– STORY –

A young pharmacologist and researcher in Japan died from overworking,

and was reincarnated in a Medieval Parallel Europe.

He was reincarnated as a 10 year old apprentice to a famous Royal Court

pharmacist, had attained an inhuman skills of ability to see through
disease, material creation, and material destruction.

In a society in which dubious medical practice are rampant, price

gouging thru the monopoly of the pharmacist guild, and good medicine
aren’t available to the commoners.

He was recognized by the Emperor at that time and opened a Pharmacy

at the corner of the town.

He will wipe out the fraud that has swept the world, and deliver to the
commoners a truly effective medicine that was developed using present
day pharmacology.

Thus the boy pharmacist will cheat by using his previous knowledge to
create innovative medicines while helping the people of the parallel
world, a story about living his new life to the fullest this time.
In the dimensional gap of endless deep space, where life once struggled to exist, no
living beings knew that place.

In that infinite expanse lies a graveyard, guarded by an unnamed grave keeper, dead
people sleep within the tombstone endlessly.

One day, the grave keeper chose one grave among the sleeping dead.

The grave keeper pulled out the memory core from the tombstone, established the
space-time that it should return to, and thre it out into space. It flew off into the
cosmos far, far away, and struck a boy on a certain planet, who had died of a lightning
strike in broad daylight.

The boy’s heart began to beat again. The grave keeper even sent the personal effects
of the dead person to rest beside the boy,

The core of the dead person assimilated with the core of the boy’s body who wasn’t
ready for death , and the union of consciousness began.

“Falma’s pulse, it had completely stopped. But now, I can feel it.”

He heard a young woman’s voice after his sense of hearing was connected. The voice
was trembling.

“So… was he revived…?!”

This time, it was the substantially rough voice of a man. The conversation between
these two people with unfamiliar voices became gradually clear.

His vision was still inaccessible.

A strong damp wind blew off the dust that was on his skin.
The distant thunder reverberated eerily.

What… happened to me?

◊◊◊

He was a young pharmacologist living in Japan in the year 20XX C.E.

He was an excellent researcher, who always stayed overnight at the University

Laboratory to do nothing but research. He had a clear headed and enthusiastic
personality, eagerly researched until success, and sent out new medicine for incurable
diseases one after another. His results were known throughout the world; people all
over the world have high expectations of his success.

He made a name for himself while still young and lived a fast life.

Time is not enough, he wanted to create a world where no one would suffer from
illness.

He wanted to heal more and more people.

A reckless type of young pharmacologist, burning with idealism.

He wanted to deliver the new medicines to the patient even just by a second earlier in
a day. With the medicine that he made, he wanted to eliminate all kinds of pestilence
and diseases on earth.

It was a struggle that he bet his life on.

However, halfway to achieving his dream, his struggle met a disappointing end.

Because he was immersed in his research day and night, his body reached its limit.

The cause of death was Acute Myocardial Infarction, a typical result of overworking.

Thus, before long he vaguely remembered his death.

This fresh life, in the noisy storm that had passed, had started when he fell clumsily
and lay down. It’s the spring of 1145 of True Era.

“Master Falma! Hold on! This is Lotte, please hold on!”

Again, he heard the unfamiliar voice of a girl. The girl was crying while shouting and
shaking him.

Who is Falma?

He wondered while struggling with an unfamiliar pain.

“Master Falma—–!”

This is completely a mistaken identity.

He was lifted by several people and was carried.

—- Falma de Medicis, A boy who is an apprentice to a Royal Court Apothecary.

This man, who was originally a pharmacologist in Japan in his previous existence, that
died from overworking, was living a fast life and didn’t work in moderation
The information came bit by bit.

The room was made of stone and the ceiling was low.

A red tapestry hung on the stone wall.

The window was small and dim even though it’s daytime.

There was a fireplace in the back of the room. In it, firewood was crackling as it
burned.

He laid on the bed covered in rustling bed sheet, it smelled like straw.

Where on Earth is this European style building that I was carried to? Was what he
thought is confusion.

“There, there”

“Where is this…?”

He asked the girl while feeling uncomfortable.

“Master Falma, you were hit by a lightning! Do you not remember?”

She moved in close to his face as she looked at him with great worry. She looked to
about 10 years old, with her angelic smile pointing towards me.

She wore a simple dress with a white apron over it. Her beautiful, glossy, pinkish gold
long hair drops down to her shoulders. A beautiful girl with blues eyes that drew you
in had a white headdress demurely placed on top of her head.

Is this cosplay? Was his impression as he also thought it lacked imagination.

He tried to get up quickly, but his muscles where weak and did not allow for it

“No, actually I can’t clearly remember… Who are you?”

When the girl heard that, her smile disappeared, replaced with a sad face.

“Did you mean that you have forgotten about me? It seems you were struck by an
unusual blue bolt of lightning.

“I’m sorry, it seems to be. I might have gotten amnesia”

She then cleared her throat, straightened her face, lifted a little bit the hem of her skirt,
and did a curtsy.

“Well then, I will introduce myself once again. I’m your servant, Charlotte. Please call
me Lotte as usual. Along with my mother who was summoned by Master, we have been
serving you in this mansion since you were a child. Ask us for anything Falma-san”

It seems the mother and child work together in this mansion as live-in employees.
Shouldn’t I bring this kid to the police because of child labor? Was what he thought.
Master Falma, he was called out the second time. Because he was called out many
times, he was finally aware.

“Falma? Me?”

What is that? A name for some kind of pharmaceutical company?

His mood became sensitive. He wondered if that’s just a nickname given by her.

“Yes, you are master Falma de Medicis”

de Medicis.

The Médici family are the ruler of medieval Florence, it’s a french sounding name i think,
was what he felt. Incidentally, Medici was an Italian family name. Generally they
shouldn’t mistook me for someone else who has a Japanese face, then it dawned on him.

“Would you show me a mirror?”

Perhaps it might not be a mistaken identity, as he felt uneasy about something.

“I’ll bring it now”

It was obvious that his body was differed from his former self, even without looking
at the mirror. The hands and arms he saw were too small. No matter how he looked at
it, they appeared to belong to a kid. Not to mention that the race wasn’t even the same,
in the first place…

“Whaa!”

When he looked into the small hand mirror, what he saw was a Caucasian boy with
blond hair, blue eyes, and a goofy face.

“This is impossible!”

When he said that, he told his body to rise up from the bed and it listened, he then
looked out of the window.

What filled his view was a foreign town resembling those of medieval Europe. And
extending outside the window were people who wore old-fashioned clothes, coming
and going. A lively marketplace. The sound of bells coming from the bell tower filled
the air.

He was flabbergasted, his mouth wide open.

Lotte lightly tapped him on the back as she became worried with him in a daze.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry, I’m feeling slightly unwell.”

Given that this is not a dream, was I reborn, then?

But he doesn’t believe in an unscientific phenomenon such as reincarnation, but now

that the affected person is himself, he might believe it.

I wonder how I died. Could it be… Could it be death from overworking?

Although it didn’t occur to him how he died, death from overworking was the first
thing that comes to his mind. His working hours were exploitative. It surpassed the
limits of flex time or unpaid overtime.

When he calmly calculated his working hours, he came up with over 20 hours a day.
Because of that, he had been living in a sleeping bag in a corner of the laboratory.
Although blaming the workplace is like barking at the wrong tree. He himself chose to
be exploited at work, hobby = work was the mindset of what was once a workaholic
person.

He died.

And he was reborn. I should consider this a blessing, if I can’t accept it, I can’t move on,
as he resigned himself to it. He thought so, but,

Impossible! This can’t be good!

Nevertheless, he never gave up the sliver of hope that this was just a dream.

I beg of you, make this a dream! I still haven’t put together a thesis on the data the I had
left behind!

Because of the condition of his previous life, he was rolling in regret.

Reality Check, was what he remembered. There is a way to check if the phenomenon
or event that occurs right there and then is in a dream or not. He held his breath. It
doesn’t hurt when you’re in a dream, and you can continue to live. But after one
minute, he coughed it out grandly.

“Fwaa! Gehoo, Gehoo”

He, who dangerously stopped breathing, saw the girl cutting in.

“What are you doing? Seems like you are having fun playing”

Lotte stared at him blankly, and showed him a carefree smile. This servant child had
an impression that was well acquainted with relatively tragic circumstances.

“No, I was not playing. Though it would seem so”

This world is real? Did the lightning strike restored the memories of my previous life?

As he unintentionally became perplexed, the girl’s hand held on to his arm. It was then
he noticed it, both of his arms were wrapped in bandages.

“What this?”

“Ah, master Falma! You shouldn’t move suddenly, doesn’t it hurt?”

He unwrapped the bandage, his arm was coated with a dark red ointment. He wiped
off the ointment with the bandage, the painful looking keloid ran from his shoulder to
his upper arm, burnt by the lightning’s electric current. Both arms.

Lotte covered her mouth with both hands, her pale blue eyes widening upon seeing
the scar. She made a sign of prayer towards the wound.

“Your scar from the lightning… Looks like the Crest of the Holy God of Medicine. I guess
the Medicine God protected you”

“The scar of the lightning strike, I think when the lightning crawled and burned my
skin, it made a Lichtenberg pattern”

“Yes?”

“Hmmmm, no.”

Since Lotte looked puzzled with a smile on her face, he paraphrased it as “The scar
made by the lightning”. However she believed that it was a holy symbol granted by the
Holy God of Medicine. She said it’s for a person to survive a lightning strike.

(Well, certainly it is so)

Because she had devout faith, his inelegant words were spoken ambiguously.

And so he learned that it’s safer to just conceal the scar that resembles the Medicine
God’s brand.

“Ah, that’s right, I brought some delicious sweets. Please have some! It will also calm
you”

Lotte placed beside him something like a wafer and an empty silver cup.
“Thanks for the food. How about you?”

“I couldn’t possibly! The master should not give such expensive things to their
servants, and should just leave them as they were.”

Even though she said that, Lotte looks like her drool will drip down any moment. Her
feelings seems to have been reflected on obedient face.

“You don’t have to decline, you need to fill up your stomach”

“Uuu, do you really mean in it, master Falma?! Really mean it?! Then, thanks for the
food! ”

Sweets are expensive in this world, so servants cannot easily taste them. That’s why
Lotte was really delighted when he said that.

“You want to eat one more?”

“Ah *ulp*, no way! Are you sure? Absolutely?”

“Yes, yes, absolutely”

Because she ate with great relish, he gave her more than half. Just looking at the
situation, it became an escape from reality and his mind was healed
“My cheeks seems to melt away… Ah, master Falma, I’m getting thirsty. Will you use a
Divine Art like before? Can I have the water you make? The water that master Falma
produces is very delicious”

Lotte pleaded to Falma while holding out a humble wooden cup towards him.

“What? Divine Art?! Water?”

His voice almost squeaked. He was reincarnated from a different person, there was no
way for him to gain the knowledge about this world other than to live in it. He thought
that he had to play along with her, but he doesn’t know what he doesn’t know.

“Master Falma is a master of the Divine Art of Water. No way? did you forget about the
Divine Art?”

Although that was supposed to be his specialty. Her face then momentarily turned
pale.

Seems like that being able to use Divine Arts was the proof of being a noble.

“So, what would happen to me if I can’t use it?”

“I do not want to even think about it, but…”

If he was not able to use Divine Arts any more, he wouldn’t be recognized as a noble.
His father would disinherit him, and he’d be chased out of the mansion as a commoner.

“I’ll keep it a secret! I know nothing! This is a favor for receiving the sweets! A, a great
amount of gratitude!”

Lotte waves both hands as she kept her eyes closed.

“If you bear that much gratitude. Will you leave me alone for a little bit? I will try to
remember the Divine Art”

Rather than saying that he wants to remember, he just wants to be left alone.

“That’s right. Please slowly recuperate”

To invoke the creation of water, she told him he must imagine the form of the water in
his mind, it will surge and pool from the hands. She left the room as saying she’d finish
the laundry and go shopping.
He would be exposed to the everyone if he couldn’t use Divine Arts. He’d be driven out
of the mansion, with no food and would probably die a miserable death.

In this world, something like that was possible.

If he’d ever be expelled from the mansion, he must set himself up with work before
going out in the cold. If all else fails, he had no choice but to go join the war, Falma got
depressed just thinking about it.

Therefore he decided to deal with recovering the Divine Arts.

“Water…!”

He concentrated his attention on both hands, which were above the wooden bowl and
imagined water in his mind.

Water.

He was a pharmacologist is Japan, he had deep understanding of water molecules.

He fully understood the elemental form, energy state diagram, and even the spin
states.

However, what could that knowledge be used for?

It’s no use huh?

He felt like a great deal of time had passed

Then his blood flow was getting warm and an unusual phenomenon was occuring on
his arm’s scar.

He realized the scar was emitting a strong bluish-white color, an intense neon light
shot out.

What is this luminescence?

Nervous and surprised, sweat was oozing out of both Falma’s hands.

But the amount was too big for it to be just sweat.

“Sweat… no it’s different. Water! It’s Water!?”

Water gushed out and didn’t stop. Rather than coming from his body, he felt like it’s
calling out a power of a different dimension. He doesn’t want to flood the room, so he
stuck his hands outside the window beside him in panic. At the same time he felt some
relief as water gushed out like a fountain.

“Stop, stop, STOOOP! Stop it! ”

Lotte didn’t told him how to stop it. When he imagined the water turning off
completely, the production of water had stopped.

“Fu…”

He took a big sigh.

“Master Falmaaaaaa!”

A soprano voice can be heard from outside. When he looked down out of the window,
he saw Lotte looking up and waving at him in an herb field.

“It’s water, does that mean you remembered it?!”

“Sorry, you got wet?”

“I got wet! It’s refreshing ~ I like it! ”

Because it rained, she was spared her daily work of watering the herbs. And so Lotte
laughed.

“What a relief…”

Thus, he recovered his Divine Art of Water.

“However… What kind of fundamental theory exists in this world?”

Falma pulled his face back from the window, perhaps the laws of physics are different
for this parallel world, was what he finally realized.

“Even with this ability, am I only able to do water?”

He quietly stared at the hands that didn’t seem to even belong to him. For some reason,
as long as he was able to visualize the molecular structure of water he would actually
be able to produce it.

“Could I make any other compounds if I could imagine the arrangement?”

He sent an image to the silver cup as he poured some power that he used not long ago
into it. The cup then received the compound and began to darken immediately.

It was proof that sulfide reacted with silver.

“… So it is possible, but this is bad. It darkened”

It will cause trouble for Lotte if the silverware was stained. Depending on the
circumstances, she could very well be accused of poisoning him.

(TL Note: Poison during the middle ages were able to stain silverware, thus most
aristocrats use silverware as a litmus test for poison in food)

“Disappear, disappear!” He said casually as he polished the silver with the hem of his
clothes.

The sulfide in the cup vanished and silver’s luster returned. It did not fade away when
he wiped it. It just vanished spontaneously.
“The substance actually disappeared Is it really possible to remove it?”

He repeated the process several more times to confirm his suspicion.

Instead of a hazardous substance, he decided to create sugar this time, and then licked
it. It was sweet.

Next he created table salt and licked it too. It was salty

He then made a lump of iron and licked it. It had a strong iron taste.

The pure gold ingot was soft and his teeth left marks in it when he bit it.

He kept testing the ability in myriad different ways, but the end result was the same.
He could create any substance he wanted by sending an image of how it was arranged
to his hands.

The skill was limited though, he couldn’t create a chemical compound that he wasn’t
able to clearly imagine or ones that were too complex.

Whatever he made with his left hand, could be erased by his right hand.

The left hand creates, and the right hand destroys.

He could even erase something that he didn’t bring into being himself as long as he
understood its chemical composition.

“This is great!”

Although he didn’t understand the principle behind it, he seemed sure that he had the
ability to create and erase materials.

“I’m like an alchemist. It’s an ability that I would like to take back to Japan”

His researched would have surely progressed if he could have used this ability when
he was still in Japan.

This research, and that research. Yes, even The Research. Wait a minute, what research
was it?
He couldn’t help but think like that, Falma was a workaholic whose mind was still
fixated on what he had wanted to accomplish in his previous life.

“I can’t go home”

I should give up on it.

Regardless of how much lingering affection he had, it wasn’t possible to return to

Earth.

“I should forget my previous life entirely, and start anew.”

Falma finally made up his mind.

◊◊◊

“I am happy! I feel really relieved”

Lotte hurriedly returned to Falma’s room and changed the bed sheets. It seems like
her work involves taking care of Falma’s daily necessities.

Even though it was an upper-class home, the beds of this world were very simple. They
were simple hay filled boxes, covered by a bed sheet. Lotte was surprised when Falma
started helping her in laying out the bed.

“Please do not help, as this is my work.”

“Is that so? I’m sorry.”

However, she still said her thanks, as she was someone that never forgot to show her
appreciation.

That is good master Falma, you’ve recovered your Divine Art. It seems you will be able
to recover your lost memory a little bit at a time as well!”

Falma was comforted by the tune Lotte hummed as she was putting away his laundry.
She had a beautiful voice.

“I was foolish to think for even a moment that Falma-sama could not use his Divine
Art anymore.”
“Remind me , what is our family business, again?”

Lotte stopped working, as she proudly stood up and said,.

“The de Medicis family is a family of Royal Court Apothecaries”

Family of Apothecaries.

Falma figured he could use his ability to create compounds using his prior knowledge
in pharmacology and science, despite the laws of physics being a bit different from
those in his old world.

(Good, I can still use my job.)

He was relieved for the time being.

After that, Falma was able to get a good grasp of the situation with help from his
servant Lotte, she had received an explanation about this world from Lotte,

(This place resembles France)

Falma entertained such impressions.

The language, culture, and clothes closely resembled that of medieval France.

Charlotte, also known as Lotte, was the daughter of Catherine, the senior maid. They
were commoners.

Her mother was in charge of taking care of Falma, while Lotte accompanied her
mother when going in and out of Falma’s room. She had been working in this house
since she was 5 years old. She was now 9 years old. A servant’s career was very long,
since they started at a very young age. They used honorifics, and each of their
movements felt graceful. However,

“Just between you and me, aren’t you just doing forced labor? Are you being beaten
and abused in the premises that I don’t know about? Are you able to eat your meals?”

Lotte pouted when Falma asked that question.

“What are you talking about? We’ve been given a good life by his Lordship”

“Don’t you want to become free? Don’t you want to go to school?”

“You are so kind, you know. However, I am being taught to read and write in this
mansion, and I have days off too. I am satisfied with this.”

Falma imagined that the servants were treated like slaves, but they were treated very
well as employees. Both mother and child consented to this. Food, clothing, and
shelter were guaranteed. Furthermore, they had salaries too. They said it was not hard
labor and that it wasn’t painful to work in the mansion. Since they were not slaves, he
was told that they could leave the mansion whenever they pleased.

“Then it’s fine”

“Yes! Please take good care of us from now on! It would be troublesome if you were
expelled from the mansion!”

The servants understood that the Steward was the chief of about 100 personnel
deployed in and out of the residence. The mansion was made entirely of stone and
featured a U shape; the style closely resembled that of the transition period of the
Baroque(insert note here). The mansion was old, as you could feel the history of it.

“By the way, will you tell me about the mansion?”

“With pleasure!”

Falma asked Lotte about the structure of the mansion. The building had 3 floors, a
basement where the stockroom for the medicine was located, and an attic. It boasted
the land area of a small castle.

The first floor had the entrance hall, reception room, and the main hall.

The second floor was where the parent and children rooms were.

That is to say, Falma’s room was on the 2nd floor facing the courtyard.

All the servants lived in the attic.

Lotte said that the mansion was too big, as she had not been though all of the rooms
yet.

“It certainly is a prestigious family…”

“Yes, it is a proud residence! It has been more than 200 years since it was built”

Lotte responded with a cheerfulness that showed her innocence.

“Can I ask you a question about me?”

“What it is you want to know?”

“My name. Falma (Pharmaceuticals) de Medicis (Pharmacist)… don’t you think it’s a
bad name?”

Pharmaceuticals is not that appealing! Falma was ashamed.

“Fufu. Your honorable elder brother is called Master Pilule you know? His Lordship
has high expectations for Master Pilule’s and Master Falma’s future!”

Pilule seemed to mean “pill”.

There was a more unfortunate person than me.

Falma was somewhat attracted to his Father’s strong attitude towards pharmacology.

“His Lordship will return to the mansion tonight, Master Falma will join for dinner,
then… Ah”

“What is it?”

Falma braced himself as Lotte seemed to be in a panic.

“C-cocou-,could it be that you completely forgot your pharmaceutical knowledge?”

