctant face to Pharma's question.

"Yes, still spicy. But it was already a bug breath, and it wasn't the number of people we could rescue."

"Your Majesty may bypass me, I will go rescue the people of the village. If you have evil spirits, let's get rid of them. Your Majesty and all of you please wait here."

Pharma advanced pale and tried to back off. Then the lead samurai retains Pharma as well.

"Lord de Medicis. They are evil spirits, and you are in danger. Besides, this isn't an empire, we should leave the rescue to the precinct clerics and lords on the Elvetian border. There will be no excessive interference. I will send soldiers to contact the lord."

The lead squire gives advice at a strong pace. The Kingdom of Elvetia is also stable in its internal affairs. Even though it is the largest Saint Fluve empire in the world, the empire's interference with the people of the local republic, other than passage for return to the Holy Nation that it is applying for in advance, would not be welcome. But Pharma cuts back.

"Politically, that may be the case, but this is a humanitarian emergency with civilian rescue, not internal affairs interference. If a large number of people are falling, you have to help the villagers, whether they are evil spirits or not, if you leave the evil outbreak in this large street-facing village alone, it will have a huge impact on the empire"

When Pharma told him perseverance, the squire, who had been hit by the child with an argument, asked for the Empress's face.

The advance party said it had detected the presence of evil spirits, but Farma had also looked at the outbreak of a massive epidemic. I care about the high fever of the girl's mother, that she lives in that village.

That's where Comb, the chief of the imperial ministry, came in.

"We'll come and see how it goes. Contact the precinct temple as well. The destruction of evil spirits and the salvation of the sick is our job. But strange, there must be a big temple around here."

He stated as if there was an empress who was listening to the hustle and bustle exchange.

"Yeah, if only I'd heard from you earlier. I don't know what you're talking about, just keep going straight. I guess the house of a civilian girl is that village! When evil spirits, they pay for the rest of us."

"It will not be, Your Majesty"

Pharma can resist an empress who says she will go straight on a single ride. In contact with evil spirits, plagues, etc. while bearing the melting squad, I can't even guarantee that the empress's body will have it. Pharma tells them to include and make them listen.

"I am an evil spirit too, but I still suspect the disease as well. If so, your Majesty may become infected with an epidemic disease. As you know during leukemia, Your Majesty is superior in divine power, but he is in a body weaker in immunity than an ordinary man. There is a risk of infection."

"Good day, Your Majesty. If you don't make it home safely, I'm in trouble."

"In the unlikely event of His Majesty's death, we will be beheaded."

"Yeah, you lousy bastards"

The Empress was plucked, but Pharma's persuasion came to fruition, and the carriage line of the Empress and her servants was to turn back to the lodging town one year earlier.

"Mothers... were they all down? Is there an evil spirit in the village?

Emma was rattling and trembling as she stepped out of the carriage and listened. Juliana hugs when she finds her frightened. She doesn't seem to care what's going on with Emma's house.

"Emma. Tell me the names of your mother and brother, and I'll make sure they're safe. You stay here and leave the evil spirits to the clergy."

When Farma came up with the family's name, she left Emma to a trusted servant of the de Medicis family, who herself joined the rescue team with a medical bag and a scepter in her hand.

In addition to the five clerics, five SS, several Saint Knights of the de Medicis family, Juliana and Salomon, and Farma, each united in a horse, rush to the next village.

Comb seemed to realize that he was on the road and expressed his concern.

"Shit...... yeah. If the precinct temple is not functioning, the situation sucks."

"What do you mean, Mr. Comb?

"Do you know where the temple is built?

The comb shut up. Comb's words and the expression of Salomon and Juliana, who were lining Pharma and the horse, also hardened. On behalf of Comb, Juliana tells Pharma.

"There are also temples built in large cities and transport hubs. But as for the big temple in these despicable places...... most of the places were built on top of it, while forcing them to seal up their awkward great evil spirits. In other words, if the temple was destroyed or the constantly unfolding theocracy was broken"

Juliana told him once and for all without a breath. Salomon sums it up.

"The temple can also be a nest of evil spirits if it loses its function, Master Pharma"

(A temple... it was an important institution in this world, wasn't it?)

What a dumb feeling, but Pharma is scaly from the eye. Farma, who has previously said cheaply to destroy the Temple of the Empire, etc. in order to threaten the comb, reflects on his lack of thought.

"I see it. The temple on the hill is the Temple of Messeno! Hmm?! I don't have an indestructible light!

