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Said Ms. Lyra, who had been watching Tilura.
...And yet when I had arrived at the dining hall, not only was the food already prepared, but so was the tea... How exactly did she move around the mansion so quickly...?
It had only been about ten minutes between our return and my arrival here...
âWe should let Tilura rest. Itâs been so long since she was last in town, and she must have become very excited.â
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It was also possible that it was all the training she had been doing since Mr. Ekenhartâs visit.
Training and studying... She had been quite busy recently.
âSo, Mr. Takumi. What are your thoughts after seeing the herbs being sold today?â
âHmm. Iâm fine with leaving everything to Mr. Kalis. He seems to know what he is doing, especially with how he used Leo to attract customers, or how he sold them outside of the store.â
After dinner, Ms. Claire and I sipped our tea and talked about the herbs that were sold in Ractos.
Well, Leo had been a lot more popular than expected, and he had trouble handling all of the children.
âAlso... According to Ms. Anna, there are herb shortages in Ractos now. So I think we can expect the good word to be spread, which will increase the number of customers.â
âYes. As the dukeâs family, we have to deal with this issue of shortages... Still, itâs a good thing that this will help the reputation of your herbs, Mr. Takumi.â
âWell, the real problem is that there are shortages at all.â
A malicious store was selling herbs and medicine of bad quality.
It was because they were sold out at all of the other stores that the citizens had no choice but to rely on the malicious store...
The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed that they were responsible for the shortages.
...Though, it did feel ironic that it was in turn helping the sales of my own herbs.
âIndeed... Iâm sure Sebastian is looking into it, but... This is still a very wicked thing. Selling herbs of low quality to the people.â âI donât know if it was that the timing was on their side, or they were targeting...but there is also the illness. While those at the orphanage are healed, there are too many people in the town to be able to help all of them.â âYes... It would be impossible for you to make enough Ramogi for all of them... We can only hope that it doesnât spread any farther.â âIndeed...â
I answered Ms. Claire, and then started to think about this illness.
The symptoms I had seen at the orphanage resembled that of a cold.
And while it was easily healed with some Ramogi, there was not enough of it.
It would be best if people could avoid getting sick at all...
Hmm? Prevention?
âMs. Claire. Is it not possible to avoid getting sick in the first place?â âAvoid... What do you mean?â
It seems like it wasnât a concept they had here...
Medicine had not advanced much, and they only thought of healing people with medicine after the fact.
âUh, well... In the world that I used to live in...â
And so I told Ms. Claire what little I knew about disease prevention.
When it came to contagious diseases, the reason was usually pathogenic bacteria.
As I wasnât a doctor, and had never studied medicine, I only had a little knowledge. But perhaps it could still be useful.
âI see... So thatâs what they did in your world, Mr. Takumi.â âYes. Washing your hands and rinsing your mouth should be the bare minimum. Also, you should keep your body as clean as possible... And your living space should also be clean.â
I was only able to tell Ms. Claire the basics.
Wash your hands and gargle when coming back into the house... It was stuff you taught children in Japan.
I told her some other things as well, but Ms. Claire acted as if she was hearing it for the first time.
But it was no surprise if they had no concept of prevention here...
âI understand. Iâll have everyone who lives here practice that first. Also...yes...Lyra. Tell this to Sebastian. Heâll ensure that it spreads through the town of Ractos as well.â âCertainly.â
Ms. Lyra bowed once and then left the dining hall.
It might be a little difficult to make everyone in the town do this, but if word came from the dukeâs house, then they may be more inclined to try it.
If we could stop the spreading of the disease even a little, that was a good thing.
After that, I continued to drink tea with Ms. Claire and talk about what could be done.
I didnât know how useful my knowledge would be for other diseases, but it should be effective enough for colds.
âNow, since I rested yesterday, I should do some swinging today.â âWuff?â
Youâre not going to rest? Leo seemed to ask.
Sorry. But I want to make up for resting yesterday.
And I also had to make some extra Ramogi.
And so I went out into the back garden and unsheathed my sword, after bringing it down.
And then I focused on doing a thousand swings as if to make up for the previous day.
âNow I just have to make some Ramogi...â
âMr. Takaumi, I heard about what happened in town today. Please donât push yourself too much...â âOh, this is nothing. Donât worry.â
As I was training, Ms. Lyra voiced her concerns, but it really wasnât anything to worry about.
While I had no clear indicator, I was quite sure that making Ramogi did not require much power at all.
âAll right, itâs done. Ms. Lyra, can you make sure that the servants drink this?â âVery well. It is for this prevention that you were discussing with Lady Claire, I presume.â
Well, something like that.
I wasnât actually sure if drinking it in advance would be effective... After all, the servants had been around Tilura when she was sick.
As there is a latent period, it was possible that there were some people who were already sick and just hadnât shown any symptoms yet.
Thatâs what I thought, even though Ms. Lyra seemed satisfied with the notion that it was for prevention.
âWell, Leo. Letâs go back to our room.â
âWou!â
I said to Leo, who had been watching me train, and then I headed back to the room.
Leo had yawned when replying, and walked behind me sluggishly.
She had gone to town and played with a lot of children, so perhaps she was tired?
It was quite late now, so it was no wonder that she was sleepy.
When we reached the room, Leo quickly curled up into a ball next to my bed and fell asleep.
âGood night, Leo. You did well today.â âWuffff...â
I got into bed and said good night to Leo.
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Only Nate did not bow, but Rebecca lightly stepped on the back of his legs, forcing him to bow.
Seeing him like this reminded me that he is the countryâs first prince.
I usually talk to him without paying attention, but maybe that was very rude.
âI have something I have to tell you all.â
In response to Dukeâs low voice, everyone began to look up. His serious expression created a tense atmosphere.
I wondered what Duke, who was visiting this village for the first time, wanted to tell everyone.....
âNo matter how bad the situation is or how run-down the village is, there are people who say that this is their home. Even if they never want to return to a village like this again, this village will never return to the way it was before. Even if it was a rough place, it is where we all grew up. The memories we had here were not all bad.â
âThereâs no need to make any excuses.â
Duke, who never took his gaze off Rebecca, interrupted her.
I was curious about his behaviour as well, because Duke had never talked so much before. He must be thinking about the villagersâ feelings in his own way.
After a moment, Duke spoke again.
â...This village will be developed and turned into a military base.â
Military Base. ...A military base!?
The topic changed so suddenly that my head couldnât keep up. How many plans had Duke been working on without my knowledge?
While everyone looked surprised, Gramps was still unfazed. I had never seen him in a panic.
Gramps seemed to understand what Duke was thinking.
âYou mean there will be no more records?â
âThatâs what I mean. When one considers the world at large, this countryâs lack of military capability is magnified. Without proper facilities, we canât even strengthen our troops.â
I wondered what kind of country this prince wanted to make of Duelkis Kingdom. I had thought to some extent that I knew what Duke had in mind, but I might have been mistaken.
He was a few steps ahead of me.
People called those who go one step ahead an honor student, and those who go two steps ahead a genius. ...Those who took a few steps ahead were considered freaks. This was how the world was.
âWhat the heck do you want?â
Rebecca stomped on Nateâs foot as hard as she could, and Nate frowned as he asked again.
âWhat is it you want, my prince?â
âI want to keep Alicia to myself.â
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If he wanted to keep Alicia to himself, there would be a discrepancy. The deportation was beyond Dukeâs control.
âAm I the only one who doesnât quite get it?â
Nate looked at Rebecca. She turns her head sideways. It would appear that no one understands what he meant.
Duke continued his story.
âAll I have to do to free Alicia is expand my jurisdiction, which I know Alicia will not like.â
We all guessed from his words. It was because of Alicia that this prince was a prince.
The whole reason Duke was here was for Alicia. His immense magical power, his extraordinary forensic eye, and his intelligence were all for Aliciaâs protection. But he never lets her realize it.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | Those of you who are comfortable with digital stuff and even smug about that relationship might be amused to know that the guy who is best known for "The Way Things Work," while preparing for part of a panel for called Understanding, spent two days trying to get his laptop to communicate with his new CD burner.
Who knew about extension managers?
I've always managed my own extensions so it never even occurred to me to read the instructions, but I did finally figure it out. I had to figure it out, because along with the invitation came the frightening reminder that there would be no projector, so bringing those carousels would no longer be necessary but some alternate form of communication would.
Now, I could talk about something that I'm known for, for many of the more technically minded people here, or I could talk about something I really care about.
I decided to go with the latter.
I'm going to talk about Rome.
Now, why would I care about Rome, particularly?
Well, I went to Rhode Island School of Design in the second half of the '60s to study architecture.
I was lucky enough to spend my last year, my fifth year, in Rome as a student. It changed my life.
Not the least reason was the fact that I had spent those first four years living at home, driving into RISD everyday, driving back.
I missed the '60s. I read about them; I understand they were pretty interesting. I missed them, but I did spend that extraordinary year in Rome, and it's a place that is never far from my mind.
So, whenever given an opportunity, I try to do something in it or with it or for it.
I also make drawings to help people understand things.
Things that I want them to believe I understand.
And that's what I do as an illustrator, that's my job.
So, I'm going to show you some pictures of Rome.
I've made a lot of drawings of Rome over the years.
These are just drawings of Rome. I get back as often as possible -- I need to.
All different materials, all different styles, all different times, drawings from sketchbooks looking at the details of Rome.
Part of the reason I'm showing you these is that it sort of helps illustrate this process I go through of trying to figure out what it is I feel about Rome and why I feel it.
These are sketches of some of the little details.
Rome is a city full of surprises.
I mean, we're talking about unusual perspectives, we're talking about narrow little winding streets that suddenly open into vast, sun-drenched piazzas -- never, though, piazzas that are not humanly scaled.
Part of the reason for that is the fact that they grew up organically.
That amazing juxtaposition of old and new, the bits of light that come down between the buildings that sort of create a map that's traveling above your head of usually blue -- especially in the summer -- compared to the map that you would normally expect to see of conventional streets.
And I began to think about how I could communicate this in book form.
How could I share my sense of Rome, my understanding of Rome?
And I'm going to show you a bunch of dead ends, basically.
The primary reason for all these dead ends is when if you're not quite sure where you're going, you're certainly not going to get there with any kind of efficiency.
Here's a little map. And I thought of maps at the beginning; maybe I should just try and do a little atlas of my favorite streets and connections in Rome.
And here's a line of text that actually evolves from the exhaust of a scooter zipping across the page.
Here that same line of text wraps around a fountain in an illustration that can be turned upside down and read both ways.
Maybe that line of text could be a story to help give some human aspect to this.
Maybe I should get away from this map completely, and really be honest about wanting to show you my favorite bits and pieces of Rome and simply kick a soccer ball in the air -- which happens in so many of the squares in the city -- and let it bounce off of things. And I'll simply explain what each of those things is that the soccer ball hits.
That seemed like a sort of a cheap shot.
But even though I just started this presentation, this is not the first thing that I tried to do and I was getting sort of desperate.
Eventually, I realized that I had really no content that I could count on, so I decided to move towards packaging. I mean, it seems to work for a lot of things.
So I thought a little box set of four small books might do the trick.
But one of the ideas that emerged from some of those sketches was the notion of traveling through Rome in different vehicles at different speeds in order to show the different aspects of Rome.
Sort of an overview of Rome and the plan that you might see from a dirigible.
Quick snapshots of things you might see from a speeding motor scooter, and very slow walking through Rome, you might be able to study in more detail some of the wonderful surfaces and whatnot that you come across.
Anyways, I went back to the dirigible notion. Went to Alberto Santos-Dumont.
Found one of his dirigibles that had enough dimensions so I could actually use it as a scale that I would then juxtapose with some of the things in Rome.
This thing would be flying over or past or be parked in front of, but it would be like having a ruler -- sort of travel through the pages without being a ruler.
Not that you know how long number 11 actually is, but you would be able to compare number 11 against the Pantheon with number 11 against the Baths of Caracalla, and so on and so forth. If you were interested.
This is Beatrix. She has a dog named Ajax, she has purchased a dirigible -- a small dirigible -- she's assembling the structure, Ajax is sniffing for holes in the balloon before they set off.
She launches this thing above the Spanish Steps and sets off for an aerial tour of the city.
Over the Spanish Steps we go.
A nice way to show that river, that stream sort of pouring down the hill.
Unfortunately, just across the road from it or quite close by is the Column of Marcus Aurelius, and the diameter of the dirigible makes an impression, as you can see, as she starts trying to read the story that spirals around the Column of Marcus Aurelius -- gets a little too close, nudges it.
This gives me a chance to suggest to you the structure of the Column of Marcus Aurelius, which is really no more than a pile of quarters high -- thick quarters. Over the Piazza of Saint Ignacio, completely ruining the symmetry, but that aside a spectacular place to visit.
A spectacular framework, inside of which you see, usually, extraordinary blue sky.
Over the Pantheon and the 26-foot diameter Oculus.
She parks her dirigible, lowers the anchor rope and climbs down for a closer look inside.
The text here is right side and upside down so that you are forced to turn the book around, and you can see it from ground point of view and from her point of view -- looking in the hole, getting a different kind of perspective, moving you around the space. Particularly appropriate in a building that can contain perfectly a sphere dimensions of the diameter being the same as the distance from the center of the floor to the center of the Oculus.
Unfortunately for her, the anchor line gets tangled around the feet of some Boy Scouts who are visiting the Pantheon, and they are immediately yanked out and given an extraordinary but terrifying tour of some of the domes of Rome, which would, from their point of view, naturally be hanging upside down.
They bail out as soon as they get to the top of Saint Ivo, that little spiral structure you see there.
She continues on her way over Piazza Navona.
Notices a lot of activity at the Tre Scalini restaurant, is reminded that it is lunchtime and she's hungry.
They keep on motoring towards the Campo de' Fiori, which they soon reach. Ajax the dog is put in a basket and lowered with a list of food into the marketplace, which flourishes there until about one in the afternoon, and then is completely removed and doesn't appear again until six or seven the following morning.
Anyway, the pooch gets back to the dirigible with the stuff.
Unfortunately, when she goes to unwrap the prosciutto, Ajax makes a lunge for it.
She's managed to save the prosciutto, but in the process she loses the tablecloth, which you can see flying away in the upper left-hand corner.
They continue without their tablecloth, looking for a place to land this thing so that they can actually have lunch.
They eventually discover a huge wall that's filled with small holes, ideal for docking a dirigible because you've got a place to tie up.
Turns out to be the exterior wall -- that part of it that remains -- of the Coliseum, so they park themselves there and have a terrific lunch and have a spectacular view.
At the end of lunch, they untie the anchor, they set off through the Baths of Caracalla and over the walls of the city and then an abandoned gatehouse and decide to take one more look at the Pyramid of Cestius, which has this lightning rod on top.
Unfortunately, that's a problem: they get a little too close, and when you're in a dirigible you have to be very careful about spikes.
So that sort of brings her little story to a conclusion.
Marcello, on the other hand, is sort of a lazy guy, but he's not due at work until about noon.
So, the alarm goes off and it's five to 12 or so.
He gets up, leaps onto his scooter, races through the city past the church of Santa Maria della Pace, down the alleys, through the streets that tourists may be wandering through, disturbing the quiet backstreet life of Rome at every turn.
That speed with which he is moving, I hope I have suggested in this little image, which, again, can be turned around and read from both sides because there's text on the bottom and text on the top, one of which is upside down in this image.
So, he keeps on moving, approaching an unsuspecting waiter who is trying to deliver two plates of linguine in a delicate white wine clam sauce to diners who are sitting at a table just outside of a restaurant in the street.
Waiter catches on, but it's too late.
And Marcello keeps moving in his scooter.
Everything he sees from this point on is slightly affected by the linguine, but keeps on moving because this guy's got a job to do.
Removes some scaffolding. One of the reasons Rome remains the extraordinary place it is that because of scaffolding and the determination to maintain the fabric, it is a city that continues to grow and adapt to the needs of the particular time in which it finds itself, or we find it.
Right through the Piazza della Rotonda, in front of the Pantheon -- again wreaking havoc -- and finally getting to work.
Marcello, as it turns out, is the driver of the number 64 bus, and if you've been on the number 64 bus, you know that it's driven with the same kind of exuberance as Marcello demonstrated on his scooter.
And finally Carletto. You see his apartment in the upper left-hand corner.
He's looking at his table; he's planning to propose this evening to his girlfriend of 40 years, and he wants it to be perfect.
He's got candles out, he's got flowers in the middle and he's trying to figure out where to put the plates and the glasses.
But he's not happy; something's wrong.
The phone rings anyway, he's called to the palazzo.
He saunters -- he saunters at a good clip, but as compared to all the traveling we've just seen, he's sauntering.
Everybody knows Carletto, because he's in entertainment, actually; he's in television.
He's actually in television repair, which is why people know him.
So they all have his number.
He arrives at the palazzo, arrives at the big front door.
Enters the courtyard and talks to the custodian, who tells him that there's been a disaster in the palazzo; nobody's TVs are working and there's a big soccer game coming up, and the crowd is getting a little restless and a little nervous.
He goes down to the basement and starts to check the wiring, and then gradually works his way up to the top of the building, apartment by apartment, checking every television, checking every connection, hoping to find out what this problem is.
He works his way up, finally, the grand staircase and then a smaller staircase until he reaches the attic.
He opens the window of the attic, of course, and there's a tablecloth wrapped around the building's television antenna.
He removes it, the problems are solved, everybody in the palazzo is happy.
And of course, he also solves his own problem.
All he has to do now, with a perfect table, is wait for her to arrive.
That was the first attempt, but it didn't seem substantial enough to convey whatever it was I wanted to convey about Rome.
So I thought, well, I'll just do piazzas, and I'll get inside and underneath and I'll show these things growing and show why they're shaped the way they are and so on.
And then I thought, that's too complicated. No, I'll just take my favorite bits and pieces and I'll put them inside the Pantheon but keep the scale, so you can see the top of Sant'Ivo and the Pyramid of Cestius and the Tempietto of Bramante all side by side in this amazing space.
Now that's one drawing, so I thought maybe it's time for Piranesi to meet Escher. You see that I'm beginning to really lose control here and also hope.
There's a very thin blue line of exhaust that sort of runs through this thing that would be kind of the trail that holds it all together.
Then I thought, "Wait a minute, what am I doing?"
A book is not only a neat way of collecting and storing information, it's a series of layers.
I mean, you always peel one layer off another; we think of them as pages, doing it a certain way.
But think of them as layers. I mean, Rome is a place of layers -- horizontal layers, vertical layers -- and I thought, well just peeling off a page would allow me to -- if I got you thinking about it the right way -- would allow me to sort of show you the depth of layers.
The stucco on the walls of most of the buildings in Rome covers the scars; the scars of centuries of change as these structures have been adapted rather than being torn down.
If I do a foldout page on the left-hand side and let you just unfold it, you see behind it what I mean by scar tissue.
You can see that in 1635, it became essential to make smaller windows because the bad guys were coming or whatever.
Adaptations all get buried under the stucco.
I could peel out a page of this palazzo to show you what's going on inside of it.
But more importantly, I could also show you what it looks like at the corner of one of those magnificent buildings with all the massive stone blocks, or the fake stone blocks done with brick and stucco, which is more often the case.
So it becomes slightly three-dimensional.
I could take you down one of those narrow little streets into one of those surprising piazzas by using a double gate fold -- double foldout page -- which, if you were like me reading a pop-up book as a child, you hopefully stick your head into.
You wrap the pages around your head and are in that piazza for that brief period of time.
And I've really not done anything much more complicated than make foldout pages.
But then I thought, maybe I could be simpler here.
Let's look at the Pantheon and the Piazza della Rotonda in front of it.
Here's a book completely wide open.
OK, if I don't open the book the whole way, if I just open it 90 degrees, we're looking down the front of the Pantheon, and we're looking sort of at the top, more or less down on the square.
And if I turn the book the other way, we're looking across the square at the front of the Pantheon.
No foldouts, no tricks -- just a book that isn't open the whole way.
That seemed promising. I thought, maybe I'll do it inside and I can even combine the foldouts with the only partially opened book.
So we get inside the Pantheon and it grows and so on and so forth.
And I thought, maybe I'm on the right track, but it sort of lost its human quality.
So I went back to the notion of story, which is always a good thing to have if you're trying to get people to pay attention to a book and pick up information along the way.
"Pigeon's Progress" struck me as a catchy title.
If it was a homing pigeon, it would be called "Homer's Odyssey."
But it was the journey of the ... I mean, if a title works, use it. But it would be a journey that went through Rome and showed all the things that I like about Rome.
It's a pigeon sitting on top of a church.
Goes off during the day and does normal pigeon stuff. Comes back, the whole place is covered with scaffolding and green netting and there's no way this pigeon can get home.
So it's a homeless pigeon now and it's going to have to find another place to live, and that allows me to go through my catalog of favorite things, and we start with the tall ones and so on.
Maybe it has to go back and live with family members; that's not always a good thing, but it does sort of bring pigeons together again.
And I thought, that's sort of interesting, but maybe there's a person who should be involved in this in some way.
So I kind of came up with this old guy who spends his life looking after sick pigeons.
He'll go anywhere to get them -- dangerous places and whatnot -- and they become really friends with this guy, and learn to do tricks for him and entertain him at lunchtime and stuff like that.
There's a real bond that develops between this old man and these pigeons.
But unfortunately he gets sick. He gets really sick at the end of the story.
He's taught them to spell his name, which is Aldo.
They show up one day after three or four days of not seeing him -- he lives in this little garret -- and they spell his name and fly around.
And he finally gets enough strength together to climb up the ladder onto the roof, and all the pigeons, a la Red Balloon, are there waiting for him and they carry him off over the walls of the city.
And I forgot to mention this: whenever he lost a pigeon, he would take that pigeon out beyond the walls of the city.
In the old Roman custom, the dead were never buried within the walls.
And I thought that's a really cheery story.
. That's really going to go a long way.
So anyway, I went through ... And again, if packaging doesn't work and if the stories aren't going anywhere, I just come up with titles and hope that a title will sort of kick me off in the right direction.
And sometimes it does focus me enough and I'll even do a title page.
So, these are all title pages that eventually led me to the solution I settled on, which is the story of a young woman who sends a message on a homing pigeon -- she lives outside the walls of the city of Rome -- to someone in the city.
And the pigeon is flying down above the Appian Way here.
If you see the red line, you are seeing the trail of the pigeon; if you don't see the red line, you are the pigeon.
And it becomes necessary and possible, at this point, to try to convey what that sense would be like of flying over the city without actually moving.
Past the Pyramid of Cestius -- these will seem very familiar to you, even if you haven't been to Rome recently -- past the gatehouse.
This is something that's a little bit unusual.
This pigeon does something that most homing pigeons do not do: it takes the scenic route, which was a device that I felt was necessary to actually extend this book beyond about four pages.
So, we circle around the Coliseum, past the Church of Santa Maria in Cosmedin and the Temple of Hercules towards the river.
We almost collide with the cornice of the Palazzo Farnese -- designed by Michelangelo, built of stone taken from the Coliseum -- narrow escape.
We swoop down over the Campo de' Fiori.
This is one of those things I show to my students because it's a complete bastardization -- a denial of any rules of perspective.
The only rule of perspective that I think matters is if it looks believable, you've succeeded.
But you try and figure out where the vanishing points meet here; a couple are on Mars and a couple of others in Cremona.
But into the piazza in front of Santa Maria della Pace, where invariably a soccer game is going on, and we're hit by a soccer ball.
Now this is a terrible illustration of being hit by a soccer ball.
I have all the pieces: there's Santa Maria della Pace, there's a soccer ball, there's a little bit of a bird's wing -- nothing's happening, so I had to rethink it.
And if you do want to see Santa Maria della Pace, these books are really flexible, incredibly interactive -- just turn it around and look at it the other way.
Through the alley, we can see the impact is captured in the red line.
And then bird manages to pull itself together past this medieval tower -- one of the few remaining medieval towers -- towards the church of Sant'Agnese and around the dome looking down into Piazza Navona -- which we've already mentioned and seen and flown over a couple of times; there's the Bernini statue of the Four Rivers -- and then past the wonderful Borromini Sant'Ivo, stopping just long enough on the 26-foot diameter Oculus
of the Pantheon to catch our breath.
And then we can swoop inside and around; and because we're flying, we don't really have to worry about gravity at this particular moment in time, so this drawing can be oriented in any way on the page.
We get a little exuberant as we pass Gesu; it's not surprising to sort of mimic the architecture in this way.
Past the wonderful wall filled with the juxtaposition that I was talking about; beautiful carvings set into the walls above the neon "Ristorante" sign, and so on.
And eventually, we arrive at the courtyard of the palazzo, which is our destination.
Straight up through the courtyard into a little window into the attic, where somebody is working at the drawing board.
He removes the message from the leg of the bird; this is what it says.
As we look at the drawing board, we see what he's working on is, in fact, a map of the journey that the pigeon has just taken, and the red line extends through all the sights.