“I think I forgot it, but”

“This is bad! This is a serious emergency!”

As Lotte said it, Falma sensed an impending crisis. He took one of the books lined up
on the bookshelf in the room and quickly skimmed it. All the books in this world were
made by manually copying each one, so the medical journals and the pharmaceutical
books are very expensive. Nevertheless, it was obvious that the family was really rich,
as you could see thick books lined up on the bookshelf in Falma’s room for his personal
use.

“You have to be careful, Master Falma, as His Lordship will usually question you
regarding pharmacology without warning”

The original Falma had been given a special education since childhood. Lotte testified
that he was able to memorize all of the pharmaceuticals and compounding methods
written on the book.

This was a serious matter; he coudn’t memorize all of it as soon as possible, even with
the knowledge and skills he had. Even though Falma was in a hurry…… it wasn’t
necessary

“I think I have seen this before. I remember this!”

The accumulated knowledge from the original Falma merged with him.He was able to
read the medical journal and pharmaceutical book, and could vaguely remember the
contents of it.

“As for this”

“Is it difficult? It is difficult for me!”

Lotte seemed terrified, as he just shrugged his shoulder. The girl has difficulties
reading the words packed together in the book. And she was slightly captivated by
Falma, who was reading a troublesome book with a serious face.

Falma would have certainly told her not to make a fuss.

This is terrible.
To put it bluntly, what was written on the various books that he picked up were
horrifying. Wrong treatment methods and the medicine recipes were full of poisons.
It was no longer a medical treatment, if you prayed to the gods, controlled illnesses
through astrology, deciphered numerology, and so on. It was substantially in the
wrong direction.It was completely made of charms and spells.

They just overlooked those kinds of medical practice.

In this world, “Illnesses are trials given by the gods” was the basic idea. Medical
pharmacology and religion were closely related with Astrology. They depended on
prayers and confusingly chasing the movements of the stars.

The medical science and pharmaceutical knowledge of this world were miserable.

This is the dark age of medical treatment of this world.

Falma was irritated when he thought that a healthy person could almost die from such
a medical treatment.

“Falma-sama, are your eyes tired? Please rest for a little bit～”

“After I read some more”

Lotte quietly watched without disturbing Falma, who was immersed in the book for
so many hours while moving about gallantly.

“Falma-sama is surely hardworking. And his figure is dreamy”

And she looked toward him in admiration.

Falma closed the book when the room became dim.

He stretched his neck left and right and murmured quietly.

“I have to do something for the sake of the people of this world”

Perhaps he was reincarnated with his previous life’s knowledge just for that.

Such a thought crossed his mind.

Fanfare resounded in the mansion.

“Is something starting?”

“It is time to eat, Falma-sama”

Lotte called out to him in a hurry.

“I’m getting hungry. Will you come and eat, Lotte?”

Anyone would get hungry not matter what they did.

“After the Master is done, it’s time for the servants to eat”

“I got it!”

It’s Lotte’s growth period so she needed to eat dinner early. So, he hurried on.

Falma checked the faces of the family members who had gathered on the dining room
for the first time.

“You’re up. I sent you to bed since you were sleeping.”

“Yes, I’m sorry to have caused you worry.”

The first one to greet Falma, was a man with a blond beard and blue eyes. The person
was tall and lean with a sharp glint in his eyes. It was the master of the mansion and
the father of Falma, Bruno de Medicis, 37 years old.

He was a Royal Court pharmacist who did medical examination and prescribed
medicine to generations of royalty and nobles. He also served s as the president of San
Flueve Royal School of Pharmaceutics in the Royal Capital. He was a user of Divine Art
of Water.
An excellent aristocrat with special skill in this world, the title of “Archduke” was
bestowed unto him. The ranks were Archduke, Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, and
Baron.

In other words, those with the rank of Archduke were grand nobles.

“It’s good that you have recovered”

A lady with silver hair, blue eyes, and a neat demeanor, called out to him. It was his
mother, Beatrice, 34 years old. She came from a prestigious family of users of Divine
Art of Wind.

“Elder brother”

A young girl who had blue eyes, curly blonde hair that reached her waist, and was full
of charm called out to Falma. It was his younger sister Blanche, 4 years old. Although
young, she was a master of Divine Art of Water, just like her father.

She had a pretty face for her tender age. Falma was convinced that she would
definitely become beautiful in the future.

By the way, his elder brother who was away at the moment was Pilule, 16 years old.
He was an elder brother whom Falma sympathized in regards to their names, an elite
student in the most advanced pharmaceutical university which was located in the far
foreign land, the Nova Root Pharmaceutical University. Since the rule was for all
students to live in the dormitory, he only came home twice a year.

Having met the family, he sat at the big table of the large dining room.

His father prepared a porcelain basin for hand washing on top of the table, and poured
clear water out using Divine Art of Water.

His younger sister ,Blanche, poured water on his basin, and also filled his mother’s
basin. Even though his mother was a noble, the elemental attribute was different so
it’s the daughter’s job to produce water.

Falma kept calm as the water in the basin in front of him was poured. He then washed
his hands.
Bread, knife and spoon were placed on top of the tablecloth. Blanche said the prayers
to the gods, the family recited it, and the meal started.

Ah, the meal is unexpectedly delicious

It started with chicken cordon bleu with plenty of spices, then wild rabbit stew was
served. Falma obeyed what Lotte said about table manners, and tried to eat slowly.
Because he regretted the time where he was only eating something like CalorieMate,
his poor tongue very much served its purpose in this parallel world.

I had worked too much and hadn’t eaten a decent meal

He savored the taste of the parallel world while chewing each mouthful with relish.

“So Falma. Is there still numbness in your body? Being struck by lightning…”

The dinner had just started, and Falma’s mother was immediately anxious about him.

Incidentally, the mother was the only one who was fond of wine in the family. The
father was drinking water as he prepared for house calls from patients. The water he
had made himself was very pure. He squeezed a lemon and the fragrance diffused
through the air.

“My memory is just a little bit hazy. But I’ll be able to remember it soon, so you don’t
have to worry, dear mother”

Falma answered calmly. You should use honorifics to your parents, you should call them
Dear Father and Dear Mother, was what Lotte told him. As it should be for a 2nd son
of a grand noble.

“However, you survived by a hair’s breadth. Your heart pulse stopped completely; it
seems that the potion I gave you after you were struck by the lightning worked”

The father interjected with satisfaction. It seemed to have increased his confidence in
his skills as a pharmacist. Falma had had a cardiac arrest and stopped breathing, so
the father had administered the potion orally. Falma almost choked his food; it was a
good thing that good he hadn’t choked
Well, perhaps the potion was very effective

He thought about it, but he had seen the formulation written in the book so there’s no
reason to doubt it.

Since the original Falma was a quiet and calm person, it was necessary to behave the
same, so as not to expose the real him.

He began to think about what had happened to the original Falma. Because they had
said that he had died once due to the lightning, perhaps the original memory would
disappear. He felt like running away when he thought about it. He had taken over that
body, and felt guilty about doing so.

But the original Falma had died already, and his ego had disappeared.

He held a memorial service in his mind, and decided to live up for the original Falma’s
sake.

The pharmacologist and the original Falma had merged into one mind.

“However, if your memory is vague, I will be worried. I will take care of you so you
don’t have to stress yourself. If there is something troubling you, just say it. If there is
anything you want to eat, I’ll have them make it for you”

Compared to the domineering father, the compassionate mother was more pleasant.

“Yes, thank you dear mother. I’m happy that you said it”

After his mother exchanged a word or two with Falma, she didn’t feel some strange
feeling that Falma’s personality had changed. Falma thought about it too. Anyhow,
having heard from Lotte the usual attitude and tone of the original Falma proved to be
fortunate.

“You should rest in bed for a few days. Will you be able to join in the next house call?”

After the father was done eating, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and recalled that
he needed to remind Falma of that. Falma forced a smile, but he didn’t know what the
father was referring to. The father then guessed that Falma’s memory was still vague,
so he added.
“It’s her Majesty’s house call”

“I remember now. I will go with you”

An apprentice pharmacist must train by seeing the work of the mentor who was part
of the job of the Royal Pharmacist. Even though the original Falma was only 10 years
old, he usually helped his father during medical examinations.

House call for the royalty and nobles were usually important, but this time, it’s the
highest status from among his father’s patients. This was no ordinary person.

When he said her Majesty, he meant the empire of San Flueve, her Majesty Elizabeth
II.

This is a big job

Falma cowered at the thought of what kinds of medicine would be prescribed to the
empress. He prayed that he wouldn’t be hanged if the treatment failed.

“By the way, about the ointment that was used recently on both of your burnt arms,
what were the ingredients and compounding methods of Geolade?”

It appeared. That was the surprise pharmacology question that Lotte was talking
about!

“The main ingredient of the herbs are; Tin Pyrite from Lahara region, oil concoction
from Katesso, eye of a lizard, and powdered wing of the Full-moon Night Bat. The
method is to boil it in holy water for 1 night while offering a prayer to purify it, dry it
the next day under the sun for 3 days, then ground it to fine dry powder.”

Having no time to think, the information from the book he had read earlier smoothly
came out from Falma’s mouth. He imitated the way the original Falma recited from
memory.

Although he instinctively blurted out the compounding method, he felt ashamed as a

pharmacologist with a doctorate degree from modern Japan.

However, it couldn’t be helped; he had to do it this way.

It would be troubling if he got kicked out of the mansion.

“You remembered. You are truly my son”

His father nodded in great satisfaction without knowing the real circumstances. By
the way, because the suspicious ointment would develop a rash or inflammation if
contact with the skin was prolonged, a shorter duration was the correct solution. In
that respect, he quickly wiped off the medical herb, and washed the arm in clean water.
The satisfied father didn’t knew he had done so.

“All right. Since there are no particular problems in your physical condition, can you
resume going back to Eleonore’s lecture tomorrow?”

It’s a person I don’t know

He later got the information from Lotte,

Eleonore Bonnefoy.

The top pharmacist disciple of his father, and the tutor of Falma.

◊◊◊

“You’re suspicious. You’re absolutely suspicious. It’s like you’re a different person”

The woman in front of Falma drew shapes with her fingers on the table as she
murmured those words.

Falma winced at the voice of the young lady sitting across him.

She was Falma’s private tutor, and the top disciple of his father, a pharmacist with top
class beauty, Eleonore Bonnefoy, 16 years old. Her lustrous silver hair parted onto
both sides, giving her a cool impression. She wore a tight, long matte textured, light
sky-blue dress skirt, with a daring slit that emphasized her every move. Her shoulder
was completely bare. He was too embarrassed to look at her ample bust ]when her
hands were crossed under it.

That dress is too liberal. She has glasses even!

If this world was equivalent to medieval Europe, Falma had assumed that the clothing
culture would be more appropriate for that era, but it did not seem necessarily so.
Indeed, the de Medicis family wore medieval conservative clothing. If anything, her
attire was casual for a fantasy world; it was indeed a parallel world. And Falma was
admiring her.

“Is that so? You’re just imagining it!”

“You’re too formal. Using honorifics”

Falma regretted that he hadn’t learned the conversation pattern with Ellen. Because
it was a student-teacher relationship, he had assumed he needed to use honorifics.

How to speak to her. Should I act like being too friendly with a teacher character?
The meeting place with Eleonore was on a riverbank that flowed along the premises
of the mansion. Located in the center of a garden was a western style gazebo made of
white stone. The sunlight was blocked by the domed roof, and the wind blowing over
the garden was comfortable and pleasant.

Two people sat across each other on benches separated by the round table in the
gazebo. It was a spaceconducive for outdoor learning.

The place was a herbal garden owned by his father. Falma was worried that the herbal
garden in the riverbank might be swept by a flood, but because the de Medicis family
was full of Divine Art of Water users, his father uses the art to prevent the river from
overflowing to the herbal garden. Thieves targeted that place because expensive
medicinal plants were grown there. Of course, to prevent the property of de Medicis
family from being stolen, nighttime security systems of the herbal garden were
flawless. It was such a herbal garden. Falma was looking around the herbal garden
while waiting a while ago, and he had seen a familiar herb from his original world. He
found out later that it was a plant used in traditional Chinese medicine. There were
also unknown herbs unique to this parallel world.

“This is how I speak normally, Miss Eleonore”

Was it OK to Eleonore to be called that way? Or was it supposed to be Miss Bonnefoy?

As he was trying to think of a better way to converse, he was interrupted immediately.

“It’s Ellen you know. Still, why do you seem so different?”

“Fine, I’ll confess. My memory is somewhat hazy because I was struck by lightning”

“You should have told me earlier”

Ellen pouted while sulking after all.

“Certainly, being struck by lightning can change your personality but… perhaps you
will recover soon. You must appreciate that your life was saved”

Ellen stood up, looked at him over her shoulder, and showed a pleasant smile. That
translucent smile was dazzling. She went out of the gazebo towards the river. Falma
followed afterwards.

“Today’s lecture is not a pharmaceutical lecture, it’s to check your Divine Skills”
Ellen asked Falma if he remembered all the Divine Skills (Divine Art Techniques).

Ellen had taught the original Falma many Divine Arts.

He seemed to be an excellent student with good intuition.

“I wonder if it’s possible to make water and pour it on the cup”

When Falma said so jokingly, Ellen held her brow.

“It is a fact that I don’t remember everything”

With writing tools in Falma’s hands, he listened attentively to Ellen’s lecture.

Falma was eagerly listening and taking down notes from the lecture of Eleonore, also
known as Ellen.

All nobles of this world had an aptitude for Divine Arts and had a guardian deity.

The guardian deity and the Divine Art attribute were already decided at birth. The
guardian deity was appraised during the baptism ceremony at the church. After the
baptismal ceremony had finished, the guardian deity had been determined, and the
blessings had been received, the Divine Vein would open up inside the body and the
Divine Arts could then be used. The amount of divine power was decided at birth, and
one couldn’t increase the amount of divine power by training.

The Divine Art attributes were; Fire, Water, Wind, Earth and Non-Elemental.

The attributes were further divided into Positive and Negative.

On the off chance that a guardian deity couldn’t be determined, the child’s Divine Vein
wouldn’t open up. The child would the be disowned, and have their rank of being a
noble stripped from them.

Therefore the Aristocratic System was centered around the Divine Arts.

Even if one is a noble, it is still quite severe.

Falma focused his mind.

His father, Bruno, his brother, Pilule, and Falma’s guardian deity were the Deities of
Medicine. Their Divine Art attribute was Water (Major). And Ellen taught him.

There were over 100 guardian deities in this world.

It started with the common Sun God, the Moon God, Mother Earth, Wind God, and Sea
God. Also there were occupational deities like Deity of Healing, Deity of Medicine,
Deity of Blacksmithing, and so on.

There were not many in the continent that had the Deity of Medicine, which allowed
apothecaries to use excellent Divine Arts as their guardian deity.

It was for that reason that his father, Bruno, was appointed as Archduke.

By the way, Ellen’s guardian deity was the Water God.

So, the guardian deity has something to do with the Divine Art attribute. This is indeed
a world of the occult.

He was a pharmacologist who lived in present day Japan. Gods, ghosts, devils, magics,
and Divine Arts were unscientific. He didn’t like such things, so he hadn’t ever learned
them.

“Are we good up to here?”

Ellen asked for confirmation. Falma nodded while looking at the notes he had written
down.

“Thank you, I understood it well. By the way, what is non-elemental?”

“It’s an attribute that cannot be categorized within the 4 attributes. There have been
non-elemental in the past, but the church hasn’t heard of any appearing in the last 300
years”

Ellen just gave a wry smile when discussing or rebuking the church.

Which attribute am I? If it’s not the water attribute, will it match the Deity of Medicine?
If I was reincarnated and woke up as a different character, would the attribute not
change?

Falma was in great doubt. Because he could create water, he’d just pretend that his
attribute was Water [Positive], but…

“What if one can create any substance just by thinking it, what attribute is it?”
“Because it doesn’t fit the definition of the 4 attributes, it would be non-elemental, but
there is no such thing as to create any substance. You are only able to create one
substance. To create anything you like would not be considered a Divine Art; rather,
you would be something like a god or a monster”

If that’s the case, what is this ability then.

Falma was getting troubled over this, but he decided to not care about the discussion
on attributes for now.

“So why do I have to learn Divine Art?”

“There are two reasons for you. First, for self defense”

Nobles didn’t carry swords, they carried Divine Wands, which amplified their Divine
Arts, as replacement for swords. It was said that having a sword was a disgrace.

“This is a sword for us”

She took a folding wand from her belt on her waist; it looked good.

In war, common soldiers were useless. Strategies and Tactics boiled down to firing off
Divine Arts at each other. It was said that an excellent tactician could change the
topography and submerge a castle.

“Falma! What is the next most important thing to a noble?”

“Ah!”

He had brought a notebook and a textbook with him, but he had forgotten the
important wand. He recalled that there was a box with luxurious ornaments beside
his pillow, wherein seemingly, a silver wand was placed. With that, Falma came to
understand.

“A Royal Court Apothecary does not have to master Divine Arts and Military Arts like
the Holy Knights, but you must not leave your wand”

It is said that nobles were targeted by the assassins not just once or twice. In addition,
thieves and thugs always aimed for them in the streets.
“Another reason to learn Divine Art is because medicines made with Divine Arts have
magnificent effects. It’s a required skill for Royal Court Apothecaries”

There were three classes of apothecaries in this continent; all were under control by
the empress.

Royal Court Apothecary: Prestigious Aristocratic Apothecary. They mad and

prescribed medicines for the nobles and the royalty. There were 3 on record.

First Class/Second Class Apothecary: Aristocratic Apothecary. They made and

prescribed medicines to the nobles only. There were 21 on record.

Third Class Apothecary: Apothecary of the Commoner, belonging to the Apothecaries

Guild. It’s the Apothecaries Guild that issued this license. They made and prescribed
for the commoners only. There were 246 on record.

The 3 people including his father weren’t recognized by a license, but by the imperial
decree of the Empress as Royal Court Apothecary that they held.

The Royal Court Apothecary, First Class, and Second Class Apothecary didn’t sell
medicines, but devoted themselves to healing only. Because Aristocratic Apothecary
made medicine with Divine Art, the medicine that the Commoner Apothecaries sold
was completely different. Ellen puffs her chest with pride.

“I see…”

Falma thought about something accordingly.

The medicinal herbs of this world, when the noble… or should I say, when the Divine Arts
is used to process it, does it becomes more effective?

At any rate, there was Divine Art in this world.

Perhaps he could not completely deny the old fashioned herbal therapy. Although
there were some inaccuracies in the formula on the pharmaceutical book found in the
bookshelf of the mansion, there were also traditional Chinese medicines that were
effective, and a list of active ingredients from several medicinal herbs… So Falma
revised his thinking.

Falma had the ability to create substance, but he couldn’t imagine with his mind the
composition of a medicine where the structure was complex. That’s the weakness in
his ability. In that case, he had to perform compounding in a laboratory; perhaps
extracting from plants would be more efficient.

There were medicinal herbs and trees planted in the garden. For example the pacific
yew tree, where you can get minuscule amounts of Paclitaxel, an ingredient in anti-
cancer drugs. And there are sort of Poppies where you can get opium. He can extract
cardiotonic drug from Foxgloves , and so on and so forth. He hadn’t given up yet. Ellen
called this herbal garden a Treasured Garden.

(TL Note: Cardiotonic drugs are medical preparations that increase myocardium
contractility regardless of changes in cardiac pre-, and afterload.)

“Well then, since I will lend you my wand, please face toward the river and try firing
off a Lance de l’eau downstream, like this!”

“Lance d’eau”

When Ellen assembled the folding wand, it was almost as tall as her. She grasped it
tightly, chanted the words quickly, then waved and thrusted it intensely towards the
sky.

The wand emitted a stream, and the calm surface of the big river shot straight up for
several hundred meters. Eventually it drew an arc and gently fell into the river before
disappearing.

“Wow! It really looked like a spear”

Falma shouted with joy.

“Now you do it”

Because it was a high ranking Divine Art, her staff would be difficult to use. Depending
on the situation, she planned to say nothing about it. While thinking so, she lent the
wand to Falma.
By the way, to activate the Divine Art technique, he guessed that one had to recite the
[Trigger Chant].

“Should I wave it with all my might?”

“You should do so with all your might. Wait, make sure there are no boats”

Ellen verified from afar that there weren’t any fishing boats in the river right now, as
that would be a violation.

“You’re good to go, give it all you got. The chant is [Lance de l’eau]”

Falma closed his eyes and focused on the wand. He sent an image of a water shooting
out from it, but carelessly left out chanting the Trigger Chant.