A comb screams as he checks the map on his horse. Visible on the hillside was a relatively large, white-assed temple. Salomon tells Pharma that an indestructible lamp is a signal that the temple is functioning properly, with the flame of divinity hanging on the temple's conclave.

"There seems to be a black mist on the roots of the temple"

"You mean evil spirits are coming out of the temple?

I saw a branch in the street leading to the village quite a bit. One is a direct course and the other is a fine path leading to the temple on the hill.

Run your mouth like the comb is stuffed with cut wings.

"Dear Pharma, we will head to the temple first and reassemble the Divine Arts formation, which may be the source of evil spirits. If you're headed to the village, be careful. Nevertheless, let us accompany one purifying cleric in case evil spirits were occurring"

"Don't worry, if it's purification, I know Juliana."

When Juliana named her, Comb laughed bitterly.

"Ha, originally to the Privy Cleric, originally the Clerical Chief. This is reliable, I was losing it. May the patron saint bless you. Ha!"

While whipping the horses, the combs increased the speed at which the horses were switched to walking. Pharma, who went straight without branching, soon noticed a forward anomaly.

"Sure... there's something!

As we approach the village, the dark black fog covers the area as reported by the advance party.

When confronted by Camus, or the same signs of evil spirits seen in the basement of Hugo's mansion, Pharma felt thin and spread into the atmosphere.

(This is for sure, the evil spirit...)

"" Clean wind. ""

The holy knight of the wind attribute theology uses fog as he runs the lead to secure vision. But the fog occurs quickly, and I can't even breathe. A groan began to rise among the rescue teams.

"Bubba!

Drowned in black fog, one of the holy knights of the suffocated empire wandered off more and more horses. And those whose horses have been rammed and are no longer able to advance. Pharma put out his wand on the horse and rolled out a new drug scepter as he ran ahead.

"I'll blow the fog with divine art,” Extinction Sanctuary! ""

Pharma pointed the wand in the direction of progress, releasing the epidemic sanctuary forward. Normally, it's a concentric circular activated theology, but if you concentrate, you can also make it oriented. To the purifying divinity inherent in the drug scepter, the running of divine power blows black fog all at once. There was no difference in activating the procedure.

But Pharma feels sharply differently handy than before.

(The area of the epidemic sanctuary is too narrow! It only works about five hundred meters over there?

I could still get rid of the black fog while I was at it.

In the sanctuary unleashed by Pharma, the rescue team penetrates as they chase through a space torn apart like the eyes of a typhoon in a whirlpool of black mist. The fallen horse also jumped on the horse in haste, and followed after Pharma before the black fog came.

Upon arrival in the village, Pharma pays off the fog but is soon eroded by the fog and deepened, the effect diminishes.

"If the temple's theological formations recover, the fog will also be gone. There's no way to deal with the fog, hurry to rescue it."

"Right, let's split up and find it"

Farma decided to follow Salomon's suggestion.

As soon as the rescue team split into several formations into village alleys, the Pharmas found several bodies that had collapsed in the middle of it in an attempt to escape from the village. He ran away with the dashi and seemed to have fallen down and exhausted himself, and the body was still warm.

"Damn...... it was too late. Were you hit by evil spirits?

Pharma speaks up to squeeze, wears gloves, makes sure there are no traumas, and tries to turn the lower lid of the corpse to briefly narrow the cause of death. And I found a small bleed, a bloodshed point, on the mucous membrane. Bleeding from capillary breakdown is a sign of suffocation.

"It looks like suffocation. Were you drunk by black fog and unable to breathe?"

While Pharma said so, Salomon quickly wrote and pasted the sacrament on the back of the corpse, and did what but chant. Is Salomon used to seeing corpses, handy?

"What did you do?

"I simply mourn so that the dead do not become evil spirits. Especially now that the temple is not functioning, the unforgiving dead will soon be evil spirits... so much so"

Salomon turned around and looked at the two or three black shadows that had floated and approached the alley of the village.

A little late for Salomon, Pharma, who saw the evil spirit, tried to come forward, and Salomon's wand broke right in front of his sight.

"It's not a great evil spirit, so I'll take care of the evil spirits to this extent, Master Pharma and the others will rescue the villagers"

"Okay."

Leaving the evil spirit to Salomon, Farma began a search with Juliana for a few and villagers. And after hearing faint noises from the back of the inn, Pharma steps inside looking at Juliana and her face. Then, in the dark inn, I heard people groaning weakly. Turning the light, Farma approached them because she thought the guests and the men and women had fallen.

