Parallel World Pharmacy

After completing the joint Grand Exercise between the Holy Nation Armed Cleric and the Saint Fluve Imperial Kingsguard Division and others, the Divine Artists who took part in the battle had a return schedule in place while Pharma was receiving reports from Naval Decree.

As the air of dissolution drifted, the Holy Emperor turned his feet to Palle himself.

I realize that nature and the way have opened, and I fear the palais that was sluggishly crumbling.

"You called me Pallet, and I want you to take it."

"Yes, we will take it"

"A number of divine moves in this exercise were brilliant. Damn, I'm old."

It's 18.

Palle answers the nervousness. Next month, he will be 19.

Elizabeth looked down to deserve some pallet.

"Hmm. Don't be an adult. Are there any imperfect holy marks on your body or holy marks?"

"No, sir."

"Here, take this."

Suddenly, Elizabeth is offered the bespoke scepter she had. Palais grips the tip of the scepter as ordered, as prompted.

Then the sceptre, combined with a divine dynamometer, showed blue luminescence. This is a luminescence that indicates the water attribute.

Elizabeth reads the scale of the divine dynamometer and nods satisfactorily.

"Hmm. The divine power isn't bad either, okay. Take this."

Elizabeth tries to hide it from her surrounding eyes and gives Palle a small box with an imperial crest.

Nevertheless, he was getting all the attention around him, so Palle gave up his hand to make a shadow inside, which contained a card of pure gold.

"This is..."

Pallet reworks the back of the card. On the back was the Imperial Imperial Seal of Saint Fluve.

Palais breathed sensing what it meant. This is a formal qualification to participate in the Succession to the Crown.

The candidate for succession to the throne of the world's largest empire, the Saint Fluve Empire, is elected by the Great Cleric, studied imperialism, and takes the throne from his predecessor after a battle for succession to the throne.

It follows that Palais was secretly allowed to challenge the throne of the emperor.

Emperor Saint Fluve has strict standards for succession to the throne and must be the world's most powerful use of divine arts. It is an unparalleled honor to have been expected to do so from her, the incumbent.

Elizabeth eared at the pallet, which hardens under shock.

"If you think this is the time, come."

Elizabeth has never given this card to anyone yet.

There were times when I expected Farma to be the next emperor, but I was dropping him off because he wasn't an adult. In the meantime, Farma was looking for a new successor because he abandoned his citizenship and left the candidate.

It was Palais who used his own theological system.

She found his true worth.

But Palle did not respond in two replies. He answers, choosing words, as he squeezes them out.

Something like having an opinion on the Emperor while he is in his people should not have happened.

"I had a goal. The first step is to become a one-person pharmacist and be able to cure people satisfactorily."

"Oh. That's what I always heard from two people close to me."

Hearing Palle's candid hope, Elizabeth nodded. Palle has gained experience as a pharmacist and is aiming for a court pharmacist for slowness. Even though he has been preempted by Pharma, he still aspires to be a court pharmacist all the way.

The palace pharmacist serves the emperor and his skill as a pharmacist will be diminished if the emperor's life is preserved by his work, his own reign as emperor. Visits, dispensations, etc., are also unacceptable. It wasn't an attractive position for him.

"For the king, the people are as are my sons. Somebody has to trust my son."

Palais gets stuck in words.

"What, don't get so hard. This is permission to challenge, not impose."

Seeing how he was frightened, Elizabeth smiles to reassure him.

It was also like her attention with a child.

"Beyond that as a pharmacist, I have a job to cure the world and protect the nation, just when it seems so"

"………, we will now keep it"

After a tour, Pallet decided to receive it.

You just have to think about it and decide whether to use it or not. I just can't refuse to receive it. I took her thoughts.

"I'm sorry I'm in the middle of a conversation"

Pharma, who saw a division in the story, broke in between them.

Their conversation is not in Pharma's ear.

"Your Holiness, I would like to report you urgently."

Farma, along with the Saint Fluve Imperial Naval Herald, gave the Holy Emperor a report on the current situation.

"Hmm... with the indigenous people found, communication interrupted? You don't have a batter."

The reaction of the Holy Emperor, reported by Pharma, was somewhat of a renunciation, while showing a sinister face.