Then, the wand was waved in position to the sky, and a pale fluorescence rose up from
Falma’s whole body. The river couldn’t hold the large amount of water and quickly
swelled, the swirling current approaching the height of the embankment.

Cloud formed over the sky and a storm started to rage.

“Kyaaaaa–?!”

She looked with interest as Falma’s Divine technique caused some wind pressure and
a shock wave, which blew Ellen into the riverbank. The power of the water current
was too big, and they were not simple ones either. At this rate, if the dike was
destroyed, the town downstream would be flooded; that was the current situation.

“Woah!?”

When Falma threw away the wand, the water finally calmed down.

“Falma, what… have you done?”

Ellen was unsteadily standing up with her glasses slipping of slantingly.

“Sorry, I can’t adjust the power. You’re not hurt right?”

Falma didn’t knew the typical power of a Divine technique in this parallel world. It was
pointed out that his control was weak.

When I’m doing personal training, I must not do it near the sea. It would be dangerous
if I hit a coastal house or a bridge.

And so he seriously considered.

“Falma, something’s wrong with you… you didn’t say the Trigger Chant”

“Eh?”

Presently, it seemed that he had overdone himself because he sensed that Ellen’s
reaction had frozen. He got blindsided by that bad comment, so Falma thought of a
way to smooth this over.

“Ellen’s wand is wonderful!! It’s a wand that can used high ranking Divine Arts, I was
surprised”

He tried extremely hard to make excuses while showing a fake smile.

Falma somehow tried to deceive her but,

“The wand doesn’t have to do anything with this! You, what has become of your Divine
Power? I mean, is your body OK?”

Ellen got a bag and retrieved an instrument that looked like a stick made of metal. It
looked like a thermometer, and it simply indicated the divine power. Holding it would
show a color corresponding to an ability and the amount of divine power.

A person’s usable Divine Power was limited, so when training, one had to watch out
for their Divine Power level. Falma used a grand Divine Art. If he used up all of his
power, he could collapse. So Ellen was concerned about it. She was so concerned that
she became teary eyed.

“Although you got lucky… please put out both of your hands, Master Falma! You may
have used your life’s worth of divine power! That was excessive!”

“This is?”

“Please listen to me, I’ll explain later. Just hold this!”

When Falma grasped it with both hands, it began to emit a soft white light. An intense
force started to rise up at the hollow core gauge that made it look like a mercury
thermometer. He shook it off in an instant.

“Colorless, and broke through the limit…!”

Ellen stepped back in amazement. Her glasses fell to the ground, and she ended up
stepping up on them. The expensive lenses were sadly smashed, but Ellen didn’t care
about that.

“Umm, your glasses are broken”

“It’s just not possible”

Falma picked up the frame of the glasses that was missing its lens.

“In what way you could break the limit?”

Ellen was confused at Falma, who was oblivious to the implications.

“I would like to hear about this… by the way, there’s nobody who had a Divine Art that
can exceed the Divine Power meter”

Ellen rolled up Falma’s sleeve, and stared intently at the marks left by the lightning
strike. Even though Falma had covered it by the tunic’s long sleeves, it was found
because it emitted a light that clearly broke through the clothes. It seemed that Ellen
was becoming more worried as she stared at it for longer.

“This mark, no matter how you look at it, looks like the holy crest of the medicine god”

“That’s what Lotte also said, but you’re just imagining it. Anyone would have this if
they got hit by a lightning”

Falma knew about the holy crest of the medicine god from when he had checked the
book. It certainly resembled closely, but for Falma, it differed from his own opinion of
“The scar shaped like a Lichtenberg figure because of the lightning”

“When you used Divine Art, did you feel hot inside your body? Did you have shortness
of breath or some kind of palpitation?”

“There were no such feelings; there was only a sense of the power flowing in from
another world. It’s probably why I don’t get tired”

“As I thought so… An art from another world. Usually, using too much divine power
would cause you to collapse and sometimes die, yet you still have divine power that
still exceeds the divine power meter”

Ellen looked sexy as she folded her arms and wondered what kind of power it was.

“Falma, You must never hold a divine power meter in public from now on. You must
not show it to your father either. Also, you must not use Divine Art at full power”

She was brooding. Because her glasses were broken, she was so close to the book as
she checked it that she could’ve licked it. She confirmed the definition of the attributes
and expressed her thoughts for now.
“Seems like you fall under the Major and Minor Non-Elemental attribute”

She seemed to understand easily the attribute by the color emitted by the divine
power meter.

Because it was white, that meant it was Non-Elemental.

“Is Non-Elemental rare?”

He had just heard earlier that no one had been a Non-Elemental user for hundred of
years.

“Rare is an understatement. It is an unknown ability that is said to have much more

divine power that the Empress. Are you perhaps interested in getting the throne? It
will become that kind of story”

“But isn’t the House de Medicis a family of Apothecaries?”

Talking about becoming an emperor suddenly, Falma stood petrified while holding the
glasses.

“It does not matter”

There was a throne succession system for the emperor of San Fleuve Empire.

Family status and guardian deity were taken into consideration for the strength of the
divine power. A legitimate child of a noble who greatly excelled in abilities would be
selected by the church committee. In Falma’s case, he already surpassed the divine
power of the Empress, and the de Medicis family’s status was enough already. He had
all the qualifications to become an emperor. However, it would be inconvenient for the
reigning Empress. In fact, he was told he might even get assassinated by the Empress.

“So, are you interested?”

“Not at all. First of all, I’m not good at politics. It would be terrible if they left the
politics to me”

As he was naturally a man of science, he was certainty not into liberal arts. It was a
fact that he couldn’t do what was unfamiliar to him.
“Then it’s better to be silent about it, right? Let’s stop the lesson for today here,
although we didn’t get into the second half of the lesson”

Ellen seemed to be relieved that she now knew Falma didn’t have any ambition.

“Thank you then. About this one. These glasses, don’t forget it to bring them home,
because they can still be used if the lenses are replaced”

However, Ellen didn’t move from her spot.

“Are you not going home?”

“If I don’t have my glasses, I can’t see anything. Although there is a spare pair of glasses
in the mansion”

“Shall I walk you to the mansion?”

Falma lead Ellen by hand and they crossed the bridge to return to the mansion from
the herb garden. He didn’t know how far Ellen could see with her vision; she seemed
to be unable to see at all.

“There is a step here, be careful”

Falma pulled the hand of the woman who was taller than him, and escorted her across
the bridge from the riverbank of the herbal garden to the mansion. Ellen’s delicate
hand was cold. She ddidn’t seem to be sensitive to cold.

“Your hand is trembling, are you OK?”

“Ye- yes?”

The silence continued for a while and the atmosphere of awkwardness set in.

“Hey Falma, don’t you think you were given power during the lightning strike?”

Falma braced himself. Ellen told him that yesterday was the strongest influence of the
Medicine Deity due to the configuration of the stars.

“That Divine Art a while ago, no human is expected to do that”

Falma was clearly informed and as anxiety set in, he stopped walking.

“Perhaps your guardian deity, the Medicine Deity, possessed you. If I’m not mistaken,
your heart beat was stopped by the lightning and your personality changed also”

So it’s like that huh?

Falma understood that it was fear she felt towards him. A man with too much power
was not treated as a human anymore, it was fear of the divine possession.

“I would like to believe that you are still the master Falma that I knew before, however,
you are completely different”

For her to think that way, or rather she would have been instantly killed at point blank
range by him if error was made on the adjustment of the Divine Art, thinking about
that her hand trembled uncontrollably.

“Your power, can you control it completely? You won’t on a rampage?”

“I don’t fully understood it, but I’m sure I can control it”

Even though he was given power, Falma didn’t think he would abuse it.

I’ll be proficient at curing injured persons

He didn’t believe in something like a soul, even when he got reincarnated and his
personality was the same.

“That’s right, when you drop your glasses, you should do it this way”

When Falma thought about it, he released Ellen’s hand. He made a sign of circle with
his forefinger and thumb on both hands, and placed them on his eyes like glasses. The
mood unraveled at that moment and Ellen spontaneously rolled about in laughter.

“Pfft, that was funny”

“This hole is getting smaller. I think I was deceived”

Ellen couldn’t help it but follow his lead. She made the shape of glasses and placed it
in front of her face.

“It’s getting smaller furthermore, it’s now a pinhole”

“Eh? Eh, eh? Wait, eh, eeeehh!?”

When she said so while doing it, Ellen screamed.

She smiled delightfully.

“I can see! I can see far away! How do you know such a thing!?”

On the contrary, Falma didn’t know how and just shrugged his shoulders.

“If the field of vision is narrow, I can see very well!”

Two people spoke to each other while imitating a pair of glasses.

“Oh?”

What’s this?

Falma was surprised by another thing while looking at Ellen that got him curious.
When looking at Ellen over the rings, her eyes and left hand’s fingertips were glowing
a bluish white color.

“Is something on my face?”

Ellen stroked around her cheek with her finger.

He took her hand unconsciously.

“Ah!”

“What?”

When Falma saw Ellen through his circle of finger, the second joint of her left hand’s
middle finger seemed to glow a bluish white color. When he put away the circle of
finger, it went away. He can only see it with the circle of finger on his left hand. Falma
touched the part of Ellen’s finger where it was glowing.
“Ouch, ouch! What are you doing!?”

Ellen screamed and became teary eyed.

“Eh? But I didn’t put too much force on it”

“There, my finger got hit this morning and it’s painful.”

How did you realized I sprained my finger? I didn’t even bandage it!”

“Sprained?”

As soon as Falma said so, the pale bluish white color turned completely white. After
trying a variety of things, he got results. If he made the sign of a circle on his left hand
and channeled divine power on it, the patient’s affected part glowed bluish white, and
the color changed if he guessed correctly the name of the disease or what’s wrong
with it.

“This is surprising”

“It’s like the Divine Eye of the Medicine God. Master Falma, it is as I thought, ah!”

The Medicine Deity had a legend that it could detect all kinds of illness, and would
bestow any kind of medicine depending on the symptom. Ellen pointed in horror at
Falma’s feet, as she opened and closed her mouth wordlessly.

“You don’t, don’t… have a shadow!”

Under Falma’s foot in front of her, there was no shadow.

“Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaa———!?”

As expected, Falma screamed at this.

“I won’t, I won’t say anything. I won’t tell anybody that you are the reincarnation of
the Medicine Deity, I won’t say you are something like a monster, therefore… Help
meeeeeeee!”

Ellen seemed to finally felt that she was in great danger, and she ran away quickly
while occasionally tripping.
She seemed so frightened that she threw away the frame of her glasses again.

“What should I do?”

Falma was honestly at a loss. It wouldn’t be noticeable in the mansion where there
were many shadows and it’s dim, but outside where it’s considerably bright, Falma
would stand out without a shadow. He had no choice but to believe that Ellen would
keep it a secret

Still, he would get exposed one day for having a shadow, and would certainly get
persecuted.

He got a headache while thinking so.

At the steps after crossing the bridge, he could see the figure of Ellen falling down
magnificently ahead.

It seemed it would take quite a while for any word to remove the misunderstanding.

“Welcome home!”

“I’m back”

Falma returned back to the mansion after killing some time until evening. Lotte was
warming up the room when he looked at her using the [Divine Eye]. Just then, the hand
of the hard working girl, who did laundry and kitchen work, was emitting a dim blue
light. There, he discovered a lot of chapped skin.

“[Chapped]”

The blue light in her hand turned white.That seemed to be the correct answer.

He immediately created a moisturizing agent which was primarily a lotion with added
floral fragrance, and placed it in a vial with a lovely ribbon a girl would surely like.

“Waah! What is this?”

“Because I’m grateful to you, this is your present. Apply it to your hands before going
to bed. Your skin will become smooth after a while. You can even apply it to your face”

“Yes! I’m so glad!”

Lotte was so delighted that she wasn’t able to say anything anymore. She seemed to
want to dance for joy.

“Can my mother use it too? Mother’s hand is also rough and dry”

Lotte raised the vial high while spinning around, and her innocent smiling face was
bursting with pleasure.

“Of course”

The next day, Lotte and her mother went delightfully to Falma to show him their
smooth hands.

“This is wonderful! Everybody wants to buy it!”

It was said that until now that there were only expensive oils and ointments for hand
care. As for those expensive medications, the sales were being monopolized by the
Apothecaries Guild.

“Madam would sometimes give medication to Mother, but those medicines are so
expensive that a commoner doesn’t have access to it”

While looking at the back of Lotte who greeted him delightfully and was returning
back to the attic, he thought that the common people had to be able to buy medicine
with peace of mind. If he was to offer low priced medicine to the commoners, each and
every one of them would probably be glad.

He was originally a pharmacologist with a strong dedication, and had risked his life to
develop innovative drugs to cure people. He wanted to help the people of this
unsophisticated world with the technical skills and knowledge he had.

Also, Falma didn’t want to stand out, since he didn’t even have a shadow, lest he be
branded as a heretic who was not human anymore. In order to avoid being feared as a
monster or persecuted enough to be killed… Wait, to be accepted by everyone around
him, even in the worst case that he got exposed, he had to become an existence
necessary for them. He also had to be fully aware of any dangers, so he could work
diligently.

To be able to spread the medicine and serve the people of this world, he needed to
open independently a pharmacy in the future, and entrust his brother as the aristocrat
business partner to fund his material creation.

Falma had began to thought up a plan for future prospects.

A carrier pigeon came in the next day from Ellen, addressed to Bruno.

Good day, I would like to take a day off from teaching since I had a high fever. The letter
also suggested that she wanted to resign as a tutor. Bruno called out Falma in
response.

“It looks like she will take a day off today due to high fever, she seems to be troubled
by a nightmare. This is unusual, to say the least.”

Falma was unable to say anything, when he himself was the likely cause of the
nightmare. Which in some cases can lead to high fever.

“To quit being a tutor, what a joke. I told her that having a pupil and teaching them is
part of being an apothecary”

Falma thought that it was better to leave Ellen alone. Bruno however said,

“I guess you can suffer delirium from a fever, so you are going to deliver this.”

And it was his beloved potion again.

Ah… Falma’s eyes turned like a dead fish.

If I go, wouldn’t that make the situation much worse than before? Heck, she may not even
accept the medicine from me.

Even though he thought this, he couldn’t go against his father’s orders.

In the end, in accordance with the order, Falma boarded a carriage and went to deliver
the potion to Ellen.

“Master, we have arrived. This is the mansion of the Bonnefoy Family.”

The coachman knocked on the door of the carriage that Falma boarded.

“Thank you”

The trip with the carriage was rocky, but he had arrived at a wonderful mansion.
Eleonora Bonnefoy was a daughter of an Earl. It was not as big as Falma’s mansion,
but the mansion was quite big, considering it was in the outskirts of the royal capital.
The mansion had a Renaissance style and was refined.

“Please pardon my incompetent daughter, for she is feeling unwell at the moment. If
you have time, I’ll call upon you from the drawing room.” (TL Note: A drawing room is
a room in a house where visitors may be entertained.)

Because the son of the Archduke went personally, Ellen’s father, an Earl, received him
from the entrance hall.

“Forgive me, but if she is feeling unwell, then I’ll return without seeing her. Please hand
this to my teacher Eleonora”

A letter from Bruno was also given. The contents of the letter told her that if she wants
to quit she will be slacking off, she was told to remain a tutor after the fever was gone.

“For you to have come all this way, I cannot just send you back, I will call her to come
here.”

“But she has high fever!”

“She will come, even if she has to crawl.”

Falma didn’t intend to meet her, but by all means, he was ushered to the drawing room
by the Earl.

To think that Ellen came in from the door of the drawing room, although possibly not
her from the half opened steel helmet. He looked at her intently.

“Ellen? I’m sorry to bother you,”

“What did you came here to do? Are you possibly here to kill me since I knew your
secret!? Is that right!?”

“No not that! In any case, will you please sit down”

Look, I’m not holding a wand too, as Falma raised his hands.
On the other hand, Ellen was fully armed. She wore an Anti-Divine Art full plate armor,
only her eyes can be seen. She prepared 3 wands that had high performance. She was
determined to fight back.

Even though she entered the room, she decided to be as far away as possible from
Falma as she clung to the wall. Falma examined Ellen with his Divine Eyes. The high
fever was true, but it was just a cold. Wearing an armor that covers the whole body,
Ellen, who was sick, should considerably had a hard time wearing it.

“Father had instructed me to give this medicine to you. However, looking at this.”

Falma placed a vial, emitting a suspicious green color, on the table of the drawing
room. Because the potion seemed to only have an effect like that of an energy drink
when Falma checked the recipe of his father, he reformulated the medicine which will
reduce the symptom of the cold

“Why Lord Bruno?… Although I can make an antipyretic by myself, for what reason
did you do this? (TL Note: Antipyretics, from the Greek anti, against, and pyreticus,
pertaining to fever, are substances that reduce fever.)

If you quit from being a tutor because of the fever, wouldn’t you think that your own
medicine will not be effective?

Falma thought but didn’t point it out.

“I will make a compress. I want you to apply this to your sprained finger”

He prepared a compress packed with an anti-inflammatory analgesic ingredient. That

was authentic and something effective.

“Also you left the frame of your glasses”

He brought the spare glasses that was in his mansion.

Falma placed the glasses wrapped in cloth and the frame of the glasses carefully on
top of the desk.

“Oh, thank you.”

Ellen who was prepared to fight suddenly dropped her guard down.
“Are your really quitting on tutoring? Because I just suddenly heard about it”

“That’s right. Well, is there honestly something you to want me to teach? You are the
reincarnation of the Medicine God, you know? Having a tutor is unnecessary anymore.
You will properly master the use of your Divine Art right?

Within Ellen, she finally decided that Falma seems to be the reincarnation of the
Medicine God.

“No, I think of myself as human and I don’t fully understand my Divine Art.”

Although Falma stated that he was human, he can’t confidently say it based on his
condition.

“Falma, how can you explain it? You must have a shadow to be human. Aah, I wonder
why I had to state the obvious. Besides, I’m the only one who knows it. Why did
nobody in the de Medicis family mansion noticed it?”

Because it was dim inside the mansion, was Falma response in his mind.

Ellen took of her helmet and smashed in on top of the desk. She was probably boiling
in heat inside the armor.

“I want you to continue being my tutor. I want you to teach me more things”

“Eh?”

Ellen faced showed a look of surprise in her face…

There seems to be no text inside Falma’s mansion regarding Divine Art. The
commoners weren’t aware of it. There was most likely a tactical meaning to it. It
seemed Divine Art skills were passed down orally. There was almost no notes from
the original Falma. Therefore, Falma wanted Ellen to remain as a tutor. Otherwise,
Falma would be troubled being unable to control the powerful divine power he
possessed.

“If I refuse, will you kill me since I know your secret?”

“I will never do such a thing. Anyway, with this I shall return home. Oh and also. ”
“What?”

“When you placed your helmet down, you broke your glasses again”

He was going to stop it, but he didn’t get in time.

“Kyaaaaa!?”

Falma thought that Ellen didn’t have any luck with glasses while leaving the Bonnefoy
family mansion.

The next day.

“Falma, let’s go for the Divine Art lesson! I will be very strict today!”

Soon after breakfast was over, Ellen went into the mansion of the de Medicis family,
alone riding on a horse in full plated armor. She was dressed like she was going to have
a duel.

“Are you going to tutor me? Or did you come to fight me?”

“To tutor you! This appearance is for my protection, in case of emergency. It can’t be
helped if you truly don’t know Divine Art, you must know. I’m worried that you might
blow up the Royal Capital. Or rather, I will get killed. I don’t want to die. We’ll be
training on an uninhabited island, so as not to bother other people.”

Ellen said it all in one breath that she seemed to feel hot in the armor.

The unarmed Falma was feeling very sorry for Ellen, who arrived as a female knight
in full armor, trying to risk her life to suppress the reincarnated malevolent god.

“You’re safe, has your body completely recovered?”

“I’m healthy now. That potion was surprisingly very effective. Even the compress you
made was also effective.”

Ellen dismounted the horse and approached Falma.

“I don’t know the ingredient that made it effective, so what was it?”

Ellen shifts her new glasses and looked at Falma directly into his eyes.
“So, you found out.”

It was supposed to be tasteless, but she still understood somehow. with that, Falma
admired her.

“That’s right, I knew. Even though I look like this, I’m still a First Class Apothecary. Yet,
it’s unforgivable that I don’t know what kind of medicine it was.”

So you’re finally coming back, was what Falma understood. It was very professional of
her.

“I want to learn every knowledge of Dieu de Medecine (Medicine God)!”

Ellen had finally started calling him Dieu de Medicine. It seems that Falma’s existence
wasbeen rapidly increasing within her.