"Please wait.“ Ashinaga, go away! "

Juliana opened a bottle of holy water, sprayed it on men and women, applied a limited-type purifying divine technique, and opened the window of the room.

She quickly writes some symbols with charcoal in the four corners of the room as it is, chanting the activated chant of divine art. Then the fog gushed out of the bodies of the surviving men and women, the fog swirled inside the room, and the furniture in the room messed up like a poltergeist. The glass was broken, and the things in the inn scattered to the floor, so Pharma surrounded the needy rescuers with ice walls, protecting them from flying household possessions. After a while, the wind has weakened.

After the room was completely purified, the rescuers were struck by fear, and the two of them hugged each other. Two consciousnesses were also clear in those days. After a job, Juliana looked back at Pharma as relieved.

"I was about to be picked up by evil spirits, but now I'm relieved"

"Thank you, Juliana."

Farma speaks to the two rescuers in need, admiring the quick response of Juliana, a former pivotal cleric.

"Thanks for your help, hold on"

"Ha, ha, my breath is getting easier. Thank you."

"I don't know, when I realized, my body was heavy and I couldn't breathe, and I fell, I thought I was going to die already"

No evil spirit can be seen in a civilian without divine power by glancing at those whose senses are so acute.

Juliana explains what happened to them.

"The black fog contains the notion of a nasty vulgar spirit that doesn't materialize, they want the living"

"We have to hurry. Find survivors."

Pharma was thoroughly rescued. Many villagers seemed to fall at first sight in the village, but in fact many were unconscious, and those that were on the verge of suffocation barely woke up if they also fed oxygen and paid evil spirits. The number of victims counted stood at more than a dozen.

"Oh, boy, this one's cleared up, too."

When Pharma and his men joined Salomon, he had gently banished as many as eight evil spirits, gathering together the dead he had encountered and mourning them. The Pharmas found Emma's mother and brother among the survivors gathered in the village's central square. Pretty tedious, but life doesn't seem to have anything else to say.

Emma's mother had a high fever, which, according to check-ups, looked like acute tonsillitis. When I had my mouth open, I was able to check the pus plug.

"Emma was worried about your body. I was looking for a divine medicine, but I have a better medicine for it, so let's get it out."

"Um, you are"

"My name is Farma de Medicis and I'm a pharmacist. Emma's in a safe place."

"Yeah... that kid. What a thank you."

Pharma takes the antipyretic and antibiotic out of the visiting bag and hands it to her mother, giving a medication description. In the meantime, Juliana and Salomon placed crystal stones and painted a theological formation in the center of the square, gathering the survivors into it.

"It's safe in here, don't leave this enclosure of the Divine Arts."

"Are you a cleric? I thought I was going to die."

"I was wondering if you had just been abandoned because the nobles who came with horses had fled home. He went to get help."

"Without the priests and nobles of the gods, the evil spirits will kill you."

"There's a temple nearby, but there's no such thing as evil spirits."

Though the victims have been made, the villagers say thank you to the rescue team. Pharma caught a glimpse of what role nobles and clerics who use divine art have played in this world. The existential significance of the nobility has been exerted in these emergencies. Falma may still not fall in love with survival and let the villagers surrounding the rescue team loosen their cheeks between them.

(Still, my sanctuary no longer works?

As Salomon had said before, there had previously been a sanctuary around Pharma that did not send evil spirits. I wasn't delusional about that sanctuary and the doings that I couldn't even demonstrate existed, but that made it difficult to encounter Pharma until now, unless it was such a great evil spirit.

Common evil spirits and the like could not appear in front of him, and if Pharma approached, the evil spirits were almost automatically extinguished. How about now, a black mist appeared in front of Pharma and evil spirits also appeared.

There is no particular change in the divine power of Pharma or in the divine arts that can be used. But for sure, things aren't the same as before.

(I wonder if the bottom of the gear of in the Great Temple has fallen, and the Great Cleric has died, and the world has changed)

"Still no indestructible lights in the temple"

One of the Sacred Knights, who looked over the hill from above the tall building of the village, tells a rescue team. Pharma remembered the presence of the comb when he heard the words.

"Speaking of which! Something happened to Mr. Comb..."

"You seem to be manipulating the restoration of the Divine Arts. That takes so long..."

Pharma, having heard Salomon's words, makes an immediate decision.

"Can I take care of this place"

"What, what do you mean?

Pharma tells Juliana and Salomon.

"I'll go to the temple. Please protect the villagers."

"Dear Farma! You are not alone! Neither do we..."