And if you want the information, so that we complete this cycle of understanding, all you have to do is read these paragraphs.
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This had happened in the past.
It was the very last conversation that she had had with her creator and also a memory that she was unable to erase even now.
That conversation happened on the day Mizar was defeated in the battle against the Demon King and during the time he was frail and weak. That was when he confessed to Libra.
âHonestly... deep down, I think I should have been aware that I was mistaken. Deep within me, there was something that I couldnât quite figure out, some... sense of duty or fear which felt like itâd been placed there by someone else. My heart was constantly ringing an alarm, causing me to hesitate. But I didnât even notice it. âIâm right. Ruphas is wrong.â ... I was caught up in those delusions and ended up betraying my friend.â
His arms were no longer thick like they used to be. Instead, they were thin and frail. Furthermore, his arms from the elbows onwards had been turned into cold and lifeless artificial arms.
His face was pale, lifeless and devoid of any willpower.
Libra was expressionless as ever as she looked down on him lying on his side, as she dutifully spent her time together with her parent during his last moments.
âLibra, donât become like me. Keeping your duty in mind is fine. Thinking about the reason behind your existence is also fine... but if you ever lose your way, listen to what your heart is saying. Ask yourself if what youâre doing at that moment is right... if itâs really the path you yourself wanted to take. Just take a moment and think it through, at least once... I was... unable to do just that...â
âMizar-sama, I donât have this âheartâ that you speak of.â
âNo, you do... you have a heart. I mean... look. Even though I didnât give you any orders, youâre taking such dutiful care of me during my final moments. None of the other golems are doing such a thing.â
â............â
Mizar took hold of Libraâs hand with his trembling hands.
What should have been warm hands which had created a countless number of inventions in the past were no longer present.
The only thing that was present in that place were cold and manufactured hands just like Libraâs.
Without any intention or purpose in mind, Libra returned his action by tightly clenching her hands around his.
âItâll be alright, Libra... You can choose. Even if youâre not ordered to, you can choose what you want to do with your own free will... I believe that you possess... what no other alchemist in Midgard... not even that Ruphas, could create... the thing called a âheartâ... After all... you are... my masterpiece (daughter)...â
â And so, the scales were rattled.
To lean to the right would have been correct. To lean to the left would have been wrong.
Before anyone had noticed, the loads on each side of the scales had become of equal weight.
The battle which would determine the fate of the world had entered its climax. At this moment, arguably the source of everything, Ruphas, was standing off against the one who controlled all of the ouroboroses.
The ones who were standing in Ruphasâs way were Dina and Libra... Both of whom had stood alongside Ruphas as her subordinates until just a while ago.
But things were different now. Dina was now under the control of the Goddess, and Libra stood alongside her as a result of the very reason for her existence.
âYouâve finally come.â
Ruphas spoke with a chilly voice as she looked at the two of them.
From the very beginning, she had predicted that things would turn out this way. She had very clearly understood that the two of them would stand in her way as enemies sooner or later.
That was why she was not surprised. All she felt was a firm determination.
She wasnât going to say something cheesy like, âGive them back to meâ. Instead, she would just take them for herself.
It was irrelevant to her that they were the Goddessâs avatar and doll.
One could say that it was a very tyrannical determination. But that was how determined Ruphas was right now.
âIndeed. It was about time I got bored of letting you play around, you see. So shall we have you put an end to it now?â
With Dinaâs appearance. With Dinaâs voice.
The Goddess fixed her cold eyes on Ruphas and spoke.
But Ruphas laughed in return as if she was ridiculing the whole situation.
âYou speak as if you could have sorted everything out whenever you wanted to. But arenât we here because you couldnât?â
âNo, I really could have, actually. If I wanted to, I could have erased you at any time. Itâs just that I held back a little.â
They both had an expression of complacency.
Neither side doubted their chance at victory. Neither side considered even for a moment that they might be the one who would end up losing.
Ruphas casually flexed her fingers and cracked her joints all the while the Goddess clenched her fist and gathered mana around it.
Although Aigokeros had collected all of the mana in the surroundings, such a thing was unrelated to her.
Now that she had a connection with the Goddess herself, the mana that Dina was gathering came from outside of the universe that they were in. It was supplied directly from the Goddess, and the amount of power that she could exhibit was effectively infinite.
In front of that Goddess, Libra stepped in the way. As if to directly reciprocate that action, Scorpius came to stand in front of Ruphas.
âWhy donât you wait for a moment? Does a mere traitor like you think you have the right to fight against Ruphas-sama, hmm? Against someone like you, this mistress is more than enough.â
âScorpius. Iâve already analysed all of your abilities, movements and weaknesses. You have no chance of winning. This statement is made after taking into consideration that you are currently level .â
âHuh? Those are some big statements, arenât they? Why donât you try it then!?â
One of Libraâs arms was currently a blade, and she was merged with a support golem that resembled Astraea on her back.
It was... not the original Astraea. The original was designed by Ruphas, and in preparation for the worst-case scenario, was set to obey Ruphasâs orders rather than Libraâs. As a consequence, Libra was unable to use Astraea at this moment.
As a result, this was most likely a piece of equipment bestowed upon Libra by the Goddess.
The wings on this one were black, unlike the original, and the cannons on the back were the type that condensed and fired mana in the form of a concentrated mana laser.
There were more mana cannons equipped around her lower back, but these were the type which fired mana as projectile bullets. All in all, it lacked any form of originality and there was barely any difference compared to the original Astraea, such that it would not be wrong to call it a copy-and-paste item.
Having said that, it would be appropriate to assume that this new oneâs performance surpassed that of the originalâs.
Scorpius also similarly had a weapon which had been bestowed upon her by Ruphas in her hands. The two of them were staring each other down as if they were rival cats and dogs.
âTssyaaaa!â
Without waiting for a signal to begin, Scorpius transitioned into an attack.
Her retractable weapon in the shape of a scorpionâs pincers flew towards Libra, who took off into the sky.
Two compressed mana bullets were shot downwards from the cannons on Libraâs waist, gorging into the earth below.
âLooks like theyâve started. Well, shall we observe them first?â
âBy the way, I just wanted to ask you something... How do you feel? How does it feel to be betrayed by someone you believed was loyal to you?â
â... The answer to that... Iâll give it to you later.â
Even while the Goddess and Ruphas spoke, the battle continued.
Scorpius jumped out from the dust cloud. She controlled her hair freely, shooting it towards Libra.
But Libra used the blade on her left arm to repel it, then instantly pointed all of the cannons on her right arm, shoulder and waist towards Scorpius.
It was an all-out barrage without restraint. The five rays of light which she fired travelled straight towards Scorpius, but Scorpius was yanked away from the position as if she was pulled away by some force.
By stabbing her weapon into the ground and retracting that, she was able to pull herself away from that position.
Immediately after landing on the ground, she circled around to Libraâs back.
She then breathed poison gas from her mouth... but as Libra was a golem, it was only natural that there was no effect on Libra.
Cutting through the poison fog, Libra closed in on Scorpius. Libraâs blade and Scorpiusâs unique weapon collided with one another, and sparks flew from the impact.
When the impact repelled them from one another, they disappeared simultaneously, but Ruphas and the Goddess still chased the twoâs movements with their eyes.
The two of them were moving at a very rapid speed, such that they appeared as if they were simply shadowy blobs, and the ground exploded shortly after the shadows collided with one another.
At this moment, Libra charged in to attack at her top speed. Scorpius in return decided to accept the attack directly from the front. Then... the impact.
With the two of them as the centre, a blast of wind projected outwards and the ground below shattered and caved in.
The attack this time turned into a battle of pure strength where neither side was willing to give in, as the two of them took appropriate positions to see it through to the end. Incidentally, the twoâs line of sight intersected with one another.
âLibra... Iâve never liked you from the beginning, but Iâve always acknowledged the loyalty that you had towards Ruphas-sama. So itâs really a shame... That someone like you would fall to the point where youâd become a doll for the third-rate Goddess.â
âA third-rate!?â
âScorpius... Indeed, Alovenus-sama does often act third-rate as if itâs the most normal thing in the world. I wonât deny that.â
âNo way, please deny it!â
âBut I was her tool from the very beginning... Thereâs no way I could have fallen anywhere. I was as low as I could have been from the beginning. Nothing more.â
âAs low as you could have been!? ... What? Is that what you think of serving under me!?â
A blade made out of light and Scorpiusâs special weapon clashed with one another. The moment the reaction force from the impact rebounded their own attacks, they would immediately move on to their next attacks.
Twice, thrice, and for the fourth time... each individual hit was supported by the full force of their might, and the small number of attacks was a testament to that force.
On every impact, a shockwave was sent out, blowing away everything in the vicinity.
Had there been any cities still left on Midgard, they would have been turned into empty and barren lands from these shockwaves.
âHeh? What are you trying to say? Even though you were sticking so closely to Ruphas-sama all the time, were you just acting the whole time?â
âIt wasnât technically an act. At the very least, during those times, I had recognised Ruphas-sama as my master.â
âArenât you saying it quite clearly yourself, hmm?â
âI would like to warn you that itâs a waste of time if you are hoping to make me have a change of heart. After all, I have no emotions.â
This time, when the two partiesâ blades intersected, blood flowed out from Scorpiusâs cheek.
As they had been travelling and fighting together until recently, Libra was already aware of Scorpiusâs movements and habits.
Notwithstanding that Scorpius was in a disadvantageous position in terms of attribute, defeating Libra when she had collected and analysed all necessary data would be no easy feat.
Libra then flew up high into the sky and disappeared due to the distance she had created.
Right afterwards, as if there was an air raid, small guided missiles came pouring down like a hailstorm.
One after another, the missiles barraged the ground. Scorpius was pursued by repeated explosions.
Within the storm of explosions, Ruphas lightly flicked away the missiles which erroneously came flying towards her location with the back of her hand. Similarly, the Goddess also retained her composure and kept the missiles away from her with just a simple shield.
âIâve always hated how youâre always so pretentious!â
Scorpius wildly spun her weapon around and mowed down everything in the air.
All the missiles, which were falling down, were caught by this action and ended up exploding midair.
She then leapt up into the air. She got above Libraâs position and then kicked her down.
But Libra used her arm to guard against the kick, and as a result, it did not result in a direct hit.
Yet the force behind the kick was still enough to drop Libra all the way down to the surface. Right before hitting the ground, Libra managed to halt and launch herself back up.
Dodging and parrying the mana bullets and mana lasers that Libra fired, Scorpius swung her weapon.
But Libra managed to avoid Scorpiusâs attacks by flying around in the air then proceeded to step down on Scorpiusâs head and swatted her down.
âIs that so? Iâve also never liked how you acted.â
Libra replied in a chilly voice but noticed the oddity in her words right afterwards.
Liked...? What do I mean, liked?
Iâm unrelated to something like that. To like or to hate, something vague like that is irrelevant to how I behave.
The principle behind my actions is the reason for my existence. I was made so that I will do what I am doing, that is all there is to it.
My will has no role to play in my decisions. To begin with, I donât have an ego or a will that can intervene in my decision-making process.
But... yes. I most likely had never viewed Scorpius positively.
She always stuck right next to Ruphas and she asserted that it was her rightful spot.
She would always sneak into Ruphasâs room at night but I would drive her back. Yet she never learnt her lesson. She would do the same thing every night.
Towards someone like that, I...
... I... what? Could it be that I âhated herâ?
Thatâs impossible. I was not made to be able to feel emotion.
Is there a glitch in my thought processor...? No, itâs very much normal. There are no abnormalities. Did Ruphas-sama plant something in its place? No, there are no traces of such a thing.
âLibra, what are you doing!? Finish her off!â
â... Understood, Alovenus-sama.â
After receiving Alovenusâs command, Libra selected her attack.
Now that Scorpius was level , her HP reserve had increased. Even at this point in the battle, it was still higher than 100 000... she could not be killed in a single hit by Brachium.
However, if Libra was able to hit Scorpius with Brachium at this point, it would put her in a very advantageous position. It might even give her the momentum to allow her to push to the end.
As such, the most optimal attack that she could select at this point was Brachium. All she had to do was weaken Scorpius right now and then finish her off afterwards.
But the instant when she was about to fire the attack, Libra somehow recalled that time from two hundred years ago... and when she had reunited with Ruphas in that tomb all the way until today.
â... Full Burst!â
Libra simultaneously fired everything from all of her muzzles as an all-out barrage.
Wrong, this is wrong. This is not the most optimal choice.
Just as one would have expected, Scorpius dodged all of the attacks which were raining down on her. She then extended her weapon out towards Libra.
Libra avoided this attack and then created some distance.
âWhatâs wrong, Libra? Are you not going to use Brachium? If I were you, I would have used Brachium at that moment and ended the battle.â
â... Are you not going to stop it? If I had done that, there was a high probability that Scorpius would have lost the battle and died as a result.â
âAre you wanting me to stop you?â
Libra questioned Ruphas, but Ruphas responded to her with a question of her own.
What kind of a stupid question is she asking? Of course, thereâs no way Iâd ask the enemy to stop me from finishing off my opponent.
But why was it...? For some reason, Libra was unable to say that out loud.
She was unable to understand why herself. Was she broken?
âLet me ask you something, Libra. Why do you think Iâve been letting you do whatever you wanted to up until now?â
â... You just simply didnât notice it... was not the case, I see.â
âIndeed, I noticed it. Ever since two hundred years ago, in fact. Thatâs why I didnât inform you of my plans as I did Dina. Itâs also for the same reason I didnât entrust you with the sealing of the ouroboroses.â
âThen why?â
âI wanted you to learn, thatâs all.â
Ruphas smiled as she talked.
âLibra, youâre the most amazing golem. But even then, you lack something.â
âI lack... something, you say?â
âThatâs right. You lack a heart. You are Mizarâs masterpiece, but even with his skill, he wasnât able to give you a heart.â
A heart... that was something that no golem could ever have.
A golemâs specifications could be increased depending on how it was constructed. They could even be given high thought-processing functions.
But there would still be no heart or emotion.
Its decision making process would prioritise whether something was correct or not. Whether it was to the benefit or the detriment of its master.
Whether it would be in line with the order it had received or not. That was all there was to it.
There was no room for something vague such as their likes and dislikes or their personal opinions to come into play at any time during the decision making process.
âLibra, right now, your master is the Goddess. If you wish to act in accordance with the reason for your existence as a golem, then the correct thing for you to do would be to follow the Goddessâs command. Having said that, let me say this to you and your budding heart of yours. I say this to you not as a doll, but as Libra. ... Come back, Libra. Youâre on our side. I need your service.â
âWhat a foolish thing to say.â
Libra pointed all of her muzzles towards Ruphas.
All she had to do was fire. All she had to do was fire and show Ruphas that they had gone their own separate ways. It was a simple thing to do.
Yet, in the face of such a simple thing, why was she hesitating? As a golem, was this not the point where she would fire without any qualms?
No, even before such a question, she was strange from the very beginning.
If she had truly wanted to kill Taurus, then hadnât she had more than enough opportunities to finish him off?
Although Pollux and Castor had caught up with her, with her stats increased, she should have had more than sufficient strength to finish off Taurus at that time.
Aries had turned his back on her numerous times. How many opportunities had she had where she was able to kill him?
How many times had Virgo been defenceless against her? There were even times when only the two of them had been alone without Ruphas. So why had she not taken any action?
A part of her memory was missing... was not an excuse that she could use. After all, golems would always follow through with their masterâs command. As a consequence, even if they had no recollection of receiving the command, their actions would still be for the sake of fulfilling the order given to them by their master.
... So why was it that the whole time, she had been pretending to not realise that she had been ordered to âinfiltrate and sabotage the enemy from the insideâ?
At this point, she recalled Ariesâs smile, full of the faith that he had in her.
The countless days they had travelled together after reuniting with one another in that tomb. The voices of her comrades. Mizarâs grief.
Those times had brought forth something within Libra.
âLibra... you, do you even realise what kind of face youâre making?â
â... Of course I do. Itâs a face which is ridiculing you guys... are you not able to see it?â
When Libra was with Ruphas and the rest, she was always expressionless.
With that consideration in mind, for her to be showing an expression of scorn itself could be thought of as a display of emotion.
But Scorpius laughed it off.
âYeah, thatâs right. That must be an expression that was taught to you by the Goddess... but I wonder why. To this mistress, it feels like your current expression is far more of a mask than usual. Almost as if youâre wearing a mask with a fixed expression on your face. You just look so pathetic.â
Scorpius closed in on Libra without minding her defence, then grabbed Libra by her collar and lifted her off the ground.
âCome back, you fool! I really, really hate you, but Iâm so sick and tired of how pathetic you are right now that I donât even feel like competing with you!â
The Libra that Scorpius knew of was always expressionless.
Despite her always remaining expressionless and acting as if she had absolutely no emotion, she would always station herself close to Ruphas and hog the spot as if it was her rightful place. Libra was fixated on that position more than anyone else.
When this happened, Libra erased the sneering expression on her face and then looked back into Scorpiusâs eyes with an ice-cold expression.
Libra made that statement with a dry and emotionless voice then slammed the back of her fist into Scorpiusâs face and forcibly pushed her away.
With this attack, Scorpiusâs HP dipped below 100 000. As a result, Scorpius could now be finished off with one hit.
With how things had developed, there was no longer any reason for Libra to hesitate firing Brachium.
Should she fire the skill, it would definitively end the battle. There was no option of not firing it.
Libra locked onto Scorpius and then closed her eyes.
â The scales then rattled.
Before anyone had noticed, the loads on each side of the scales had become of equal weight.
They rattled, they rattled, and they rattled...
... And eventually, they stopped rattling.
Even after reuniting for the first time in two hundred years, the Seven Heroesâ coordination was perfect.
It was as if there had never been a blank period in the first place and they had been fighting together as a team until just yesterday. That was just how fluid their movements were.
Benetnash would be the one to charge into the vanguard and disrupt the enemy. Dubhe and Alioth would then push the front line with great vigour and pressure the enemy lines.
During this time, Megrez and Phecda would use their arcane magic and long-range physical attacks respectively to provide supporting fire all the while Merak swiftly dealt with the enemy attacks.
Mizar would then observe the battlefield and, depending on the situation they were in, would either supplement their offence or their defence.
In the past, they challenged the Moon Ouroboros whilst lacking Benetnash and ended up losing.
Although they had certainly lost against the Moon Ouroboros with their abilities, was that all there was to it?
The guilt of betraying their friend and the resulting urge to self-destruct... it was simply impossible to assert that they felt no subconscious thoughts of wanting to lose or get hurt.
And... when they entered a battle with those mindsets, they were far from being able to display their true abilities.
If they were seeking punishment and defeat somewhere deep in their minds, even if they thought they were fighting seriously, it was impossible for them to display their true abilities.
But this time was different. This time for sure, they were fighting for the sake of their friend.
For the purpose of clearing away their debts, they returned and stood on the battlefield once more.
As a result, their morale was sky-high. They thought that this time for sure, they would display the true abilities of themselves... of the Seven Heroes... to the ouroboros.
âBy the way, Mizar. If I recalled correctly, there was a golem that you made within the Twelve Heavenly Stars... isnât that kinda bad? I mean, if you think about it, when you were making that golem, we were pretty messed up because of the Goddess. We were like... that... right?â
âYouâre right, itâs kinda bad. I left the order which was in the Selection Scales entirely untouched when I made it. The master of the golem is still the Goddess.â
âOi!â
While providing support from the back, Phecda became curious about the topic and asked Mizar a question. The answer that he received affirmed his suspicions.
It was not merely at the point of âkinda badâ. The chance of Libra betraying Ruphas was effectively set in stone.
However, no concern could be seen on Mizarâs face.
There was no fear that his creation would strike his own friend.
âWell... whatever, thereâs no need to worry about it. Right before I died, I saw potential in Libra. Even though I didnât give her any orders to do so, she took care of me and stayed beside me during my final moments... A normal golem canât do something like that.â
Mizar firmly believed what he had said and he said so with pride.
If a golem was able to select what to do based on their own will irrespective of the commands they received or the reason for their existence, then they could no longer be considered a tool.
They would have become an entity of their own, with the only difference being that their body was metallic rather than flesh.
If what Mizar believed was true, it would mean that, at that time, he would be proven to be the best golem creator in Midgard.
Mizar was hoping for... believing in the moment when Libra would be truly âcompletedâ.
âItâll all be fine. Sheâs able to decide for herself... after all, sheâs my masterpiece (daughter)!â
ââ Alovenus-sama, I apologise.â
While keeping her eyes closed, she apologised to her master.
After all, there was far too much weight on her left beam.
Even though she should have leaned to the right side, her scales were no longer rocking back and forth.
âIt seems I am a failed product.â
âEh?â
When she had recognised Alovenus as her true master, she had tried to call her âmasterâ, but for some reason, she had corrected herself right afterwards.
From then onwards, she continued to refer to Alovenus as âAlovenus-samaâ.
Even though she was able to call Ruphas her âmasterâ so easily, she could not understand why she was behaving in this way.
âMy lady, I am unable to make myself want to call you âmasterâ.â
Libra unequipped the Astraea which had been bestowed upon her by the Goddess, then pointed her muzzle at the Goddess.
She then fired a farewell shot at her original master to indicate her choice.
She corrupted the memory that the Goddess was her true master, this time on her own accord... then deleted it to make sure that it would not return.
The scales had leaned to the wrong side completely. It would not swing back to the other side ever again.
The scales, which were broken, would never work again. It leaned to one side according to its own will and it broke itself, also according to its own will.
... Correction. It did not become broken.
In all likelihood, Libra was incomplete until this point. Irrespective of how complete she looked in the eyes of a third party, if the creator said that she was yet to be completed, then she was incomplete.
And now... yes, now, she was âcompletedâ.
Until this point, Libra of the [Scales] in the Tyrannical Twelve Heavenly Stars was not a complete golem... but just now, she had been completed.
Watching the whole scene as it transpired, Ruphas smiled in satisfaction and then spoke towards the Goddess, who still looked dumbfounded.
âOh yeah, I havenât given you the answer to your question. But before that... By the way, I just wanted to ask you something... How do you feel right now?â
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Every day, during this time, they were staying on the rooftop. Students werenât supposed to be there, but using the mana of light attribute to jump, they were able to come here every day.
They also did their rd and th hour training here. The reason is, they were able to escape from the othersâ eyes here.
After he dominated Brick during the practical training, the classmates showed even more interest in his persona.
And if the target of their attention is always with the first beauty of the academy, they just couldnât let it go.
ãListen, Yua. Will you participate in the qualifiers of the Leiria Magic Tournament? ã
ãI wonât....But if Seiya wants to, I will....ã
Yuaâs answer was the same as Seiyaâs. There, Seiya asked about the previous tournament.
ãWhat did you do in the previous year?ã
After thinking for a while, Yua answered.
ãDidnât participate....ã
ãI didnât have any teammates.....ã
Seiya felt a sense of affinity with Yua, who didnât participate because of the same reason. Thinking that it is a big chance, Seiya told his intentions.
ãIâm thinking of participating in the qualifiers, will you participate with me?ã
Yua immediately accepted the proposal. The first teammate was secured, the next was Lily.
The two immediately departed for the traineeâs classroom, once it was a time for the lunch break.
Once Lily noticed Seiya and Yua, she swiftly ran toward them, following after her, Nari too approached them with a greeting.
ãSeiya! Big sister! ã
ãAh, senpai, Yua-san. Greetingsã
Lily cheerfully called out to them, while Nari greeted them politely.
ãYo, how about a lunch together?ã
ãIâll go!ã
ãIs it fine for me too?ã
Seiya invited them for a lunch. Lily answered at a light speed, but Nari seemed to be holding herself back. To such a Nari, Seiya said.
ãDonât worry. This way, Lily will have a good time tooã []ãUnderstood. Please allow me to accompany youã
Nari answered with a formal attitude. Apparently, she was still nervous before Seiya, who was older than she was.
Directed at these four, were the jealous gazes of the male trainees.
There was no one who wasnât aware of Yuaâs beauty, and Lily as well was a once in a generation beauty.
If only this was the end, but there was also the cute neighbor girl Nari.
And the blonde blue-eyed youth was about to have lunch with them. Not just that, the beauties seemed to be well behaved around him.
From the standpoint of a male, you couldnât not be jealous of him.
However, ignoring the gazes of the male audience, Seiya went away with them to have a lunch.
The four came to the same restaurant as the last time. Although it was a lunch break, there were precisely four vacant seats, so they managed to find a place without a problem.
Seiya took his seat first, Yua sat next to him, Lily sat across and Nari next to Lily.
Four people ordered as soon as they sat down. Seiya and Yua ordered pasta, Lily and Nari ordered a hamburger. The waiter received their order and swiftly left.
While Seiya waited for the food to be brought, he asked Lily about the Leiria Magic Tournament.