“No, It’s different, because-”

“Is it a secret? Like having no shadow? Even though I already found that out.”

“Only you have been made aware of it.”

I want the both of us to act normal in public, was what Falma and her agreed upon.

Ellen will teach Falma Divine Arts, while Falma will teach Ellen pharmaceutics. With
this, an agreement had been established, and Ellen resumes her role as his tutor.

And when his father knew that Ellen’s fever was cured overnight and had returned to
continue tutoring, he only said “It would be so, it would be so” and his self-confidence
in making potion increased.

From here on out, the place where the two of them taught each other changed from
the riverbank to an uninhabited island.

During that time, there were several small uninhabited islands that disappeared
without explanation from the map off the coast of San Fleuve Empire…

However, Ellen could now approach Falma without flinching as a result of the training.
She did not need to wear an Anti-Divine Art full plate armor anymore.
Falma was observing the people in the mansion as there was no lessons from Ellen
since she had the day-off.

Although Ellen was calling it the Divine Eye, he decided to call it the [Diagnosis Eye]
as it had the ability identify the ailment. It was an ability that nobody knew about aside
from his teacher, Ellen. It was a secret, even to Lotte.

The ability was activated by making a circle with his left hand and checking the patient
through it, but the movement of making it was too conspicuous. The patient would
make fun of him or think he was crazy. He would certainly receive some ridicule from
those in higher ranks than him. Therefore through experimentation, he found out that
he was able to activate the Diagnosis Eye just by placing 2 fingers with his eye in
between… The action was better, but it was still a bit strange.

Although he could see the marker in the human body, he needed to concentrate to see
it.

Her mother had severe lower back pain, so he made the same compress that he made
for Ellen.

His sister had weak bowels, so he made something like a laxative.

When he was walking around the mansion, he casually examined a person he met.

He found out it was a patient, since the Diagnosis Eye showed something glowing in
the patient, then he tried guessing the name of the disease. Before the diagnosis, the
color of the light was light blue, it would turn white, if he diagnosed it correctly. If the
diagnosis was wrong, it would remain the same.

Also, if he deduced the correct way to treat the ailment, the white light would fade
away. Then, he would make the appropriate remedy.

Although Falma himself had the training, and ability to diagnose patients, he was
sometimes met with difficulty, when diagnosing.

In Falma’s previous life, he was a leading genius pharmacologist in the world. So it was
only natural that he had medical knowledge, but he was no doctor. So he maniacally
named the diseases even though he has no knowledge of it. Still, he diagnosed them
patiently, and prepared medicine based on the symptoms of the patient.

“How do you do, young master?”

“Good morning, Marianne.”

Marianne was in charge of laundry today as they passed each other in the corridor.
She was carrying a large amount of laundry. She was a middle-aged woman who
washed his parent’s clothing. Always cheerful, she was pleasant to talk to in the
laundry drying area and she didn’t have anything bad in her character.

“Master Falma, please you should go outside. The weather is beautiful”

“Yes it is, Caesar.”

Caesar was a middle-aged man, who was a gardener and always spoke to Falma and
suggested him to go outside. He was healthy too.

Everyone, living healthy is number one.

Falma was nodding and grunting in agreement.

He also gave the servants appropriate medical examinations and gave them medicines
for treatment using his material creation ability. The servants shed tears of joy. It was
said that they had never receive any medicine from the Lord of the mansion.

Even now, Simon the Butler was fidgety when Falma’s father passed him by, seems like
he had tooth decay.

Falma was putting the treatment for tooth decay on hold, as it needed further
consideration.

“Unexpectedly, father has not seen everyone in the house.”

He was chatting with Lotte while strolling through the courtyard in the mansion.
Falma believed that servants should be part of the family too, but it seemed that it
wasn’t a common practice in this world.

“Because his Lordship is an apothecary for the nobles. He does not have time to pay
attention to the commoners.”

“Even though he is an Apothecary of the family?”

“It is the way it is.”

It was said that an aristocratic apothecary must not examine a commoner. When a
servant suffers from a severe disease, a 3rd Class Apothecary from the Apothecaries
Guild will be called upon to examine the patient. He was surprised that the death rate
among the commoners was high because the medicines were expensive and their
treatment, dubious.

The average lifespan of this world was low, assuming someone reached adulthood,
there were few things that could extend someone’s life.

“Master Falma does not discriminate and is so kind to us commoners. I am sure you
will be an excellent apothecary.”

Lotte thanked Falma on behalf of all the servants. However he just said with a smiling
face.

“It’s absurd to discriminate against patients by their social status”

It was only natural for Falma, as a person from the modern world, to treat the patients
equally and offer the best treatment.

When in Rome, do as Romans do. Nonetheless, there are some things that can’t be
conceded. (TL Note: When visiting a foreign land, follow the customs of those who live
in it. It can also mean that when you are in an unfamiliar situation, you should follow
the lead of those who know the ropes.)

And now he had discovered another hidden ability when making a circle on his right
hand.

He can magnify what he is seeing through the circle depending on the size of the circle!

To sum it up, the following are his abilities so far.

* Left Hand – Ability to create substances.

* Doing a circle on his left hand – Diagnosis Eye, the ability to diagnose an ailment…

* Right Hand – Ability to erase a substance.

* Doing a circle on his right hand – Ability to magnify the view within the circle.

“I am undoubtedly, not a human being anymore.”

It might not have been an exaggeration when Ellen suspected that Falma was the
reincarnation of the Medicine God, Falma had arrived to the same belief.

Falma should be ecstatic from having very convenient abilities. However, his wariness
outweighed all of this. Furthermore, Falma was really troubled that he didn’t have a
shadow, probably because it was compensation for his abilities. The people in the
mansion hasn’d seem to have noticed , but it was only a matter time before they did.
He made sure to only walk in the shade.

Doing it that way, he could hide the fact that he didn’t have a shadow.

“But, what about after that?”

It was still OK if it was something like a divine possession, but what about if it was
something like a devil? Falma was anxious about it because it would be troublesome
if he told someone and a spiritualist heard it.

Ah, come to think of it.

Falma suddenly realized while sorting out his abilities, he checked something in the
jewelry box. All of the jewelry inside seemed to be very expensive. There was a brooch,
a ring, and other jewelries. He was not interested in the jewelry, instead he picked up
the glassware.

“Here it is! I can do it with this”

He collected a part of the jewelry that had glass and broke it into small clear balls.
Then, he heated up the glass pieces over the fire and rounded of the corners to make
it into marbles
That was the important part. That day, Falma made something out of glass marbles
and a metallic plate in just a few hours. That small work was a simple version of what
was his favorite tool during his past life, he was restless if he didn’t have one.

“Oh well, I hope this is good enough for now. Although I really wished for this one to
have good performance.”

He was not satisfied with his workmanship, but it would achieve its purpose, for now.

The simple handicraft on his hand was glinting with a flash.

◊◊◊

“Master Falma. His Lordship has called you.”

Several days had already passed, Falma was already getting used to the life in the
mansion and he also remembered the faces of all the servants. He had just finished
lunch, and was now reading while relaxing with Lotte in the garden, Simon the Butler
came into his room in a hurry and called him out. The Butler was the highest ranked
servant in the de Medicis family.

“I wonder what this is about. I have a bad feeling about this.”

Every time Falma’s father called him, it has always been nothing good.

Mostly it was a surprise quiz of quack pharmaceutics that’s waiting for him.

If only that was it, then everything was still fine.

He thought about when his father called him in the past. It was a full moon that night
when they went together to the herbal garden, there seemed to be a magic square
drawn on top of the center of the gazebo. His father had a frantic expression with both
hands waving while chanting some kind of incantation, like it was some form of
punishment game. It was said to infuse divine power to the herbal plants.

Falma, who was bitten by the mosquitoes from the bushes, thought that it was a
miserable experience. He was doubtful that his father was really a famous apothecary.

He had enough accompanying his father on his outdoor activities. However.

“This is your job as an apprentice Royal Court Apothecary.”

Work. It was the first time Simon called out Falma for that.

“It’s the medical examination for Her Imperial Majesty”

Falma shivered as it finally came.

Finally, it was his first job.

“It’s me, Falma. I’m coming in.”

Bruno glanced at Falma as he entered the room. Bruno then gathered up all the
documents in a hurry, put them in the bag with the medicine bottle, and fixed his
clothes.

Several servants and apothecary apprentices gathered to help Bruno with his
preparations. Though, Ellen was not amongst them. Bruno then made them leave.

What?

It seemed that Falma’s father was hard at work, as he could see that his father was
losing weight recently. He also remembered that his father had this dry cough for a
long time now.

It certainly seems bad; I’ll have to check on it later.

Falma then casually placed his hand on his left eye.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt somewhere?”

Falma lost his concentration for a moment when his father spoke, and stopped his
examination.

Falma was unable to continue, as he drew attention.

“Stand at attention when listening to what I say. You’re slacking off!”

“Yes.”

Falma quickly stood at attention.

Absolute obedience towards one’s father was the custom of this world.
“The condition of Her Majesty changed, suddenly.

If you’re not in the condition to go, then stay here since you’ll only be a hindrance.
Otherwise, get dressed immediately and accompany me.”

The contents of this conversation couldn’t be heard by just anyone as Falma’s father
hushed his voice, despite clearing everyone out of the room.

It was unusual. His father didn’t look confident.

“I’ll come with you. What made Her Majesty ill?”

“I cannot say for sure, but her recovery is taking a long time.”

The condition of Her Majesty took a sudden change for the worse in the few recent
days. The live-in Chief Physician (Royal Court Physician) was the attending physician
that was constantly monitoring her. Sadly, he didn’t have any considerable success in
improving her condition. That’s why Bruno was called almost daily as well.

Is the condition of Her Majesty or her disease being kept secret? I wonder… were they
able to give the correct diagnosis?

Falma decided to come along as an attendant. Only the Royal Court Apothecary and
their apprentice were able to diagnose the Empress. 1st Class Apothecaries and below
were not qualified. Falma as an apprentice for the medical exam, was tasked to hold
on to the medical bag, help with the compounding, and do menial jobs.

Only the Royal Court Physician and the Royal Court Apothecary could perform the
diagnosis and treatment of the Empress. The Royal Court Apothecary would prepare
medicine based on the prescription of the Royal Court Physician. Assassination
attempts aimed towards the Empress could occur, if the system of completely
separating the diagnosis and the treatment were not in place. The skill and the lineage
of the Royal Court Physician and the Royal Court Apothecary were similar. One would
diagnose the disease and the other would prescribe the medicine. The apothecaries of
this world were different to that of pharmacists in Japan. The apothecaries have the
right to independently prescribe medicine. If it’s done this way, you can get hold of an
apothecary, even if one were unable to find a physician. However, physicians were
different in the fact that they were able to perform surgical treatment.

In such circumstances the Empress trusted Bruno, who was a Royal Court Apothecary,
more than the court physicians. So much so that she appointed him as the Chief Royal
Court Apothecary. Bruno, who was conferred the title of Archduke and living a lavish
lifestyle, had the protection of the Empress.

“Brace yourself.”

“Yes.”

Ellen had said that when there was a mistake in the treatment of the Empress, it
caused the status of the Royal Court Physician and the Royal Court Apothecary to
reverse.

In other words, the fate of the de Medicis family would rest on the outcome of the
Empress’ condition. It would be a serious matter if they failed. Falma knew this was
the reason why his father was so agitated.

Is the Empress seriously ill?

Falma was preparing in a hurry while thinking about this.

He only had one bag since it was the only one he prepared. Among the tools Falma had
in his bag was a gadget of sorts.

“Master Falma, please do your best!”

Lotte put on Falma’s best gray coat on him.

“See you later.”

Falma waved his hand and smiled towards Lotte as he left.

“Let’s go Falma.”

“Yes.”
Bruno de Medicis, and his son Falma who accompanied him took horses provided by
the stable boy. They rode the horses towards the San Flueve Grand Palace, where the
Empress resided. Riding with a carriage towards the palace would be too slow.

As the father and son rode their horses, they dashed through the main street of the
imperial capital along with several personal attendants.

“The Archduke is coming through! Make way!”

An attendant made this announcement as the sound of a trumpet echoed through.

Several elite Holy Knights that Bruno employed were gathered in a tight group. All
commoners lowered their head and made room for them.

Falma’s horseriding skills were magnificent. He was taught by Ellen and he basically
inherited the skills learnt by the original Falma.

As he would be helping in the medical examination, Falma grasped the reins while
putting together the information he had obtained from Ellen regarding the Empress.

Elizabeth II, Emperor of San Fleuve Empire.

24 years old. She was actually an Empress from that young of an age.

She came from a family of divine art users (fire attribute) with the most power in the
whole continent. She holds the authority as Empress to all the countries within the
continent.

She was chosen by the temple, as the successor of the late Emperor who died of illness,
and she reformed the despotic government after she ascended the throne. She now
reigned for 7 years.

She showed shrewdness and expanded the empire with might that surpassed a
military genius. She was known as the wise monarch that stabilized the political
situation and developed the remote regions.

Falma understood vaguely that her reign was similar to the Roman Empire or like the
Russian Czar, who spread absolute imperial rule.

The throne was not hereditary. It was a meritocracy. In other words, Empress
Elizabeth holds the largest divine power and the best divine art in the continent. It
was said that when she held on the divine power meter during the coronation
ceremony, the gauge recorded the highest level of all time in the empire.

To be blessed with strong divine power at birth would mean, royalty recognized by
the gods, and by that logic it was something like the theory of the Divine Rights of
Kings.

(TL Note: The divine right of kings or divine right is a political and religious doctrine of
royal and political legitimacy. It asserts that a monarch is subject to no earthly authority,
deriving the right to rule directly from the will of God. The king is thus not subject to the
will of his people, the aristocracy, or any other estate of the realm, including (in the view
of some, especially in Protestant countries or during the reign of Henry VIII of England)
the Catholic Church. According to this doctrine, only God can judge an unjust king. The
doctrine implies that any attempt to depose the king or to restrict his powers runs
contrary to the will of God and may constitute a sacrilegious act. It is often expressed in
the phrase "by the Grace of God," attached to the titles of a reigning monarch.)

Emperor, I thought it was a title only, but they take the throne by true strength… So
powerful.

Falma completely ignored his predicament as he admired the gauge of the divine
power meter as it swung all the way around. Of course divine power wasn’t the only
aspect that was used to gauge the Emperor. Their talent was also taken into
consideration as well.

The vanguard knights had made arrangement with the gatekeepers and the golden
grid gate of the palace was opened with bombastic sound.

The architecture is much more modern than our mansion. It looked like the Versailles
Palace).

The Imperial Palace had a magnificent baroque style view that looked modern as well
as a vast garden.

There was a large fountain with a golden statue at the center spouting out water freely.
A vast park filled the back of the palace. It was magnificent.

The Imperial servants lined up along the entrance wearing gorgeous costumes.

Falma got off the horse with his father.

“We have awaited, your Grace.”

They were guided by the Empress’ aide as their eyes were dazzled by the expensive
furniture. The hallway was covered with several large mirrors. They were moving
quickly while being surrounded by several chamberlains. They thought they were
going to be ushered into a waiting room, but they were allowed by the court physician
to enter the Empress’ bedroom immediately.

When Falma entered the Empress’ room after his father, he saw the court physicians
were waiting at the corner.

They all wore the same black coat. When physicians gave treatment, they sometimes
got bloodstains on their clothes. This is the reason why they wore black attire. It
reminded Falma that his father was also wearing the same attire. Of course, they rarely
washed their attires. This was an extreme lack of hygiene.

“Chief Royal Court Apothecary, Archduke Bruno de Medicis and his attendant have
arrived.”

“Enter.”

Falma followed his father and showed the same etiquette.

The Empress was laid on her canopied bed. She looked awfully emaciated.

Bruno exchanged words with the court physicians.

As Falma was straining his ears to listen while holding his father’s bag, the Empress
coughed out phlegm non-stop. With that, one could see that her condition had already
advanced to hemorrhaging in her lungs due to the sight of the blood in her phlegm.
She had recurring lung hemorrhages, it seemed like she was suffering from dyspnea.
Bruno scanned the records provided and her meal contents with a serious gaze.

“Excuse me, your Majesty.”

Bruno went beside the Empress’ bed and spent time examining her.

He respectfully bowed and took the Empress’ pulse without directly touching over her
white silk cloth.

Is it increasing?

Falma observed Bruno’s condition while he holding his father’s bag. His father was a
Royal Court Apothecary thus his diagnosis skills should be high. Falma was
anticipating what could Bruno do.

Bruno was checking the hourglass and alternately checking the Empress’ pulse.

When it was done, he collected a small amount of blood from the Empress’ fingertips
and let it dripped into a petri dish. He also asked for saliva and urine samples, and
examined them in detail. He diluted it in water made by his divine art, and placed it in
a test tube and a reaction occurred. He glared at the astrology board with a serious
look.

Falma tilted his head in confusion when he saw this.

Is he diagnosing by divine art or fortune-telling?

Falma didn’t believe that his father would be able to diagnose the disease with such
methods. Ellen told him that his father was a famous and excellent Royal Court
Apothecary even within the royal court. That he had excellent diagnosing ability.
Falma initially doubted his father could become a Royal Court Apothecary with
excellent fortune-telling skills. Though, In this world with divine arts, having a skill in
fortune seemed to be really important to them.

Bruno then bowed pompously and made eye contact with a court physician.

The court physician responded in agreement and whispered into his ear.

“How was the examination, your Grace”

“That is…”

Bruno signed a document after he closed his eyes with a mournful expression.
It was necessary to write down name of the disease to check whether there wasn’t any
discrepancy with the diagnosis of the court physician.

What is the name of the disease? What is he thinking? Did he correctly diagnose her?

Of course the name of the disease was a local name to this world. Even if a Japanese
person heard it, they would only get confused.

Falma memorized all the names of diseases in this parallel world and their equivalents
in Japan. Therefore, Falma would know if they diagnosed correctly if he knew the
name of the disease.

When Falma was eavesdropping on their conversation, it seemed the both of them
didn’t mention any diagnosis.

He only heard nuanced phrases such as: “her lungs are failing”, “the movement of the
star are bad according to the divination”, “her doom is upon her.”

(They didn’t know the name of the disease?)

Bruno then said “I’ll be using the compounding room” and left the bedroom.

Falma also tried to follow and help him, but he stopped Falma and said “You do not
need to see this, look after Her Majesty.”

The compounding room had a lock. This was where the court physicians and
apothecaries would compound medicine for the royal court. It was constructed beside
the Empress’ bedroom.

In there, Bruno had compounded something and placed it in a flask, it was anesthesic.

Falma knew what it was as the scent passed by him.

So it was a mixture of opium, mandrake and other ingredients to form a type of narcotic.

Falma could guess its contents.

The apprentice apothecary positioned himself between the wall and the furnishings,
and watched the course of events unfold, while suppressing his presence so as not to
disturb them. At the time, the Empress had an intense coughing fit and woke up.

“Your Majesty, how are you feeling?”

Bruno ran and kneeled down beside the bed and asked the Empress.

The Empress was wearing pajamas. Her cheeks were sunken and her skin was dry. She
looked undignified. She was a pitiful sick person and it was obvious to those who saw
her that the shadow of death loomed over her.

Falma quietly watched her condition from a distance.

“Say it to me, honestly. Can I… can I be saved?”

Bruno gently reassured the Empress who was giving up.

It was an unexpected side of Bruno who was a loyal retainer of the Empress. That
character was new to Falma who only knew him as the strict father with a dignified
expression.

“Don’t worry, for I was asked to come here. Her Majesty will definitely get better soon.
I’ve prepared medicine with excellent efficacy.”

It was a sedative.

Bruno prepared medicine that had little toxicity, but not enough to result in death.
They had abandoned the proactive treatment and switched to palliative sedation. The
court physicians also agreed with this course of action.

(TL Note: In medicine, specifically in end-of-life care, palliative sedation (also known as
terminal sedation, continuous deep sedation, or sedation for intractable distress in the
dying/of a dying patient) is the palliative practice of relieving distress in a terminally ill
person in the last hours or days of a dying patients life, usually by means of a continuous
intravenous or subcutaneous infusion of a sedative drug, or by means of a specialized
catheter designed to provide comfortable and discreet administration of ongoing
medications via the rectal route. Palliative sedation is an option of last resort for patients
whose symptoms cannot be controlled by any other means. This should be differentiated
from euthanasia as the goal of palliative sedation is to control symptoms through
sedation but not shorten the patients life, while in euthanasia the goal is to shorten life
to cease suffering.

That was why Bruno didn’t show Falma the compounding, because he didn’t want to
let Falma know that they had given up on the treatment.