"With the fog still occurring, I think we'd better not disperse the gestures. If it's against evil spirits, there's more I can do alone."

To Pharma's words, Salomon seemed to have lost the words to say back. Pharma thought he should avoid taking large numbers of humans to dangerous places. Otherwise, there will be more sacrifices like Empress and Pius again.

"Sorry, I trust the people here. That's why I want you to go alone."

"Dear Farma!

Pharma ran out abruptly, disappearing into the fog. I've always been advised by someone not to act alone, and yet, I've encountered occasions where only I have to go on the spot.

Pharma flies through divine power on his wand as he rushes through the mist with various thoughts. It flew through the woods, suddenly floating in seconds of things, reaching over the temple.

(Wish I'd been over here from the start)

From a distance, the seemingly splendid guardian temple ceiling had an unnaturally large hole. There was a corrupt odor that could spiral from the inside of that hole, and as I approached it, the temple was stirred with a scabbard, revealing a creepy landscape like ruins.

As Pharma gazed, black masses of increasingly black tar were deposited on the cathedral floor, which was rippling to form fluid. I can see the blue and white divine light drifting between its fluids. It was the light of divine art that the five clerics were desperately resisting the fluid that still tried to swallow them.

The surface of the fluid was surprisingly covered with things like large and small humans.

Pharma flushed divine power all at once into the wand, plummeting from the sky all at once to let the divine power loose on the verge of contact with the earth, and freshly poked the wand into the fluid.

The nucleus of the four treasures that dwell on his wand recognises the evil spirit and collaborates to create a cover of fluid to generate the sanctuary. The power was immense.

"Go away!"

As Pharma increased his concentration to the extreme and caged his strength, the likeness of his face, which was on the surface of the fluid, burned, and melted down as it was, pushing him back under the temple floor and sucking him in.

Pharma steps divine power on the floor of the temple as he pushes the condensed fluid of the evil spirit back underground.

That alone does not loosen his hands, filling the divine circuit of the temple floor with his divine power and restoring the sanctuary of the temple. Farma, who had not learned anything about the structure of the Divine Arts formation or anything else, had no choice but to twist it down with force moves. Still, for the most part, the divinity of this world responded to Pharma's intentions. I guess the art ceremony of divinity embodies the precaution, so chanting nothing is inherently necessary, and the desire to do this and the divine power to fulfill it make the miracle manifest. However, anything that doesn't have enough divine power can only borrow the efficacy of a surgical ceremony. Farma thinks so these days.

"Medicine God... Dear God... Goho, Gaha"

Comb, who appeared to have fallen and lay low in disgust, rose up spitting blood and looked up at Pharma on his knees. In his eyes, there is no more colour of hostility or suspicion. The other clerics had fallen to the floor. Pharma wakes up with each and every voice calling out for help. It seemed like such a fierce battle that some clerics were running out of divine power.

"All of you, do you manage to be safe? Let's go back and make allowance."

"The treasures of the Guardian Temple were losing power and the evil spirits that had been sealed in the land were about to come to life on earth… and that was what caused the damage to the surrounding villages. It's a pity, but if you hadn't come, there would have been no life... I would never have forgotten this grace."

"Never mind, you can't deal with that one."

It didn't seem like something humans could handle, Farma praises the Combs for their good fight.

Comb shivers his lips as he looks into Pharma's eyes, connecting words.

"But this change is considered to be happening not only in this temple, but everywhere...... From the fragile temple of the divine arts formation, the temple will lose its function. The emptiness of the Great Cleric affects temples around the world."

Clara's prophecy depends on the back of her brain.

I wonder what's going on with the Temple of Imperial Capital right now.

"You can hear the prelude to the ruin of the world. As soon as possible, I pray you find the Great Cleric..."

Comb shrugged and lost consciousness.

…━━…━━…━━…

"Citizens name their names and addresses and evacuate to school."

Bruno, president of the Imperial College of Medicine of Saint-Fluve, had given evacuation instructions to residents around the university to receive evacuees within the school.

"Deploy emergency bulkheads at all gates and on all premises, maintain a wallproof theological formation"

University-only staff with wind attributes who are good at handling the Divine Arts go braiding powerful Divine Arts formations that prevent evil spirits from entering the boundaries of the premises. It was in the eyes of the nobles, though invisible to the civilians, that evil spirits approaching those divine formations evaporated.

"Thank you, my lord. I will never forget this favor."

"I wondered what would happen, now I'm relieved"

Civilian citizens, along with their luggage, enter the Imperial College of Medicine.

"What, there are imperial nobles for times like this. Don't worry."