ãLily, do you know about the Leiria Magic Tournament?ã
ãWhat is that?ã
Sure enough, Lily didnât know anything. She just recently left the Great Dalis Canyon, her lack of knowledge is understandable.
Thatâs why Seiya briefly explained about the Leiria Magic Tournament.
ãIt is a tournament to decide the strongest student magician in this kingdomã
ãHee~ã
Lily answered as such, she clearly didnât understand a thing. Seiya thought about explaining it to the adult version and proceeded with the conversation.
ãMe and Yua are going to participate, will you join us?ã
ãBig sister too?ã
ãThen I will too!ã
Hearing that Seiya and Yua were participating, she immediately responded positively. With this, the team members were decided, while Seiya thought that, Nari, sitting next to Lily, asked a question.
ãIs it fine, senpai?ã
ãWith what?ã
Seiya, who didnât get what she mean, asked for the details.
ãEtto, I was asking if it is okay to include a traineeã
ãAre they prohibited from entering in the Arsenia Magic Academy?ã
Seiya, who knew Lilyâs real strength, thought that he understood what Nari meant. Nari however, thought that she was getting weird and worriedly said the reason.
ãWrong. You have the ability to finish off Brick-senpai in a second, and also Yua-san by your side. Maybe you arenât willing to join the othersâ teams? ã
Hearing her, Seiya understood that the rumors already reached the trainees. At the same time, he finally comprehended what she meant.
Nari thought that they approached Lily because of lack of people.
Nari didnât know about Lilyâs identity as an Undine, as well as her ability.
Thatâs why Seiya dissolved her misunderstanding.
ãYou are wrong, Nari. We do not want her to fill the numbers, we want her because of her ability. Lily is unexpectedly strongã
ãThatâs right! Lily is strong! ã
ãSo it was like that. Please excuse meã
Towards the apologizing Nari, Seiya said to not worry about it. This time, Seiya asked Nari.
ãBy the way, Nari. Is the rumor about me still spreading? ã
ãRumors about Brick-senpai?ã
ãThatâs rightã
Seiya had no choice but to worry about the rumors. If there are some strange rumors around, he needs to resolve it fast.
ãYes, it spread pretty fast. In the Arsenia Magic Academy, Brick is considered an outstanding individual, some people in the fan club even call him a teacher. Senpai, who destroyed such a Brick in a second, is greatly admired amongst the traineesã
Apparently, part of the trainee boys considers Seiya a hero. Most likely, some of them experienced the same as Connie.
At the same time, he was convinced. Amongst the stares back then, there was adoration mixed with jealousy.
After a while, the food arrived. The four had a fun lunch and returned to the academy.
ãSorry, senpai. I was treated againã
ãDonât mind. Donât slack off in the afternoon, you twoã
ãYesã
ãUn! ã
Having said so, they spit up, and Seiya and Yua headed for their classroom.
ãHey, Yua. Is it fine if we finish with the registration today? ã
On the way to the classroom, Seiya made a proposal.
ãThen, letâs finish it after schoolã
ãThat is fine too....ã
She said so and entangled her arm with Seiyaâs. The afternoon classes continued.
After school, Seiya, Yua, Lily, and Nari, before going home, successfully finished their registration.
Qualifications entry number Kiritsuna Seiya, second year
Yua Arunia, second year
Lily Arunia, trainee
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And one night, the couple went out for a romantic restaurant meal.
They were on their way home, and they were pulled over by a police officer.
You see, Titus' car sort of resembled a car that was driven earlier in the evening by a man who raped a female hitchhiker, and Titus kind of resembled that rapist.
So the police took a picture of Titus, they put it in a photo lineup, they later showed it to the victim, and she pointed to Titus' photo.
She said, "That one's the closest."
The police and the prosecution proceeded with a trial, and when Steve Titus was put on trial for rape, the rape victim got on the stand and said, "I'm absolutely positive that's the man."
And Titus was convicted.
He proclaimed his innocence, his family screamed at the jury, his fiancÊe collapsed on the floor sobbing, and Titus is taken away to jail.
So what would you do at this point?
What would you do?
Well, Titus lost complete faith in the legal system, and yet he got an idea.
He called up the local newspaper, he got the interest of an investigative journalist, and that journalist actually found the real rapist, a man who ultimately confessed to this rape, a man who was thought to have committed 50 rapes in that area, and when this information was given to the judge, the judge set Titus free.
And really, that's where this case should have ended.
It should have been over.
Titus should have thought of this as a horrible year, a year of accusation and trial, but over.
It didn't end that way.
Titus was so bitter.
He'd lost his job. He couldn't get it back.
He lost his fiancÊe.
She couldn't put up with his persistent anger.
He lost his entire savings, and so he decided to file a lawsuit against the police and others whom he felt were responsible for his suffering.
And that's when I really started working on this case, trying to figure out how did that victim go from "That one's the closest" to "I'm absolutely positive that's the guy."
Well, Titus was consumed with his civil case.
He spent every waking moment thinking about it, and just days before he was to have his day in court, he woke up in the morning, doubled over in pain, and died of a stress-related heart attack.
He was 35 years old.
So I was asked to work on Titus' case because I'm a psychological scientist.
I study memory. I've studied memory for decades.
And if I meet somebody on an airplane -- this happened on the way over to Scotland -- if I meet somebody on an airplane, and we ask each other, "What do you do? What do you do?"
and I say "I study memory," they usually want to tell me how they have trouble remembering names, or they've got a relative who's got Alzheimer's or some kind of memory problem, but I have to tell them I don't study when people forget.
I study the opposite: when they remember, when they remember things that didn't happen or remember things that were different from the way they really were.
I study false memories.
Unhappily, Steve Titus is not the only person to be convicted based on somebody's false memory.
In one project in the United States, information has been gathered on 300 innocent people, 300 defendants who were convicted of crimes they didn't do.
They spent 10, 20, 30 years in prison for these crimes, and now DNA testing has proven that they are actually innocent.
And when those cases have been analyzed, three quarters of them are due to faulty memory, faulty eyewitness memory.
Well, why?
Like the jurors who convicted those innocent people and the jurors who convicted Titus, many people believe that memory works like a recording device.
You just record the information, then you call it up and play it back when you want to answer questions or identify images.
But decades of work in psychology has shown that this just isn't true.
Our memories are constructive.
They're reconstructive.
Memory works a little bit more like a Wikipedia page: You can go in there and change it, but so can other people.
I first started studying this constructive memory process in the 1970s.
I did my experiments that involved showing people simulated crimes and accidents and asking them questions about what they remember.
In one study, we showed people a simulated accident and we asked people, how fast were the cars going when they hit each other?
And we asked other people, how fast were the cars going when they smashed into each other?
And if we asked the leading "smashed" question, the witnesses told us the cars were going faster, and moreover, that leading "smashed" question caused people to be more likely to tell us that they saw broken glass in the accident scene when there wasn't any broken glass at all.
In another study, we showed a simulated accident where a car went through an intersection with a stop sign, and if we asked a question that insinuated it was a yield sign, many witnesses told us they remember seeing a yield sign at the intersection, not a stop sign.
And you might be thinking, well, you know, these are filmed events, they are not particularly stressful.
Would the same kind of mistakes be made with a really stressful event?
In a study we published just a few months ago, we have an answer to this question, because what was unusual about this study is we arranged for people to have a very stressful experience.
The subjects in this study were members of the U.S. military who were undergoing a harrowing training exercise if they are ever captured as prisoners of war.
And as part of this training exercise, these soldiers are interrogated in an aggressive, hostile, physically abusive fashion for 30 minutes and later on they have to try to identify the person who conducted that interrogation.
And when we feed them suggestive information that insinuates it's a different person, many of them misidentify their interrogator, often identifying someone who doesn't even remotely resemble the real interrogator.
And so what these studies are showing is that when you feed people misinformation about some experience that they may have had, you can distort or contaminate or change their memory.
Well out there in the real world, misinformation is everywhere.
We get misinformation not only if we're questioned in a leading way, but if we talk to other witnesses who might consciously or inadvertently feed us some erroneous information, or if we see media coverage about some event we might have experienced, all of these provide the opportunity for this kind of contamination of our memory.
In the 1990s, we began to see an even more extreme kind of memory problem.
Some patients were going into therapy with one problem -- maybe they had depression, an eating disorder -- and they were coming out of therapy with a different problem.
Extreme memories for horrific brutalizations, sometimes in satanic rituals, sometimes involving really bizarre and unusual elements.
One woman came out of psychotherapy believing that she'd endured years of ritualistic abuse, where she was forced into a pregnancy and that the baby was cut from her belly.
But there were no physical scars or any kind of physical evidence that could have supported her story.
And when I began looking into these cases, I was wondering, where do these bizarre memories come from?
And what I found is that most of these situations involved some particular form of psychotherapy.
And so I asked, were some of the things going on in this psychotherapy -- like the imagination exercises or dream interpretation, or in some cases hypnosis, or in some cases exposure to false information -- were these leading these patients to develop these very bizarre, unlikely memories?
And I designed some experiments to try to study the processes that were being used in this psychotherapy so I could study the development of these very rich false memories.
In one of the first studies we did, we used suggestion, a method inspired by the psychotherapy we saw in these cases, we used this kind of suggestion and planted a false memory that when you were a kid, five or six years old, you were lost in a shopping mall.
You were frightened. You were crying.
You were ultimately rescued by an elderly person and reunited with the family.
And we succeeded in planting this memory in the minds of about a quarter of our subjects.
And you might be thinking, well, that's not particularly stressful.
But we and other investigators have planted rich false memories of things that were much more unusual and much more stressful.
So in a study done in Tennessee, researchers planted the false memory that when you were a kid, you nearly drowned and had to be rescued by a life guard.
And in a study done in Canada, researchers planted the false memory that when you were a kid, something as awful as being attacked by a vicious animal happened to you, succeeding with about half of their subjects.
And in a study done in Italy, researchers planted the false memory, when you were a kid, you witnessed demonic possession.
I do want to add that it might seem like we are traumatizing these experimental subjects in the name of science, but our studies have gone through thorough evaluation by research ethics boards that have made the decision that the temporary discomfort that some of these subjects might experience in these studies is outweighed by the importance of this problem for understanding memory processes and the abuse of memory that is going on
in some places in the world.
Well, to my surprise, when I published this work and began to speak out against this particular brand of psychotherapy, it created some pretty bad problems for me: hostilities, primarily from the repressed memory therapists, and by the patients whom they had influenced.
I had sometimes armed guards at speeches that I was invited to give, people trying to drum up letter-writing campaigns to get me fired.
But probably the worst was I suspected that a woman was innocent of abuse that was being claimed by her grown daughter.
She accused her mother of sexual abuse based on a repressed memory.
And this accusing daughter had actually allowed her story to be filmed and presented in public places.
I was suspicious of this story, and so I started to investigate, and eventually found information that convinced me that this mother was innocent.
I published an exposÊ on the case, and a little while later, the accusing daughter filed a lawsuit.
Even though I'd never mentioned her name, she sued me for defamation and invasion of privacy.
And I went through nearly five years of dealing with this messy, unpleasant litigation, but finally, finally, it was over and I could really get back to my work.
In the process, however, I became part of a disturbing trend in America where scientists are being sued for simply speaking out on matters of great public controversy.
When I got back to my work, I asked this question: if I plant a false memory in your mind, does it have repercussions?
Does it affect your later thoughts, your later behaviors?
Our first study planted a false memory that you got sick as a child eating certain foods: hard-boiled eggs, dill pickles, strawberry ice cream.
And we found that once we planted this false memory, people didn't want to eat the foods as much at an outdoor picnic.
The false memories aren't necessarily bad or unpleasant.
If we planted a warm, fuzzy memory involving a healthy food like asparagus, we could get people to want to eat asparagus more.
And so what these studies are showing is that you can plant false memories and they have repercussions that affect behavior long after the memories take hold.
Well, along with this ability to plant memories and control behavior obviously come some important ethical issues, like, when should we use this mind technology?
And should we ever ban its use?
Therapists can't ethically plant false memories in the mind of their patients even if it would help the patient, but there's nothing to stop a parent from trying this out on their overweight or obese teenager.
And when I suggested this publicly, it created an outcry again.
"There she goes. She's advocating that parents lie to their children."
Hello, Santa Claus. I mean, another way to think about this is, which would you rather have, a kid with obesity, diabetes, shortened lifespan, all the things that go with it, or a kid with one little extra bit of false memory?
I know what I would choose for a kid of mine.
But maybe my work has made me different from most people.
Most people cherish their memories, know that they represent their identity, who they are, where they came from.
And I appreciate that. I feel that way too.
But I know from my work how much fiction is already in there.
If I've learned anything from these decades of working on these problems, it's this: just because somebody tells you something and they say it with confidence, just because they say it with lots of detail, just because they express emotion when they say it, it doesn't mean that it really happened.
We can't reliably distinguish true memories from false memories.
We need independent corroboration.
Such a discovery has made me more tolerant of the everyday memory mistakes that my friends and family members make.
Such a discovery might have saved Steve Titus, the man whose whole future was snatched away by a false memory.
But meanwhile, we should all keep in mind, we'd do well to, that memory, like liberty, is a fragile thing.
Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Thanks very much. | {
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ãããããįãããĢäģæĨčĻãĻããã ããããŽã¯ 1%ãĢæēããĒããģããŽä¸é¨ã§ãã ãã㧠TED Labã§ã¯6æŗãŽããŗã¸ãŖããŗåãäŊãŖã ããĸãŧãį¨æããĻããžã įãã éŠãäģä¸ãããĢãĒãŖãĻããã¨æããžã ããã§ã¯TED labã§ãäŧãããžãããããéč´ãããã¨ãããããžãã | In a few months, the world is also going to celebrate the launch of a new invention from Microsoft Research, which I think is going to have as profound an impact on the way we view the universe as Galileo did four centuries ago.
It's called the WorldWide Telescope, and I want to thank TED and Microsoft for allowing me to bring it to your attention.
And I want to urge you, when you get a chance, to give it a closer look at the TED Lab downstairs.
The WorldWide Telescope takes the best images from the world's greatest telescopes on Earth and in space, and has woven them seamlessly to produce a holistic view of the universe.
It's going to change the way we do astronomy, it's going to change the way we teach astronomy and I think most importantly it's going to change the way we see ourselves in the universe.
If we were having this TED meeting in our grandparents' day, that might not be so big a claim.
In 1920, for example, you weren't allowed to drink; if you were a woman, you weren't allowed to vote; and if you looked up at the stars and the Milky Way on a summer night, what you saw was thought to be the entire universe.
In fact, the head of Harvard's observatory back then gave a great debate in which he argued that the Milky Way Galaxy was the entire universe.
Harvard was wrong, big time. Of course, we know today that galaxies extend far beyond our own galaxy.
We can see all the way out to the edge of the observable universe, all the way back in time, almost to the moment of the Big Bang itself.
We can see across the entire spectrum of light, revealing worlds that had previously been invisible.
We see these magnificent star nurseries, where nature has somehow arranged for just the right numbers and just the right sizes of stars to be born for life to arise.
We see alien worlds, we see alien solar systems -- 300 now, and still counting -- and they're not like us.
We see black holes at the heart of our galaxy, in the Milky Way, and elsewhere in the universe, where time itself seems to stand still.
But until now, our view of the universe has been disconnected and fragmented, and I think that many of the marvelous stories that nature has to tell us have fallen through the cracks. And that's changing.
why my colleagues and I, in astronomy and in education, are so excited about the WorldWide Telescope and why we think it's truly transformative.
First, it enables you to experience the universe: the WorldWide Telescope, for me, is a kind of magic carpet that lets you navigate through the universe where you want to go.
Second: you can tour the universe with astronomers as your guides.
And I'm not talking here about just experts who are telling you what you're seeing, but really people who are passionate about the various nooks and crannies of the universe, who can share their enthusiasm and can make the universe a welcoming place.
And third, you can create your own tours -- you can share them with friends, you can create them with friends -- and that's the part that I think I'm most excited about because I think that at heart, we are all storytellers.
And in telling stories, each of us is going to understand the universe in our own way.
We're going to have a personal universe.
I think we're going to see a community of storytellers evolve and emerge.
Before I introduce the person responsible for the WorldWide Telescope, I just want to leave you with this brief thought: when I ask people, "How does the night sky make you feel?"
they often say, "Oh, tiny. I feel tiny and insignificant."
Well, our gaze fills the universe.
And thanks to the creators of the WorldWide Telescope, we can now start to have a dialogue with the universe.
I think the WorldWide Telescope will convince you that we may be tiny, but we are truly, wonderfully significant.
Thank you.
I can't tell you what a privilege it is to introduce Curtis Wong from Microsoft. Curtis Wong: Thank you, Roy.
So, what you're seeing here is a wonderful presentation, but it's one of the tours.
And actually this tour is one that was created earlier.
And the tours are all totally interactive, so that if I were to go somewhere ...
you may be watching a tour and you can pause anywhere along the way, pull up other information -- there are lots of Web and information sources you can zoom in, you can pull back out.
The whole resources are there available for you.
So, Microsoft -- this is a project that -- WorldWide Telescope is dedicated to Jim Gray, who's our colleague, and a lot of his work that he did is really what makes this project possible.
It's a labor of love for us and our small team, and we really hope it will inspire kids to explore and learn about the universe.
So basically, kids of all ages, like us.
And so WorldWide Telescope will be available this spring.
It'll be a free download -- thank you, Craig Mundie -- and it'll be available at the website WorldWideTelescope.org, which is something new.
And so, what you've seen today is less than a fraction of one percent of what is in here, and in the TED Lab, we have a tour that was created by a six-year-old named Benjamin that will knock your socks off. So we'll see you there. Thank you. | {
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At this, all eyes turned to Leo.
Leo tilted her head to the side once and then nodded as if to say, âah, thatâs right.â
It was a mystery plant that could have been poisonous, so you shouldnât eat such things, Leo.
Thankfully, it had not been poisonous at all.
âWell, it was also because of Leo that I found out the plantâs effect.â
âWhat effect was it?â
Sebastian leaned forward as he asked this.
âIn spite of it being night time, Leo became very energetic after eating the plant. She said that...it made her swell with power, as if it surpassed her limits and made her stronger. Right, Leo?â âWuff.â
I asked Leo and she nodded in reply.
âSwell with power... So is it like the herbs you gave us in the forest that healed our tiredness?â âNo, Lady Claire. If it makes your body stronger, then it surely does much more than heal your tiredness.â
âSebastian is right. Though, I havenât tested it enough to be sure, but I believe that it enhances your physical abilities.â
Since it made you stronger, Leo continued to play after that until she finally fell asleep. It had been quite a night...
She was so restless and wanted to run around, and I had to stop her over and over again.
Leo could not run around inside of the mansion, as she was so large and was bound to break things.
âPhysical ability...it must be quite amazing then.â
âYes, I do think that it could be very useful. I tested it myself and I was able to jump several times higher than I usually can. And things that normally feel heavy were light when I picked them up.â
âThat...is astonishing.â âSo thatâs why you were hopping and rolling around, Mr. Takumi.â
Ms. Lyra had been watching me as I worked in the garden.
Now that I thought of it, I must have looked quite a fool, jumping around like that at my age.
âHowever, I havenât tested it as much as Iâd like, so there are still things that I donât know.â âLike what? It seems that you know quite enough already.â
âWell, like just how much it enhances your physical ability. The effect may vary from person to person. Perhaps it is more effective on certain types of people.â
For instance, if a personâs physical ability was ââ and they ate the herb.
And then their physical ability became . Was this because their ability was doubled, or because the herb gives you +?
If it was +, it would be 30 if someone with physical ability 20 ate it, but if it was doubling the number, then it would be 40.
This was a big difference.
Of course, if this was true, it would likely be much more complex.
Besides, I doubted a personâs physical ability could be measured and turned into numbers.
âUh, Iâm getting sidetracked here... But after making that herb, I realized one of the possibilities of Weed Cultivation.â âAnd what possibility is that?â
Now Claire was leaning forward as she asked me this.
And while I had no idea if she truly understood, even Tilura looked quite excited as she listened to us speak.
They really enjoyed listening to this, huh?
Ms. Claire had already proved to be someone that was full of curiosity. Perhaps it had just rubbed off onto everyone close to her?
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âWhat do you mean?â
âI donât have to imagine what it looks like. It doesnât even have to exist. I just need to imagine the desired effect and use Weed Cultivation. Well, it was really an accident. And so while it wasnât exactly what I had been thinking about, something similar was created.â âI see... So thatâs what happened... This Weed Cultivation must be an incredible ability.â
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The others appeared to be pondering what I said with serious expressions.
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âIf I remember correctly, you cannot make vegetables?â
âYes, I cannot. However, sometimes the line between vegetable and weed can be blurry. I think there may be some loopholes if I think about it. It was because of this, that before our journey, I asked Ms. Claire if I can test different things in the back garden.â âSo that is what you were doing. I was very curious to know about it.â
She was a very curious person, and I had made it sound more mysterious than was necessary.
Well, I still wasnât even sure what I thought at the time, so I didnât feel like talking about it.
âHahaha. Iâm terribly sorry about that. I just wanted to tell you once there were some results. It was just a thought that had sprouted in my mind, and I wouldnât have been able to explain it properly yet.â
âNo... But it did cross my mind at the time, that you were being mean to me. But I know better now.â
Mean... Do I look like that kind of person?
I had always strived to be gentlemanly around women....
As for whether I was succeeding... Well, Iâd rather not think about it. | {
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The dragonkins could be divided into [Dragon] and [Wyrm].
Pseudo-dragon was the classification given to those mutated from the lizards or snakes which originally had outer appearances similar to that of dragons. Although they were classified as part of the dragonkin, they were technically not dragons.
These pseudo-dragons were the post-mutated species of reptiles such as Komodo dragons and giant girdled lizards which also existed back on Earth. Once they were mutated by mana, as they could only be described as dragon-like magical beasts, they were called âPseudo-dragonsâ.
Needless to say, the wyverns that Mars were previously controlling was within this category. As a side note, the pre-mutated state of the wyvern was the gliding lizard.
Additionally, when the snakes mutated, as their outer appearances became similar to those of wyrms, they were sometimes called [Pseudo-wyrms]. It was truly confusing.
Later on, when the setting for the dragon was established, players retorted back (tsukommi) by saying âdragon already came out during the initial releaseâ, which stomped the developers on what to do about their game.
The developers had completely forgotten that they had already introduced dragons as small fry monsters.
As they could not come up with a solution to this issue, they made up the confusing settings of âpseudo-dragonsâ as an excuse after saying âThose are not dragons. Theyâre just âfake dragonsâ; a mutated form of snakes.â
And that was the circumstance behind the birth of the pseudo-dragons.
Needless to say, as they were merely reptiles which had mutated into magical beasts with their outer appearances resembling those of dragons, they were not actually dragons.
As a consequence, their abilities were not significant and were merely strong-looking small fries.
Although they were merely fakes, as their outer appearances were âcoolâ, they were popular amongst the tamers.
Next was the [Dinosaurs].
These creatures existed from the past in this world of Midgard and were authentic dinosaurs that had not yet been wiped out.
In other words, dinosaurs were merely animals and thus not even magical beasts.
Notwithstanding, the dinosaurs were quite strong to the extent of easily eating weaker magical beasts, demons and adventurers.
At the very least, they were a significantly scarier and stronger group compared to the pseudo-dragons.
To begin with, as the recent research on the dinosaurs back on Earth had established that dinosaurs had feathers on them, I believe the dinosaurs here were quite different from the dinosaurs there.
Essentially, they looked like giant-reptile that were often portrayed in the th-century artworks of the dinosaurs.
The next on the list was [Dragon]. Fundamentally in this world, when one mentions the word âdragonâ, this category was what they were describing.
These creatures were also magical beasts that were mutated by mana, however, their original form was what made them so fearsome.
That was because this category of [Dragon] was the result of the aforementioned dinosaurs that had mutated.
Even in the base form, the dinosaurs were already monstrously strong, thus after the mutation, they became ridiculously and stupidly overpowered.
Back on Earth, there was a movie where the dinosaur was transformed into a monster due to the exposure to the radioactivity. It was essentially the same situation.
Dragons had huge and hard bodies as well as the ability to breathe out fire. As a consequence, even if the average players back in the game challenged a single dragon by banding together, they had to struggle through a difficult battle.
In particular, those dragons which had mutated from the carnivorous dinosaurs were especially dangerous.
Notwithstanding, there was a monster that overshadowed those already overpowered monsters.
And that was that what was in front of my eyes â [Ouroboros].
[Heavenly Ouroboros]
Level: Species: Ouroboros
Attribute: Sun
HP: 0 000 000 / 10 000 000
SP: â
STR (Strength/Attack Power): ?????
DEX (Dexterity): ????
VIT (Vitality): ?????
INT (Intelligence): ????
AGI (Agility/Speed): ?????
MND (Mindpower): ????
LUK (Luck): ????