Admiral Jean's fleet is a death squad whose rescue is not accidentally envisaged.

Also, the Empire does not send rescue teams. I can't even send it in time.

Because even if a convoy for rescue sailed just now, we wouldn't be able to chase him down and rescue him.

It was a harsh journey. That's why Pharma, just in case, has been supportive, but still didn't seem to be enough. Despite what Clara had predicted from her prophecy, Pharma, who was inevitable even in preparation for all that, was a grumpy thought.

"Clara's prophecy also prevents us from avoiding distress, and if something like this happens, we won't be dispatching convoys to the New World for a while"

This was her political decision.

Pharma thinks of the limits of dealing with the lack of urgent means of travel to the new continent.

In the empire, it could mean that they were killed by implication.

"But they may still be alive. I know where the ship was attacked, would you mind if I went?"

"Just go alone and do something about it"

"We can check for safety and restore life-saving measures, communications, and evacuate them to a safe place until the rescue team arrives."

If you say you can, it's an octagonal hexagonal activity.

"For example, if there were dozens of injured and sick people, it would be great to bring all the sailors home alone."

"If you devise it, you can carry the four, dozens of trips in sequence from the seriously injured, and you can take them all home in a few days. Anyway, if they're evil spirits, if they're human, I can't lose."

Pharma is serious. Quite a strong statement, I would say.

"Totally... that's what people always think."

"I'm afraid I have your permission."

"As Emperor Saint Fluve, the court pharmacist's order is no."

Farma's thoughts were unbroken by Elizabeth's rejection. Farma lost her words and stared at Elizabeth, but could not blame her.

"... Yes"

I have never revoked an order she made once. Pharma had to back off.

Pharma was in a carriage back to the de Medicis family, conceived. Ellen sits face-to-face.

(It was a failure to ask permission under the Holy See... there is no way I can tell you to go alone. But if you don't tell me, I'll be absent, so don't find out)

"I wonder if I can do something."

Ellen, who heard about Pharma, puts ice on her swollen arm in battle and asks worried as she leaves her body in the carriage passenger seat.

"I was carrying seabirds in case the communications didn't work, and thanks to flying me with a straw or a bee, I knew the situation... I can't believe I knew but I couldn't do anything"

"Looks like you used migratory birds instead of regular seabirds."

The distance between the continent and Merseil is about 8,000 kilometers.

Migratory birds can fly for days without landing and for almost a month at the end.

Some of these birds cross the Arctic and Antarctic regions without landing for about a month.

The East Idon company, which had flown seabirds and its own know-how towards Merseil from the middle of a pelagic voyage, housed a wide variety of seabirds, migratory birds. I guess he had established an analogue means of communication. The biographical bird, which was thought to turn into a legacy of the past, was also to be reviewed.

"That's why we can't waste this report"

The position of the fleet is confirmed thanks to the fact that Admiral Jean and the others had reported the landing in advance.

There is no time to mourn that the prophecy has been centered.

There are two out of five battleships with the function of radio communications, but they should have been at a distance from each other in case of raids, shipwrecks, etc., and all ships would not have landed and were waiting offshore. So even if something happened after landing and the crew that landed were wiped out, one ship was able to survive and return.

Yet all five ships have lost communication.

What this is intended to mean is that not a single remaining ship has been chased down and wiped out by the raiders, or at least is in a critical situation... Clara's prophecy says they should be alive until Pharma arrives.

Then it is against the orders of the Holy Emperor. But I have no choice but to go.

"I may not be able to go back for a while. Best regards, Ellen."

Looks like Ellen sensed something in Pharma's serious story.

"I'm not going to fly alone. ⁉ Organized with handcrafted divine arts, you've neglected to hear from a fleet of hundreds of people? Maybe it's a strong evil spirit, and we should work out an operation for a little while before we go."

"No, I'm not an evil spirit."

As far as Pharma has ascertained several times, there should have been nothing dangerous at the point where Admiral Jean was the landing target.

There were evil spirits, but the roots had been exorcised, and the Divine Arts Corps had kept the evil spirits out of sight.

So you can decide that the Raiders are not evil spirits, but people or animals, unknown monsters. Even if Pharma explains so, Ellen shakes her neck sideways.