Bruno, who was welcoming his citizens at the main entrance, snorted unfathomably as if to respond to his words of gratitude. A little late in Bruno's decision, the court issued an emergency evacuation alert to all of the Imperial Capital by order of the Secretary of State, and the alarm to announce the evacuation sounded loudly in the towers of the Imperial Capital, where the Imperial Army began to direct the evacuation of the citizens.

The protection of civilians and the fight against evil spirits when things happen is the most important duty of the aristocracy living in the Saint-Fluve Empire.

In the event of an outbreak of evil spirits in a wide area, citizens are to be temporarily evacuated to a designated evacuation site of the Empire and, if not in time, to a noble mansion flying a red flag.

Imperial Medical College is one of the designated evacuation sites, including the court and Imperial Army-related facilities.

The influence of evil spirits intensified especially at night, and what was misty during the day, but sometimes materialized at night to attack citizens.

The Imperial College of Medicine stockpiled bedding for distribution to citizens and non-perishable food with purifying theology. The divine users of water attributes produce water and provide drinking water to the citizens. It is Bruno's decision to use water produced by divine arts because having each individual have perishable water in their evacuation life can cause an infection. Citizens are glad to be provided with rarely attached objects.

"Thank God, it's the water of divinity. It's transparent."

"Your nobles are generous at times like this, even though they always seem great"

"Shit, my voice is loud."

Citizens' impressions of nobility are mixed.

"How long should I hold it?"

Bruno had sent his disciples everywhere to grasp the full extent of the Imperial City, but the Temple of Imperial City had already become dysfunctional. The clergyman said he remained stuck in the temple to maintain the theological formation in turns, unable to make any physical moves. Still, in order not to increase any more evil spirits that have begun to occur in the imperial capital, he said, the protection of the temple is absolute.

The divine formations deployed by the nobles in shelters that cover the civilian population were quite powerful, but if we continue to use such massive divinity, one day we will lose our divine power.

Some had already exhausted their divine power to the limit and were no longer able to use divine art.

"General, I need to talk to you"

In what should also be called such a defensive battle, Professor Casper, who gave his name as an expert in Actinomyces, spoke to Bruno, who would gather faculty and be chased to gather information. If Bruno turns around, with Casper at the forefront, several old faculty are gathering there. Everyone was pointing a strong obsession at Bruno with what was the only determination.

"We are old and short and do not think about peace in the future. Open the forbidden library and use our divine power to formulate the spirit drug Habaritour"

Professor Casper resolutely advised Bruno. In the forbidden art series of the library of Saint Fluve Imperial Medical College, there are evil spirited spiritual medicines that can only be formulated by the divine use of the patron saint of medicine at the expense of the divine power of a lifetime of divine use. Bruno, who hears it, loses his voice and the faculty who hear it as a spiritual drug react sensitively.

"What are you talking about? Then don't use forbidden techniques."

"While the evil spirits of the Temple increase, so does the Divine Arts. Let the evil spirits drink from fragile shelters. Anyone who takes even a drop of the spirit medicine Habaritour will be kept away from any evil spirit for a few days. If you pay all the citizens of Imperial City, you will have time to evacuate them safely to the city of Rambueh. Given the physical strength of the evacuation, it is not too late for the evacuees to wear out physically and mentally, please state that to the Secretary of State."

"But... there is a danger to life when it comes to formulating psychotropic drugs. And whether the city of Lambue is safe or not."

Bruno showed difficulty, but Professor Casper and the others wouldn't pull it off.

"Earlier, I got in touch with an old Lambue City scholar. The Guardian Temple has been informed that it is safe. Here's the good news by the pigeon who flew twenty from Teito and returned only one. It's incredible, but now that His Majesty the Emperor and the Clerical Chief are absent, the Emperor is about to fall into the hands of the evil spirit. Then isn't it our mission to protect the lives of our citizens"

"Uhm... you're right, Professor Casper"

"We all know that the Director General has never failed to formulate any elusive medication before, even if it is a spirit medicine. Even if your son is the lead pharmacist, the seat of the Empire's best divine pharmacist is immovable."

Bruno accepts the offer as to whether they were enthusiastic.

"Right. I took that readiness. I need your help."

Then, just three hours later, the Gazette of the Habaritour formula and the prophecy of the temporary evacuation of all the Emperor Citizens to the city of Lambue were brought to the palace.

Shortly afterwards, the Saint-Fluve Empire issued an evacuation order to the whole of the Imperial capital by order of the Secretary of State.