I used my [Observing Eyes] to check the status, but just this time alone, I was happy that I could not see anything.
Its HP was such a high value that I had never seen before, and its SP was particularly scary as it was set at infinity.
In other words, it was one of those common situations in the game where âonly the enemy can use whatever and however many skills they want to useâ.
Perhaps this was because the ouroboros were considered to be the protectors of the world, so they could tap into the power of the world an unlimited number of times.
âThe 5 Ouroboroses... exists, I see.â
I had heard of the term 5 Ouroboroses before. Although they were only mentioned in the lore, I thought I knew about their existence.
But looking at the thing that was in front of me, I understood... that it was not good.
It was something that must never be woken up, something out of our dimension.
I will say it bluntly. Even having Ruphasâs spec, I did not feel like I could win against that.
I would probably be able to put up a good fight, but I would still lose due to the overwhelming difference in our HP.
Even assuming that I was able to constantly dish out my max damage, itâs suggesting that âyou wouldnât be able to defeat it unless you can attack it 101 times.â
Just perhaps, it may be possible if I teamed up with the entire cast of 7 Heroes back in their prime....
Even though it was merely sleeping, I could feel how dangerous it was in my bones.
I could feel the tingling sensation just by looking at its sleeping face.
âNormally, they are in an eternal hibernation state. However, when the world faces a true peril, they will wake up and fulfil their duties to protect.â
âIs the reason I sealed up this place to contain this guy?â
âIn practice, my containment barrier doesnât have the power to seal an ouroboros. However, by maintaining the surrounding in a state that it previously was, whatever happens outside would not be sensed by the ouroboros, and thus it would be deluded into thinking that the peace was still being maintained. The reason I drove everyone out of Vanaheim back then was to prevent the people from becoming collateral damage during the one-in-a-million chance the ouroboros wakes from its slumber.â
â............Just a while ago, Aries and others went on a rampage but.â
âI was also dumbfounded and flustered. Good thing it didnât wake up but... if it had woken up, my effort for the past 200 years would be gone down the drain.â
âA, apologies.â
I was sweating from my palm and appreciated the good luck that we had.
I neither thought nor expected that there would be a slumbering dragon, but if it had woken up from our uproar a moment ago, it would have been game over for all of us.
Or maybe not. It might be possible for us to successfully run away.
âDid Merak and the others know about this thingâs existence?â
âEven amongst the Flugels, only a few of them knew about its existence. I naturally assume Merak knew about it. However, they believed this ouroboros to be a guardian deity of some sort.â
âGuardian deity.... I see, so the water dragon Levia in Svalinn was an imitation of this.â
âYes. It was a fake deity that Megrez created using the ouroboros as a model. That is what Levia is.â
Guardian deity... huh.
Indeed, Levia had the majestic aura to deserve that title.
Notwithstanding, once the creature had too much of that majestic aura to the point of destroying everything in its surrounding every time it moved, it simply become a destruction deity.
At the very least, in my personal view, knowing that there were four more of these things around, I thought that it was more of a reason that I could not come to admire them as a guardian deity.
If the Goddess suddenly had a whim to simultaneously take all five of these guys out on a stroll, the world would end at that point.
Just by moving, the surrounding would be destroyed and people would die. Something like that was no longer a guardian deity. It was a destruction deity.
Guardian deity â this thing was too enormous to name itself that.
âIn the past, milady planned to destroy the Goddessâs scenario. Nevertheless, even if it was milady, there was no chance of winning against the Goddess and the five ouroborosesâ combined might at the same time. Therefore, milady decided to plan ahead and sealed the five ouroboroses first. Furthermore, you decided to take the Demon King down first before unifying and gathering the whole Midgard with its might to challenge the Goddess to a war.â
â........ Once the world is in grave danger, it will awaken â is that what you said? What is the criterion for the world to be considered in grave danger? At the moment, the humanoids have already been driven into a corner by the demons. Should the current situation not be considered a grave danger to the world?â
âI also do not know. However, I believe the criterion is solely based on the Goddessâs arbitration of the situation. The fact that she has not once in history decided to wake the ouroboros up means that she has never considered that to be a grave danger, or......â
âOr that she approves of the situation, is that what youâre trying to say?â
âExactly.â
Approval, huh. Thatâs honestly still the better case.
The worst-case scenario would be that she was promoting it. That she was personally ordering the demons to attack the humanoids â that would be the worst-case scenario.
And judging by the current situation of the world, there was a high chance that was indeed the case.
Anyways, perhaps I should call the past Ruphas reckless....
Whatever was said about her, she was aiming too high.
There was not much to say, as let alone the Goddess or the ouroboroses, she was defeated by the 7 Heroes before she even managed to defeat the Demon King, after all.
âAre the others also being sealed?â
âCorrect. After receiving life from milady, Tauros the [Bull] is in charge of the Earth Ouroboros. Aquarius the [Water Bearer] is on the Fire Ouroboros. I am on the Heavenly Ouroboros. And lastly, the Wood Ouroboros is sealed by Gemini the [Twins] after they each drove ou... after evacuating the original citizens of the land.â
âHow about the Moon Ouroboros?â
âThe Moon Ouroboros alone has yet to be found. It should be somewhere in the world but....â
The Moon Ouroboros, huh.
It couldnât be living on the Moon as its name suggest, could it? â I momentarily had such a thought but convinced myself it couldnât be the case.
Considering that Sun Ouroboros was on Midgard and not in the Sun, the Moon Ouroboros should definitely be here somewhere as well.
In other words, should the Goddess feel like ordering it to move, it was currently in a state to be able to take action.
No, perhaps it had already started moving and no one noticed it yet?
âThank you for letting me know. Letâs return to where everyone else is, Parthenos.â
In any event, I was curious as to why the Ruphas of the past sought to pick a fight with the Goddess.
Various affairs that I did not know about kept popping out one after another, and I did not even know what was what anymore.
But, there was one thing that I now understood.
âGoddessâs scenarioâ, âRebellionâ, and âGoddessâs Tricksâ.
Now that it came to this point, even an idiot like me knew what was happening and why I was here in this place.
For the Goddess, Ruphas Mafahl was most likely a very, very troublesome existence.
And of course, she was. There was no other way to describe a person that was plotting a rebellion in the world that was created by her.
Thus the Goddess played some sort of little trick to seal the memory of Ruphas who was being resurrected.
And that little trick was â me.
What the hell was this sh_t... aaa god da_n it, it truly was a pile of sh_t.
I truly was just an unnecessary and extra presence.
I was just a gimmick to blanket the real Ruphas and serve as a lid to prevent her from being able to reach her goal. That was the ânew roleâ that the Goddess granted to me!
By using an outsider like me as a blanket, she managed to seal the real Ruphas and even make the original goal forgotten and lost.
But I did not understand....... Why me?
If Ruphas was in the way, it would have been better for her to place someone else who would be devoted to the Goddess.
In any event, an objective for my journey just increased. Whatever I had to do, I would meet up with the Goddess and get it out of her why she got me involved in all of this.
... No, thatâs wrong. It didnât increase. I just finally âacquiredâ it for the first time.
Until now, I was just someone who was doing this and that and going with the flow without a real objective in mind. I had never left the starting point until now.
In all likelihood, even that was one of the ploys within the Goddessâs tricks. She had most probably chosen someone who move aimlessly on their whim.
Someone who was optimistic and went with the flow without worrying about anything... There was no doubt that she had purposefully chosen some idiot like that.
In other words, someone like me.
After feeling happy that I was summoned into another world, I felt like going on a journey, so I did. I then found out that the 12 Heavenly Stars were causing havoc, so I decided to gather them because I felt like it. I knew I wouldnât move around at all if there was no âgoalâ so I created a âgoalâ on a whim and just went with the flow otherwise.
But this time, itâs different.
I want to know. I want to know why the Goddess brought me from the other world. Why she chose me over others.
I was not able to let things slide without finding that out.
And most of all, I could not feel good knowing that I was being used by someone, somewhere without even knowing the reason why.
The reason the Goddess put me into Ruphas was because Ruphas was an annoying existence for her.
Therefore I was used as a way to blanket the original Ruphas.
Then... then it was fine. If that was what the Goddess disliked, then that would be what I would do.
I would find out what the original goal of Ruphas was and I would do what original Ruphas was going to do.
If I did something like that, even the Goddess would not stay silent.
Without a doubt, she would come into contact with me.
I would follow in her footsteps and achieve what she was trying to do.
This was not my sense of justice, it was also not what one would call courage, and of course, it was not out of concern for the distressing future of the world.
It was simply a grudge.
It was simply retaliation against the Goddess who had gotten me involved.
After we regrouped with Dina and the crew, we decided to leave Vaneheimr.
Considering the reason for the seal to be placed in that location, there was nothing left for us to do at that place.
We were also orally informed of the locations of the other sealed [Ouroboroses] and the respective 12 Heavenly Stars from Parthenos. Therefore, if there was no other location to go in the future, we could give them a visit.
According to Parthenos, the reason for why it had to be given verbally was âbecause we donât know where the Goddess is hiding.â
âPlease take care, Ruphas-sama. The Goddess possesses a special power called [Avatar]. The Goddess will not move on her own. However, she has the ability to create a clone based on what she thinks is ideal and to incite people into doing what she wants to be done. In other words, you may believe some random villager to be an ordinary powerless individual, however that person may turn out to be the Goddess.â
That was what she said.
There were three locations the [Ouroboroses] were sealed.
Firstly, the location where the [Earth Ouroboros] was sealed was the underground world Helheim, also known as Hell.
One might recall that the Hell was Aigokerosâs birthplace. It was a high difficulty dungeon where a great number of devil-type monsters resided.
Although the truth was unknown, it was said that the souls of deceased evildoers also cycled back and reincarnated here. Nevertheless, it was undisputed truth that evil spirits sometimes appeared as enemies in Helheim.
This place was sealed by the [Bull] Taurus.
Next was [Fire Ouroboros]. This guy was sealed in the very far end of the South..... In what was currently serving as the domain of the demons; Eternal Burning land of Muspelheim.
The protector of this seal was Aquarius the [Water Bearer].
Aquarius was an important person who could wield water arcane magic, but it seemed it had been sent that way.
Well, fortunately, there was still Dina who would use water arcane magic.
Last on the list was [Wood Ouroboros]. The current residence of this guy was the land of the fairies, Alfheim.
It was a forest of light where the fairies came from. And in the game, there was nothing but fairies and spirits as enemies in that place.
And the one who sealed this place was Gemini of the [Twins].
Just as its name suggested, it was a strange star where two people served as one. Due to their existences, 12 Heavenly Stars had a dumb composition of having â13 individuals even though itâs called 12 Heavenly Starsâ.
In any event, meeting up with them would have to wait.
There was no use for me to just casually show up in the sealed locations nor was there anything for me to do in those places. Additionally, it was not as if they were burdening people by being in those places.
For now, I was planning to find the other 12 Heavenly Stars who were in the domains of the humanoids.
Having said that, if I recalled correctly, Alfheim was still barely in the domain influenced by the humanoids, so I did not mind giving that place a short visit.
âI apologise, Ruphas-sama. In truth, I also want to go, but as you can see, I am already deceased. As such, I am no longer able to be of use to you.â
âItâs fine, do not worry about it. I appreciate your will and conviction on displaying your loyalty even after death.â
âYour kind words are too much for someone like me. However, please donât worry. Although I canât go personally, I will send Virgo after you in my stead.â
âWha?â
Due to Parthenosâs remark, Virgo was taken back.
It seemed Parthenos had neither informed nor checked up with Virgo.
Oi Parthenos. Was it really alright to send her out without even saying anything to her?
âSheâs still inexperienced, but I have taught her all the basic minimums that she needs to know. Iâm sure she will be of some use to you.â
âUmm, grandma. I still donât know anything.....â
âMy grandchild, listen. I am not going to approve of you wanting to stay and live in these forests. Just go out and have a look around the world. Right now, itâs something important for you to do.â
âEhhhhhh............â
Parthenos pushed the unconvinced and unenthusiastic Virgo into Tanaka and decided things on her own.
Well yeah, it was not as if I did not appreciate her coming along.
Considering that Parthenos had already passed away, the new [Maiden] was required, and since she was already over level 300, she would be considered a very superior personnel by this ageâs standard.
Furthermore, since she was not a demon, if she was nurtured properly, she could naturally reach level 1000, thus it was not a dream to say that she could potentially become the next 12 Heavenly Stars in the end.
If we continued to power-level her and leave the role of stopping the enemy to her, eventually she should reach a level cap.
Additionally, as she was a Flugel, she should know how to use divine magic like the back of her hand and should have a naturally high base stat. She could also fly.
Yeah, not bad at all.
âWell, it would be good if she is willing herself... Are you fine with it, Virgo?â
âUuuuuuuuu........ well, since grandma said stuff like that already, even if I try to stay behind in the forest, Iâll just get chased out..... So, pl, please take care of me from now on.â
And just like that, the second [Maiden], Virgo became our comrade and our travelling companion as we left Vanaheim behind.
The sight of Parthenos waving her hand from behind until the very moment we could no longer see her left a lasting impression.
I did not know what to say, but I supposed there really was those type of people that were energetic even after their deaths.
I guess it would be a good idea to come and visit her the next time I was in this area. | {
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WK:ãããã¨ã | William Kamkwamba: Thanks.
CA: So, we've got a picture, I think? Where is this?
WK: This is my home. This is where I live.
CA: Where? What country?
WK: In Malawi, Kasungu. In Kasungu. Yeah, Mala.
CA: OK. Now, you're 19 now?
WK: Yeah. I'm 19 years now.
CA: Five years ago you had an idea. What was that?
WK: I wanted to make a windmill.
CA: A windmill?
WK: Yeah.
CA: What, to power -- for lighting and stuff?
WK: Yeah.
CA: So what did you do? How did you realize that?
WK: After I dropped out of school, I went to library, and I read a book that would -- "Using Energy," and I get information about doing the mill.
And I tried, and I made it.
CA: So you copied -- you exactly copied the design in the book.
WK: Ah, no. I just -- CA: What happened?
WK: In fact, a design of the windmill that was in the book, it has got four -- ah -- three blades, and mine has got four blades.
CA: The book had three, yours had four.
WK: Yeah.
CA: And you made it out of what?
WK: I made four blades, just because I want to increase power.
CA: OK.
WK: Yeah.
CA: You tested three, and found that four worked better?
WK: Yeah. I test.
CA: And what did you make the windmill out of?
What materials did you use?
WK: I use a bicycle frame, and a pulley, and plastic pipe, what then pulls -- CA: Do we have a picture of that? Can we have the next slide?
WK: Yeah. The windmill.
CA: And so, and that windmill, what -- it worked?
WK: When the wind blows, it rotates and generates.
CA: How much electricity?
WK: 12 watts.
CA: And so, that lit a light for the house? How many lights?
WK: Four bulbs and two radios.
CA: Wow.
WK: Yeah.
CA: Next slide -- so who's that?
WK: This is my parents, holding the radio.
CA: So what did they make of -- that you were 14, 15 at the time -- what did they make of this? They were impressed?
WK: Yeah.
CA: And so what's your -- what are you going to do with this?
WK: Um -- CA: What do you -- I mean -- do you want to build another one?
WK: Yeah, I want to build another one -- to pump water and irrigation for crops.
CA: So this one would have to be bigger?
WK: Yeah.
CA: How big?
WK: I think it will produce more than 20 the watts.
CA: So that would produce irrigation for the entire village?
WK: Yeah.
CA: Wow. And so you're talking to people here at TED to get people who might be able to help in some way to realize this dream?
WK: Yeah, if they can help me with materials, yeah.
CA: And as you think of your life going forward, you're 19 now, do you picture continuing with this dream of working in energy?
WK: Yeah. I'm still thinking to work on energy.
CA: Wow. William, it's a real honor to have you at the TED conference.
Thank you so much for coming.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | I started with that sentence about 12 years ago, and I started in the context of developing countries, but you're sitting here from every corner of the world.
So if you think of a map of your country, I think you'll realize that for every country on Earth, you could draw little circles to say, "These are places where good teachers won't go."
On top of that, those are the places from where trouble comes.
So we have an ironic problem -- good teachers don't want to go to just those places where they're needed the most.
I started in 1999 to try and address this problem with an experiment, which was a very simple experiment in New Delhi.
I basically embedded a computer into a wall of a slum in New Delhi.
The children barely went to school, they didn't know any English -- they'd never seen a computer before, and they didn't know what the internet was.
I connected high speed internet to it -- it's about three feet off the ground -- turned it on and left it there.
After this, we noticed a couple of interesting things, which you'll see.
But I repeated this all over India and then through a large part of the world and noticed that children will learn to do what they want to learn to do.
This is the first experiment that we did -- eight year-old boy on your right teaching his student, a six year-old girl, and he was teaching her how to browse.
This boy here in the middle of central India -- this is in a Rajasthan village, where the children recorded their own music and then played it back to each other and in the process, they've enjoyed themselves thoroughly.
They did all of this in four hours after seeing the computer for the first time.
In another South Indian village, these boys here had assembled a video camera and were trying to take the photograph of a bumble bee.
They downloaded it from Disney.com, or one of these websites, 14 days after putting the computer in their village.
So at the end of it, we concluded that groups of children can learn to use computers and the internet on their own, irrespective of who or where they were.
At that point, I became a little more ambitious what else could children do with a computer.
We started off with an experiment in Hyderabad, India, where I gave a group of children -- they spoke English with a very strong Telugu accent.
I gave them a computer with a speech-to-text interface, which you now get free with Windows, and asked them to speak into it.
So when they spoke into it, the computer typed out gibberish, so they said, "Well, it doesn't understand anything of what we are saying."
So I said, "Yeah, I'll leave it here for two months.
Make yourself understood to the computer."
So the children said, "How do we do that."
And I said, "I don't know, actually."
And I left.
Two months later -- and this is now documented in the Information Technology for International Development journal -- that accents had changed and were remarkably close to the neutral British accent in which I had trained the speech-to-text synthesizer.
In other words, they were all speaking like James Tooley.
So they could do that on their own.
with various other things that they might learn to do on their own.
I got an interesting phone call once from Columbo, from the late Arthur C. Clarke, who said, "I want to see what's going on."
And he couldn't travel, so I went over there.
He said two interesting things, "A teacher that can be replaced by a machine should be."
The second thing he said was that, "If children have interest, then education happens."
And I was doing that in the field, so every time I would watch it and think of him.
Arthur C. Clarke: And they can definitely help people, because children quickly learn to navigate the web and find things which interest them.
And when you've got interest, then you have education.
Sugata Mitra: I took the experiment to South Africa.
This is a 15 year-old boy.
Boy: ... just mention, I play games like animals, and I listen to music.
SM: And I asked him, "Do you send emails?"
And he said, "Yes, and they hop across the ocean."
This is in Cambodia, rural Cambodia -- a fairly silly arithmetic game, which no child would play inside the classroom or at home.
They would, you know, throw it back at you.
They'd say, "This is very boring."
If you leave it on the pavement and if all the adults go away, then they will show off with each other about what they can do.
This is what these children are doing.
They are trying to multiply, I think.
And all over India, at the end of about two years, children were beginning to Google their homework.
As a result, the teachers reported tremendous improvements in their English -- rapid improvement and all sorts of things.
They said, "They have become really deep thinkers and so on and so forth.
And indeed they had.
I mean, if there's stuff on Google, why would you need to stuff it into your head?
So at the end of the next four years, I decided that groups of children can navigate the internet to achieve educational objectives on their own.
At that time, a large amount of money had come into Newcastle University to improve schooling in India.
So Newcastle gave me a call. I said, "I'll do it from Delhi."
They said, "There's no way you're going to handle a million pounds-worth of University money sitting in Delhi."
So in 2006, I bought myself a heavy overcoat and moved to Newcastle.
I wanted to test the limits of the system.
The first experiment I did out of Newcastle was actually done in India.
And I set myself and impossible target: can Tamil speaking 12-year-old children in a South Indian village teach themselves biotechnology in English on their own?
And I thought, I'll test them, they'll get a zero -- I'll give the materials, I'll come back and test them -- they get another zero, I'll go back and say, "Yes, we need teachers for certain things."
I called in 26 children.
They all came in there, and I told them that there's some really difficult stuff on this computer.
I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't understand anything.
It's all in English, and I'm going.
So I left them with it.
I came back after two months, and the 26 children marched in looking very, very quiet.
I said, "Well, did you look at any of the stuff?"
They said, "Yes, we did."
"Did you understand anything?" "No, nothing."
So I said, "Well, how long did you practice on it before you decided you understood nothing?"
They said, "We look at it every day."
So I said, "For two months, you were looking at stuff you didn't understand?"
So a 12 year-old girl raises her hand and says, literally, "Apart from the fact that improper replication of the DNA molecule causes genetic disease, we've understood nothing else."
It took me three years to publish that.
It's just been published in the British Journal of Educational Technology.
One of the referees who refereed the paper said, "It's too good to be true," which was not very nice.
Well, one of the girls had taught herself to become the teacher.
And then that's her over there.
Remember, they don't study English.
I edited out the last bit when I asked, "Where is the neuron?"
and she says, "The neuron? The neuron," and then she looked and did this.
Whatever the expression, it was not very nice.
So their scores had gone up from zero to 30 percent, which is an educational impossibility under the circumstances.
But 30 percent is not a pass.
So I found that they had a friend, a local accountant, a young girl, and they played football with her.
I asked that girl, "Would you teach them enough biotechnology to pass?"
And she said, "How would I do that? I don't know the subject."
I said, "No, use the method of the grandmother."
She said, "What's that?"
I said, "Well, what you've got to do is stand behind them and admire them all the time.
Just say to them, 'That's cool. That's fantastic.
What is that? Can you do that again? Can you show me some more?'" She did that for two months.
The scores went up to 50, which is what the posh schools of New Delhi, with a trained biotechnology teacher were getting.
So I came back to Newcastle with these results and decided that there was something happening here that definitely was getting very serious.
So, having experimented in all sorts of remote places, I came to the most remote place that I could think of.
Approximately 5,000 miles from Delhi is the little town of Gateshead.
In Gateshead, I took 32 children and I started to fine-tune the method.
I made them into groups of four.
I said, "You make your own groups of four.
Each group of four can use one computer and not four computers."
Remember, from the Hole in the Wall.
"You can exchange groups.
You can walk across to another group, if you don't like your group, etc.
You can go to another group, peer over their shoulders, see what they're doing, come back to you own group and claim it as your own work."
And I explained to them that, you know, a lot of scientific research is done using that method.
The children enthusiastically got after me and said, "Now, what do you want us to do?"
I gave them six GCSE questions.
The first group -- the best one -- solved everything in 20 minutes.
The worst, in 45.
They used everything that they knew -- news groups, Google, Wikipedia, Ask Jeeves, etc.
The teachers said, "Is this deep learning?"
I said, "Well, let's try it.
I'll come back after two months.
We'll give them a paper test -- no computers, no talking to each other, etc."
The average score when I'd done it with the computers and the groups was 76 percent.
When I did the experiment, when I did the test, after two months, the score was 76 percent.
There was photographic recall inside the children, I suspect because they're discussing with each other.
A single child in front of a single computer will not do that.
I have further results, which are almost unbelievable, of scores which go up with time.
Because their teachers say that after the session is over, the children continue to Google further.
Here in Britain, I put out a call for British grandmothers, after my Kuppam experiment.
Well, you know, they're very vigorous people, British grandmothers.
200 of them volunteered immediately.
The deal was that they would give me one hour of broadband time, sitting in their homes, one day in a week.
So they did that, and over the last two years, over 600 hours of instruction has happened over Skype, using what my students call the granny cloud.
The granny cloud sits over there.
I can beam them to whichever school I want to.
Teacher: You can't catch me.
You say it.
You can't catch me.
Children: You can't catch me.
Teacher: I'm the gingerbread man.
Children: I'm the gingerbread man.
Teacher: Well done. Very good ...
SM: Back at Gateshead, a 10-year-old girl gets into the heart of Hinduism in 15 minutes.
You know, stuff which I don't know anything about.
Two children watch a TEDTalk.
They wanted to be footballers before.
After watching eight TEDTalks, he wants to become Leonardo da Vinci.
It's pretty simple stuff.
This is what I'm building now -- they're called SOLEs: Self Organized Learning Environments.
The furniture is designed so that children can sit in front of big, powerful screens, big broadband connections, but in groups.
If they want, they can call the granny cloud.
This is a SOLE in Newcastle.
The mediator is from Pune, India.
So how far can we go? One last little bit and I'll stop.
I went to Turin in May.
I sent all the teachers away from my group of 10 year-old students.
I speak only English, they speak only Italian, so we had no way to communicate.
I started writing English questions on the blackboard.
The children looked at it and said, "What?"
I said, "Well, do it."
They typed it into Google, translated it into Italian, went back into Italian Google.
Fifteen minutes later -- next question: where is Calcutta?