It’s obvious that Her Majesty is seriously ill, but…

Falma would have liked to cheer as he anticipated what skills would be shown by the
Royal Court Apothecary, but the father in question was abandoning her with
heartrending grief as they started the anesthetic procedure.

“Please gently breathe this vapour, your Majesty, lightly at first”

The Empress’ pain would ease up when the anesthetic was given. In other words, the
drug would dampen her senses.

“Call the temple priest, tomorrow night will be the end.”

Claude, the Chief Court Physician, let off a big sigh and shook his head and informed
the monarch’s trusted aides and courtiers in secret.

As the vapour of the anesthetic reached her, the Empress’ eyes started to doze off. The
temple priest performed a prayer to welcome a peaceful death. Aside from easing up
the pain, there was nothing else to do but to wait for the Empress to weaken.

Nobody is going to cure her?

Falma, who saw everything was alone did not agree to this kind of treatment.

Falma had decided he wouldn’t meddle with the treatment of the Empress to make his
father, as a Royal Court Apothecary, save some honor. In addition, he wasn’t able to
move as he was subconsciously bound by the law in Japan that a pharmacist could not
do any treatment plan until the physician did the medical examination.

However, his father had already abandoned all hope of treatment and would not heed
word from Falma who he assumed to be inexperienced.

The remaining people have left.

Falma didn’t want to be under apprenticeship to his father anymore.

Falma placed his left hand on his left eye and channeled divine power to his fingertips.

His pupils had changed into bluish-green color and it emitted some light. At that
instant he activated his [Diagnosis Eye].

When Falma used the [Diagnosis Eye], color saturation of the world from his view
drops. He raised his concentration. Both of the Empress’ lungs were suffering from a
disease. He saw countless pale light emitting from the lesions. He could almost hear
the organs affected by the illness scream. (TL Note: The world around Falma changes
to gray color)

This is be difficult… please don’t fail me.

Falma hushed his voice to the point where no one could hear, and quietly named the
disease. If he were in Japan, there would be a place to examine blood tests. There
would be all kinds of images, as well as results from a thorough biopsy, but because
those kinds facility didn’t exist in this world. Falma was unable to have such luxuries.

Even though the [Diagnosis Eye] showed a pale light on the spots where the disease
exist, it was not necessarily a malignant tumor. If he thought of the [Diagnosis Eye] as
a normal image analysis, he would fail. In other words, illnesses such as common colds
and bronchitis would react to it as well.

“Metastatic Lung Cancer, Pulmonary Emphysema, Pneumonia.”

He called out the names of various diseases one by one, even if there was only a small
possibility that those were the likely diseases.

The color of the light didn’t change. The light remained blue.

It’s different? Is this disease particular only to this world?

It would be very difficult to deal with if this was the case. Falma, who was faltering,
suddenly remembered that this was a parallel world of medieval Europe.

… That’s right.

He should take into consideration the culture and civilization level of this parallel
medieval Europe.

Besides, it was a disease that was said to be eradicated already in modern Japan and
yet, could not be ignored, because It was still rampant in the developing countries of
his world.

The Empress was young, Falma subconsciously removed all unlikely possibilities.

“Tuberculosis”

The [Diagnosis Eye] cleared the name of the disease. The lesion that was wrapped in
pale bluish light was changed into a snow-white light like a soul of a dead person being
purified.

This world called it the White Mortal Disease.

During the middle ages on Earth, it was called the White Plague and considered to be
incurable.

(TL Note: The tuberculosis epidemic in Europe, which probably started in the 17th
century and which lasted two hundred years, was known as the Great White Plague.
Death by tuberculosis was considered inevitable, and it was the principal cause of death
in 1650. The high population density, as well as the poor sanitary conditions that
characterized most European and North American cities, created a perfect environment
for its propagation.)
It seemed some chamberlain informed the young prince Elizabeth’s condition was not
good, and he rushed to the Empress’ bedroom. The prince came towards Bruno, and
requested he stop the administration of the anesthesia for a moment. Since it wasn’t
fully administered yet, it was still possible to interrupt.

The prince was crying and calling his mother’s name at her bedside. Elizabeth feebly
stroked his head with her hands. This wasn’t the hand of the Empress Elizabeth II who
unified the whole continent, it was one of a mother that cared for her son.

What would happen to the prince after she died? Such thought came across her mind.
Falma’s heart was shaken at the sight of the prince clinging to his dying mother.

Falma, who still had his hand on his left eye, decided on a treatment plan.

Speaking about the cure for tuberculosis, there was Streptomycin which was first
discovered in 1943, but Falma rejected the because you needed to use a syringe. He
decided to use the oral administration (Those that can be drunk by the mouth).
Furthermore when combining different drugs, he had to be careful about the disease
becoming resistant to the drug.

“Isoniazid.”

“Pyrazinamide.”

“Ethambutol.”

Falma decided on these three types of drugs as candidates. He wanted to use 4 types
but [Substance Creation] was only possible if he closed his eyes and could imagine the
compounds perfectly. He was only able to completely imagine 3 types of simple
compounds with certainty.

It was hard to remember macromolecule compounds. He knew the structure and

could write down the structural formula, but there were still lots of things which he
couldn’t imagine.

The lights from [Diagnosis Eye] went out at once when he mentioned the 3 names, but
when he looked carefully, there was still some dim light remaining. Falma felt
uneasiness from that,

I should add one drug just in case, but should I?

Nonetheless, he added the 4th drug as an insurance.

Creating this image will be a feat of mental strength. I really need to imprint this to my
brain.

He stared at the structural formula he wrote on paper and closed his eyes for his brain
to project it. He used his cleverness.

“Rifampicin.”

It had the most complicated structure, but it was necessary for this drug to be the key
component in the treatment.

The white light went out.

“Your majesty.”

He folded a large handkerchief, covered his mouth and tied it behind his head to make
a temporary mask.

Falma decided to walk out in front of the Empress, bowed and introduced himself, and
got straight to the point.

“Will you permit me to offer my treatment to your Majesty.”

Empress Elizabeth II faintly started at Falma from her bed with a blank expression.

“What, what did you say?”

There was no absolutes in the effects of the medicine. The condition of the patient
could suddenly change and they could pass away before the effects of the medicine
could manifest. Considering all that, he braced himself and he put some vigor to each
of the word he said.

“There is a special medicine.”

Objectively looking at him, Falma de Medicis was only 10 year old apothecary
apprentice. He should be far inferior in skills and knowledge compared to the famous
doctors serving the Royal Court, including his father. He felt insulted as a group of
court physicians insulted him deliberately that he could hear them saying, “What was
this apprentice who doesn’t know his place talking about?”. They heard nothing but
nonsense coming out from this greenhorn.

“Falma! Stand down!”

His father, Bruno, yelled at him with a tremendous threatening attitude. With Bruno’s
face turning pale, Bruno rushed towards Falma, binding his arm behind his back and
leading him out of the room.

Pleading not to say any untactful thing――.

That written all over Bruno’s face.

Bruno apologized while dragging Falma.

“Forgive me your Majesty for my son was rude. I will take him outside immediately.”

“Wait for a while.”

The Empress warned Bruno. And then looked around at the courtiers and the court
physicians that lined up.

“Is what he said true?”

Everyone from the court physicians to the apothecaries was embarrassed and held
their mouth shut.

“When was a new medicine discovered? In addition, what in the world is this disease?”
Many of the courtiers cast their eyes downward from the implicit pressure of the
Empress. No one replied. The Empress, who looked away from the people she
depended up, looked directly at Falma.

“You know it… don’t you.”

“I know of it.”

Falma bowed down.

The life of the Empress, who used Divine Arts more than anyone else, was in a
precarious situation as death was imminent. And now, she would be euthanized by
her most trusted Royal Court Apothecary and court physicians too.

It’s a risk on to believe this boy’s nonsense. She was practically permitted to gamble
her life away.

However, she saw a certain absolute confidence in this boy’s eyes.

They were eyes which were not clouded and seemed to know the truth.

“I will entrust my fate into your hands.”

Falma’s and the Empress’ eyes met.

“As you can see.”

The Empress mustered the last of her strength to bow down. Her shoulders looked
very delicate.

“I fully understand.”

Falma faced his only patient and took responsibility for her life.

He cannot back away now.

The court physicians and his father, Bruno, who are inside the Empress’ bedroom, just
stood still. There was nobody to disturb Falma anymore. Meanwhile, Falma gathered
casually some saliva samples from the Empress, left the room and said “I will borrow
the compounding room”. And he locked himself inside.
“Wait for me Falma!”

His father later on bid farewell in the presence of her Majesty and rushed out to the
compounding room to pursue Falma. However the door didn’t budge an inch.

“Open this door now!”

While hearing the sound of his Father pounding the door with full force, Falma stained
the saliva sample into a glass plate in an experienced way. There were small bottles
with chemicals lined up on top of the desk, he took a glass stick and quickly dipped it
in. A glass plate was heated over the flame of the lamp, he then arranged the chemical
bottles and one by one place a drop on the sample. (TL Note: Staining is an auxiliary
technique used in microscopy to enhance contrast in the microscopic image. Stains and
dyes are frequently used in biology and medicine to highlight structures in biological
tissues for viewing, often with the aid of different microscopes.)

He took out a gadget that looked like a metal toy and placed the glass on it, he then
held it up against the light of the lamp and peeked through it.

I knew it.

After Falma was convinced, his father destroyed the door using Divine Art and went
inside.

He broke through the locked room.

In the dim compounding room that was lit up by the candlesticks were the father and
son.

The hair triggering tension made the air heavy in the room.

“Speak! What are you doing!”

According to his father, it would seem Falma was performing some suspicious magic.

“What do you intend to do? This is none of your business. Stop it, what are you doing!!”

Bruno was enraged as his voice was trembling from the intense questioning of Falma.

“I’m preparing the medicine for her majesty now.”

“You fool!”
Bruno roared at Falma’s explanation.

“Even if you look for a skilled physician all over the world, there isn’t anybody that can
cure White Fatal Disease! Don’t brag about some kind of new medicine.”

Huh? Did you just said White Fatal Disease now?

Falma stopped his hands.

“This is surprising, dear father diagnosed it as White Fatal Disease(Tuberculosis)?

How did you know it?”

Among the court physicians, only his father knew that the Empress had tuberculosis.
The court physicians only said about how the body fluids were affected by the
constellation. Falma thought he was an occult apothecary and he misjudged his
father’s ability.

“It reacted with my potion, signs of White Fatal Disease appeared. I’m saying this with
evidence to you!”

His father mixed the handmade potion and the saliva of the Empress some time ago.

Thinking back to it…

Falma was surprised that the process was similar to a test to determine Tuberculosis.
He wondered if it was just coincidence. There was no laboratory procedure that
appeared in any book back at Falma’s house.

Besides, there was the time when he saw his father dance like a crazy at the herbal
garden during the night as he grinded the medical plants and poured divine power.
That was how his father compounded the potion.

It had that effect!?

Falma was astonished.

“Is it written in any of the books?”

“It is a new divine skill that I had developed. No book has it. Who do you think I am?”

Bruno de Medicis, one of the 3 Royal Court Apothecary in the continent.

Apart from being an apothecary, he was an Archduke who served as the president of
a pharmacology university in the imperial capital.

If Falma was the renowned pharmacologist back on Earth.

Bruno was the scholar who lead the pharmacology in this one.

Bruno and Ellen said they could create special effects on the medical herbs when they
poured divine power into it. Bruno was the first in this world that systematically
investigated the effects shown by the Divine Art on the medical herbs. Bruno invented
a large number of original medicines.

Is that so. What is it with this parallel world…?

Falma felt guilty as he only saw his father’s formulation only as an occult from a biased
point of view. Perhaps the potion that was ordered to be handed to Ellen, and the
potion that was given to Falma immediately after he got struck by lightning really was
effective.

Anyway, all of them were made from water conjured by Divine Art.

That was the one thing Falma overlooked.

This parallel world had Divine Arts. He concluded that it was an occult without
performing any scientific inspection of the water made by Divine Art and other Divine
Arts. it wasn’t the right attitude as a pharmacologist.

The parallel world had different methods.

While Falma was impressed, his father’s behavior still left some doubt in Falma.

“Why did you do it, dear father? Why did you act like you didn’t know the name of the
disease a short while ago? When did you start your diagnosis?”

They said that the diagnosis started 10 days ago. When the reaction of the White Fatal
Disease increased by 30 times compared to the last diagnosis, his father felt mortified.

“Why didn’t I told you? Because the White Fatal Disease (tuberculosis) is an incurable
disease. An apothecary always gets close to the patient. What would you do if Her
Majesty u helplessly plunged into despair? It is for this reason that a greenhorn like
you wouldn’t understand.”

So even though he had a diagnosis, he still played along with the court physicians.

“Getting treatment for White Fatal Disease has no meaning for Her Majesty. Don’t
make Her Majesty suffer more humiliation on her deathbed. I never once in the past
witnessed a touching hand that was able to cure the disease.”

There was a legend in this world where a king touched a patient with his [Touching
Hand] and cured the disease.

Therefore no one was able to tell the Empress she had tuberculosis as there was no
cure. Only a god who had higher authority than the Empress could. If so, there would
be rumors that the Empress received the vengeance of heaven, and it would affect the
honor of the Empress

“Don’t irresponsibly say something like a new medicine. A new medicine for the White
Fatal Disease doesn’t exist! That was even the opinion received from the Nova Root.
New medicine? It is just your unsubstantial and idle fantasies!”

His father always got new information from this world’s most advance Nova Root
Medical University. Bruno severely admonished Falma that it was dishonest to tell a
lie to a patient. It was a serious crime to prescribe a placebo drug, and that he should
confess that her majesty can’t be cured.

Bruno had thought all possibilities regarding the empress well being.

Father… you truly are a great apothecary.

Falma honestly re-evaluated his father, and he now bore a new deep sense of respect
for his father. The reason his father had a dry cough these days was because he was
infected by tuberculosis. It was clear, even if Falma didn’t use his Diagnosis Eye. Bruno
was infected because he was in close contact with the Empress, even despite knowing
she had tuberculosis. Bruno had been seeking a cure for her Majesty,regardless of his
own life.

Falma asked his father again.

“I appreciate the concern. Nonetheless, father had thoughts of euthanizing Her

Majesty.”

“It was the best way.”

Falma nodded. He agreed, it was the best card his father could use.

“A special medicine does exist.”

“Do not lie!”

“It is not a lie, and it is something you should also drink.”

“…!”

Bruno was at a loss for words as his son had seen through him, and noticed that he
contracted tuberculosis, despite having kept it a secret.

When Falma conjured some water and washed his hands carefully, he wiped his hand
with a cloth the he kept sterile, took a vial and a flask from his bag and placed it on top
of the table.

He turned his back so his father couldn’t see, and held the vial on his left hand. The
vial was also sterilized beforehand.

Will they drink a sweet syrup?

Potions (liquid medicine) are widely used in this world so it should be familiar to
them. It was easy to drink and there was low repulsion to the taste. Patients with
severe cough would be in a state that would make it difficult to take the medicine. So,
Falma devised something.

“Look at me, Falma! Hmph!?”

His father did not miss the flash of the pale light.

That was the light of substance creation. It resembled a sign that a Water Divine Art
was activated.

“Wait!”

Remembering the structural formula of the three types of drugs, Falma created the
cure with the specified amount and dropped it in the vial. Finally, he began to write on
paper the drug with the most complicated structure, Rifampicin, and burned the
image into his brain. Drug development became possible.

He then filled another bottle with syrup. He held out the cure to show it to his father.

“Did you just use a Divine Art just now? Why are you hiding it from me? What is it that
you compounded?!”

Falma shook the flask with the medicine to mix it well. He made a transparent viscous
syrup.
“If you cannot explain what kind of compounding you did, it is just poison! What’s your
excuse!?”

His father almost reached the limit of his patience, and he immediately held up his
gold wand and pointed it towards Falma.

The wand was the sword of the nobles.

Falma remembered the words Ellen said to him. For Bruno, it was the same as drawing
a sword to his child.

“Please put away the wand, dear father. Do you intend to flood the compounding room
in water?”

However Bruno didn’t paid attention to his words. Falma placed the flask on the desk.

“Danse d’epee de la glace! (Sword Dance of Ice)”

After Bruno chanted and casted, he aimed his attack at the flask that was on the table.

He didn’t intend to hurt Falma, since Falma wasn’t in the path of the attack.

He shot it!

A knife of ice was shot at a very close range. However, his father used a water divine
skill which was based on water. Falma knew it very well, so he didn’t hesitate.

Falma stretched out his right hand to protect the medicine.

Vanish!

He imagined the molecular structure of ice exactly, and transmitted it to his right hand
and brushed swiped the air. When the knife of ice made contact with Falma’s hand, it
totally disappeared.

He then raised his left hand and created a thick wall of ice in an instant to separate his
father.

With just his bare hands only, no chanting or a wand, it was a perfect defensive barrier.
Bruno didn’t attack Falma anymore. His attribute was water but his specialty was
[Positive]. Although Ice was water, he couldn’t take it down because the attribute was
[Negative].

“What…?”

Bruno had his eyes wide open in fright as he didn’t expect his son to fight back.

Falma said to his father across the wall of ice.

“In the presence of her Majesty, I will explain the special medicine.”

“Oh…”

Everything will be ruined after this, is what Bruno thought.

Bruno lost all hope and went into despair. He inadvertently began to ask Falma.

“W-who… are you?”

Falma de Medicis was the second-born son of Archduke Bruno.

Unlike Pilule who was the eldest son and the heir to the de Medicis family, Falma
would become the household Royal Court Apothecary in the future. So his father,
Bruno, raised him in a very strict manner since childhood. It was so that Falma could
withstand the heavy responsibilities of a full-fledged Royal Court Apothecary with
sense of fulfillment.

He was allowed to handle dangerous medical herbs, and be in situations where he

could get burned.

Falma would get so exhausted from his training in Divine Arts, that lasted from
morning to evening, he ended up crying because he wanted to play.

It reached the point where he was already afraid to look straight into his father’s eye.

It was not a whip of love anymore, Bruno inadvertently became very strict to his own
son. Therefore, his father stopped guiding Falma directly and left the training for
pharmacology and Divine Arts to Eleonore Bonnefoy, Bruno’s most reliable and
excellent disciple. Eleonore seemed to have trained him well. For the past several
years, Bruno wasn’t able to directly keep an eye to Falma’s growth.

An apothecary tended to be close to the lives of their patient. Since it was most
necessary for an apothecary to have an empathizing heart than skills.

It was the sincere face to face interaction with the patient that granted belief. Bruno
neglected to make any effort to understand his son’s heart. Even in regards to his son’s
thoughts or dreams.

Bruno didn’t know Falma very well.

Though, he still realized that the boy in front of him wasn’t the Falma he knew.
Bruno couldn’t remember when the change happened. He was deeply ashamed of it.

Bruno took out a notebook from Falma’s bag which was beside him. He flipped
through the pages. Falma was separated by a wall of ice so he couldn’t stop his father
from checking his notebook.

Bruno went pale.

Falma wrote down his notes in Japanese so nobody could read it. He regretted his
blunder that his notes in the process of examining stained samples were unexpectedly
snatched away… Though, it didn’t change anything as his father couldn’t read
Japanese. He also began to take all kinds of records of this world like the medical
records of the servants he examined and the medication records. He also graphed a
lot of examination data. Mathematical and chemical structural formulas would look
like a cipher that resembles some kind of magic in his father’s eye.

“I will say it again. Who are you!”

In this world, there was a legend of a Changeling (child that was swapped).There was
something like an evil spirit that will stealthily swap children. The swapped child was
considered to be a child of a monster and not of a human. He suspected that Falma
was a changeling because of the strange characters that was written and the use of
Divine Arts without a wand. There was also a legend that if a changeling was
discovered by a human, it would disappear into thin air.

He thought about risking his son’s life, but it wasn’t his son anymore that would
disappear.

“This writing, what is it? this, and this, and this! Where did you learn this!”

“I acquired this knowledge of medicine in a dream I saw, on the day I was struck by
the lightning, as well as the written characters.”

Falma cooked up an explanation, and his father bought it. It wasn’t necessarily a lie if
he described his previous life as an event in a dream. If Falma didn’t explain, it would
be troublesome if he was asked where he learned it, or what book it was written in as
those could be searched.
“It was during the lightning strike huh?”

“Yes it was.”

In the dim compounding room, Falma took off his coat in order to show the scars on
both arms. His father clearly saw it through the transparent ice wall.

“…The medicine god dwells in you.”

“This is…”

How did this happen? what kind of person was he? Falma doesn’t even know if he was
still human. Because Falma had become silent since then, it indirectly transmitted to
his father, and he affirmed it.