"Then I'll go, too. You don't look over there, and I can use my eye, so I think I can help with the rescuer triage."

"But... it's dangerous, and you're hurt. Besides, I'd rather not use my eye for a while."

"If you think you're going to get your feet together, you do your best to escape, and you're in the ocean. Earlier, you said the four of us could carry them at the same time, right? Then we don't need someone to see the injured while you're transporting them."

Pharma's new drug scepter is not a scepter for freight transport in the first place, even though it boosted performance with other treasures. When the load reaches about 200 kg, the flight performance drops extremely and the control is poor. So, there's four of us, even if we work hard. Pharma, who looked rugged, hit Pong in the hand.

"Sure... but wait, if Admiral Jean gets there... that might work"

"What's that?

Farma sees a note recording where the communication was.

"The Merceil plant has a new department called the Commodity Development Department, which commercializes many of Mr. Theodore's failures. You said there were tons of discarded arrows."

"Huh? Even though it's Mr. Theodore's failure? What happens when you use that?

"Theoretically, we can carry all 100 people at once, just one way, within a day"

"Duh, what kind of divine art do you want me to use?

Ellen looks disturbed at Pharma, who has begun to shine her eyes when she flickers at something. I can't keep up with science geeks.

"It's more of a physical device than a divine art."

"You didn't have that kind of silo thing in the Marseil factory, did you?

"No, there is. It is."

Surprisingly, the carriage stopped. As Pharma peeks outside, the white horse is sidelined. I guess the white horse stopped the carriage. I was crossing that white horse...

"Elizabeth Sacred Lower"

"Is there still a capacity for direct flights to the mainland of Gabon?

Earlier, Elizabeth, who had just outright denied Farma's performance, is laughing funny.

She should be returning to the nearby town lodging she had served and resting, but she seems to have gotten out of it somehow.

"Four would have said they could carry"

"Holiness ⁉ Um, the earlier interaction..."

"As a high priest, I don't have the power to bind my actions."

She was using her dual position separately.

"We can't bring you under the Holy See. I don't care what happens to you."

"That's gonna give you the same line back."

The position of the high priest is that the patron saint must be boxed and worshipped.

It is she who is giving freedom to that Pharma, even if it is her own fault.

If anything happens to Pharma, he still takes responsibility as a high priest.

"In the absence of His Holiness, just..."

"To restore the divine power drain, don't go into the bedroom for half a day, nobody says to wake you up. If we go back by sundown, we'll have a problem."

"What, are you going on a day trip!

"I guess humans are the opponents? Though it will suffice."

(Holiness, you're too strong... there might even be a trap)

Farma turned into a sinister face.

"How was this done under Elizabeth?"

Noticing the disturbance, Palle came out of the previous carriage. Undisputed, I had a face to mix too.

"Now, as soon as we arrive at the house, we will be assisting you with medications and equipment, so please wait"

It didn't go any further and ended up flying with the three of us to the New World.

Farma telegraphed Adam in Marseille territory and Theodore, as well as Chiara, about his plans and sent them a request for work.

And it depends on your journey schedule in the shortest possible time.

I'm in a hurry as soon as possible, but going unprepared won't help.

Before I affirmed that human opponents would not lose, correcting it now would be a long way off, but Pharma thought so too.

Interpersonal combat is not so scary.

I can be overwhelmed by the difference in divine power.

But if there is a human plot or a psychological battle, it should be more than evil spirits.

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"Hiccup."

The dripping droplets hit her cheek, and Clara woke up.

"Yep."

Just look around and check the situation. She is in a humid, dark cave, separated from the space by something like an iron lattice down from the ceiling. Clara is apparently trapped inside the lattice, and earlier droplets fell from the cave ceiling.

Outside the lattice was a pine light, and behind it was an open place like a passage, where many people were crossing.

In Clara's eyes were people with dark hair with wheat skin.

After being blinded for a while, I noticed a woman with a cane on her side staring at Clara from outside the lattice.

You look like a girl, but your age is unknown.

He knitted three long hairs on one side and tied them with colorful strings.

Large black eyes, seemingly curious, were pointed at Clara.

(Ah, the kid who sank this boat!