This one, they took only 10 minutes.
I tried a really hard one then.
Who was Pythagoras, and what did he do?
There was silence for a while, then they said, "You've spelled it wrong.
It's Pitagora."
And then, in 20 minutes, the right-angled triangles began to appear on the screens.
This sent shivers up my spine.
These are 10 year-olds.
Text: In another 30 minutes they would reach the Theory of Relativity. And then?
SM: So you know what's happened?
I think we've just stumbled across a self-organizing system.
A self-organizing system is one without explicit intervention from the outside.
Self-organizing systems also always show emergence, which is that the system starts to do things, which it was never designed for.
Which is why you react the way you do, because it looks impossible. I think I can make a guess now -- education is self-organizing system, where learning is an emergent phenomenon.
It'll take a few years to prove it, experimentally, but I'm going to try.
But in the meanwhile, there is a method available.
One billion children, we need 100 million mediators -- there are many more than that on the planet -- 10 million SOLEs, 180 billion dollars and 10 years.
We could change everything.
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ãŠãããããã¨ã | I have a few pictures, and I'll talk a little bit about how I'm able to do what I do.
All these houses are built from between 70 and 80 percent recycled material, stuff that was headed to the mulcher, the landfill, the burn pile.
It was all just gone.
This is the first house I built.
This double front door here with the three-light transom that was headed to the landfill.
Have a little turret there.
And then these buttons on the corbels here.
Right there -- those are hickory nuts.
And these buttons there -- those are chicken eggs.
Of course, first you have breakfast, and then you fill the shell full of Bondo and paint it and nail it up, and you have an architectural button Then, this is a look at the inside.
You can see the three-light transom there with the eyebrow windows -- certainly an architectural antique headed to the landfill.
Even the lockset is probably worth 200 dollars.
Everything in the kitchen was salvaged.
There's a 1952 O'Keefe & Merritt stove, if you like to cook -- cool stove.
This is going up into the turret.
I got that staircase for 20 dollars, including delivery to my lot.
Then, looking up in the turret, you see there are bulges and pokes and sags and so forth.
Well, if that ruins your life, well then you shouldn't live there.
This is a laundry chute, and this right here is a shoe last.
And those are those cast-iron things you see at antique shops.
So I had one of those, so I made some low-tech gadgetry, there, where you just stomp on the shoe last and then the door flies open, you throw your laundry down.
And then if you're smart enough, it goes on a basket on top of the washer.
If not, it goes into the toilet.
This is a bathtub I made, made out of scrap two-by-four here.
Started with a rim there and then glued and nailed it up into a flat, corbelled it up and flipped it over, then did the two profiles on this side.
It's a two-person tub.
After all, it's not just a question of hygiene, but there's a possibility of recreation as well.
Then, this faucet here is just a piece of Osage Orange.
It looks a little phallic, but after all, it's a bathroom.
Then, this is a house based on a Budweiser can.
It doesn't look like a can of beer, but the design take-offs are absolutely unmistakable.
The barley hops design worked up into the eaves, then the dentil work comes directly off the can's red, white, blue and silver.
Then, these corbeles going down underneath the eaves are that little design that comes off the can.
I just put a can on a copier and kept enlarging it until I got the size I want.
Then, on the can it says, "This is the famous Budweiser beer, we know of no other beer, blah, blah, blah."
So we changed that and put, "This is the famous Budweiser house.
We don't know of any other house," and so forth and so on.
Then, this is a deadbolt. It's a fence from a 1930s shaper, which is a very angry woodworking machine. And they gave me the fence, but they didn't give me the shaper, so we made a deadbolt out of it.
That'll keep bull elephants out, I promise.
And sure enough, we've had no problems with bull elephants.
The shower is intended to simulate a glass of beer.
We've got bubbles going up there, then suds at the top with lumpy tiles.
Where do you get lumpy tiles? Well, of course, you don't.
But I get a lot of toilets, and so you just dispatch a toilet with a hammer, and then you have lumpy tiles.
And then the faucet, there, is a beer tap.
Then, this panel of glass that occurs in every middle-class front door in America.
We're getting tired of it. It's kind of cliched now.
So if you put it in the front door, your design fails.
So don't put it in the front door; put it somewhere else.
It's a pretty panel of glass.
But then if you put it in the front door, people say, "Oh, you're trying to be like those guys, and you didn't make it."
So don't put it there.
Then, another bathroom upstairs.
This light up here is the same light that occurs in every middle-class foyer in America.
Don't put it in the foyer.
Put it in the shower, or in the closet, but not in the foyer.
Then, somebody gave me a bidet, so it got a bidet.
This little house here, those branches there are made out of Bois D'arc or Osage Orange, and these pictures will keep scrolling as I talk a little bit.
In order to do what I do, you have to understand what causes waste in the building industry.
Our housing has become a commodity, and I'll talk a little bit about that.
But the first cause of waste is probably even buried in our DNA.
Human beings have a need for maintaining consistency of the apperceptive mass.
What does that mean?
What it means is, for every perception we have, it needs to tally with the one like it before, or we don't have continuity, and we become a little bit disoriented.
So I can show you an object you've never seen before.
Oh, that's a cell phone.
But you've never seen this one before.
is sizing up the pattern of structural features here, and then you go through your databanks -- brrrr, cell phone.
Oh, that's a cell phone.
If I took a bite out of it, you'd go, "Wait a second.
That's not a cell phone.
That's one of those new chocolate cell phones."
And you'd have to start a new category, right between cell phones and chocolate.
That's how we process information.
So you translate that to the building industry, if we have a wall of windowpanes and one pane is cracked, we go, "Oh, dear. That's cracked. Let's repair it.
Let's take it out. Throw it away so nobody can use it and put a new one in."
Because that's what you do with a cracked pane.
Never mind that it doesn't affect our lives at all.
It only rattles that expected pattern and unity of structural features.
However, if we took a small hammer, and we added cracks to all the other windows, then we have a pattern.
Because Gestalt Psychology emphasizes recognition of pattern over parts that comprise a pattern.
We'll go, "Ooh, that's nice."
So, that serves me every day.
Repetition creates pattern.
If I have a hundred of these, a hundred of those, it doesn't make any difference what these and those are.
from hickory nuts and chicken eggs, shards of glass, branches.
It doesn't make any difference.
That causes a lot of waste in the building industry.
Second is, Friedrich Nietzsche along about 1885 wrote a book titled "The Birth of Tragedy."
And in there he said that cultures tend to swing between one of two perspectives.
On the one hand, we have an Apollonian perspective, which is very crisp and premeditated and intellectualized and perfect.
On the other end of the spectrum, we have a Dionysian perspective, which is more given to the passions and intuition, tolerant of organic texture and human gesture.
So the way the Apollonian personality takes a picture, or hangs a picture, is they'll get out a transit and a laser level and a micrometer.
"Okay, honey. A thousandth of an inch to the left.
That's where we want the picture. Right. Perfect."
Predicated on plumb level, square and centered.
The Dionysian personality takes the picture and goes ...
That's the difference.
I feature blemish. I feature organic process.
Dead-center John Dewey.
Apollonian mindset creates mountains of waste.
If something isn't perfect, if it doesn't line up with that premeditated model, dumpster.
"Oops, scratch, dumpster."
"Oops" this, "oops" that. "Landfill. Landfill. Landfill."
The third thing is arguably -- the Industrial Revolution started in the Renaissance with the rise of humanism, then got a little jump-start along about the French Revolution.
By the middle of the 19th century, it's in full flower.
And we have dumaflages and gizmos and contraptions that will do anything that we, up to that point, had to do my hand.
So now we have standardized materials.
Well, trees don't grow two inches by four inches, eight, ten and twelve feet tall.
We create mountains of waste. And they're doing a pretty good job there in the forest, working all the byproduct of their industry -- with OSB and particle board and so forth and so on -- but it does no good to be responsible at the point of harvest in the forest if consumers are wasting the harvest at the point of consumption, and that's what's happening.
And so if something isn't standard, "Oops, dumpster." "Oops" this. "Oops, warped."
If you buy a two-by-four and it's not straight, you can take it back.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir. We'll get you a straight one."
Well I feature all those warped things because repetition creates pattern, and it's from a Dionysian perspective.
The fourth thing is labor is disproportionately more expensive than materials.
Well, that's just a myth.
And here's a story: Jim Tulles, one of the guys I trained, I said, "Jim, it's time now.
I got a job for you as a foreman on a framing crew. It's time for you to go."
"Dan, I just don't think I'm ready."
"Jim, now it's time. You're the down, oh."
So we hired on.
And he was out there with his tape measure going through the trash heap, looking for header material, which is the board that goes over a door, thinking he'd impress his boss -- that's how we taught him to do it.
And the superintendent walked up and said, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, just looking for some header material," waiting for that kudos.
He said, "No, no. I'm not paying you to go through the trash. Get back to work."
And he had the wherewithal to say, he said, "You know, if you were paying me 300 dollars an hour, I can see how you might say that, but right now, I'm saving you five dollars a minute.
Do the math."
"Good call, Tulles. From now on, you guys hit this pile first."
And the irony is that he wasn't very good at math.
But once in a while you get access to the control room, and then you can kind of mess with the dials.
And that's what happened there.
The fifth thing is that maybe, after 2,500 years, Plato is still having his way with us in his notion of perfect forms.
He said that we have in our noggin the perfect idea of what we want, and we force environmental resources to accommodate that.
So we all have in our head the perfect house, the American dream, which is a house, the dream house.
The problem is we can't afford it.
So we have the American dream look-alike, which is a mobile home.
Now there's a blight on the planet.
It's a chattel mortgage, just like furniture, just like a car.
You write the check, and instantly it depreciates 30 percent.
After a year, you can't get insurance on everything you have in it, only on 70 percent.
Wired with 14-gauge wire typically. Nothing wrong with that, unless you ask it to do what 12-gauge wire's supposed to do, and that's what happens.
It out-gasses formaldehyde so much so to warn new mobile home buyers of the formaldehyde atmosphere danger.
Are we just being numbingly stupid?
The walls are this thick.
The whole thing has the structural value of corn.
"So I thought Palm Harbor Village was over there."
"No, no. We had a wind last night.
It's gone now."
Then when they degrade, what do you do with them?
Now, all that, that Apollonian, Platonic model, is what the building industry is predicated on, and there are a number of things that exacerbate that.
One is that all the professionals, all the tradesmen, vendors, inspectors, engineers, architects all think like this.
who demands the same model.
It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. We can't get out of it.
Then here come the marketeers and the advertisers.
"Woo. Woohooo."
We buy stuff we didn't know we needed.
All we have to do is look at what one company did with carbonated prune juice.
How disgusting.
But you know what they did? They hooked a metaphor into it and said, "I drink Dr. Pepper ..."
And pretty soon, we're swilling that stuff by the lake-ful, by the billions of gallons.
It doesn't even have real prunes. Doesn't even keep you regular.
My oh my, that makes it worse.
And we get sucked into that faster than anything.
Then a man named Jean-Paul Sartre wrote a book titled "Being and Nothingness."
It's a pretty quick read.
You can snap through it in maybe two years if you read eight hours a day.
In there he talked about the divided self.
He said human beings act differently when they know they're alone than when they know somebody else is around.
So if I'm eating spaghetti, and I know I'm alone, I can eat like a backhoe.
I can wipe my mouth on my sleeve, napkin on the table, chew with my mouth open, make little noises, scratch wherever I want.
But as soon as you walk in, I go, "Ooh. Spaghetti sauce there."
Napkin in my lap, half bites, chew with my mouth closed, no scratching.
Now what I'm doing is fulfilling your expectations of how I should live my life.
I feel that expectation, and so I accommodate it, and I'm living my life according to what you expect me to do.
That happens in the building industry as well.
That's why all of our subdivisions look the same.
Sometimes we even have these formalized cultural expectations.
I'll bet all your shoes match.
Sure enough, we all buy into that, and with gated communities, we have a formalized expectation with a homeowners association.
Sometimes those guys are Nazis, my oh my.
That exacerbates and continues this model.
The last thing is gregariousness.
Human beings are a social species.
We like to hang together in groups, just like wildebeests, just like lions.
Wildebeests don't hang with lions because lions eat wildebeests.
Human beings are like that.
We do what that group does that we're trying to identify with.
And so you see this in junior high a lot.
Those kids, they'll work all summer long, kill themselves, so that they can afford one pair of designer jeans.
So along about September they can stride in and go, "I'm important today.
See, look, don't touch my designer jeans.
I see you don't have designer jeans.
You're not one of the beautiful people.
See, I'm one of the beautiful people. See my jeans?"
Right there is reason enough to have uniforms.
And so that happens in the building industry as well.
Maslow's hierarchy of needs just a little bit.
On the bottom tier we have basic needs -- shelter, clothing, food, water, mating and so forth.
Second, security. Third, relationships.
Fourth, status, self-esteem -- that is, vanity.
And we're taking vanity and shoving it down here.
And so we end up with vain decisions and we can't even afford our mortgage.
We can't even afford to eat anything except beans.
That is, our housing has become a commodity.
to dive into those primal, terrifying parts of ourselves and make our own decisions and not make our housing a commodity, but make it something that bubbles up from seminal sources.
That takes a little bit of nerve, and, darn it, once in a while you fail.
But that's okay.
If failure destroys you, then you can't do this.
I fail all the time, every day, and I've had some whopping failures, I promise, big, public, humiliating, embarrassing failures.
Everybody points and laughs, and they say, "He tried it a fifth time and it still didn't work.
What a moron."
Early on, contractors come by and say, "Dan, you're a cute little bunny, but you know, this just isn't going to work.
What don't you do this, and why don't you do that?"
And your instinct is to say, "Why don't you suck an egg?"
But you don't say that, because they're the guys you're targeting.
And so what we've done -- and this isn't just in housing.
It's in clothing and food and our transportation needs, our energy -- we sprawl just a little bit.
And when I get a little bit of press, I hear from people all over the world.
And we may have invented excess, but the problem of waste is worldwide.
We're in trouble.
And I don't wear ammo belts crisscrossing my chest and a red bandana, but we're clearly in trouble.
And what we need to do with those really primal parts of ourselves and make some decisions and say, "You know, I think I would like to put CDs across the wall there.
What do you think, honey?"
If it doesn't work, take it down.
What we need to do is reconnect with who we really are, and that's thrilling indeed.
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âMother, Father...youâre not afraid?â
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âScared? Of what?â
I lowered my eyes in response.
As soon as I first used magic, I ran shouting to my parents like a child. After calming down, however, I doubted the wisdom of my actions. It may not have been the best idea to let them know I could use magic.
No ordinary commoner could use magic; they wouldnât have the opportunity to learn how. In fact, only a fraction of the upper class could.
If a commoner were to be thrown into the world of the rich and powerful, they would probably be rejected due to their inferior social standing. In the same way, as a magician, commoners might distance themselves from them. Mother and Father might also be frightened of the power I possess.
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âHey, Gerald-chan. Listen.â
âTo me, magic is a terrifying and dangerous thing.â
...sheâs probably going to say that sheâs afraid. Sheâll probably tell me, with her sweet loving voice, that sheâs afraid of me.
My hands balled into fists.
Nevertheless...
âEven so, we wouldnât be afraid of Gerald-chan.â
Father raised his voice in agreement.
Wait...what?
âYouâre not...afraid? I would be. If there was a person who was much stronger than me, I wouldnât want to be near them.â
âYes, I think I would too.â
âThen, why?â
My voice wavered. Mother tenderly smiled and said,
âBecause Gerald-chan is our child.â
âAck, didnât I say not to add chan?â
âGerald-chan, if youâre going to hide your embarrassment, at least give us the satisfaction of blushing.â
Mother and Father burst into giggles.
âAnd, what do you want to do, Gerald?â
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âSo, are you interested in magic? Do you want to be a magician? Most importantly, do you want to master many different spells?â
I want to, obviously.
I loved books in my past life. I loved the stories they told. Manga. Light novels. Games. They were always by my side. I often fantasized about the many worlds they depicted.
Itâs impossible for me not to jump in joy using magic.
Itâs impossible for me not to aspire to be magician.
âDefinitely. I want to learn more magic. I want to be able to cast hundreds lots of spells.â
âIs that so...â
Father narrowed his eyes and started patting my head.
âHuh?!â
âI thought you would say that. As expected of our son.â
âUmm...Father?â
I was perplexed. As Father continued to energetically ruffle my hair, my head was knocked about making me a little dizzy. Before long, Father stopped and said,
âGerald. Iâm giving this grimoire to you,â
and held out the grimoire he still had in his hands.
â...is that ok?â
âI believe that books exist for the reader. So, I suppose this grimoire exists for you. Donât you think?â
Father faced me with a smile. It made me feel all warm and fluffy. I can proudly say that my parents are the best parents in the world.
Father gave me his recognition and Mother easily accepted me, who had unexpectedly become a magician. Without a doubt, despite my magic, I felt that my parents were far more amazing than me. | {
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ãããã¨ã | I know there have been many challenges made to people.
The one I'm going to make is that it is time for us to reclaim what peace really means.
Peace is not "Kumbaya, my Lord."
Peace is not the dove and the rainbow -- as lovely as they are.
When I see the symbols of the rainbow and the dove, I think of personal serenity.
I think of meditation.
about what I consider to be peace, which is sustainable peace with justice and equality.
It is a sustainable peace in which the majority of people on this planet have access to enough resources to live dignified lives, where these people have enough access so that they can live in freedom from want and freedom from fear.
This is called human security.
And I am not a complete pacifist like some of my really, really heavy-duty, non-violent friends, like Mairead McGuire.
I understand that humans are so "messed up" -- to use a nice word, because I promised my mom I'd stop using the F-bomb in public.
And I'm trying harder and harder.
Mom, I'm really trying.
We need a little bit of police; we need a little bit of military, but for defense.
We need to redefine what makes us secure in this world.
It is not arming our country to the teeth.
It is not getting other countries to arm themselves to the teeth with the weapons that we produce and we sell them.
It is using that money more rationally to make the countries of the world secure, to make the people of the world secure.
I was thinking about the recent ongoings in Congress, to try to get the START vote.
I certainly support the START vote.
But he's offering 84 billion dollars for the modernizing of nuclear weapons.
Do you know the figure that the U.N. talks about for fulfilling the Millennium Development Goals is 80 billion dollars?
Just that little bit of money, which to me, I wish it was in my bank account -- it's not, but ...
In global terms, it's a little bit of money.
But it's going to modernize weapons we do not need and will not be gotten rid of in our lifetime, unless we get up off our ...
and take action to make it happen, unless we begin to believe that all of the things that we've been hearing about in these last two days are elements of what come together to make human security.
It is saving the tigers.
It is stopping the tar sands.
It is having access to medical equipment that can actually tell who does have cancer.
It is all of those things.
It is using our money for all of those things.
It is about action.
I was in Hiroshima a couple of weeks ago, and His Holiness -- we're sitting there in front of thousands of people in the city, and there were about eight of us Nobel laureates.
We're staring at everybody, waiting our turn to speak, and he leans over to me, and he says, "Jody, I'm a Buddhist monk."
I said, "Yes, Your Holiness.
Your robe gives it away."
He said, "You know that I kind of like meditation, and I pray."
I said, "That's good. That's good.
We need that in the world.
I don't follow that, but that's cool."
And he says, "But I have become skeptical. I do not believe that meditation and prayer will change this world.
I think what we need is action."
His Holiness, in his robes, is my new action hero.
I spoke with Aung Sun Suu Kyi a couple of days ago.
As most of you know, she's a hero for democracy in her country, Burma.
You probably also know that she has spent 15 of the last 20 years imprisoned for her efforts to bring about democracy.
She was just released a couple of weeks ago, and we're very concerned to see how long she will be free, because she is already out in the streets in Rangoon, agitating for change.
She is already out in the streets, working with the party to try to rebuild it.
But I talked to her for a range of issues.
because it's similar to what His Holiness said.
She said, "You know, we have a long road to go to finally get democracy in my country.
But I don't believe in hope without endeavor.
I don't believe in the hope of change, unless we take action to make it so."
Here's another woman hero of mine.
She's my friend, Dr. Shirin Ebadi, to receive the Nobel Peace Prize.
She has been in exile for the last year and a half.
You ask her where she lives -- where does she live in exile?
She says the airports of the world.
She is traveling because she was out of the country at the time of the elections.
And instead of going home, she conferred with all the other women that she works with, who said to her, "Stay out. We need you out.
We need to be able to talk to you out there, so that you can give the message of what's happening here."
A year and a half -- she's out speaking on behalf of the other women in her country.
Wangari Maathai -- 2004 Peace laureate.
They call her the "Tree Lady," but she's more than the Tree Lady.
Working for peace is very creative.
It's hard work every day.
When she was planting those trees, I don't think most people understand that, at the same time, she was using the action of getting people together to plant those trees to talk about how to overcome the authoritarian government in her country.
People could not gather without getting busted and taken to jail.
But if they were together planting trees for the environment, it was okay -- creativity.
But it's not just iconic women like Shirin, like Aung Sun Suu Kyi, like Wangari Maathai -- it is other women in the world who are also struggling together to change this world.
The Women's League of Burma, 11 individual organizations of Burmese women came together because there's strength in numbers.
Working together is what changes our world.
The Million Signatures Campaign of women inside Burma working together to change human rights, to bring democracy to that country.
When one is arrested and taken to prison, another one comes out and joins the movement, recognizing that if they work together, they will ultimately bring change in their own country.
Mairead McGuire in the middle, Betty Williams on the right-hand side -- bringing peace to Northern Ireland.
I'll tell you the quick story.
An IRA driver was shot, and his car plowed into people on the side of the street.
There was a mother and three children.
The children were killed on the spot.
It was Mairead's sister.
Instead of giving in to grief, depression, defeat in the face of that violence, Mairead hooked up with Betty -- a staunch Protestant and a staunch Catholic -- and they took to the streets to say, "No more violence."
And they were able to get tens of thousands of, primarily, women, some men, in the streets to bring about change.
And they have been part of what brought peace to Northern Ireland, and they're still working on it, because there's still a lot more to do.
This is Rigoberta Menchu Tum.
She also received the Peace Prize.
She is now running for president.
She is educating the indigenous people of her country about what it means to be a democracy, about how you bring democracy to the country, about educating, about how to vote -- but that democracy is not just about voting; it's about being an active citizen.
That's what I got stuck doing -- the landmine campaign.
One of the things that made this campaign work is because we grew from two NGOs to thousands in 90 countries around the world, working together in common cause to ban landmines.
Some of the people who worked in our campaign could only work maybe an hour a month.
They could maybe volunteer that much.
There were others, like myself, who were full-time.
But it was the actions, together, of all of us that brought about that change.
In my view, what we need today is people getting up and taking action to reclaim the meaning of peace.
It's not a dirty word.
It's hard work every single day.
And if each of us who cares about the different things we care about got up off our butts and volunteered as much time as we could, we would change this world, we would save this world.
And we can't wait for the other guy. We have to do it ourselves.
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Claushezadeâs gaze shifted to Sheila. Something shone in his eyes. She lamented and thought about it in her mind, and then she realized.
The other party was the son of a duke. It would be unacceptable to use such a person. They would definitely be offended by this. Not only Felix but even Claushezade could be admonished.
Sheila turned pale in an instant and stood up straighter from Leidyruneâs chest, which she was leaning against.
â.... Hahaha, I canât trouble Leidyrune-senpai after all, so I think Iâll go with Claushezade-sensei.â
She signaled that she wanted to go down, but for some reason, Leidyrune wouldnât let go. The two quietly stared at each other, seemingly unaware of Sheilaâs presence. There was a tense air around them.
What is this atmosphere? I donât really understand, but is there some kind of factional conflict among the nobles?
As Sheila watched with bated breath, Leidyrune quietly opened his mouth.
â... I will perform the healing. There is no need for you to trouble yourself with it.â
âHealing magic is my area of expertise. I can heal him faster.â
â....â
When Claushezade immediately replied, Leidyrune backed down, perhaps thinking that further confrontations were meaningless to the teacher.
After the conversation ended, the outfielders breathed a sigh of relief. They were nodding to each other with tired smiles on their faces.
Sheila was slowly handed over from Leidyruneâs arms to Claushezadeâs. She didnât forget to thank him properly.
âThank you very much, Leidyrune-senpai. I will give you something as thanks next time.â
âââHmm, I donât remember planning to receive any charity from a commoner.â
âOh, thatâs true. Iâll stop then.â
Sheila easily changed her opinion, saying that she wouldnât be able to thank the other party appropriately for his status.
Leidyruneâs eyebrows twitched, he was about to say something, but Claushezade cut off any further conversation.
âThe unfamiliar series of battles will surely make your body feel tired. The other students who are still here should return to their dormitories as soon as possible and take a good rest. ââThis concludes todayâs competency test!â
Hearing the announcement, the students scattered in droves. Claushezade walked off in a different direction. He must be going to the staff building.