“I see.”

Unlike the father who had been striving day and night on the way of medicine, the son
was blessed by the medicine god. His father didn’t have any choice but to follow the
will of the guardian deity whom he couldn’t stop to love and respect.

“Dear father, please use this potion for her majesty. This is special medicine.”

If it was said that Bruno compounded the potion and the treatment succeeded, his
honor would be maintained. He would also keep his position as the Royal Court
Apothecary and would gain the favor of the Empress. Even if Falma didn’t meddle, it
was better for his father to do so.

“You administer the medicine you made, Falma.”

His father shook his head a little bit to decline and solemnly told him.

“That is the pride and responsibility of an apothecary. The patient believed you
because you staked your life for the medicine that they receive.”

Falma thought that his father was a true Apothecary. He truly realized how immature
he had been.
“I understand.”

Falma cancelled the ice wall with his right hand, held the potion, and went past his
father out of the compounding room. He left a word to his father when passing by.

“Please leave it to me, father. I’m going to save you and her Majesty.”

This kind of tone was something his father had never heard from Falma before.

It was not the words of an arrogant boy, but he heard it like it was the words of a god.

Bruno bowed his head in silence, then fell down on his knees.

How could he stop Falma anyway?

Falma, with the potion in hand, appeared before the empress.

The empress was sitting up impatiently waiting for Falma to return. She held great
expectations. She mustered her last drop of energy to return from the edge of death
back to the land of the living.

“You’re late, her Majesty had been waiting. What happened to your father? Did he run
away?”

The chief court physician, Claude, tattled. Claude thought that because Bruno wasn’t
able to make a proper medicine, he didn’t consider the boy capable of any better. This
was not child’s play. Claude was irritated that Bruno didn’t come back immediately
and euthanize the Empress.

“I don’t mind that it took time, come closer.”

The Empress called Falma to come close. Since Falma was wearing a mask, he was
spared from airborne infection. He approached without hesitation.

“For your information, my father did not run away. My father and I compounded this
medicine for her Majesty. This is a new medicine, your Majesty.”

‘Falma had honored the work my father had done as an Apothecary until now,’ that
was what I had conveyed to them.

Unsteadily walking over, Bruno appeared at that moment. The group of physicians
looked at him with contempt for his inability to remonstrate his son’s intrusion but
Bruno no longer wanted to stop Falma.

Besides, there was no way for him to stop Falma anyway.

Whatever Falma did with his hands from now on, Bruno would engrave it into his
memory.

“Before I explain the efficacy of the new medicine, I want to show something to your
Majesty. Will you cooperate for a moment?”

Falma held out a palm-sized metal tool respectfully before the Empress.
“What… is this?”

The Empress picked it up while ruminating. It was a small metal instrument. Falma
once again took a sample of the Empress’ phlegm and stained it on the glass plate, he
then set it on the metal plate of the instrument.

“Please observe the bodily fluids that I took from your Majesty with the instrument.
Then, please look at the hole from a bright place… Like this.”

He opened the needle sized hole on the instrument and urged the Empress to bring
her eyes close to it and peep through. Falma asked the chamberlain to open the
window for ventilation and bring a lamp. The lamp was then placed below the
instrument to guarantee some light.

The Empress was skeptical as she peeped.

“What is that? Are you mocking her Majesty!?”

The Chief Court Physician, Claude, shook his voice in anger.

“Wait, don’t be so noisy.”

The Chief Court Physician kept his mouth shut. The Empress’ attention was already
absorbed on the small instrument…

And then.

“I see something visible.”

Falma could magnify his view with the [Diagnosis Eye], but it lacked details on the
object.

Science could prove the existence of tuberculosis bacteria.

He had invited the Empress to the micro-world which no one from this world had seen
yet.

What Falma had presented was a simple microscope with the simplest structure that
had a pinhole, a glass ball, and piece of metal. The single lens microscope was the
invention of Leeuwenhoek, it had sufficient performance even if it doesn’t have a good
lens. An electrical system was not necessary at all, there are no lens tube as it was just
a lens on a metal plate with a specimen holder, it was simple and very small at 5 cm.

Don’t underestimate the power of antiques. During Falma’s previous life, he was able
to identify disease causing germs in countries without electricity, the microscope had
about 200x resolution. You couldn’t say that the magnification was sufficient, but it
had minimum performance.

The image that the simple mechanism showed unveiled the clear truth.

“Your majesty, do you know that rod like thing that keeps wriggling?”

Falma drew its shape in the air with his finger.

It was the mycobacterium tuberculosis.

Mycobacterium tuberculosis.

Preventive measures are taken in Japan by vaccinating infants with BCG vaccine.

(TL Note: Mycobacterium tuberculosis is a pathogenic bacterial species in the family

Mycobacteriaceae and the causative agent of most cases of tuberculosis.)

“That creature is the cause of the White Fatal Disease (tuberculosis). This organism is
destroying your body, your Majesty.”

It was at that moment that all the people in the room learned that organisms called
bacteria existed in this world.

“Everyone, please look at the instrument after her Majesty is done.”

The court physicians were fighting to look into the microscope. Until that time, the
court physician thought that the smallest thing was what could only be seen by
bringing it close to the eye. To their suprise, there was a world which couldn’t be seen
by the naked eye. It was a fact that they couldn’t easily accept.

“Wha- what are these! Insects!?”

Claude twitched his face when he saw something repulsive wriggling.

“If necessary, I will create a blueprint and will also teach you how to build it.”

Falma didn’t have the intention to monopolize the microscope. With it, they would
have a deeper understanding about the microorganism if they apply medical science.

“It should be noted that this is not a divine skill.”

Bruno’s hands were trembling when he peeped into it.

“What in the…”

He was lost for words. Humans were now allowed to peek at the world that only gods
could see, that was the impression Bruno had. His whole body was overwhelmed by
an unknown excitement.

Falma started to speak when everybody was observing the tuberculosis bacteria. He
then prepared another slide glass with the tuberculosis bacteria sample, that was
stained, that he set aside earlier.

The atmosphere had changed completely.

“I will now explain the treatment plan from here on out.”

Falma quickly took out the syrup and showed it to the Empress.

“As you have surmised, that organism is living inside the body of her majesty, the
treatment is to completely kill it.”

In the presence of the Empress, the line of renowned court physicians froth at their
mouth from too much shock. Bruno dropped down to his knees.

“This potion contains four types of special medicine. Each part of the medicine will
prevent the organism from propagating and some parts of the drug will kill that
organism. If it’s only one type, some of the organisms may be resistant to the medicine.
Therefore. I used multiple medicines.”

When Falma immersed the organism into the medicine, they saw it perish. Falma
explained it while inserting a joke that they might be able to hear its death throes.
“These 4 types of special medicine will intensively kill the disease in 2 months.”

“And I will provide additional treatments afterwards by reducing the prescription to

2 types.”

“Since your Majesty’s case is severe, it may require additional dosage.”

“You have just overturned a concept of conventional medicine from its roots with that
explanation.”

The Empress was also very surprised.

The court physicians didn’t say anything, but they also were just as surprised as the
Empress.

They had gained knowledge beyond the conventional wisdom that they had.

“Will taking such strong medicine harm the body?”

“There’s little effect on the body but there is concern for side effects. Mainly it would
be a liver dysfunction. I will closely monitor the treatment for it. I will divide the
compounded potion, I will first drink half of it, and you will drink the other half. Can I
have your majesty’s decision after you see it?”

Falma had to do this to dispel any doubt of assassination or the medicine being fake.

“Will you agree to it?”

“Yes, by all means, let me drink it.”

The Empress showed a cheerful face towards Falma. Her mind was fully set at ease as
all of her fears and anxieties were eliminated, even though she was still seriously ill.
The imperial prince also stopped crying.

“The symptoms will improve soon. But it will take at least 6 months for full recovery.”

In 6 months, without the treatment, she wouldn’t not be able to survive that long. In a
situation where there was no cure… his father had nothing to say. Thus,they had no
other recourse.
“So that means, it takes time, I understand.”

She had observed the tuberculosis bacteria, as the empress realized that her whole
body was infected by it, her understanding and curiosity had deepened.

Carefully over time, it wouldl kill the bacteria slowly, that is to say it would not
instantly kill all of it, but there wouldn’t be any bacteria remaining. She was able to
understand the explanation of Falma.

“Your majesty, you will have to drink this everyday in my presence.”

It was effective to administer the medicine right in the presence of the attending
physician, so that there wouldn’t be a situation where she forgot to take the medicine.

Falma had to patiently continue to treat the tuberculosis of the patient.

Just because her symptoms improved, it didn’t mean that she could stop taking the
medicine.

Falma poured the potion from the flask into the 3 test tubes evenly.

Then, Falma gulped down the first one to show it was not poison.

“If you will, your Majesty.”

“Yes.”

When the empress drank it until the last drop, her haggard face smiled.

“That was delicious.”

The empress then gently fell asleep, Falma wrote down a medical record in Japanese
for the new patient in his book.

“Dear father, let’s return back to the mansion. I’m hungry now and I want to eat
something sweet today.”

His father felt anxious as Falma had said it in a childish way.

“Also, this medicine is for you, dear father. That is… if you feel like receiving it.”
Falma handed over the the last test tube of medicine to his father.

His father, who was infected by tuberculosis, received it after hesitating for a long time.

“From now on, White Fatal Disease can be cured.”

It was no longer an incurable disease. They would now live together with this new
method of medicine.

The father grasped the hand of the son, who spoke with reliable words, with both of
his hands.

“Thank you, my son.”

Lotte, Ellen and the servants were waiting at the gate of the de Medicis family
residence for many hours after the sun went down. The dinner that was already
prepared had cooled down, but no one had touched it.

The father and son hadn’t come back yet from the Empress’ palace.

Nobody knew the condition of the empress aside from the Royal Court Apothecary,
everyone could only guess at that time if an accident happened along the way.

Ellen had considered one possibility.

If they both failed in the treatment, they might have taken responsibility and killed
themselves. In the occasion that the empress died, the Chief Royal Court Apothecary
which acted as the lead physician and the Chief Court Physician would kill themselves
together to take responsibility. Bruno was a proud Royal Court Apothecary so his
sense of responsibility was very strong. It was a possible scenario.

“Milord… Master Falma.”

Ellen removed her glasses,while in tears as she assumed the worse case scenario.Lotte
was grasping the vial of medicine that was given by Falma and made into an amulet.

Just how much longer are they going to wait? Every minute felt like an eternity.
Everyone was waiting for their return. Lotte suddenly raised her face as she happened
to hear the faint sound of a trumpet echoing over the mountain.

After that, they started to clearly hear the sounds of horses hooves. As the rhythm
became louder, the knight’s horses could now be seen from the mansion. Lotte
suppressed a lot of her emotions, as she felt her tears flow out.

“Milord, master Falma–!”

Lotte ran up to them at full speed.

“Thank goodness… really. Jeez, don’t make us worry anymore…”

Ellen held on to her glasses firmly as she followed behind Lotte.

“We’re home.”

Falma caught Lotte as she jumped to him as soon as he got off from his horse.

“Welcome back.”

Thus, the upheaval of today’s events had come to a close.

The careful treatment of Empress Elizabeth was moving favorably.

Falma attended Ellen’s lecture in the morning, then he would go to the palace together
with his father after lunch to make sure the empress was taking the potion. It had
become a habit.

It hadn’t been long but they had seen signs of improvement in the empress’ condition.
Falma had been wary of any side effects like liver damage. Falma was monitoring
diligently by taking test data since he couldn’t digitize a simple biochemical test. With
the empress’ weak constitution, her usage of Divine Arts was affected, but no side-
effects were seen. She was also progressing well as the blood in her phlegm had
subsided. By the third month, the results of the tuberculosis in her body were almost
non-existent.

Falma advised all the courtiers who worked in the Royal Court to take the medicine as
a preventive measure.

This was because several court physicians, chamberlains, and the prince himself were
infected, thus Falma made a schedule to start treating them. As for all of them,
probably since they were nobles rather than commoners, no severe side effects were
observed.

Of course, he didn’t neglect his father who was his closest patient.

Apprentice apothecary Falma’s clinical record amassed an enormous amount of

records.

It reached the point where Falma had to add new records using this world’s language
instead of Japanese, so his father could read it. Every night after dinner, his father
would shut himself in his room and would stay up late to read the clinical records that
Falma acquired. Each morning after, his father would ask many questions about many
details that Falma started wondering what his father was doing at that place.

Also his father grasped each of the courtier’s living condition and medical history.This
became Falma’s secondary source of information as they came to realize each other
through information sharing.

Falma was a busy 10 year old kid that was living his life to the fullest.

Though he didn’t force himself to overwork, as Falma was trying to be healthy above
all else.

It was the lesson he learned from his previous life. This was to work at your best
moderately while not stressing yourself out.

Falma’s presence and his knowledge of pharmacology gained him favor from the
Empress and started to be accepted by the Royal Court. The court physicians lamented
on the limits of their existing medical treatments as Falma, the up and coming Royal
Court Apothecary, taught them how to make simple microscopes to observe and
confront disease causing germs and pathogens. They eagerly wanted to learn the
unknown knowledge they thought Falma was monopolizing for himself.

The information about the invention of the microscope was immediately known to all
medical universities in the empire.

One day, a certificate of commendation and commemorative plaque has been sent and
addressed to Falma from the far off Nova Root Medical University.

The Chief Court Physician, Claude, thought it was because of what he did that lead to
this turn of events. It was because Claude bought the microscope Falma personally
made for a huge sum of money. He then sent a personal letter, detailing Falma as the
inventor, along with the real microscope to the medical university.

The medical science of San Fleuve empire was seen as below a level compared to the
world leading Nova Root Medical University. It seemed that the royal court physicians
were restoring their honor with this new invention, but Bruno already knew the
situation behind it.

Falma was impressed or was rather amazed at this world’s great white tower.

A delegation from the vice president of Nova Root Medical University had rushed to
the San Fleuve Imperial School of Pharmacology.

They requested from Bruno, who was the president, to disclose the recipe of the
special medicine that Falma, who was said to be an excellent Royal Court Apothecary,
had made and used to cure the Empress.

Claude had omitted in the report that Falma was only a 10-year old apprentice
apothecary.

Also based on Bruno’s intuition, he did not let Falma meet with the delegation. It was
obvious that Falma would be used as a tool in the political power struggle in the
university.

So the delegation from the vice president gave up and went back without meeting the
rumored Royal Court Apothecary. Ellen talked to Falma, who was looking at a group
of carriage from afar.

“It seems that everyone wanted master Falma’s medicine. It’s the special medicine for
the Fatal White Disease, right?”

To Ellen, it was a miraculous medicine that was able to cure an incurable disease.

“I can only produce four medicines for the Fatal White Disease for now.”

“It is as I suspected. It is still hard for you to use that divine skill.”

Ellen realized that it was probably the God of Medicine that dwelled within Falma that
made it possible to use that divine skill.

That’s why Falma hadn’t yet shown his compounding and synthesis process to anyone.

Ellen wanted to ask him to teach her, but it might not be possible to do so.

Thus, Ellen thought it couldn’t be helped.

If there were lives to be saved by Falma’s divine skill, he had to continue on, as he was
the only one who could do it… That’s what Ellen believed.

Then Falma said,

“Someday, I think I will be able to tell everyone how to synthesize it.”

Launching a full scale research facility would mean it would be possible to synthesize
organic compounds and support Falma.
“Isn’t it too valuable to spread the knowledge?”

There are many apothecaries that keep their new medicine recipes away from prying
eyes. They then sell licenses for it for large amounts of money.

“It is the wisdom of our ancestors.”

Falma answered her naturally in a cool expression. He was a pharmacologist, although

he had become famous in his previous life for making so many new medicines, he
always insisted that he would not be claiming the rights for the invention as it went
against his beliefs.

It should be wisdom that was to be gathered over the long history of mankind.

Ellen thought it wasn’t a coincidence that the Medicine God dwelled within this
unselfish boy.

◊◊◊

While showing up in the Royal Court with his father everyday, Falma was entertained
by Louis (6 years old), the Imperial Prince. Everyday, the prince would be following
Falma around and admiring the person who became the savior of his mother’s life.
Moreover, Falma was made to play billiards with the prince. It was only appropriate
for Falma to let Louis win and be delighted about it.

“It’s your win, your Highness. You’re really skillful, your Highness.”

Louis was put in a good mood with the praise.

“Yes, we’ll have another game again tomorrow, Falma. So, I will take my leave for
today.”

Falma sent off the prince to his equestrian practice. Falma was waving his hands
happily.

“That’s not good Falma, why don’t you ask them to take my job instead?”

In the same way with Louis, Falma became friends with the 14 year old Noah who was
the empress’ page. His work included guiding and transporting the prince, he was also
the prince’s playmate. Since the prince was always following Falma after his work as
an apothecary, there was an increased opportunity for Noah to talk to him.
“Your job, huh.”

“His Highness had been saying that he was tired of me being his playmate, and you
would enjoy a nice break too.”

Noah said so shamelessly.

I guess so, playing billiards was fun too!

When Falma went out to the playground,

“Oh! Oh! I have good news. This is just between you and me, her Majesty is considering
giving you a reward even though it’s too good, even for you. She promised some kind
of a position as her Majesty’s personal Royal Court Apothecary. Damn, I’m jealous. I
also want to succeed in life like you do.”

Noah was a young noble from a famous marquis, serving the Empress since his
childhood by the order of his father. He told me he was personally taking care the
Empress and the prince. This boy maintained a behavior of full loyalty in the front of
the Empress and although he was doing a very nice job at it, he was a potty mouth and
stubborn when the Empress was not around.

“It comes with some territory, huh? I-I’m just the second son, it’s fine as long it has
something to do with pharmacology.”

Even though it was called a territory, Falma didn’t really get excited about it. His face
was so stupidly blank that it made his sharp expression during the time he was
working as an apothecary seem like a lie.

“Idiot! Is there a noble that isn’t interested in getting a territory!? It’s usually the
second son who is more greedy than anybody else. I wonder why you aren’t interested
at all?”

Noah was a noble, all he ever thought about was getting a territory of his own. Falma
on the other hand, was straightforwardly thinking about pharmacology. He however
would be very interested if it was about researching new medicines.

There was nothing really particular to pay him back.

“This idiot, giving up on something he was receiving.”

Still Noah was insistently asking if Falma had anything he desired or if he had any
goals in the future.

“Don’t you ever tell anyone what I am about to tell you. This is just between you and
me.”

Noah stepped in closer to Falma as he was gesturing to keep quiet. Noah was behaving
like a good boy.

“I want to open a pharmacy. For the commoners.”

“For the commoners? In spite you being a Royal Court Apothecary, you’re a crazy
idiotic person. A noble doesn’t deal with that kind of despicable business. That’s a job
for the commoners.”

Putting idiot every time he spoke seemed like Noah’s favorite phrase. Him having a
sharp nasty tongue was probably a result of his life as a page to the Empress and the
prince, which didn’t lead to a career or chance for advancement.

Since he was a noble, he frowned when the topic of running a pharmacy was brought
up. He advised Falma to become a teacher at the university and a scholar like his father.

“Even so, Isn’t just a waste of time for you heal the commoners?”

“Why?”

“You’re such an idiot, commoners always get sick. Since they weren’t blessed by the
divine power so their bodies are weak. It would be endless even if you were to use
expensive medicine.”

Falma refuted this in his mind as he knew this was more of a consequence of bad living
conditions and poor hygiene.

“I will be making safe medicine with lower prices.”

“Hahaha, STUPID, IDIOT! How are you going to stock up on expensive raw materials?
You’re going to go bankrupt even if you’re the son of a very rich Archduke, even your
father’s financial power isn’t infinite.”

Even though Falma had the skills and knowledge about pharmacology, it turned out
he was still ignorant to the ways of this world, so Noah just scoffed at him. Falma was
pretending to be thinking really hard and then responded.

“Oh well, I might perhaps need a little bit of territory to cultivate medicinal herbs.”
With Falma’s substance creation ability, he wouldn’t have to worry about things such
as the price of raw materials, but there was a limit on creating complex compounds.
Therefore he was considering developing medicines using medicinal plants and
natural remedies.

“By the way, what kind of territory are you going to get? Seaside? Mountainside? Or a
plain, which is good.”

“It would be seaside.”

Falma answered without thinking anything in particular.

“That’s good! I have certainly heard it now!”

Noah’s eye was shining sharply.

◊◊◊

After continuing the treatment for six months, the Empress had almost completely
recoverd. Falma and his father were officially invited to the palace as honored guests
rather than apothecaries.