At that time I didn't see it well in the dark, but Clara is surprised once again that a magician with the strength to lightly treat a hundred men of divine art by himself was such an unusual girl.

…… …………

The woman saw Clara awake, or approached and talked to her. I try to have a loving laugh because I'm saying something, but I have no idea what she's saying.

"Oh, you know... I don't know"

Clara twisted her neck and shrugged her shoulder as she felt sorry for herself, the girl lifted her little neck and breathed with her nose.

"Give me that wand back if you can... you won't get it"

Clara is pushed into the cell and the cane is taken away.

The girl grips the cane with one hand and punches a pong on the opposite palm and the tip of the cane to see how Clara is doing.

In time, the girl was called by someone to walk away.

Unlike her, two or three boys came in front of the cage as they stood back.

I guess it's a wild horse, not a lookout, I know you obviously care about Clara with a different look than they do. So Clara came up with a picture to communicate with. Fortunately, the prison was sandy and I was able to paint on the ground with my fingertips.

She was the first to paint a bird with examples of creatures they might know.

"Pili!"

The boy held his finger and screamed. Clara asks pointing to the painting.

"Pili?"

"Pili!"

"Okay, you say Pili!

Clara got word clues first. Next, paint and point at the fish.

"Katana"

"Fish is katana."

I was fortunate that Clara had such a picturesque mind.

Draw people's pictures. A man and a woman. Children and adults, all parts of the body. Then, motion.

Kids look at the painting, or see and answer Clara's behavior.

Clara takes notes and memorizes the word on the ground.

Clara predicted when they were used to painting guns. The children twisted their necks,

"Nine?"

and returned it. Clara just painted a picture of the carriage. Again at this time, "Nine?" I returned it.

Clara portrayed what existed in the empire, which they would not know, and made sure she would return with Nine.

Clara is now a nobleman, but she grew up as a civilian and as a forsaken child until Pharma found her divine vein. Sometimes I sold vegetables in one word to exotic merchants gathering in the big city to earn change. It's not like you don't know how to negotiate with someone you can't speak to. There are first things you need to do to understand the other person's language. It's like, "What's this? Knowing the equivalent of" versatile words. "Nine is the question. If you pull that out, all you have to do is fight the guts. Clara smiled and pointed herself at her fingertips," Clara! named. "

And I fingertipped one of them and said:

"Nine?"

The kids seemed surprised,

"Maripo."

Nominated by Clara, he pointed to himself, laughing and answering.

This is his name. Clara took notes on the ground and remembered. First introduction, then ahead, authentic interaction ensued.

Then a while later, Clara's interaction with the kids must have been too loud for her eyes. Adults called me in and the kids left. The adults crossing in front of Clara's cell held guns and canes worn by Admiral Jean's fleet sailors. Clara was stunned when she saw it. The wand that is the next most important thing in life for the nobility. Being taken a cane means they're not safe.

(I wonder what happened to Admiral Jean and the others... I guess I'm the only one safe)

I don't want to think about it, but it didn't seem very safe.

Why Clara helped, she let go of her wand when the girl turned to attack, that's why she was safe. Why I let go of my wand, Clara had instant visibility of predictions of a girl attacking her opponent through a wand or weapon.

It could have been like the protection of a patron saint called a traveling god, or a defensive instinct.

Clara issued a warning and shouted around then, but no one accepted it.

Even if they told me to let go of my weapon during the fight, I might not have been able to do more.

(I should have accompanied the fleet so this wouldn't happen)

It doesn't even start when it's creepy. On the contrary, Clara is also in imminent danger of life. Admirals Jean and the others didn't look like skeletons until the last moment.

It's not safe, but it's not even taken to life.

But Clara doesn't know her own fate.

It can also mean that only one person will be killed.

When Clara wiped her tears, she organized the words she had collected from the children earlier.

"Oh, yeah. Even if I don't know, the Patron God knows everything."

Clara flickered. Clara wrote symbols that hit "yes" and "no" on the ground with fierce momentum, and abbreviations for fortune around it, as well as dials.

It's called surrender patronage.

This is something like Wijaboard, which was popular in the aristocratic salon at one time even in Saint Fluve, to invoke the use of the patron saint and to hear divine will on the dial. It is known in Japan as Koki-san's original form. What is happening in the salon was like psychological play, but in the case of Clara it really hits like a lie because it keeps the protection of the traveling god at his fingertips. Clara had tried this fortune on several occasions that would only hit her on the journey.