âDonât drag me into your nonsense. Itâs ridiculous to deal with such a child....â
Claushezade muttered indignantly as he walked away, but Sheila was too scared to ask him what he was talking about. Instead, she tried to change the subject to a lighter topic.
âClaushezade-sensei, I understood your actions when I thought about it properly. You stopped me because you didnât want me to get into trouble with the dukeâs son again, didnât you?â
His brow remained furrowed, but he answered.
âThatâs one thing, but.... your injury is probably closer to the base of your thigh. If he was to perform a healing operation, he would have to touch the affected area. I couldnât allow him to treat an area that couldnât be exposed without removing your underwear.â
âOh, I see. Underwear is for women, isnât it?â
Right, that was a mistake on her part. When Sheila clapped her hands, Claushezade looked as if he was eating something bitter.
âHave some modesty, you idiot.â
âIâm sorry. You mean that from now on I should wear menâs underwear as well, just to be on the safe side, right?â
â.... Itâs getting very tedious to correct each and every word.â
As they continued their somewhat irreconcilable conversation, before they knew it, they were in the staff building. He climbed the stairs and entered the office reserved for special course teachers.
âThe main point is you lack common sense. Do you think I could have predicted that the result would be far beyond my expectations, such as a complete victory in every single one of your matches?â
Although he said this, he was very careful and gentle in the way he made Sheila sit in the chair. The chair itself was too hard, though.
As Sheila quickly tried to pull down her undergarment, a lap blanket was offered to her. Claushezade silently turned his back to her, probably wanting her to use it to cover herself when she took them off.
She stripped off the cloth that had stopped the bleeding and put her hand on her undergarment. They were of the slim type that went along the body, so they inevitably rubbed against the wound. This was going to take some time. To distract herself as much as possible, she questioned Claushezadeâs words.
âHuh? I won all the matches just like you told me to, didnât I? This means I can go to the special course, right?â
Even though Sheila had achieved her goal, she was told that it was unexpected, so she tilted her head. She thought she would be praised.
âI told you to enter the special course no matter what, but I didnât say that you should win everything. You donât usually expect to win against Leidyrune Centrix. A good fight would have been enough, but.... you always exceeded my plans.â
âDid I do anything else? ââOh, by the way, Iâm ready. Please take care of me.â
Claushezade, who had been facing the door the whole time, turned around and bent down in front of Sheila. He frowned slightly when he saw that the flesh in the affected area was slightly gouged.
âI canât imagine that you would be so reckless as to do something like this when it is only a test.â
âIâm sorry, are you not good at the sight of blood?â
âIf Iâm not good with blood, I wouldnât want to be a knight, would I?â
âHuh. Thatâs true too.â
Claushezade gently touched the wound. His hand was very careful as if he was handling a small newborn baby.
A soft light appeared on his fingertips, and the wound felt warmer. Staring at the white, gentle light, Sheila vaguely understood.
Heâs worried about me.
It was very hard to tell, though, because his expressionless face only slightly frowned. He was a strict man, but he wasnât cruel.
âAs for the fact that you had no hesitation in wearing menâs underwear, I honestly feel as if I had encountered an unknown creature. Apart from that, you have encountered the likes of Seiryuu Mifune, Regress Olbrandt, and Leidyrune Centrix....â
Claushezade cut off his words halfway through. It was as if he was afraid to say what he was going to say and had it become a reality.
He covered his eyes with one hand and carefully rubbed his temples.
âI hope you donât give me any more headaches.â
Claushezade spat out, looking annoyed. Sheila wasnât depressed by the cold words because the touch, the healing light, was so comforting.
When Sheila laughed and said, âIâm sorry,â Claushezadeâs eyebrows deepened. But after a certain amount of time together, she could tell that he was embarrassed. Sheila laughed more and more.
But then she remembered that she had one more thing to report, and she quickly stopped laughing.
âUm, sorry. Iâm afraid I may have to give you another headache.â
There was no mistaking the sullen look in Claushezadeâs eyes. But not saying anything wasnât an option, so Sheila opened her mouth.
This is just a hunch, but I have a feeling that... Jornwerner-sensei has found out.â
âDid he know? That youâre a woman?â
Sheila fidgeted and gently averted her gaze.
â..... Actually, heâs known that too, since very early on.â
âWhat?â
âW-well, he said that he will keep it a secret because itâs so interesting..... But, thatâs not it, he was watching the match with Leidyrune-senpai just now.â
He stared at her as if to ask her why she didnât report it sooner, but Claushezade decided to think about the immediate problem.
âââI was certainly aware of the spectacle. But I donât think thatâs enough to know that you used the spirit arts. The other students and even your opponent, Leidyrune Centrix, didnât seem to have any doubts about it. I knew about it because I knew of its existence beforehand, but usually, people wouldnât assume that because it would be impossible for a living human being.â
âThatâs right. But somehow, I feel like Iâve been exposed.....â
Sheila believed she was able to use it without being detected. She could wrapped the wind around her body, strengthened her sword, and used other techniques that werenât obvious to the casual observer. Even if she didnât have a technique, she could manage it if she endured the situation, so it shouldnât have been particularly unnatural.
Yet, why couldnât she get rid of this bad feeling?
Clauschezade didnât take the situation lightly, either, and he was thinking about it with a difficult look on his face.
â.... Your intuition is not to be underestimated. But to be noticed by Jornwerner, another troublesome opponent. Didnât you catch his eye because you were exposed in the first place?â
âThat may be true, but thereâs no way to prevent someone from judging you as a woman based on the shape of your skull alone.â
It felt unreasonable to be offended about this matter. It wasnât that Sheila was sloppy, but she had been seen through when they first met.
Claushezade let out an annoyed sigh.
âSkull.... another trouble, that one.â
âHuh? Do you know him?â
It was a strangely friendly way of saying it, so she asked him, but Claushezade said it clearly with a resolute expression.
âNo. We are acquaintances, but we are not friends.â
Sheilaâs instincts decided she shouldnât dig too deep.
Claushezade continued on to discuss what to do next.
âIf he is really aware of you, he will approach you again. If youâre approached, come to me immediately. The only other thing you can do is to avoid being alone with him as much as possible. He wonât be able to talk easily in the presence of others. If you donât want to be used as an experimental animal, be sure to observe these two points.â
âI understand. Iâll call you when Iâm approached, and I wonât be alone as much as possible. If itâs just those two, I think I can handle it.â
Despite her confident declaration, Sheila was met with skepticism. She wondered why.
Before she knew it, the treatment was over. The wounded area was now covered with pink skin. It felt a little itchy.
Claushezadeâs fingers moved away.
âHealing magic encourages quick regeneration by activating the cells of the body. Hence, it takes a toll on the body. I have to report to Felix-sama tomorrow, so it canât be helped, but.... at least get some rest over there.â
âI understand. Thank you very much.â
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âGood grief, you really are one troublesome fellow. So you just want a magic item that can allow you to use Polymorph for now?â
âYeah, please. Iâll pay you how much you want, and Iâll do anything.â
âOh, youâll do anything?â
âAh, no. Except for anything immoral, okay?â
I mentioned it just in case after seeing the perverted smile on his face. Iâm sorry, but I had no plan of becoming someone whoâd cause discord in families. Not just families, even couples and such.
âAh, well. But Polymorph, huh... Iâve never made a magic item with that effect.â
âSo, itâs impossible for you too?â
âNo, if itâs just to load it into a scroll, I can do it even now. I even have the materials at hand.â
âThen do it already!â
âOkay, I got it already. But only after we drink the tea. Den makes some delicious tea. I drove those skills into him.â
Along with his words, Den brought herbal tea with a tray.
âI have kept you waiting. Itâs a blend of lemongrass and ginger.â
âOh, that looks quite delicious.â
Given that this place was half-sunk, the air was quite stagnant. The fragrant smell of the tea filled such a place now. The aroma alone stirred our appetites.
âGinger warms the body, while lemongrass has a calming effect, so it should help you calm down.â
âOhoh.â
While you could say the winter had passed its peak, the nights were still decently cold. His consideration was really helpful. Was this also due to Asteâs butler training?
âMoreover, it is also good for anemia and helps produce milk.
âPffffft!â
Wait, why did he try to make me drink something that helps with breast milk production? I donât even have milk yet to begin with.
âWell, I feared you might be feeling anemic. I smelled blood from Mâlady.â
Now that he mentioned it, I did have my menstruation just recently. I couldnât deny that I had slight anemia.
âAnd, with all due respect, I have detected some problems with your chest area.â
âIt has been six months since our meeting. Considering the growth so far, there are some concerns toââ
âEnough already! Also, we have things to do. Aste, hurry up and drink your tea already!â
Where did I go wrong for even the Ogre that I helped to start sexually harassing me? I forcefully ended the topic and poured the tea in Asteâs mouth.
âHot! Hey, hold on a bit, itâs hoot!â
âDid you awaken to hot water torture recently?â
âAre there other casualties?â
Wait, it wasnât hot water with Cloud. It doesnât count! And I burned that summoner guy with threads too. Iâve never splashed hot water at anyone.
âDonât spread baseless rumors. The night is short, hurry up, hurry up.â
âStop pouring hot tea in my mouth already!â
After a great fuss, we decided to head to Asteâs cave.
Den seemed to hold the sense of obligation to protect my hideout, so he didnât follow us to the cave and insisted on remaining behind.
Thus we headed there with just the three of us, and he guided us inside. The house inside the cave... Was a weird way of putting it, but in the room beyond it, there was a pile of materials that I had never seen before.
âThis is amazing. I havenât seen these even in my previous life.â
âItâs a collection that I have spent many years collecting.â
âWith this much, you really should be able to make a high-ranking scroll.â
âYeah, but as for work... Right, it will probably take about five hours even for me.â
âFive hours... Itâll be dead of night by then. Or rather, probably better to say itâll be dawn.â
Making a detour shaved away quite a bit of our time. It was already close to midnight. In five hours, itâll practically be morning already.
âIâll start right away, so you two rest in the guest room over there.â
âYou had a guest room?â
âThis is still a house, you know? Of course there is one.â
âItâs buried inside a cave, too late to call it a house.â
âItâs not like itâs buried because I wanted to. I just reformed my old house that got rolled up in a volcanic eruption.â
âWait, how long has this house been around for...â
I have heard that this mountain had erupted before. But that happened so long ago even the folktales of it were uncertain.
At any rate, it would suit us if there was a guest room. It was already night, so I was feeling sleepy. I dragged Maxwell who seemed to want to stay and watch, and slipped into the room.
It was a room so pleasant it was unfit for an underground place. Near the ceiling, there was a substrate of something like a folding fan attached to it, and it slowly rotated, sending air to the outside.
This allowed the air inside to circulate, constantly bringing in fresh air.
âHoho, so that rotating fan is creating wind here.â
âIt has a strangely good angle too. Must be good during the summer.â
âThe cold wind machines have similar mechanisms too if I am not mistaken.â
The cold wind machines that were your summertime friends. They had Ice Wall spells inside them, and they passed the wind through it, breezing cold air out into the rooms.
Incidentally, it was the Whitey who created those apparently. Quite hard to imagine from her.
Other than that, I noticed one important thing.
âHey, this room... Thereâs only one bed.â
There was only one smallish bed here. It would be quite cramped to sleep there.
âWell I have a small body, so I guess we could sleep somehow.â
âThat is not the problem here. You should start paying attention to the contact with the opposite sex at that age already.â
âHah? We are companions... What are you saying after all this time?â
âAgh, enough. I shall sleep on the floor.â
âI said I donât mind.â
âI do mind!â
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | Scientists tell us that the world is warming.
Scientists tell us that vaccines are safe.
But how do we know if they are right?
Why should be believe the science?
The fact is, many of us actually don't believe the science.
Public opinion polls consistently show that significant proportions of the American people don't believe the climate is warming due to human activities, don't think that there is evolution by natural selection, and aren't persuaded by the safety of vaccines.
So why should we believe the science?
Well, scientists don't like talking about science as a matter of belief.
In fact, they would contrast science with faith, and they would say belief is the domain of faith.
And faith is a separate thing apart and distinct from science.
Indeed they would say religion is based on faith or maybe the calculus of Pascal's wager.
Blaise Pascal was a 17th-century mathematician who tried to bring scientific reasoning to the question of whether or not he should believe in God, and his wager went like this: Well, if God doesn't exist but I decide to believe in him nothing much is really lost.
Maybe a few hours on Sunday.
But if he does exist and I don't believe in him, then I'm in deep trouble.
And so Pascal said, we'd better believe in God.
Or as one of my college professors said, "He clutched for the handrail of faith."
He made that leap of faith leaving science and rationalism behind.
Now the fact is though, for most of us, most scientific claims are a leap of faith.
We can't really judge scientific claims for ourselves in most cases.
And indeed this is actually true for most scientists as well outside of their own specialties.
So if you think about it, a geologist can't tell you whether a vaccine is safe.
Most chemists are not experts in evolutionary theory.
A physicist cannot tell you, despite the claims of some of them, whether or not tobacco causes cancer.
So, if even scientists themselves have to make a leap of faith outside their own fields, then why do they accept the claims of other scientists?
Why do they believe each other's claims?
And should we believe those claims?
So what I'd like to argue is yes, we should, but not for the reason that most of us think.
Most of us were taught in school that the reason we should believe in science is because of the scientific method.
We were taught that scientists follow a method and that this method guarantees the truth of their claims.
The method that most of us were taught in school, we can call it the textbook method, is the hypothetical deductive method.
According to the standard model, the textbook model, scientists develop hypotheses, they deduce the consequences of those hypotheses, and then they go out into the world and they say, "Okay, well are those consequences true?"
Can we observe them taking place in the natural world?
And if they are true, then the scientists say, "Great, we know the hypothesis is correct."
So there are many famous examples in the history of science of scientists doing exactly this.
One of the most famous examples comes from the work of Albert Einstein.
When Einstein developed the theory of general relativity, one of the consequences of his theory was that space-time wasn't just an empty void but that it actually had a fabric.
And that that fabric was bent in the presence of massive objects like the sun.
So if this theory were true then it meant that light as it passed the sun should actually be bent around it.
That was a pretty startling prediction and it took a few years before scientists were able to test it but they did test it in 1919, and lo and behold it turned out to be true.
Starlight actually does bend as it travels around the sun.
This was a huge confirmation of the theory.
It was considered proof of the truth of this radical new idea, and it was written up in many newspapers around the globe.
Now, sometimes this theory or this model is referred to as the deductive-nomological model, mainly because academics like to make things complicated.
But also because in the ideal case, it's about laws.
So nomological means having to do with laws.
And in the ideal case, the hypothesis isn't just an idea: ideally, it is a law of nature.
Why does it matter that it is a law of nature?
Because if it is a law, it can't be broken.
If it's a law then it will always be true in all times and all places no matter what the circumstances are.
And all of you know of at least one example of a famous law: Einstein's famous equation, E=MC2, between energy and mass.
And that relationship is true no matter what.
Now, it turns out, though, that there are several problems with this model.
The main problem is that it's wrong.
It's just not true. And I'm going to talk about three reasons why it's wrong.
So the first reason is a logical reason.
It's the problem of the fallacy of affirming the consequent.
So that's another fancy, academic way of saying that false theories can make true predictions.
So just because the prediction comes true doesn't actually logically prove that the theory is correct.
And I have a good example of that too, again from the history of science.
This is a picture of the Ptolemaic universe with the Earth at the center of the universe and the sun and the planets going around it.
The Ptolemaic model was believed by many very smart people for many centuries.
Well, why?
Well the answer is because it made lots of predictions that came true.
The Ptolemaic system enabled astronomers to make accurate predictions of the motions of the planet, in fact more accurate predictions at first than the Copernican theory which we now would say is true.
So that's one problem with the textbook model.
A second problem is a practical problem, and it's the problem of auxiliary hypotheses.
Auxiliary hypotheses are assumptions that scientists are making that they may or may not even be aware that they're making.
So an important example of this comes from the Copernican model, which ultimately replaced the Ptolemaic system.
So when Nicolaus Copernicus said, actually the Earth is not the center of the universe, the sun is the center of the solar system, the Earth moves around the sun.
Scientists said, well okay, Nicolaus, if that's true we ought to be able to detect the motion of the Earth around the sun.
And so this slide here illustrates a concept known as stellar parallax.
And astronomers said, if the Earth is moving and we look at a prominent star, let's say, Sirius -- well I know I'm in Manhattan so you guys can't see the stars, but imagine you're out in the country, imagine you chose that rural life â and we look at a star in December, we see that star against the backdrop of distant stars.
If we now make the same observation six months later when the Earth has moved to this position in June, we look at that same star and we see it against a different backdrop.
That difference, that angular difference, is the stellar parallax.
So this is a prediction that the Copernican model makes.
Astronomers looked for the stellar parallax and they found nothing, nothing at all.
And many people argued that this proved that the Copernican model was false.
So what happened?
Well, in hindsight we can say that astronomers were making two auxiliary hypotheses, both of which we would now say were incorrect.
The first was an assumption about the size of the Earth's orbit.
Astronomers were assuming that the Earth's orbit was large relative to the distance to the stars.
Today we would draw the picture more like this, this comes from NASA, and you see the Earth's orbit is actually quite small.
In fact, it's actually much smaller even than shown here.
The stellar parallax therefore, is very small and actually very hard to detect.
And that leads to the second reason why the prediction didn't work, because scientists were also assuming that the telescopes they had were sensitive enough to detect the parallax.
And that turned out not to be true.
It wasn't until the 19th century that scientists were able to detect the stellar parallax.
So, there's a third problem as well.
The third problem is simply a factual problem, that a lot of science doesn't fit the textbook model.
A lot of science isn't deductive at all, it's actually inductive.
And by that we mean that scientists don't necessarily start with theories and hypotheses, often they just start with observations of stuff going on in the world.
And the most famous example of that is one of the most famous scientists who ever lived, Charles Darwin.
When Darwin went out as a young man on the voyage of the Beagle, he didn't have a hypothesis, he didn't have a theory.
He just knew that he wanted to have a career as a scientist and he started to collect data.
Mainly he knew that he hated medicine because the sight of blood made him sick so he had to have an alternative career path.
So he started collecting data.
And he collected many things, including his famous finches.
When he collected these finches, he threw them in a bag and he had no idea what they meant.
Many years later back in London, Darwin looked at his data again and began to develop an explanation, and that explanation was the theory of natural selection.
Besides inductive science, scientists also often participate in modeling.
One of the things scientists want to do in life is to explain the causes of things.
And how do we do that?
Well, one way you can do it is to build a model that tests an idea.
So this is a picture of Henry Cadell, who was a Scottish geologist in the 19th century.
You can tell he's Scottish because he's wearing a deerstalker cap and Wellington boots.
And Cadell wanted to answer the question, how are mountains formed?
And one of the things he had observed is that if you look at mountains like the Appalachians, you often find that the rocks in them are folded, and they're folded in a particular way, which suggested to him that they were actually being compressed from the side.
And this idea would later play a major role in discussions of continental drift.
So he built this model, this crazy contraption with levers and wood, and here's his wheelbarrow, buckets, a big sledgehammer.
I don't know why he's got the Wellington boots.
Maybe it's going to rain.
And he created this physical model in order to demonstrate that you could, in fact, create patterns in rocks, or at least, in this case, in mud, that looked a lot like mountains if you compressed them from the side.
So it was an argument about the cause of mountains.
Nowadays, most scientists prefer to work inside, so they don't build physical models so much as to make computer simulations.
But a computer simulation is a kind of a model.
It's a model that's made with mathematics, and like the physical models of the 19th century, it's very important for thinking about causes.
So one of the big questions to do with climate change, we have tremendous amounts of evidence that the Earth is warming up.
This slide here, the black line shows the measurements that scientists have taken for the last 150 years showing that the Earth's temperature has steadily increased, and you can see in particular that in the last 50 years there's been this dramatic increase of nearly one degree centigrade, or almost two degrees Fahrenheit.
So what, though, is driving that change?
How can we know what's causing the observed warming?
Well, scientists can model it using a computer simulation.
So this diagram illustrates a computer simulation that has looked at all the different factors that we know can influence the Earth's climate, so sulfate particles from air pollution, volcanic dust from volcanic eruptions, changes in solar radiation, and, of course, greenhouse gases.
And they asked the question, what set of variables put into a model will reproduce what we actually see in real life?
So here is the real life in black.
Here's the model in this light gray, and the answer is a model that includes, it's the answer E on that SAT, the observed temperature measurements is with all of these things put together, including greenhouse gases, and in particular you can see that the increase in greenhouse gases tracks this very dramatic increase in temperature over the last 50 years.
And so this is why climate scientists say it's not just that we know that climate change is happening, we know that greenhouse gases are a major part of the reason why.
So now because there all these different things that scientists do, the philosopher Paul Feyerabend famously said, "The only principle in science that doesn't inhibit progress is: anything goes."
Now this quotation has often been taken out of context, because Feyerabend was not actually saying that in science anything goes.
What he was saying was, actually the full quotation is, "If you press me to say what is the method of science, I would have to say: anything goes."
What he was trying to say is that scientists do a lot of different things.
Scientists are creative.
But then this pushes the question back: If scientists don't use a single method, then how do they decide what's right and what's wrong?
And who judges?
And the answer is, scientists judge, and they judge by judging evidence.
Scientists collect evidence in many different ways, but however they collect it, they have to subject it to scrutiny.
And this led the sociologist Robert Merton to focus on this question of how scientists scrutinize data and evidence, and he said they do it in a way he called "organized skepticism."
And by that he meant it's organized because they do it collectively, they do it as a group, and skepticism, because they do it from a position of distrust.
That is to say, the burden of proof is on the person with a novel claim.
And in this sense, science is intrinsically conservative.
It's quite hard to persuade the scientific community to say, "Yes, we know something, this is true."
So despite the popularity of the concept of paradigm shifts, what we find is that actually, really major changes in scientific thinking are relatively rare in the history of science.
So finally that brings us to one more idea: If scientists judge evidence collectively, this has led historians to focus on the question of consensus, and to say that at the end of the day, what science is, what scientific knowledge is, is the consensus of the scientific experts who through this process of organized scrutiny, collective scrutiny, have judged the evidence and come to a conclusion about it, either yea or nay.
So we can think of scientific knowledge as a consensus of experts.
We can also think of science as being a kind of a jury, except it's a very special kind of jury.
It's not a jury of your peers, it's a jury of geeks.
It's a jury of men and women with Ph.D.s, and unlike a conventional jury, which has only two choices, guilty or not guilty, the scientific jury actually has a number of choices.
Scientists can say yes, something's true.
Scientists can say no, it's false.
Or, they can say, well it might be true but we need to work more and collect more evidence.
Or, they can say it might be true, but we don't know how to answer the question and we're going to put it aside and maybe we'll come back to it later.
That's what scientists call "intractable."
But this leads us to one final problem: If science is what scientists say it is, then isn't that just an appeal to authority?
And weren't we all taught in school that the appeal to authority is a logical fallacy?
Well, here's the paradox of modern science, the paradox of the conclusion I think historians and philosophers and sociologists have come to, that actually science is the appeal to authority, but it's not the authority of the individual, no matter how smart that individual is, like Plato or Socrates or Einstein.
It's the authority of the collective community.
You can think of it is a kind of wisdom of the crowd, but a very special kind of crowd.
Science does appeal to authority, but it's not based on any individual, no matter how smart that individual may be.
It's based on the collective wisdom, the collective knowledge, the collective work, of all of the scientists who have worked on a particular problem. Scientists have a kind of culture of collective distrust, this "show me" culture, illustrated by this nice woman here showing her colleagues her evidence.
Of course, these people don't really look like scientists, because they're much too happy.
Okay, so that brings me to my final point.
Most of us get up in the morning.
Most of us trust our cars.
Well, see, now I'm thinking, I'm in Manhattan, this is a bad analogy, but most Americans who don't live in Manhattan get up in the morning and get in their cars and turn on that ignition, and their cars work, and they work incredibly well.
The modern automobile hardly ever breaks down.
So why is that? Why do cars work so well?
It's not because of the genius of Henry Ford or Karl Benz or even Elon Musk.
It's because the modern automobile is the product of more than 100 years of work by hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands of people.
The modern automobile is the product of the collected work and wisdom and experience of every man and woman who has ever worked on a car, and the reliability of the technology is the result of that accumulated effort.
We benefit not just from the genius of Benz and Ford and Musk but from the collective intelligence and hard work of all of the people who have worked on the modern car.
And the same is true of science, only science is even older.
Our basis for trust in science is actually the same as our basis in trust in technology, and the same as our basis for trust in anything, namely, experience.
But it shouldn't be blind trust any more than we would have blind trust in anything.
Our trust in science, like science itself, should be based on evidence, and that means that scientists have to become better communicators.
They have to explain to us not just what they know but how they know it, and it means that we have to become better listeners.