There was a notice beforehand that stated for them to be fully dressed. Falma, along
with his father, went towards the palace using a splendid carriage that the Empress
had sent. This time Falma didn’t forget and brought his wand. It was something like a
get well party, at least that was what Falma’s father told him.

When they arrived at the palace, the aura of the palace seemed to be different from
usual. The palace was decorated with colorful rare flowers, and they were welcomed
by the chamberlains in full force in the hallway. Passing through the throne hall, on the
4th floor of the widely spaced domed atrium, a golden throne was placed on the
marble staircase.

Numerous nobles of the empire and courtiers sat around the hall.

Falma sat down beside his father and straightened himself up as they waited for an
audience with the Empress.

“Her Majesty, the Empress, has entered the hall.”

The courtiers and the lords stood up while a solemn anthem played. The Empress,
who was wearing a long crimson robe, entered the hall followed by her entourage.
The Empress of San Fleuve Empire, Elizabeth II.
Wow… so beautiful…!

Falma was amazed. He almost didn’t recognized her.

Receiving the imperial crown, she sat on the throne with the Emperor’s Wand and
glanced over the courtiers. She wasn’t the patient obediently followed Falma’s words,
but regained the presence of a sovereign ruler. She was overflowing with dignity as
the Empress. Rosy cheeks and eyes with lustrous silver hair. She was showing off a
radiant beauty.

She greeted all her vassals informing them that she had recovered, and the nobles
stated their congratulations.

Finally, the Empress received an imperial script from the head chamberlain and read
it out loud.

“Archduke and Chief Royal Court Apothecary, Bruno de Medicis.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Bruno stood up, went up to the platform with graceful and precise manner, and bowed
in front of the Empress.

Only after his father was called, had Falma noticed that the ceremony for the conferral
of honors had begun.

“Thou, for working vigorously towards my medical treatment, as a reward, I entrust

upon thee to govern the territory of Marseille. In particular, it will be used to grow and
harvest the medicinal plants for the young nobleman.”

The Empress pointed the tip of the Emperor’s Wand towards Bruno, and with him
grasping the tip of it, signaled that the dominion of the territory was granted. It was a
ceremony on conferring a fief. It was said that the territory of Marseille was a port city
with prosperous trade. Rich farmland spread out along the gentle slope of the coast,
it was a major producer of medicinal plants.

“I, as someone who is a vassal to the monarch, will faithfully serve in the name of God,
I devote to thee, my loyalty.”
In reality, even though it was under his father’s name, it was good to say that the fief
was given specifically to Falma. Of course Falma was watching his father’s delight like
it was his own.

“Royal Court Apothecary Apprentice, Falma de Medicis.”

Huh?

Falma was so surprised he became speechless.

The courtiers became noisy and was making a stir. Not only was the father had been
given a fief, it seemed that the son had a reward too, and so, the look of envy suddenly
directed to him. Though, no one who disagreed with his achievements.

“Thy conspicuous service was remarkable, thou have shown me outstanding

knowledge and magnificent medical skills. It was precisely thanks to thee that I still
have my life now.”

Although Falma stood up and appeared before the Empress, he was standing upright
and frozen. Warned by a courtier, Falma bowed his head while confused.

“I have permitted for thou to be promoted from apprentice to Royal Court Apothecary.
In addition, I will permit thou to specifically open a pharmacy in the imperial capital.”

“Huh?”

Falma became frozen now. He thought that the end of the apprenticeship was decided
by his father and Ellen but…

“Why art thou surprised? The permission for thy graduation came from thy teacher.”

The Empress cast a radiant smile. Falma’s father had concluded Falma’s
apprenticeship period for Royal Court Apothecary, and Falma wouldnow report
directly to the Empress. He was now permitted to be a full fledged apothecary. That’s
what it meant.

Falma suddenly made eye contact with Noah who was respectfully attending beside
the Empress. Noah seemed to be grinning and chuckling in amusement. Noah silently
moved his mouth with the word, idiot.

I told him to keep this between us! But… I should be thankful.

Falma was convinced that the reason why Noah was persistently asking him was
because the Empress suggested to research the reward that would be given to him.

To open the first imperial sanctioned pharmacy.

It was a reward the Falma had hoped for, nothing more and nothing less.

If Noah didn’t leaked it to the Empress, he thought he wouldn’t have been granted it.

Besides,

Ah, perhaps, is he also to blame for why father now has the Marseille territory?

Falma intuitively came to a conclusion. This probably wasn’t a coincidence that this
occurred after he had been casually answering Noah’s question saying that he was
okay with a seaside territory.

The Empress held out the Emperor’s Wand towards Falma, who was surprised.

What do I say at a time like this?

Falma’s head seems like it was about to burst from thinking too much. It’s probably
because he was too confused that he did a salute like in some historical play.

“I- I-, I am very thankful and grateful. Your majesty.”

Like with his father, Falma grasp the tip of the Emperor’s Wand. That was the
ceremonial grant.

The Emperor’s Wand was emitting a tinge of red light. Though as soon as Falma
touched the wand, the jewel that was attached on the Emperor’s Wand immediately
gave off a white radiance.

Ah, Damn I got careless! I should have not touched it!

The Emperor’s Wand seems also to have a function as a divine power meter.

“Hmm?”
Although the Empress’ expression froze for a moment, Falma immediately released
the wand and quickly went back and sat beside Bruno.

The Emperor’s Wand was shining for only a second, so Falma was convinced that it
wasn’t seen clearly. Even after the party for conferral of honors, the Empress called
Falma nearby but she was acting normal like nothing happened. He did not know if
the Empress read the atmosphere, or if she just overlooked it, or if she hadn’t seen
anything.

Many nobles had gathered around Elizabeth, he peeked the Empress well being. The
ornate design of the Royal Court had unfold.

“At this rate, the royal family still has much to do to achieve peace.”

Bruno, who only drank water, was drinking a high class wine today which was very
rare, and ate with relish, the cuisine prepared for the Royal Court. It looked like a huge
burden was relieved from him.

“Dear father, your last job seem to have finally come to an end.”

When Falma thanked his father for the work he done, his father check the new golden
badge of the Royal Court Apothecary which Falma was wearing on his collar. It was
what the Empress gave Falma.

“It looks great on you.”

“Is it really ok?”

Falma wondered if it was ok for his father, who was his mentor, to permit him to be a
true apothecary. That’s what he thought, but such concerns were unfounded.

“There’s no more I could teach you in pharmacology. This is better.”

Now that Falma was a full fledged apothecary, his father was looking forward to it. His
father picked up a new glass of wine and said.

“Cheers.”

Falma, who had a glass that contains juice for children, gave a toast to his father.

“To Her Majesty.”

“And the birth of a new apothecary.”

With the Empress’ recovery, the political situation in San Fleuve would stabilize.

Falma together with his father felt relieved.

But on that same day, Falma received a personal letter addressed to him.

“Who is it? A high class sealed letter…”

Thou who had a huge amount of divine power, someone unparalleled since the dawn of
history. Once thou have come of age and mastered thy Divine Arts, it will be good if thou
were to apply for a duel and seek to divest me of the throne. It will not be a fair fight if
thou are not yet an adult.

Empress of San Fleuve Empire, Elizabeth II

It was maybe because her health had completely recovered, the muscle-brained
Empress felt motivated.

“I give up…”

The throne is safe.

This is true, but I have to apologize.

I am only interested in pharmacology, and you’ve also given me a permit to open a

pharmacy, so please continue being the Empress.

That was the gist of his reply, Falma indirectly responded to her by writing a letter
with the highest degree of honorific language.
“I know I’ve talked about opening up a pharmacy some day… But why today?”

From an apprentice apothecary to the official Royal Court Apothecary, Falma de

Medicis (10 Years Old), who had been appointed by an imperial sanction by the
Empress directly, was dumbfounded in the mansion of his family.

A throng of craftsmen had intruded within the de Medicis family estate. Yesterday, an
envoy had came to relay the Empress’ intention. The Empire would shoulder the cost
of establishing the pharmacy.

Then today, it had come to this.

Her Majesty was too impatient.

Those were Falma’s inner thoughts.

For Falma, who was given an Imperial Charter for the pharmacy, was now given the
responsibility of building a pharmacy from the empire. The Empress’ command was a
big deal. From the workshops that had Her Majesty’s Royal Warrant of Appointment,
competent stonemasons, quarrymen, blacksmiths, lumber merchants, glass blowers,
roofers, and virtually all craftsmen who were experts in their profession had
journeyed and gathered with their apprentices. They told Falma they were first-class
craftsmen who had participated in the building of the palace.

(TL Note: Royal warrants of appointment have been issued for centuries to
tradespeople who supply goods or services to a royal court or certain royal personages.
The royal warrant enables the supplier to advertise the fact that they supply to the issuer
of the royal warrant; thus lending prestige to the supplier.)

“Since I’m not mentally prepared, nor have the first drafts been made, would you leave
for now?”

Falma, for once, tried to turn away the master craftsman who had their foot at the door
of the mansion. Both of them were pulling and pushing at the door,

“As I have told you Young Master, an imperial order had been issued, really.”

They won’t return as is, the planned construction site had also been decided, the
craftsmen would be fired if they didn’t start working today; Is what he was told.

Heads will roll certainly.

That was the line of thought of the muscle-brained Empress.

“Come on now~ The job will be quick.”

Ellen arrived at the place that was in disorder. She was summoned by the carrier
pigeon that was sent by Bruno. She was ordered to help the establishment of Falma’s
pharmacy. The empress strictly ordered Bruno to have Falma operate the pharmacy
as soon as possible, so Bruno requested Ellen for help as Falma’s support. On that
subject, Bruno went to visit another noble today.

“Wait a minute-”

“Huh?”

“I’m happy for your big promotion Master Falma, but what on earth did you do to get
Her Majesty to do this, because that one is hasty. Like one time… I-, I got caught
insulting the monarch.”

Falma wanted to inquire more regarding that episode, since it seemed to be

interesting, but he let it go.

“There’s a deep reasoning behind it, and it’s a long story.”

Regarding the establishment of the pharmacy, he retold the story about the chat with
Noah, that was disclosed to the Empress. How Noah was quietly running errands to
earn points from Her Majesty.

“That was quite a long story. So, what kind of pharmacy would it be? Do you have some
rough image of what it would look like?”

Ellen leaned towards him as she asked.

“Do I have to decide right now? I’m not yet mentally prepared for that. I would like to
look around at the other pharmacies first.”

It was because that space would be his workplace, he was carefully deliberating on his
decision for the design. Falma thought it was not something to be decided by urging
him to do it quickly.

“Stop it. The craftsmen’s heads will roll if you don’t do it now, socially that is.”

“Seems like Her Majesty is really that scary. It’s a matter of customer convenience, I
want to consider this carefully…”

“You should just rebuild it if you don’t like it, as Her Majesty had said.”

“Her Majesty is overusing her sovereign authority too much.”

Falma was handed over to a craftsman, while groaning as he saw only a sketch of the
construction site on a blank blueprint, as Lotte emerged with a tea and cake for Ellen
and Falma.

“But, I was surprised. This is a big promotion Master Falma! And with that, the
craftsmen are here right now, your pharmacy will really be built!”

Lotte was pleased with the success of Falma.

“Young Master, haven’t you decided yet on a draft plan? I humbly beg of you.”

“I’m sorry.”

The craftsmen from the guild who were waiting are getting restless. Falma had no
other choice but to move his hand.

“Enough already, I’m just going to wing it.”

He was desperate already.

Since his father and Her Majesty said that he could design the pharmacy however he
pleased him, Falma had prepared for the worst, and started to draw a plan. As long as
there was an outline, the construction work would proceed smoothly and the
foreman’s skill would let him see the confidence in their work.

As for the location of the pharmacy, it would be built on the prime corner lot in The
Imperial Capital’s main avenue that the Empress had gained control of. The location
was selected away from the shopping district of the Apothecary Guild. It was probably
the forethought of the Empress, so in order for the business rival not be in close
quarters.

“I got it! Fine details will be placed later on because the building will still be under
construction.”

“Wow, what does it look like… Eh!? Whaー”

At most, the craftsmen from the guild had been expecting him to draw at the level of a
child, but once afternoon came, and Falma gave them the blueprints. They were left
dumbfounded, because the drawing had many precise dimensions written on it.

“With this much detail, the job will be easy to do.”

After Falma and Ellen heard the opinions of the master craftsmen, they filled the
blueprints using the interior design of the other pharmacies as reference.

That very same day when the blueprint was completed, the construction was pushed
forward with amazing performance and speed. Construction budget influenced the
construction time. As The Empire was the one ordering the work done, gold wasn’t an
issue, and a large number of people were able to build it using the highest grade of
materials.

A few days had passed since the start of the construction, the frame of the new shop
had emerged from a plot of land in The Imperial Capital.

“Young Master. What do you want for the name of the store?”

A stonemason asked Falma for the name of the pharmacy. As he was looking around
the neighboring shops, the name of the store was engraved largely on the wall.

“Will Imperial Pharmacy do?”

“Isn’t it kind of pretentious?”

The gold emblem of an Imperial Charter was already hoisted up on the wall. There are
several shops in the Imperial Capital that had Royal Warrant of Appointment, but an
Imperial Chartered shop (Compagnie a Charte) was on another level and are rarely
issued.

If the pharmacy gained an approval from the empire even before it was established, it
would have even more prestige and social standing.

“Please decide immediately or else the construction time will fall behind.”

“You mean now?”

“Now. Immediately. As soon as possible.”

The craftsman was short tempered. If Falma wanted to name it without pizzazz, it
would be de Médicis Pharmacy, but because it was a challenging job, it would be
unwise to publicly use his family name, so he was troubled.

“How about if I call it Diversis Mundi Pharmacy.”

After thinking a lot and being indecisive, Falma finally got a good idea and he
murmured that line. After several hours later of concentrating on the splendid
ornament, the gold plated signboard engraving was completed.

Literally translated to “Different World Pharmacy”. Falma viewed it in amazement as

he wondered what to do about it,

“Sacred Pharmacy? Is that really its name? Isn’t that a little exaggerated?”

When Ellen arrived at the site, she was surprised on the words on the signboard which
was just completed. Falma was surprised by that.

“Sacred? How did it became like that!?”

Falma blinked his eyes in surprised. It was because the term “Different World” was not
a common word in this world, it seemed it was paraphrased as “Sacred”

“Because this was an Imperial Charter by Her Majesty, you will be fully protected as
that was the command, it will be off-limits from the people on the same business, heck,
it may be a sanctuary already when the Medicine God is here.”

Damn, I dun goofed!

With that kind of name attached to it, it will certainly attract a bad crowd!

And so, Falma regretted his blunder, the stonemason and the engraver had already
finished their work so he went to eat lunch, and went back home.
“I don’t want to find myself in discord with those on the same business as me. They
might not let me borrow some medicinal herbs if I run out.”

He was troubled with someone harassing his business or damage caused by rumors.
Besides, he couldn’t help but feel that the naming of the store, which was practically
shoving it in people’s faces by this world’s standards, was like trying to pick a fight at
the front of some “Temple”, because it was called [Sacred] anyway.

“It doesn’t matter now.”

Ellen was looking indifferently.

“Eh?”

“You know it’s impossible to change the name. I think this would be an all out
confrontation with the Apothecary Guild because it is a shop operated by a noble.”

It was because the types of medicine being handled are different, it was highly unlikely
there would be compromise. That was Ellen’s analysis.

“Even though you have Her Majesty’s protection, you will still have strong opposition.”

That was because there are ways to interfere directly or indirectly.

Ellen’s remark was like a prediction.

◊◊◊

The first Imperial Chartered pharmacy and the youngest Royal Court Apothecary of
the empire.

The citizens and representatives of each commerce guild had come to check it out,
incessantly throughout the day. Also, because there were expensive things that could
be stolen on the construction site, Falma had hired some knights as night guards.

Before long, the leaders from the apothecary guild from the empire went and began
to openly scout in front of the shop. When Falma was present at the location, the
apothecaries would suddenly approach baring with hostility.

“Well, well, where is the store owner?”

The middle aged man that had a good physique, was believed to be a guild leader, he
took off his hat and greeted Falma while examining the store. He was doing it in a
polite but also rude manner.

“I am the store owner.”

Falma responded while not being particularly offended, because he was only seen as
a child, there was no reason to be offended.

“Pardon for the intrusion! Oh my, you’re too young. I am Veron, a leader of the Imperial
Apothecary Guild.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Veron. I’m Falma de Medicis, Royal Court Apothecary, I operate
this shop, thank you very much for coming.”

“I heard that you established a pharmacy so I came along, and it even has the Imperial
Charter seal. I see, Her Majesty did something whimsical, no, that’s rude.”

Veron was full of disdain as he only saw Falma as a child.

Since Veron thought that because Falma was only child, he wouldn’ t be able to take
notice or understand sarcasm.

However, Falma didn’t feel offended at all.

“Still, the name of this pharmacy is very much elegant, what kind of medicines do you
sell? Are you selling something for someone as old as you, like candies (Bonbon)?”

They weren’t aware of Falma’s reputation within the Royal Court. The guild leader
Veron was teasing him by pretending to lick a candy with his tongue, and his posse of
apothecaries went along with him and chuckled.

However, Falma had high resistance to useless instigation.

During Falma’s previous life, every time he developed a new medicine, it was not only
favorable reaction that he got, he also received objection and skepticism from
researchers all over the world, there were terrible remarks in their sarcasm. There
was even a fight regarding patents with a rival laboratory. He felt that he needs to deal
each one of them, but it wasn’t smart if he instigated them.
“I do intend to sell candies.”

Falma promptly nod as he announced with a smile.

“It’s one form of a medical dosage though.”

He intends to sell lozenges. Salts for the sweating artisans, perhaps it was good to sell
salty candy for mineral supplementation.

Falma replied briskly and cordially in a child-like manner.

Veron wanted to criticize Falma one more time as Falma doesn’t seem to mind his
words, but he can’t just blatantly slander a Royal Court Apothecary that had an
imperial charter. A commoner who was being disrespectful towards a noble will be
punished. Although sarcasm was permitted.

“Well, that is some splendid dedication.”

Veron claps his hands exaggeratedly.

“By they way, now that you have established your business, shouldn’t you register as
a member of the Apothecary Guild?”

Certainly, if you operate a business you must register with a guild. Falma decided to
listen about it just in case. He wanted to proceed with several formalities smoothly.

“It’s unfortunate but, the Apothecary Guild is for the commoner apothecaries only.”

Only when a commoner apothecary had served at the bottom of the pile for a long
time, would the Apothecary Guild recognize them and finally let them become
independent. It was said they need to serve at least 10 years from starting their
practice.

“You can join us if you really want, I’ll accept you. It’s going to be a tough for a long
time trying to operate independently, you know?”

Veron was provoking him with a serious face.

“No, that’s too much trouble. I’ve already mastered the minimum skills as an
apothecary. I will be selling new medicines that I’ve personally developed, so it’s
totally different from the shops under the Apothecary Guild.”

Since Falma was a noble, it was expected that he wouldn’t be joining a guild for the
commoners.

“By the way, as for your Royal Court Apothecary made medicine, isn’t it expensive? To
the commoners, they simply cannot get their hands on it.”

Medicines made by a Royal Court Apothecary used high quality raw materials. Top
brass of the guild knew the market value of these medicines, so they know they
shouldn’t let the business run slow, but having it expressed in this kind frank way of
sarcastically pitying someone was just disdainful. So, Falma replied apathetically.

“I believe I can offer medicine, cheaply.”

“Cheap? Oh my, nobles indeed don’t take into consideration the commoner’s pocket!
For you it’s cheap, but how much is it, really?”

“What the heck are you saying? You aren’t going to say you’re going to crush this
pharmacy right?”

Ellen appeared in the shop while crossing her arms, she scowled at them without
flinching as a way to backup Falma. Ellen’s name as the best student of Bruno was
known in The Imperial Capital. All of them acknowledged her superiority.

“No, not at all, we are just fellow businessmen in the same field, let’s work together.
Well then, I will leave for now.”

Leaving with words for appearances only, Vernon took his staff and left while sneering.
It was just like a declaration of war from the Apothecary Guild.

Falma drifted his line sight up into the sky with a serious face. Ellen was worried about
Falma, whether he was able to endure those cruel remarks or not.

“Don’t mind them, Master Falma.”

Then Ellen followed up what she said,

“Short of just selling candies, what do you think about selling wafers with iron
content? After that, nutritional supplements too.”
“Really… I think I should do just that, then.”

With the words “candy” from the provocation of Veron, he seemed to have an idea for
his new products.