After dancing the art of dancing, I gently remember.

"Patron God, come"

Clara's fingers began to move on their own.

(Welcome, Patronus, Patronus. Is Admiral Jean and the others alive)

”Yes."

For one thing, the thought of being glad creeps me up. Clara is not alone. I can't wait to be brave, that I'm not isolated and helpless.

(Where are you? Are you close)

”Yes."

(Are you safe?)

”No."

"You're not safe..."

Oh, no... And Clara felt hopeless. Are you seriously injured?

(Is it dangerous if I don't help you soon)

”Yes."

Clara, I don't even think I can get out of here alone and rescue them, but for one thing I decided to know the enemy.

(Are those who assaulted us divine artists? It's about a girl named Mereney)

”No."

(Who is she? If you're not a divine user, what is that power?

Clara's finger is directed to the dial. Yes, anything that can't be answered with no will be indicated by a dial.

”The Mage."

"Ha..."

I see, Clara thought. It's not an evil spirit, it's the art of calling and using spirits. It was a spell that was driving birds out of the earth, evoking plant creatures, and moving large amounts of aliens.

There is something similar about alchemy, but it is contraindicated on the continent and makes it the subject of heretical interrogation of the temple. So no surgical formula remains on the continent where materialization has been powerful so far.

(Amongst them, is Mereney the most powerful operator)

”Yes."

So Clara's, today's share of divine power expires, and I can't use divine art any more. Until tomorrow, we have to wait for the restoration of divine power. If tomorrow comes, though.

Clara, who can't use battle divinity, is not the one who can handle battle with divinity, a user so powerless that she was there in an instant.

Not with a positive offense. The only means left for Clara was to get into her and contact her.

If we don't hurry, Admiral Jean and the others are in danger while we're doing this.

"Mereney!"

Clara never called out her will.

She looked back in surprise. I just painted her sketch earlier and found out in an interview with the kids that she was named Mereney. What you need to have is a painting and a heartbeat.

The opponent has the ability to instantly kill Clara. I can't do anything to undermine my heart certificate, but I can't even be frightened. Clara's heart rattles in a critical rush.

"Ihetomani"

Clara said she was hungry as she stroked her abdomen, and Mereney looked suspicious. But when I said something to her companion, something else appeared, with roasted potatoes and roasted fish and drinking water.

"Yaraiyarai"

This is equivalent to a word of thanks.

Clara uses only a few words she remembers.

Mereney was listening to it.

"Katana Manana"

Fish, good. Meaning. I want you to interpret the fish as delicious. It actually tastes like fish. It's strong and it's too wild or spicy flavored compared to the arms of the San Fluve cook who has accompanied it. He seemed to be wearing spices that Clara didn't know about.

It didn't fit Clara's tongue, but for one thing, he takes a friendly attitude, whispering praise for his opponent's food culture.

"Maripo!

Mereney called Maripo. Maripo was talking about something with Mereney, but Maripo came before Clara. I guess Mereney is going to let Maripo, who was talking to Clara by gesture earlier, do Clara's interpreter.

Merenay showed her wand hanging on Clara. Maripo asks.

"Nine?"

It's a scepter.

Clara answers in a hurry.

"Marne?"

"I move with divine power."

Marne means how. They ask me how to use it. Clara stretched out her hand, saying, "Calm down," but Mereney did not give me the cane. Exactly cautious. Mereney knows that this can also be a weapon.

"Nine?"

It's a gun.

"Marne?"

"... Nanna"

If I teach you how to use a gun, you could get shot. Also, that could get your buddies shot. Clara couldn't teach. So I said "Nanna (I don't know)" and ran away from the question. I guess Mereney wasn't convinced, he painted a picture of a typical person on the ground, put his hand on that picture, and made a move to pull his hand up.

Then the Spirit of man appeared more than the earth. Clara lags behind in surprise. I thought he was going to kill me, and Mereney talks to Clara. Then the spirit began to speak in the same mouth motion as Mereney.

"Can you hear my words?"

The Spirit is translating the words of Mereney to Clara.