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âWell, the quality of the product will also matter. But people trust that a noble would not sell something of low quality, because that would quickly affect their reputation.â
âIn other words, a business that is based on trust between the landlord and the people becomes its own brand?â
âExactly.â
Brands sold by nobles...would they be like luxury brands?
I suppose that being sold by a trusted noble was part of the brand as well.
Ms. Claireâs family business brought in great profits, so that must mean they had the peopleâs trust.
âWhat I am thinking is this. The medicinal herbs that you make, Mr. Takumi, will be sold as a branded product of the Liebert house. By having a dukeâs house manage things, people will trust that the product is of good quality. And of course, Mr. Takumi, you will be properly compensated for your work.â
âHmm.â
âSo in order to avoid disrupting the market, this family will handle things while you make the medicinal plants, Mr. Takumi. As it would not be wise for you to just make anything and in great quantities, we will have to organize things with the stores, and then have you cultivate them.â
So they would be sold in stores owned by the duke, and I would get orders for the amount to produce...was that right?
âOf course, if you would rather not rely on us and start your own business, I will not try to stop you. While I mean to pay you properly, itâs possible that you could make more of a profit if you did it all alone.â
âHmm... Well, thatâs not something that Iâm concerned about. And I donât have any desire to be the central figure in the business either.â
This was still a world where I barely knew right from left. And so it felt wise to leave the actual selling to them.
While it could not be helped that less of the profits would go to me, this was just a power I was suddenly able to use.
Itâs not something that I had worked hard to attain. And so I would be making money very easily.
These were very favorable conditions.
âI think that I will leave it to your family, Ms. Claire. ...Besides, I surely do not have the same talent for trade.â
âVery well. That being said, it is just an early idea. My father is still the head of this house. And so we will not be able to add the medicinal plants to our stores without permission, nor can we ask you to cultivate them as an employee.â
âSo, Ms. Claire... We wonât be able to do it immediately?â
âYes. I must speak with my father first. However, I doubt that he wonât give his permission... Though...â
âHuh?â
â...I was just thinking about how troublesome it will be that he will bring up my marriage again when I talk to him...â
âAh...thatâs true...â
She had grumbled about him for a long time yesterday. He must bring it up with her a lot... She said that it had been nearly every day.
Ms. Claire was living away from her father now, and they would be meeting after a long while. And so it was very likely that he would start trying to find her a match once again.
I felt a little sorry for her.
âIâll think about the terms of the contract and other details before I meet him. Mr. Takumi, you must also think about it very carefully and decide whether to do it or not. ...And I must also think of ways to turn those marriages down...!â
â...Of course.â
She sounded the most determined during the last part...
I would try to avoid bringing the subject up with her from now on.
After that, I looked through the book and tested to see what other plants I could make with Weed Cultivation.
While I was able to make most of the plants in the book, there were also some that I was unsuccessful with.
There was one called âNeegi,â which was like a Japanese green onion.
It even said in the description that it would heal ailments if you wrapped it around your neck.
âWhat kind of folk medicine is...â
Regardless, I was not able to make it through Weed Cultivation.
When I asked Sebastian, he said that it was commonly sold as food. If it was considered farm produce, then that would explain why I am unable to make it.
It did make me wonder who exactly decides if a plant is part of agriculture or not, but I decided to not think about it too deeply, as there would be no answers.
â...Phew.â
I continued to try to grow different plants until lunch time.
A great variety of plants were now growing in the back garden so that it looked like a little field.
However, out of all of the plants that were there, there was one single plant that was not in the book. And I had no memory of ever seeing such a plant before.
A plant had been made when I had no knowledge of it at all.
â...I thought plants were only supposed to grow after I imagined them?â
What had I been thinking about when making this?
I think...I had been thinking vaguely about how Leo and Tilura were running around and playing in the garden, and how tired I would be if I joined them.
After that, I thought of energy drinks, and wondered if there wasnât something here that would give me energy. And then I touched the ground.
And before I knew it, a single purple leaf with no stem had sprouted from the dirt.
I had then plucked it. But I wouldnât dare use or sell something if I didnât know what effect it would have.
I showed Ms. Claire and Sebastian, but neither knew of the plant either. And so I decided to take it back to my room.
âIâll put it here for now.â
I placed the unfamiliar plant on the desk in my room, and then I headed to the dining hall.
By now, I knew how to reach it, and did not need Ms. Lyra to show me the way.
For lunch, we had pasta.
It wasnât the thick, long type of spaghetti often eaten in Japan, as the noodles were flat a few centimeters wide.
Everything that Ms. Helena made was delicious, so this should be no different. It was with such thoughts that I picked up the fork that lay next to my plate. | {
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Their numbers exceeded five hundred; they took all of the seats. Just as Seiya thought to watch the contest while standing, he discovered an empty seat in the center.
Even though the seat was empty, no one approached it. For some reason, everyone chose to stand.
ãDid you come to greet some people in the beauty contest, Raiga?ã[]ãSo itâs Seiya. What is happened with Lily and Yua? ã
Sitting there was a special magician as well as Yuaâs father, Raiga Arunia.
The spectators took their distance from Raiga, but Seiya didnât bother and sat next to him.
Seeing him sitting next to Raiga and casually starting a conversation, everyone around got suddenly agitated.
Some of them saidãWhat is this brat doing!?ã,ãDo you want to die!?ã,ãAre you an idiot!?ã, but Seiya didnât hear that.
Without any care for his surroundings, Seiya answered Raigaâs previous question.
ãI see. Is your target the melon bread? ã
ãKind of. By the way, what about Melena? ã
ãAs for her, I handed her some money, so she is sightseeing the festival right nowã
It seems that Melena is enjoying the festival. []
However, why is he in such a place, though Seiya. How does the greeting of important people lead him to be here? Besides, a person of Raigaâs status should usually be in the section for the important guests.
ãAre you here for a job?ã
ãYou can say that. There is a possibility that the winner will be kidnapped. Iâm a countermeasureã
ãI see, you are the special deterrentã
ãThatâs about rightã
Apparently, Raiga uses his presence to deter any possible kidnappers from an action. Raiga is famous not only in Aquaristan but across the whole kingdom. He is perfect as the deterrent.
While the two were talking about those things, the beauty contest finally began.
There were nine participants. Of course, Lily and Yua were among them, but they were on a completely different level from the rest. To be honest, itâs on the level when you can only pity other participants.
And Seiya noticed something. That is, Lilyâs body was bigger than usual in certain places.
Instead of the little girl, she changed into the enchanting adult version.
When she became aware of Seiyaâs gaze, Lily showed him a smile. While Seiya was smiling in response, the host woman said loudly.
ãAll right, this yearâs aquamarine beauty contest, in shortãAmaconã, starts nowã
ãããããããããWoaaa!ããããããããã
When the woman said her piece, the audience erupted in loud cheers.
First is the interview, in order from left to right.
Yua is third and Lily is fifth. The interview included questions about motivation, melon bread and so on and so forth.
When the first twoâs interview has ended, it was finally Yuaâs turn. The host asked Yua:
ãEntry number three, such a cute girl. What is your name? ã
ãYua....ã
ãSo you are Yua-san then. Why are you participating in the Amacon? ã
ãFor my fiancÊ......ã
ãEeh, so you have a fiancÊ?ã
The hall became quiet. The host big sister was troubled how to react too, adding to that, the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat weird.
ãSo it is for your fiancÊ, how wonderful. By the way, is he present in the audience right now? ã
The audience was looking around with ã Who is it? Who is it? ã question in their eyes. For some reason, their stares also contained bloodlust.
Not caring about the audience, the host asked YuaãWhere is he? ã. And Yua, without any hesitation, pointed at Seiya with her finger.
ãSeiya....ã
ãEh?! You mean, the one next to Raiga-sama?!ã
ãYes....ã
The host, as well as the audience, stared there. There, next to Raiga, was the figure of Seiya with the troubled facial expression.
The audience eyed Seiya with killing intent and blood thirst, but thankfully, Raiga was there, so no one pounced on him.
At that time, Seiya though that Raiga is quite convenient. Of course, he never said that aloud.
The host gathered her courage and tried to approach Seiya.
While looking at Raiga next to him, the host woman approached Seiya step after step. And when she finally reached him, she immediately asked a question.
ãFiancÊ-san. Can you please say something to Yua-san? ã
Being asked that, Seiya honestly answered.
ãDo your best, Yuaã
When Seiya showed his support, a broad smile appeared on Yuaâs face.
Her smile was dazzling. Everyone who saw her smile sent the hateful stare at Seiya, but he didnât care.
Yuaâs turn has ended and it was the turn for the next one. The fourth woman was somewhat nervous after Yua, but she tried her best.
And after her, it was the adult version of Lilyâs turn. The host woman handed the mike to her and started asking questions. []
ãThe next one is number five. What is your name? ã
ãItâs Lilyã
ãWhy are you participating in the Amacon, Lily-san?ã
ãFor the person I love, I supposeã
Answering the questions, while wearing a bewitching atmosphere, she immediately stole the attention of the males in the hall.
And after hearing Lilyâs answer, just like with Yua, they started looking around with frenzied eyes.
Of course, they were looking for the person she loves.
ãIs the person you love your boyfriend?ã
The host proceeded with the questions.
ãThatâs wrong. We have already passed that stepã
ãCould it be, a fiancÊ?ã
ãThat is also differentã
The host tilted her head at Lilyâs answer.
Further than a boyfriend but not a fiancÊ, just what was the answer, she thought. Without reaching any conclusion, she asked Lily.
ãThen, then what is your relationship?ã
Hearing the host, the audience held their breath and waited for an answer. And Lily, radiating even more allure than before, answered.
ãA Mistressã
After her answer, the host froze, the same applied for the audience.
Only Seiya was making a troubled face. Lily laughed as if she was enjoying it.
ãEh?ã
ãA mistress? Not a fiancÊ? ã
ãCanât be helped. My lover has a fiancÊe after allã
At her answer, the audience gets even more agitated than before.
In their eyes, you could readãThis beauty is a mistress!? Who is this idiot!?ã. If they ever find their target, they will immediately pounce on him.
You should stop searching for that lover, thought Seiya. However, the idiot host proceeded with the questions.
ãWhere is that fortunate lover of yours?ã
Why did you ask?! Seiya screamed in his heart. After all, he could already tell what will happen after that.
Lily flashed an evil grin and quietly pointed at Seiya.
ãThere, itâs Yua-chanâs fiancÊ. Nee, Seiya-kunâĄã
In the next moment, the people in the audience became berserk.
ãããKill......Kill...Kill him. This harem *******ããã
While shouting that, the berserk audience assaulted Seiya.
Seiya stood up and looked at the berserkers, coming at him at full power.
Seeing his plight, Raiga said.
ãDonât hurt them too muchã
ãSureã
Raiga wasnât worried about Seiya, he was worried about the audience.
Facing the pouncing berserker, Seiya gathered his mana.
ãMana releaseã
The moment Seiya muttered that the berserkers started to fall one after another. Also, the rest of the audience, excluding Raiga and Seiya, have all fainted.
What Seiya did was mana release that he used in the first day in the new academy.
Although he released only about a tenth, so no one got hurt.
The host was troubled, looking at the fainted audience.
ãEtto, what should we do about the Amacon?ã
The winner is determined by the votes of the audience, but everyone except Raiga and Seiya has fainted, so the total number of votes will be just two.
In that moment, Raiga proclaimed.
ãI vote for Yuaã
ãThen I give my vote to Lilyã
Raiga gave his vote for Yua and Seiya for Lily.
The troubled host looked around, but everyone except those two has fainted, so she had no choice.
ãEtto, the winners are number three, Yua-san, and number five, Lily-san. You are free to receive a melon bread....This yearâs Amacon ends at that. Wai...ã
The host declared the results with hollow eyes.
Yua and Lily received their prizes with happy expressions, but other entries, especially from number six, had a dissatisfied expression.
With that, the Amacon with the least number of votes in history has officially ended.
ãI will deal with the aftermath. Seiya, take the two and return firstã
Said Raiga.
ãSorry, you have to deal with annoying thingsã
ãDonât worryã
ãThank youã
After thanking Raiga, he met up with Yua and Lily, who was already in her child version.
After that, just as Raiga said, they headed home.
On the way home, Yua and Lily passed their prize, the melon bread with cream, to Seiya.
ãAll right. Letâs eat it togetherã
ãBut Seiya wanted it...ã
ãItâs fine. Might as well eat someã
Yua stared at melon bread with the distressed face, then, as if being enlightened, she tore the bread in two and handed one part to Seiya.
ãThanks, Yuaã
Having said that, he received a half of melon bread from Yua.
ãLily will give a half too!ã
ãIs it fine?ã
ãUn! I got it for Seiya in the first place! ã
Lily handed a half of melon bread to Seiya with a smile!
ãThanksã
ãUn!ã
The three headed home while eating the delicious bread.
There was a man looking at the trio from afar. It was a silver-haired man in the white armor.
This man wasnât looking at Yua and Lily. He was looking at the blonde blue-eyed young man between them.
ãAs I thought, the incident hasnât ended yet. I need to question this youth about the facilityã
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What on earth is going on? Even though that old lady seemed to have settled everything, our side is still troubled.
âCould you please explain this properly? We donât know anything about this.â
âAh, my apologies. âEhem...... Well then, I shall convey you my fooli, King Rileyâs imperial command. Master Fighter Darryl, you shall lend your strength to Hero Dale-dono and subdue the Demon Lord Dalewatts together with him.â
âââYes?âââ
No, no, about him lending his strength or something, we fought together just now, but...... The old man is in such a state now.
......Such a......state..........
âAh~ please wait with this conversation a little. Bertra, could you get the old man out.â
Itâs impossible. I canât concentrate on this conversation while he looks like that.
âAh, rightâ
âAh~ are you getting me out of here at last?...... Good grief......â
âNo~ Itâs wonderful to be able to move freeeely~ Hoi, hoi!â
He just came out of the ground and is now stretching...... He really is an energetic old man. He doesnât seem to be tired at all, but I am already very exhausted.
âSo, back to the conversation......It was about me going along with Sir Hero on this subjugation, right?â
âYes, however, even if itâs an imperial command you were still undergoing punishment...... so you might still hold some dissatisfaction, thatâs why I came to persuade you. Though it seems like it was a foolâs errand.â
Dissatisfaction? Far from it. It seems like he was able to enjoy his retirement because of it.
âFumu, Iâve understood what you said...... Iâve grown rusty in some places though. What about Hamlit and Ryuna? Donât you think those two are more suitable than me?â
......Aaagain names I donât know got mentioned.
âBertra, who are Hamilt and Ryuna?â
âAah, Hamilt-sama is those two peopleâs son and Ryuna is Hamilt-samaâs daughter. Ryuna is the same age as me. Both of them are knights of Alumgam.â
I see, two younger people certainly seem more suitable than a retired old man.
âHamilt is now at the Western Fort acting as a Guardian Captain of Alumgam Kingdom, Ryuna is also on the way to the same Western Fort for the protection of the Kingdom. So, right now, in this country! Someone who is highly skilled! And has a lot on time on their hands! Is you! Who stands as straight! As a white feathered arrow!â
âUnderstood! I got it so you donât have to make such a face! Itâs scary!â
Ah~, thatâs how it was, youâre saying you canât afford to reduce the man power of the main force.......
Mu? In that way, we wonât have any disadvantage as well.
âSo Bertra, why did you want to come with us? Shouldnât you also be in the main force?â
The King also felt reluctant to let Bertra go.
â......Thatâs......My father was killed by one of the Four Demonic Heavenly Kings [Fire Eater Fraser], thereforeââ
I see......
â......You came with us for revenge, is it?â
âFraser....... I have to, no matter what...... no matter what......â
It seems better not to continue talking about this, this topic shouldnât be touched with Bertra.
......And while I was talking to Bertra the old man was sitting in Seiza again.
âSo! Do you! Have! Any Problem! With that?!â
âNone......â
âSo I take it you accept then?â
â......Yesâ
Looks like they settled various things without us, though.....
He originally planned to go with us to escape, so I donât know how it became like this.
âDale-samaâ
âPlease, take care of my husband...... Darrylâ
Hah! I was tempted to also lower my head! Even though the one before me is a humaaaaaaaan!
âWell then, with this the talks have concludedâ
Without my consent......
âTherefore, we will now go and prepare the victory celebration in Alumgam Castleâ
What? A celebration, you say?!
âAllriiiiiight! Itâs rice~!â
âIâm huuungry~â
Itâs only been a day but after being fed Bertraâs food I really missed the castleâs food.
âThen please board the carriage we will take you to Alumgam castleâ
âYeeees~!â
That Erin flew into the carriage with some frightening speed.
âSalisa-sama, we thank you for your goodwill. However......â
Huh? Whatâs this bad feeling?
âMy apologies, but we cannot return to the castle nowâ
ââEh!?ââ
As I thooooooouuught! What is she saying?!
Ah, Erin bumped into the carriage. .
No, more importantly!
âOi! Do you understand what you are saying?!â
âOuch...... Thatâs right, Bell! What are you saying?! Did you hit your head?â
The one who hit her head is you, though.
âDid you eat something bad?! Then why donât you just spit it out right now?!â
That, if you say that, does that mean itâs just me who thinks that Bertraâs cooking is bad?
âI know what Iâm saying, I didnât hit my head and I didnât eat anything bad either!â
......No matter what we say itâs useless on Bertra.
âWe defeated one of the Four Demonic Heavenly Kings. It will only be a matter of time before the other Heavenly Kings start to move. We have to act before itâs too late...... Isnât that right?!â
Even if you say âIsnât that right?!â!
Her rushing like that is definitely that idiot Fraserâs fault! Even though I want to rest!
âNo! I know what you want to say, but isnât just a little fiââ
âBertra...... Your intentions are strong. Understood, I shall tell that to my foolish brother.â
ââne......Eeh!?
Wait, what about my opinion?
âWait!!! I want to eat deliiiiiiiiiiiiicious food and I want to sleep in a fluffy and soft bed! Iâm opposed to how things are going right now!â
âMy age is advanced so my physical fitness has also deteriorated.......â
That Bertra, sheâs calmly preparing for our departure without even listening to them......
ââ-Thereâs a town ahead, letâs prepare to go there.â
Eei! This is also what Bertra wants to do, alright! I said that with a whack.
âEhem, Bellââ
âErin, give it up......Itâs already come to this so itâs useless...... Letâs go......â
âBuh~buh~â
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âIf you mean the others they are already gone, you know?â
âWhat?!â
Wha?! Theyâve already went ahead!
âDale-dono what are you doing~?! Letâs hurry up and go~!â
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âWi, with, with pleasure!â
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âThatâs why this town is...â
But why?!
Isnât it natural that I would be more popular here, being seen as about years old and playing as the older sister?
I mean, Sabine-chan... She just turned years old, right?
She was when I first met her and itâs been two years since then.
The height difference between me, which can be seen as a -year-old, and her, is hardly there anymore...
......Eh? What?
Does that mean Iâve already lost to Sabine-chan in terms of femininity?
Sabine-chan, a 12-year-old?
......I am 20 years old.
And these boys are about 15-16 years old.
Aah
Aaaaaah
......Anyway, the information gathering is progressing smoothly.
Because of Sabine-chan...
And as a result, the information obtained are as follows:
Apparently, the lord here wasnât a lousy lord to his subjects.
...But itâs not like heâs a âgood lordâ either...
He collects taxes at a standard rate and manages the territory in the normal way.
I donât know about the upper class, but for the common folks, heâs a normal lord.
It seems that for the commoners, itâs an unexpected good fortune.
However, the infamous imperial invasion robbed the commoners of their fortunes.
Due to the fighting and looting, the crops, money, goods, and the people of the territory suffered great damage, and the management of the territory suddenly deteriorated.
There was some support from the government, but apparently not enough to make up for all they have lost.
So, the lord was busy with his activities in the royal capital asking for loans at low-interest rates from the state, other lords, and large merchants, also taking other measures, which made it difficult to devote time to domestic affairs... Thus, he puts a deputy in place.
...The deputy was the mistake...
âAnd so, the people, especially the farmers, are having a hard time...â
Eh? I have to ask about that in detail!
âWhat is the tax rate on farmers?â (Mitsuha)
âYou see, they canât afford to hire us young mercenaries to exterminate monsters like the mogera moles and the zumo worms, so theyâre in a pickle......
Oh right, weâre volunteers, you know? Weâre just getting pocket change to help the farmers, haha......â (Boy 1)
No, even if you act like that, Sabine-chan will find out...
And, evidently from this interaction, these two ignored all my words and only talked to Sabine-chan.
Right, the boys only talk to Sabine-chan...
......This is so annoying!
Anyway, when I talked to them, theyâd stare at me like saying, âMaid, stay back!â.
And Sabine is aware of her mission, so she is smiling and continuing her information-gathering skills...... with a streak of blue veins on her temple.
Yes, Sabine-chan will never forgive those who make fun of or ignore me.
Right now, sheâs carrying out a priority mission, so sheâs just desperately enduring it.
Sabine-chan, who usually performs perfectly, has been unmasked to the extent that I could notice.
......In other words, thatâs how furious she is.
The only ones who didnât realize it were the two boys desperately trying to get closer to Sabine-chan.
Right now, the people in this restaurant, the other customers, and the store clerks. All of them have become aware of it.
Of course, there would be no one who wouldnât get angry if their partner, who was traveling with them, was treated unfairly.
What the hell are these two thinking...?
â......So whatâs the tax rate for farmers?â (Sabine)
âYeah, 75%, apparently.â (Boy 2)
ââWha-...ââ
As you can see, if Sabine-chan is the one whoâs asking, theyâll immediately tell her.
And at that high rate, Sabine-chan and I are at a loss for words.
The farmerâs tax rate is 40% at the lowest and 60% at the highest.
40% is only possible if the territory has a very lucrative financial resource... owns a mine, is a commercial center in the surrounding area, or can grow spices... and if the lord is a good-natured person.
...Which is to say, very rarely.
And 60% is the limit of the tax rate that is still sustainable.
At 70%, this is a special measure for a single year only, when the crops were good but the territory desperately needed the money for other reasons. It is said that if this continues for more than two years, either the farmer or the lordâs family will perish.
......And yet, thatâs 75%. Moreover, itâs continuous.
Thatâs insane.
â...Are they stupid?â (Sabine)
Sabine-chan says that but...
âNo, probably not. Theyâre not stupid, but huge idiots!â
âYeah, exactly!â
No, at such a high tax rate, thereâs no way farmers can keep up much longer.
Besides, if thatâs the tax rate on farmers, I can only imagine the toll tax, the sales tax, and so on.
If itâs for the restoration of the damage caused by the empire, then itâs counterproductive. That would only lead to the destruction of the territory.
...Are they really insane?
After that, we collected information from these boys, and after a while, they ran out of useful information.
After all, they are only 15-16 years old novice mercenaries. They donât have that much information about politics.
Besides, the information is based on rumors and lacks credibility.
In those cases, we have to increase the amount of information, compare, and analyze.
So, I sent a signal to Sabine-chan.
The one that says, âTheyâre running dry, letâs move onâ.
Receiving that signal, Sabine-chan looked relieved, wondering if she could finally finish her opponent.
...Well, it seems like she was holding back quite a bit...
And so...
âThanks. Now then, weâll take our leave.
Iâll pay for the meal...â (Sabine)
âEh? No, we have many more interesting things to talk about. How about we change shops, we can go to a sweets shop or somewhere...â (Boy 1)
The boys panicked because Sabine-chan, who had been smiling, suddenly turned serious and cut off the conversation.
âBut you two donât like my Oneesama, do you? I donât want to talk with someone who shows such blatant ill will towards my beloved Oneesama!â (Sabine)
I have a âplain faceâ with a very ordinary appearance, whereas Sabine-chan is a âfluffy, proper young ladyâ. Therefore, the boys thought of me as her maid, so they treated me lightly.
They probably didnât even think that I was her actual sister, but someone she held in high regard.
And then, we paid and left the store, leaving the two boys who dropped their shoulders in disappointment behind.
The other customers and the store clerks looked at the boys like they were fools for throwing away a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity by their own foolish actions.
Yes, indeed, if those boys had treated the two of us properly, there was a non-zero possibility that we would hire them for a few days, ask them to work as our escorts, or gather information. And, if they worked diligently, I might have given them various preferential treatment after that.
But that possibility is already gone.
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But I guess that means someone taught that to that kid...
Probably one of the adults.
Ah, adults aside, children over the age of or are trembling.
As expected, at that age, they knew that what happened just now was bad...
On our side, the children of the Juvenile Group donât seem to care about anything, but the main groupâs face is twitching.
...Yeah, they arenât the kind of girls that would get mad at what a child said, but it was still a little shocking...
Itâs also not good to do a follow-up carelessly.
It would be awkward to start looking for the culprit in the orphanage later, like, âWho said that to the child?â
So, in this case, I have no choice but to pretend nothing happened.