Ellen greatly admired Falma’s resilient mentality and being optimistic while
remaining calm.
You don’t need to bother yourself with the Apothecary Guild. Those guys, even though
they can’t prescribe, they’re still so proud that they’re full-fledged apothecaries. Their
harassment seems to be crossing the line.They’re getting too disrespectful and will be
punished. I’ll beat them up with my Divine Art and leave them floating in the river, or
even something more dangerous. A noble can easily overwhelm a commoner using
Divine Art, there’s no need to be timid. That was what Ellen had said as encouragement.

Falma was aware that Ellen was trying to cheer him up and told her he didn’t mind
them.

“Other than that, we didn’t think of our merchandise. Although I didn’t think of what
to sell, since this is a pharmacy, I made space anyway.”

He didn’t really mind the apothecary guild.

His mind was now full of the face masks, bandages, medicinal wafers, band-aids, and
energy drinks that he planned to sell.

“That reminds me, Master Falma, where will you be getting your supply of medicinal
herbs?”

Ellen placed her hands on her waist with a serious look. Her slender fingers were
digging into her waist as she held on tightly.

“Since Lord Bruno is a scholar, he doesn’t have enough raw materials to sell. Do you
intend to just borrow raw materials forever? You have no other choice but to grow
your own materials. Besides, you have to take into account the material supply, cost
accounting, production cost, and wages you have to pay the producers.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Is that so? Aren’t you being too careless?”

I have the substance creation skill, so I don’t particularly need to depend on medicinal
herbs, however…

Falma changed his train of thought; it would certainly be suspicious if it wasn’t

apparent where he bought or got his supplies of medicinal herbs from. He hadn’t told
anyone about his substance creation skill, not even to his father or Ellen.

“I think you can borrow some medicinal herbs grown from the territory that was
granted to Lord Bruno without much problem. Lord Bruno told me that Her Majesty
ordered that you could use it.”

Ellen suggested this to Falma.

“Now that you mentioned it, father’s fiefdom did increase.”

“The territory of Marseille is already a major producer of rare medicinal herbs, so it’ll
be relatively easy to obtain new medicinal herbs. Since it also has a port, imported raw
materials from the Ismalic and Indain areas are easily obtained as well.”

Ellen knew her geography really well.

Eh? Islamic and Indian areas?

Falma felt a sense of deja vu from these names that sounded similar to the ones back
at Earth.

Speaking of which, he still hadn’t seen a map of this world yet.

“That’s right. We have to go and greet the people of the Marseille territory soon.”

Falma remembered that the name of the place was the same as France’s Marseille (a
harbor city).

Falma was looking forward to seeing the territory and what kind of people the citizens
that produced the medicinal herbs were.

◊◊◊

With the cooperation of his father and Ellen, Falma was able to acquire all kinds of
tools and equipments necessary to operate the pharmacy.Balance scale, vials,
measuring spoons, medicine wrappers, flask, beakers, medicine cabinet, all kinds
glassware necessary for research, chemicals, medicinal herbs, cauldron, small pots,
writing utensils, etc…

After that, he created the medicines for expected diseases using his substance creation
skill and stuffed them in medicine vials.

Masks, bandages, medical supporter, etc… were ordered from the craftsmen to be
manufactured. From cough drops to salt candies, as well as multi-vitamin wafers were
ordered from the confectionery.

“For the time being, manufacturing these goods are not enough.”

“It’s because our main business should be compounding medicines. You should be
putting up medicines for sale that are made after hearing the requests from the
patients.”

Falma nodded in agreement; he shouldn’t get his priorities backwards.

“I think this is fine too. I don’t think we have time to sell all of them. So, It’s alright if
we take our time selling them slowly.”

Lotte had been watching the situation while helping Falma pack, she seemed to feel a
sense of loneliness.

“Master Falma is so busy these days, right? Are you going to work on the pharmacy
during the day, and come back home at night?”

“I will be back home during the evening.”

Falma didn’t stop his hands from packing stuff.

“Is that so…?”

They hardly ever met these days… And Lotte understood now, that the time she got to
spend with Falma would significantly decrease when the pharmacy opened., She was
dejected and disappointed at this thought.

“If I’m not home during the day, Lotte, you can take a break or take it slowly because
your workload is decreased.”

Falma was really worried about her.

However Lotte had said that she didn’t like being separated from Falma, even though
it would make her busier.

“Because I want to devote myself to compounding medicines and diagnosing illness, I

want to employ someone to handle the general and financial affairs of the pharmacy.”

When Falma was discussing this with Ellen, Lotte had raised her hand instantly.

“Me!”

“Lotte?”

“I recommend myself! I’m good at calculation. My handwriting is beautiful too. I can

clean properly and thoroughly. So I want Master Falma to employ me!”

“You? But you’re only 9 years old!?”

“And you’re only 10 years old, Master Falma.”

Lotte puffed up her small chest with pride. Even though she was just a servant, she
was good at calculation and writing. Despite this, doing the ledger alone was still
impossible, so she tried to appease Falma,

“I don’t mind trivial chores, I want to be helpful to Master Falma! Iー! I, Charlotte, by
all means canー!”

She was speaking with such sparkling eyes, Falma had no chance to refuse her, even
though he thought what she would be doing was basically child labor. He asked
permission from his father to employ Lotte and he was told he could do anything he
liked.

“Well then, I wonder if I can ask you to run errands here and there.”

“You may use me without holding anything back! Please leave it to me!”

Thus, Falma decided to employ both Ellen and Lotte as employees of the pharmacy.

The following morning,

“Oh, Mr. Cedric.”

He was an employee who had a familiar face, he just got his retirement bonus, and
with his luggage all packed up, he was ready to leave. All of the servants had gathered
and handed him a bouquet of flowers to see him off. The man that handled all the
financial affairs for the de Medicis family, his name was Cedric Luneau, and he was a
Baron. Falma met him as he was just about to leave the mansion.

“Master Falma. I, Cedric, am retiring today and I’ve been honored to have served your
family.”

Bruno said he had let Cedric go because he was having trouble in both of his knees
from overworking for a long time. Although being fired was a bit harsh, Bruno let him
go under the purpose of letting him recuperate in the countryside. In addition, it was
said that Cedric also received a small territory from Bruno.

Cedric already said his farewell to Bruno some time ago and was about to finally leave.

“Master Falma and Lord Bruno too, I am grateful to the both of you.”

Nonetheless, Cedric, who was bowing and holding a walking cane, was too young to
retire as he was only in his early 40’s. Falma had started to say his last goodbyes and
Cedric was moved to tears.

“Mr. Cedric, what would you do from now on?”

“I will live quietly in the countryside, since I have the retirement bonus and the
territory I was granted from Lord Bruno. Although I still desire to work in the mansion
despite my knees saying otherwise.”

Cedric miserably said as he patted his knees.

“You still want to work?”

“Very much so.”

“Well, would you like to work together with me?”

“As you can see, my knees are bad, so I won’t be able to walk properly, I will be useless
if I can’t move easily.”

Cedric was rubbing his knees. When Falma used his Diagnosis Eye, there was
inflammation on the so-called knee joints and liquid was accumulating.

“You should be able to work in the store sitting down, and do clerical work. It’s your
specialty, right? Mr. Cedric, you are able to do financial work and know a lot about the
empire’s law. You also know how to make official documents too. Therefore I want to
hire you for your expertise. Also, since I think that your knees will improve to some
extent with medicine, I will prescribe a medicine for it regularly.”

“For you to be able to do that much… Even Lord Bruno didn’t have a medicine to cure
the pain for this knee. Sufficient rest was the only medicine.”

It wasn’t wrong to rest quietly in the bed as a conservative treatment. That’s why
Bruno didn’t give Cedric any medicine.

“I agree that rest is certainly a medicine, but I think I can make you more comfortable.
I can make a compress for you too, but it all depends upon your wish.”

“If you really want to employ me, then by all means!”

Cedric accepted it willingly as he cried.

“I’m counting on you, Mr. Cedric.”

Thus, Cedric was once again hired to help Falma, and continued to work.

Even so, the timing on which his father dismissed Cedric was just too perfect that
Falma suddenly suspected it.

◊◊◊

Several days after the inauguration of the pharmacy, Bruno had returned from his
business trip and called Falma to his study room. He was busily reading a thick book
and was writing something.

“Did the preparations progress well? I heard from Eleonore that everything was going
well.”

“Yes, I deem it is generally progressing well.”

“You may use the family herb garden as long as you don’t completely take it all. Did
you hear about it?”

“Yes, I heard it from Ms. Eleonore.”

Father clapped his hands to call Simon the butler.

“Bring that thing.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

Simon the butler and three servants brought a big box by the order of his father, Falma
braced himself as for what was inside the box. Simon, with a smile, gave the key to
Falma.

“Please open it.”

While being confused, Falma placed his hand on top of the box and unlocked it.

What appeared inside the box were imperial gold coins that were dazzling to the eyes,
the box was filled to the brim.

From his wealthy father, Falma understood that this was quite a fortune.

“With this, please do your best in managing the business. I know that you’re already
receiving financial help from the empire. However, in order to present great work, lots
of money is needed.

His father’s expression was so bright, Falma stared at him in shock.”

“Money will not be an issue anymore.”

However, it was certain that Falma was embarrassed.

“Since you hired Cedric, entrust the money to him, he will manage the assets well. It
would be dangerous if you entrust it to a bank.”

“This is too much to receive.”

“This is really an important time for you, my dear son. Let me be a father once in
awhile.”

“Dear father… this money is the revenue of the family estate.”

Falma didn’t know a lot about the situation of currency in this world, but he wasn’t
mistaken.”

“What? This was supposed to be for your tuition and school expenses to enter Nova
Root Medical University. But you don’t need to go to that university anymore, since
you have the divine oracle of the Medicine God and the badge you got from Her
Majesty too, this already makes you a full-fledged apothecary.”

As Falma was about to say something, his father cut him off.

“I would like to look good in times such as this, this is what being a parent is all about.”

Bruno was touching his beard as he was saying so.

“I thank you very much, dear father. I will use this carefully.”

Falma decided to accept the gift. It was later known that the value of the gift was 1/5
of Bruno’s assets when Cedric checked on it. It seemed like Bruno splurged.

◊◊◊

And thus the Diversis Mundi Pharmacy was fully completed.

The store was a 4 storey tall pharmacy that also served as a laboratory which included
a break room. As for the layout of the store:

The 1st floor was the main store.

It included a counseling room for the customer that also served as the waiting room
and compounding room, It was a functional space.

The interior decor included bright lighting, but because the medicines were sensitive
to light, they were stored in opaque bottles and stored in the medicine cabinet. There
was however, a space to sell goods such as cosmetics, pharmaceutical products and
customized compounded medicines.

The 2nd floor included a lounge and the clinic.

It was the place where all the seriously ill patients, and patients that needed to be
isolated were examined, and where medicine was administered. It was also a place to
take a rest. This floor was also the place to check on a patient’s condition to see if
medical follow-ups were necessary. This floor had one examination room and one
isolation room, both had 4 beds. There was also a bathroom.
The 3rd floor was the break room for the staff.

It had a bed, sofa, living room and dining room. This place was where the staff took
breaks when the pharmacy closed during lunchtime. It also included a kitchen.

And the 4th floor contained the medicine development laboratory. It was a room with
a lock where Falma could devote himself to his research. This was the place where he
developed medicine. The laboratory wasn’t really big, but it had enough space for one
person working. He securely locked it at night.

“Eehh? The pharmacy has a waiting area.”

Ellen saw in amazement, a long sofa, that was very comfortable to sit in, near the
entrance of the shop.

“There would be probably many sick people who needed medicine. That’s why it is
important that they sit down while waiting. It would be easy for them to come and go.”

Of course this concept was not original to this world, it came from Japan.

A water dispenser was placed beside the counter. It would be a free service for the
customers.

“The customers can drink clean water for free? But clean water is not free, you know?”

Ellen opened her eyes wide.

“I didn’t spend money on it.”

“Don’t tell me, it was made from Divine Art?”

Falma nodded in agreement as he drank the water. The water was nice and cold, it was
refreshing to the throat. Lotte got another serving as it was tasty. Falma sighed
through his nose as he had to add more water later, because Lotte was drinking too
much.

“Because I can freely generate water, I can offer it to people that are in need of
rehydration. Clean drinking water is not easily obtainable in this world, so I think I can
use this to attract customers.”

“It’s so simple. Since water made from Divine Art is precious, the commoners don’t
usually have a chance to drink it, so there would definitely be a line of commoners
who would want this water. How about putting the generated water into the bottle
and setting a high price for it?”

“Basically, anyone who use the services or buys medicine in the pharmacy will get to
drink the water. Afterall, a sick person definitely needs clean water to drink.”

Ellen’s impression were that some customers would only come to the shop just for
water.

The rate of returning customers would certainly rise.

“That’s very logical, no shop had done it until now.”

Not good, it’s definitely not good! That was the impression Ellen had,

“Young master, the clothes and shoes you requested are done.”

The shopkeeper from the tailor shop across the street had entered the shop.

“Oh, it’s done?”

As the shopkeeper was welcomed to the pharmacy and was offered some water, Falma
checked the clothes.

“How are the lengths. I made two sets of clothes.”

Falma put his arms through the sleeves on the brand new work clothes. When Lotte
saw him, she clapped her hand in amazement.

“This is just right, thank you!”

Falma paid the bill. He procured a lot of items necessary for establishing the pharmacy
from the shops nearby. This was done instead of doing a simple greeting to them. They
were able to remember his face thanks to this. There was one shopkeeper who came
to the pharmacy once everyday acting as an order taker.

“Master Falma’s clothes looks unusual. But it’s not flashy, even though it’s white and
lovely to look at.”

Lotte was charmed while repeatedly shouting he was fashionable.

Falma received from the tailor a custom tailored white coat uniform that had long
sleeve and straight up collar referred to as Casey type. It was a long white coat for
doing experiments. The crest of the shop was on the shoulder, and the badge with a
golden crown patter, that symbolized the Royal Court Apothecary, was on the collar.
The physicians and apothecaries of this world seemed to wear black coats everyday.
Still, Falma’s white coats would soon become familiar. When doing experiments in the
laboratory on the 4th floor, he would wear a longer white lab coat. When showing up
in the shop, he would take off the longer white lab coat that had been stained with
chemicals.

Since he had no shadow, his snow white coat that was dazzling to the eyes would serve
as camouflage… Somewhat.

“Wearing a white coat does calm me after allー”

Falma was originally a researcher so it was like a work uniform to him. Since, he said
this seriously, Lotte and Ellen looked each other and thought why would he say this if
this was the first time he wore it.

“What are we going to wear?”

It was not necessary for them to wear a white coat, any light colored clothing would
do just as well. Since they made stains more noticeable, Falma ordered sets of clothes
for two people.

However, several days later, Ellen was also wearing a similar white coat with a
standing collar, that was tailored just for her. It perfectly enhanced her body figure to
the fullest. He didn’t know if the tailor made a mistake in the measurement or
intentionally made it a size smaller.

“Ellen had requested a white coat too?”

Ellen explained the reason with a touch of making excuses before Falma could say
something more.

“If everyone’s attire is different, the shop won’t have a sense of unity. So I deemed that
this uniform must be absolutely tailored. So, How do I look?”

“And that’s not all, Lady Eleonore even said that Master Falma’s white coat looked
really cool.”
Lotte revealed to Falma.

“Grrr, Lottelita! I didn’t say it like that.”

Lotte had a functional bright white dress that was tailored for her which included a
frilly apron. Cedric too had a white tunic with an apron. It seemed the Ellen used her
own money for the uniform.

“Oh, that’s nice. It suits everyone.”

“Hehehe. I really love this feeling of tightness!”

Thus with all the preparations ready, the opening day was fast approaching.

Falma gave instructions in front of the three staff members on how to start the
operation of the pharmacy.

“There are a few things I want you to remember before we open the pharmacy to the
public.”

The three people became tense at what was said.

Falma was saying it very seriously.

“First of all, all staff members must take care of their health at all times.”

He reflected back on his past life on how he died from overworking because of too
much zeal, this time he would correct his past mistakes by setting a goal. It would be
a policy that business hours would only be carried out between 9 AM to 5PM, and their
would be two days off per week. There would be winter and summer vacations, and
paid leave of absence as well. Of course, Falma personally pledged too that he wouldn’t
stay up all night researching and developing new medicines.

“That’s right… We shouldn’t overwork ourselves.”

Ellen smiled as if she was a bit worried. Falma nodded.

“There is a saying in a far off country, ‘The art of medicine is a benevolent act. With
this, thou shalt ease the hearts of the people, and assume the role of protector and
savior’”.

“I really like poetry. What country was this poem said from?”

Ellen asked for the source. It was a verse in the book called Yojokun that didn’t exist
in this world. The motto came from the world of his previous life.

“A sick person who comes here will be saved no matter who they are. Assuming we
can’t cure them, we must at least ease their hearts and suffering. I want to work with
that in mind.”

“I see. It is an ideal that must be etched into one’s mind. Are there any specific
objectives for the time being?”

Cedric asked in jest. Then Falma clenched both of his hands tightly.

“I want to raise the average lifespan of the citizens in the Imperial Capital by 10 years,
immediately.”

Falma stared at each of their faces.

Ellen and Cedric’s faces were in disarray and their jaw dropped. Lotte was just staring
blankly as she didn’t know what average life span meant.

“Wha-, What did you say? Increasing the average lifespan? But there is no way to
increase it.”

“We should be able to do it.”

Falma declared. In all seriousness… And Ellen became speechless. Right now, the
average lifespan of the people of this continent was about 50 years old. It was a
number that the nobles had put out.

“What you thought up is really amazing… Your ideas are different from us humans.”

Ellen was frankly impressed as she believed that Falma was the reincarnation go the
Medicine God who descended upon all people to save them, and thought the plan of
this god had begun.
“Just like that. Let’s all get along, everyone.”

Falma held out his hands,

“Yes! Let’s do our best and have fun!”

Lotte answered cheerfully and place her hand on top of Falma’s.

“In order to repay this large debt of gratitude, this old man Cedric will do his best and
be prepared with selfless devotion.”

Cedric rolled up his sleeves and extended his hands while sitting down.

“Yup, however don’t overwork yourself. We want you to work while keeping your
mind and body in check.”

“Ahaha, I made a mistake. You are right!”

“There’s nothing you can do about it now.”

Ellen finally placed her hand to move with the flow.

The next day was clear and sunny.

The opening ceremony of the Diversis Mundi Pharmacy was conducted.

An imperial envoy who was dressed beautifully, read aloud the imperial letter in front
of the shop. At that time, citizens and shopkeepers watched as they were huddling in
the distance.

A brand new silver latticed gate was opened on the wide main street, and two
apothecaries wearing a white coat and two assistants, for a total of 4 people, were
standing in line.

“…Therefore, I would like to say that we believe that we can support a very healthy
lifestyle for all the common people in the Imperial Capital.

No matter how anyone looked at it, the shopkeeper was an apothecary who was no
older than a ten year old child, a Court Apothecary even, introducing himself to all the
citizen present, greeting them without looking at any cue card.

“He seems to be the second son of Archduke de Medicis.”

“What is a grand noble doing in a place like this? Did he got the Imperial Charter and
build the pharmacy using the influence of his parents?”

“He’s using polite speech… I wasn’t aware a noble could have that kind of attitude
towards a commoner.”

“Nobles don’t usually speaks with commoners aside from their servants. Anyway this
is such a long speech. Even if the speech was written by his father, it must have been
hard to memorize it.”

“I don’t feel that this was memorized.”

The citizens were interested in Falma’s speech, because the boy shopkeeper was
emphasizing on the fact that he would focus on the desires of the patient and provide
medical care for patients to live better. What they heard was very new to them. The
speech was over in about 15 minutes. The citizens were all listening until the end.

“Then starting from today, I have the privilege to start my business.”

Their voices melded together.

The pharmacy staff formed a single line and, they deeply bowed together in front of
the citizens.

And said their first greetings.

“Welcome!!!”

The commoners witnessed a radical scene in which a noble bowed down to the
commoners. It became a hot topic in the city for a while.

And thus, in a corner of the Imperial Capital, an out-of-this-world pharmacy was built.

Royal Court Apothecary, Falma de Medicis (10 years old)

First Class Apothecary, Eleonore Bonnefoi (16 years old)

Financial Affairs/Legal Affairs, Cedric Luneau (42 years old)

Secretary/General Affairs, Charlotte Soller (9 years old)

The pharmacy for the masses, was one of the many praises said about the up and
coming pharmacy with an Imperial Charter, Diversis Mundi Pharmacy (DIVERSIS
MUNDI PHARMACY).

Depuis (established) 1145 was subsequently the year that this flagship pharmacy in
the imperial capital was founded.