Well, Clara realizes.

The Spirit is a mass of thought, and the words spoken by the Spirit transcend language.

Merenees can translate each other's words via the Spirit. As soon as he found out that Maripo's interpreter was not working, he switched his methods of dialogue. Mereney tightens herself up when she's just a psychic or an unapologetic opponent.

"Yes, I can hear you!

A spirit translates Clara's words and tells Mereney. It's intercultural communication using psychic arts.

'We were initially trying to welcome you guys. So I was patient and watching what you guys would do in this land. They invaded our territory, obstructed the sleep of our ancestral spirits, and used their ominous power to retreat'.

An ominous force would mean divinity.

To them, theology seems like an abominable system of art.

Clara is surprised she was buying an unexpected grudge and gets stuck in the words.

"I didn't mean... we didn't know you guys were here."

"I tried to get rid of the old spirits who slept quietly. Forty days before that, the great Spirit who was protecting the land was extinguished by evil power. The few spirits left are angry that you must have done it '

(Forty days ago, evil power? Did you sweep away the spirits that the Merenees cherished?

I don't know that, Clara roars.

The clerics, who have accompanied Admiral Jean, are certainly only skilled and use the evil spirit paying divinity.

But the ship hadn't sailed yet, and there's no way it used divine art beyond the continent.

"Well, I don't know about decades ago, not us. Because it's only been ten days since we've been here. Besides, only evil spirits tried to leave the spirits..."

"There were no evil spirits here."

Mereney said that out with cloudless eyes. For Clara, it's a bad spirit, but not for her.

"You guys care about spirits. And so that we may believe in the Patron God and gain divine power, you are gaining protection and strength from the Spirit who dwells in this land. We didn't know how you guys behaved, sorry."

On the continent where Clara was, the thought of the dead just became evil spirits.

Evil spirits were the object of expulsion and purification by temple theology.

But people on this continent don't seem to be.

Live with the Spirit, honor the Spirit. He seemed to live with such a worldview.

"Do the evil spirits of this continent not attack humans?

"As long as there's an old spirit, evil spirits don't show up. But the old spirit has perished. '

"How could you just help me?

'You were the only one who reacted differently to the rest of us when you saw me. Also, you're the only one who didn't point a weapon at us.'

"That's what I've been looking at..."

In that darkness, Mereney turned out to be the brilliant girl she had foreseen that far.

"Why did you let go of your wand then?

"'Cause I found out you were going to attack with your wand up."

(Well, the spirit Mereney serves doesn't have the ability to predict. And her spirit can't read my mind, can she?)

So you're showing interest in Clara and asking questions directly.

"How are you avoiding danger?

Mellenay says so, but Clara shakes her neck sideways saying it's not a hoard.

"I don't know what this is... it's like an idea"

"If you lie, your people will die tomorrow too"

"Wow! Please don't!

Clara's position was equal to that of a prisoner who was taken hostage.

He's in a weak position, but apparently they can't rely on Clara's abilities to kill him either.

"I'll answer if I know. So help them."

'All of your people were cursed into Lake Picicaca. The curse eventually dies, sooner or later'

(Eh! I knew there was something about that lake!

Clara's whole body dulls. Lake water that Clara somehow avoided.

When you enter that lake, you are cursed to death. Such a trap was set somewhere.

'You didn't go into the lake as hard as you could. Is that a prediction, too?

"Wow, I just had a bad feeling about that somehow!

The glare of Mereney shines sharply.

The prophetic ability of the Travel God is unique to Clara. Even if I taught them, it's not something they can do to someone who doesn't even have a patron saint. If I still can't get back to you, Clara, they'll kill me too. Clara fell into a desperate predicament.

"Huh...! I get it. The ability to predict can only be used by me, I'll do what you say, so don't give those people a hand!

'Good reply, then they'll leave you on a deserted island and forgive you. Show me your hands.'

Melenay pressed her fingertips against Clara's neck and a cursely engraving appeared.

"You become my slave, if you betray me, you die."

(Hi-eh, unequal contract -!

Clara has tears, but she can't even resist.

If you can cast a subordinate curse with your divine powers cut off, there's no way to do it.

Do you want to get some rest?

Clara was struck by helplessness and fell into the cell.