Alright!
âOh, I forgot something...â (Mitsuha)
After saying that, I entered the building once I confirmed that I was out of everyoneâs sight, and transferred to my house in Japan.
I grabbed the âA-setâ bag I had prepared for such occasions, shoved it into my slung shoulder bag, and hurriedly went back.
Then I went out into the garden...
âNow, come on, everyone, have some candy!â
I always carry hard candy, matatabi twigs, and Baby Star Ramen in my shoulder bag, just in case I meet a little girl, cat, or bird.
I was told by the first-generation Micchan back in Japan, âYouâre acting like an obachan from Osaka!â but thatâs normal, right?
Itâs every maidenâs privilege to be ready for any opportunity!
...But, as expected, I didnât have enough for such a large crowd, thatâs why I hurriedly returned to replenish. In preparation for such a case, I use a bag with sufficient capacity.
Incidentally, the additional supplies prepared in large quantities are A set of candy balls for young girls, B set of Baby Star Ramen for small birds, and M set of matatabi for cats.
Not only the children from the orphanage but also those from the juvenile group gathered.
No matter how aristocratic a child they are, they donât have such easy and unlimited access to the goods of the Rephilia trade.
And the candy made in Japan is completely different from the candy made around here... Even the noble young children know how delicious the Yamano territory food handled by the Rephilia trade is.
...And the kids of the juvenile group have a good understanding of what our food is all about at the tea party.
Then the children at the orphanage unconditionally flocked like ants just because there were âsweetsâ.
...Alright, itâs safe, the remarks of the girl named Alfie just now became vague.
Well, I guess itâs no surprise that everyone except Alfie-chan would like to âpretendâ that that statement ânever happenedâ or âwas never heardâ...
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Then the social meeting resumed again.
No one touched on what happened earlier.
Today, itâs only a social gathering to show everyone what theyâre aiming for in the future. We wouldnât start practicing all of a sudden.
It takes time to prepare instruments, gather performers, and train them, so until then, they have to do what the adults here teach them... play, sing, imitate choreography, etc., that would be good enough for now. Itâs important to practice and study the basics.
Even if I say study, itâs not like they can read music sheets.
Just singing and dancing together, just for fun...
Iâm not going to make them practice too hard.
These things have to be fun.
No one is going to be happy if you make them do something they donât want to do.
And thatâs not going to win the hearts and minds of the audience.
Well, the rest is up to the orphanage side.
Although, we canât get too involved here all the time.
We donât have that kind of free time, and if we get too attached to one particular place, we will be inundated with unreasonable demands from various places and demand us to cooperate as well.
I canât just throw it out like this, so letâs leave the rest to Serumia-chan, the originator of the establishment of the juvenile group.
If Micchan or I was to follow up on everything, we would not be able to keep up physically.
Itâs essential to skillfully assign work to others, rather than taking it all on yourself.
It may be a bit difficult for Serumia-chan, but she seems to like children, and she will be well rewarded by making a name for herself among the Society and among the nobility as well as commoners as a compassionate girl who is committed to the orphans.
...Of course, I will also be granting them a reward gift and achievement points for their service in bringing the Societyâs name to the forefront.
And I could come and play with the kids whenever I want.
...Alright, letâs leave the rest to her!!
â...Eh? En... gagement?â (Mitsuha)
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Marquis Bozes-sama suddenly dropped a bomb.
â......Whoâs?â (Mitsuha)
âYou, itâs yours!â (Bozes)
âEeeeeeeeeeeee~h~!!â
Wh-what the hell is that?!
âBut, Marquis-sama, you once told me that you, as my guardian, have turned down all marriage proposals to me...â (Mitsuha)
âYeah, but of course, there are limits...
Mitsuha, if I simply turn down all the applications without even letting some of them approach you, there will be a lot of speculation that weâre confining you...â (Bozes)
âAh~...â (Mitsuha)
Certainly, the only noble I rely on is Marquis Bozes-sama.
Iâm also good friends with the King and Priminister Zaar through Sabine-chan, but thatâs not quite the same thing.
Many nobles would like to get to know Hime Miko of Thunder.
But itâs not because Iâm a woman named Mitsuha, but because Iâm a âwoman of great meritâ with a title, the blessing of a goddess, and foreign technology and products as a bonus.
I donât like that...
âAnd so, I canât turn down an application from a royalty or a senior nobleman from another country with a single letter.
...Of course, His Majesty has no intention of marrying you off to another country, Mitsuha. But since itâs widely known that you left your homeland and came to this country, you canât use having a childhood fiancÊe in your homeland as an escape route.
So we have to do something about it...â (Bozes)
âAh~...â (Mitsuha)
I understand the situation.
Or rather, Iâm surprised that Marquis-sama had been patient until now...
Normally, I would have been in trouble long ago, yeah.
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âNo, nothing at all.â
She said that, but as I already knew the situation from Maxwell, I could tell that she was just trying to act like her usual self. Emotions werenât so easy to put back together once they exploded, after all.
Still, since she chose to act like everything was fine, that meant that she didnât want me to know about it. Instead of pursuing the matter, I decided to instead wait until I broke the deadlock... That is, until Aste could do something about me.
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âYes, itâs true. Please look at my hair, itâs so glossy.â
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âWow, the glossiness is one thing, but it has also turned so supple. You already had good hair before, but now...â
âIsnât that right? It surprised me as well!â
âWe have to thank that white girl. This is already on the level that could be lined up in the stores if mass-produced.â
âIt needs monster materials, so we canât make that many. That said, itâs not that difficult of an opponent, so newbie Adventurers could make good money out of it.â
âOho...â
Floating Wakame werenât such difficult opponents... I mean, they were in a different sense, but they couldnât pose any danger to peopleâs lives.
Newbie Adventurers could make extra money through them.
The problem was that they had to be collected at the seaside, but their epidermis could be dried and returned to its viscous state with water when needed. Since they could be transported for long periods of time, you could bring them into trades.
âLady Cortina, look at this too! I have a matching pair with Lady Nicole!â
âOhh, is that a talisman? And handmade? What is it made of?â
âFang Wolves. Michelle, Cloud and Fina also have theirs.â
âHeh... Hey, can I step out for a bit?â
âHuh, where to?â
âYeah, well, Iâll get Maxwell to take me to hunt some Fang Wolves.â
âNow!?â
It was already nearing evening now. If she headed to hunt wolves after eating the food Finia made, it would be late night already. While it suited me for her to be absent, her camping alone at night would be worrying.
At any rate, it was best to change the topic now.
âErr, uhh... Ah, right, Maxwell is teaching me ritual magic today, so he told me to stay over at night.â
âHuh, to his mansion?â
âNo, somewhere else. He apparently found a good place for the ritual.â
This was not a lie. We did find a perfect place for the ritual magic. Not to mention, one where a Devil was about to be summoned. Though where we planned to go had nothing to do with it.
âRitual magic, huh. Do you need that stuff?â
âEr, err... Right, Teleportation magic!â
âAh, right, that does belong to ritual magic too.â
Teleportation that was used widely was the type that borrowed the magic circleâs power to supplement the lack of magic power.
It was very hard to use it as a chanted spell like Maxwell did, but I might be able to use this method before long.
Considering all that, Cortina decided to let me spend the night away.
âYou finally came back, and youâre going away again... Could this be a sign of turning into a delinquent?â
âNo, itâs not!â
I denied it with all I had, but honestly, the fact that I was going to do shady stuff behind her back probably made her point hit close. It pained me to tell her, who was already suffering as is, yet another lie. But that was also for her own sake.
âBut you canât just walk alone in the dead of night, right?â
âMaxwell thought about that too. He told me to get Finia to escort me. And to have her help clean the mansion.â
âThat old man... Getting lazier by the day. What about that Mateus fellow?â
âLooks like he has a day off. Also, youâre coming along part way too, right?â
She was going to get the Fang Wolf fangs, so Maxwellâs teleportation was essential for her. She was going somewhere else after that, so there was no fear of her finding out what we were going to do ourselves.
It turned out a little different from my expectations... But I suppose this was good in its own way.
In the end, we came to Maxwellâs mansion together with Cortina. After taking one step inside, Cortina leaked a sigh and spoke.
âThis geezer, how did he manage to make such a mess of his mansion in just a few days.â
She had a point â This mansion was relatively clean while Mateus was still around, but after the events around the training camp period, it had gone back to the disastrous sight it used to be.
Given the state, I could see why heâd want to ask Finia to help.
âThat is quite a rude remark to make right after arriving.â
âYou finally made that guy be a housekeeper, but you still ended up in this state in the blink of an eye. Itâs obvious that itâd get a few sighs out of me.â
âI do feel bad to ask little Finia for help, but this is who I am, I cannot do anything about it.â
âWell, consider how it used to be before Nicole arrived in this city, I guess this was a natural outcome.â
âSetting that aside, why are you here, Cortina?â
âI want a
too!â
âHuh?â
Maxwell was confused at her sudden declaration. It probably caused some error in his language center.
âI mean, I want a matching talisman with Nicole and others.â
âEven if you tell me that, I have no spares around.â
I decided to explain the situation to the troubled Maxwell. Hearing it, he frowned and spoke evasively.
âIt could be dangerous to hunt Fang Wolves on your own, you know? With no one to cover you on top.â
âThen let me take Gadius along.â
âDo you not pity him to call him for something so personal?â
He still held some guilty conscience towards Cortina so he probably couldnât refuse her.
Thus, after sending Cortina elsewhere, we went to Maleva of the Sword Kingdom of Alecmarle.
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Some of the ingredients were collected by herself, and others from Amyâs Pharmacy . All the ingredients necessary for making herbal tea were ready. Once they were laid out, the preparations were complete.
âNow, letâs start Sheilaâs cooking class everyone~â
âWhy the sudden honorifics?â
Sheila tried clapping to liven things up, but no one was getting into it. She didnât care much and went on with making herbal tea.
âWe need to prepare brown rice, bamboo grass, and daylilyâs root. Oh, and some citrus peel, and also others.â
âWhat do you mean by âothersâ? If you donât say that properly, this cooking class wonât work, you know?â
âThe brown rice needs to be roasted until it turns black. Thatâs the savory flavor of the finished product.â
âListen to the audienceâs protests, you!â
Next to Zechs, who was complaining every single thing about her teachings, Amy expressed her doubts.
âI wonder if the black color of the boiled rice also comes from the brown rice?â
âI think so. The bamboo grass has a rather light liquid color.â
Sheila had never thought about which of these factors affected the liquid color, as she had always taken it for granted. It might be a good idea to look into it.
âNext is the root of the daylily. It takes years for them to grow to this size. And then the citrus peel. This can be done on its own by drying the peels of the citrus fruits you eat, everyone~ Since the harvesting times of bugleweed and cudweed are different, letâs use the ready-to-use ingredients for todayââ
âSo, youâve already had it! Then you donât know how to prepare them!â
âFor more information on how and when to collect them and how to dry them, please look here.â
âIf itâs already written, say it first! Youâre missing the point!â
âPlease donât complain when Iâve written it all down~â
âNo, itâs true that I should thank you, but.... No, Iâm the one who is forced to go along with a cooking class I donât understand.â
Cody looked down with a face mixed with sympathy as Zechs gawked and deflated.
âNow, letâs prepare the bamboo grass~ Bamboo grass not only improves immunity and regulates the intestines but it can also be used as an external medicine and has antiseptic effects. However, it also lowers blood pressure, so itâs not recommended for people with low blood pressure.â
âIn other words, itâs better to leave sales to people who have some knowledge of medicines.â
Zechs complained about many things but still wrote down all the important information. Sheila secretly laughed and went on with her work.
âFirst, steam the bamboo grass. Rinse the tea leaves that have been shredded into appropriate sizes with water and wipe off the moisture, everyone~â
âIâve been wondering since a while ago, but whatâs with your slow, drawn-out tone?â
âPut the bamboo grass in a preheated steamer and steam it. When you start to smell the soft sweet aroma, pull it out~â
âOi, youâre ignoring me, arenât you?â
Ignoring Zechsâ comments, within a few minutes, a fresh aroma wafted through the air.
Sheila immediately took out the leaves and spread them evenly on a colander. When she was in the village, she used the power of the wind spirit, but this time she cooled them down by fanning them on her own.
âWhen the leaves have cooled down to a certain degree, we will roast them in a pan over a flame. You can use the leaves as they are, but they will be more fragrant and delicious if they are roasted. Letâs roast it slowly over low heat so that the leaves donât get burnt, everyone~â
âIs this farce still going on?â
âAfter a certain amount of water has evaporated, take it out of the pot and rub the tea leaves to squeeze out the water, everyone~ Itâs very hot, so be careful.â
âOi, stop ignoring me for goodness sake. It hurts.â
The vigorous criticism was gradually losing its power. He seemed to be getting tired.
âAfter kneading them, put them back in the pot and roast them in the same way~ Repeat this process over and over until the water is completely absorbed.â
Even while staring at the slightly rising steam, Sheila couldnât rest her busy arms.
âWhen the water is completely gone, remove the tea from the heat and let it dry further. The tea leaves are quite slick, so please prepare a good colander. If the tea leaves are too slick that they still slip through, you can use them in cookies. It will have a unique flavor that not many people like~â
âIs there any point in making that...?â
Zechs muttered to himself, but of course, Sheila pretended not to hear it.
In the village, the villagers would spend a day making herbal tea, dividing the time between those who chopped dried herbs, those who roasted brown rice, and those who made bamboo grass tea. All the ingredients were in huge quantities because they were shared by all the villagers in the end.
It was a lot of work, but it was as fun as a festival. After they finished making the tea, the adults had a big party to celebrate the completion.
Sheila put out the fire under the cooking pot while reminiscing about her bustling daily life in the village.
âWell, roasting something over and over again takes a lot of patience. Iâll skip it today and show you the finished product~â
âThere is even a finished product!?â
Zechsâ waning tsk-tsk roared to a climax here.
Just as Sheila was about to praise him for his complaining skill, the creaking sound of the door echoed as if to stop her evil comment.
The unusual visitor was someone Sheila and the others knew well.
âIsaac-san.â
Almost as soon as Cody muttered, Sheila ducked under the counter.
âSheila from the Steitz Academyâ and âSheila from the Pharmacy â disguised as a dark-haired glasses girl. He was the only one, other than Amy who was acquainted with both of them, so Sheila had to try as much as possible not to see him. It was almost a conditioned reflex, because Isaac, who was supposed to be busy, often appeared.
âI got careless out of habit, but this time, I wasnât in a disguise, so there was no point in hiding...â
If this continued, her friends would become suspicious of her.
Deciding that it would be a bad idea to panic, Sheila stood up with a nonchalant look on her face. She looked back at Isaac as if she had just noticed him.
Amy, who was watching the whole thing, was silent.
âEh, Isaac-san. Itâs been a while.â
âHey, long time no see, you guys. What are you doing here?â
âUm, a little bit of a business meeting and a cooking class?â
â.... What? I donât get it.â
Cody and Zechs happily ran up to Isaac, who smiled at them.
âIsaac-san, the dorm leaderâHow is Axe-senpai?â
âI donât mind, you can call that muscle idiot like you used to. Anyway, that guyâs all about working out, isnât he? He couldnât wait to start his border patrol work.â
Sheila and Amy watched from the counter as the men suddenly became noisy.
âThose two are childhood friends with Isaac-sanâs younger brother, so they are on good terms.â
âOh my, thatâs why they look so happy with Isaac-sama.â
Perhaps they were also close friends with Isaac. Although they kept their private and public lives separate during the training because they were only at work, Sheila felt that way when she saw them at ease with each other.
While she was thinking about whether she should make some herbal tea for Isaac, Amy spoke quietly.
â.... Isaac-sama is the only one who visits frequently even in winter.â
There was a smile on her face as she cleared the counter. Sheila suddenly became worried about Isaacâs physical condition.
âIsaac-san, is he that sick?â
Amy blinked her eyes. After a moment, she burst out laughing.
âYouâre an idiot. Youâre the one he is looking for.â
âEh?â
âOr to be more precise, he is looking for the Sheila-chan in disguise.â
âIsaac-sama likes you.â
ââââEh?â
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They went down one after another.
While Nia was still young, she supported Serulis and Nia, occasionally dealing the final blow.
Grulf had had his tail between his legs until a moment ago, but he now had his fangs in a Lordâs neck.
I took a supporting role myself.
This included shooting magic arrows at any Vampire Lords that tried to attack Kathe and Serulis from behind.
As they were more powerful than usual, the arrows easily blew off the heads of the Lords.
And I wouldnât allow them to turn into mist either. I slashed at them with the Devil King Sword.
âTheyâre still coming...â
The vampires continued to appear from the magic circle.
Still, most of the new vampires looked shocked when they saw what was happening on this side.
And that was to our advantage. I immediately shot them down with magic arrows.
âI will help too!â
It seemed that she had been watching my technique, and targeted vampires that were fresh out of the gate.
And they were quite powerful bullets as well. They would be able to take down an Arch Vampire in one shot.
But Luchila couldnât take down a Lord in one shot. Still, they flinched, giving the others an opening to attack.
âHmph!â
Shia, Nia, and Serulis never missed an opportunity. They expertly cut off the heads.
Now, all of the vampires that had been frozen in the beginning were dead.
Still, Grulf continued to fight bravely. He held them down with his claws and buried his fangs into their flesh.
Kathe rose into the sky where she could get a better view.
And then she would attack the vampire who came out of the magic circle. She used her claws and wind magic to shred them to pieces.
The vampires were also quite quick to change tactics.
With the exception of the ones held down by Grulf, they started to flee.
It was probably the right thing for them to do.
âTheyâre transforming! Donât let them get away!â
I shouted once again.
The vampires tried to transform, even while Luchilaâs bullets blew their heads off.
Katheâs claws opened large holes in their bodies, and yet they still tried to turn into frogs and bats.
It would be bad if the transformation was completed.
That went without saying. A normal sword would no longer be effective once they turned into mist.
And so I did not let a single bat escape. Still, there were many frogs and bats, and they were all small.
âCock-a-doodle-dooooo!!â
Lord Gerberga let out a loud cry from inside my jacket.
In a flash, several vampires that had been trying to escape now turned into ash.
âLord Gerberga. Thank you.â
Lord Gerbera clucked with a note of smugness in his voice.
And then he poked his head out and looked around.
He repeated his deadly cry every time he saw a vampire that was trying to transform.
When battling against powerful vampires that could transform, having Lord Gerberga was a huge advantage.
I stood behind everyone. While fighting, I wanted to see if anyone needed help.
Kathe had been strong from the beginning. But the others had grown a lot since I first met them.
And while it had not been that fast, Kathe had become stronger as well.
Even Lord Gerbergaâs deathly cry seemed to be stronger than it had been before.
They were a reliable group.
It happened just as the total number of vampires we killed reached .
A large vampire with incredible dark energy appeared.
Luchila immediately shot the vampire with a magic bullet, but it just burst on his face.
âWhat does this mean?â
The vampire glared at us as if it was nothing.
âIt hit him square in the face...â
âLeave that guy to me. Luchila, you take the weaker ones.â
âYes. Of course!â
While Luchila was shocked, she quickly pulled herself together and obeyed my order.
Aside from the large vampire, there were other new ones coming in.
Shia, Kathe, and Grulf took care of them.
Luchila focused on ambushing the newcomers while also offering support.
I kept everyone in my sight as I talked to the giant vampire.
âIâm glad that your plan failed.â
I smiled provocatively. But the vampire didnât look at me.
His expression was full of suspicion as he scanned the field.
The battle was as vicious as ever. And it was also clearly going in our favor.
âWhy isnât it destroyed? Where are we?â
âBastard. Tell me what happened and I will spare your life.â
Apparently, he wanted information from me.
I had drawn information from enemies before, but had never had them try to draw it from me.
It was a new sensation.
âKnow your place, bat. We have the advantage here. Why would I tell you anything?â
âHmph. In that case, Iâll just have to turn the tide, wonât I?â
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ãD-, donât be stupid! Like hell Iâll kill you!ã
ãWhoâs being stupid! If youâre going to be king, then Iâm a traitor who threatens your sovereignty. Donât allow any threat to go unchecked... it will set a bad example.ã
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ãI was wrong about you, that I will take upon myself. But thatâs all the more reason! I am not going to drag you down any further.ã
ã...Prince Lahti, I must say that Prince Weinsel made a point... at the very least, we cannot keep him within the borders. Prince Weinsel himself requested it.ã
ã...But, big broâs a holder of a Special Grade Rune, right?! Killing him or banishing him from the country is a huge military loss!ã
ãIf it was any other form of rebellion, then perhaps we can spare him. However, this is a fight over the crown between royalties... it isnât as simple.ã
ãâHowever, I will not see myself serving any other country. If so, then slay me with your own hands. As the newly crowned king, you will have more credibility slaying me than letting me escape. You will be known as a strong king who has defeated and slayed a Special Grade Rune holder...ã
ãA-, and Iâm telling you I donât want that!ã
ãSo you want me to commit suicide? I am fine with that, but wonât it come off as a little heartless?ã
ãNo, nothing of that sort, dang it! Iâm telling you, I donât want anyone dying by my hands!! Come on, Luwin! Donât you have anything?! What did Inglis say we oughta do after we win?!ã
ãNo, as I mentioned before, her plan was to settle the fight, that was all.ã
Without saying a word, he approached Weinsel, crouched down near the restrained prince, and...
ãObviously. Tiffany and those who sold their souls to her to become Highlanders deserve no less than death.ã
ãYup, yup, I like that! Then, are you interested in actually working on that? Come with me, then you might get to do that yourself, see?ã
ã...You mentioned that youâre an agent of the Ironblood Chain Brigade, are you trying to recruit me? Do you think I want to steep as low as joining a guerilla organization?ã
ãPretty sure it ainât that bad, though? Mister, you donât want to serve any other country than this, but you donât have any place in this country, am I right? Then our little group is the right place for you. We donât belong to any one country, if anything, we serve the good of every country. Of course, Alucard included.ã
ã...You sure are selling it big, when fundamentally youâre saying youâre trying to make a better world!ã
ãWell, our boss is that kind of person, see? Sure he looks fishy as all hell, but heâs not a bad person inside, funnily enough.ã
ãâAnd, youâre just the same?ã
ãWell, in a manner of speaking... I personally think that we canât continue being squeezed dry and oppressed by the Highlanders forever. So, Iâm just positioning meself in a better place to bet my life on, is all.ã
ã...I never thought of something that grandiose. I just hate those scum.ã
ãThatâs a good enough reason, though? We all have our own reasons for doing what we do. We choose the right place to enact our purpose! Why donât you think of it like this, youâre joining to go after those people who ruined your country. And once youâre done, then you can think about what to do next. Thatâs gonna save your brother a lot of grief, wonât it? You can be useful to him indirectly! Youâre brothers, donât make each other sad. Though, Iâm not sure Iâm one to talk about it...ã
ãBrothers, huh...ã
Weinsel then looked at Lahti.
ãBig bro! Just do it, take his hand! Stop all this nonsense about execution or whatnot! I want you to live!ã
ã...Very well, it doesnât sound half bad.ã
ãBig bro! Thank you, mister Leon!ã
ãI-, Iâm glad to hear it...! Thank you very much!ã
Lahti and Pullum both looked relieved.
ãHa ha ha, man! If anything, Iâm the one whoâs glad we got a really valuable asset. Iâm here outside of authority, see, so I was hoping I could get something to bring back with me.ã
ãWell then, Prince Lahti... let us get on with advising the rest of the troops to surrender.ã
ãRight, we should! Leone, can you bring us back??ã
Leone released the subspace Gift, and they all returned to their previous location.
The wind, the snow, the tails of the Dragon God disguised as Magic Stone beasts, and the chunks of the snow and ice that the volunteer soldiers had been hiding in, all returned.
Having been in the subspace without any wind and snow for a while, coming back so suddenly brought a shivering cold.
ãFollowers of His Royal Highness Prince Weinsel! Listen up and listen well!ã
ãThe fight is over! Put down your weapons!ã
Luwin and Lahti, accompanied by Weinsel, walked out of the forest and shouted.
ããWh-, what?!ãã
ããThose werenât Magic Stone Beasts?!ãã
ããPrince Weinsel is with them!ãã
Confusion arose among the enemy soldiers.
ãEveryone, listen to these two! And obey them! Am I understood?!ã
Weinsel called out to the Knights.
ãããS......Sir yes sir!ããã
It seemed like the aftermath of the battle would be concluded neatly.
And so, Leone approached Leon.
ãBig brother, thank you for savi...ã
Before Leone had a chance to give her thanks... Leon came up to her and bowed deeply with both hands together.
ãIâm sorry, Leone......!ã
ã? Whatâs wrong?ã
ãBrothers donât make each other sad! Thatâs what I said, but...! I know Iâm the last person who has any right to say that! I shouldnât have said that right in front of you! Iâm sorry!ã
ãAahâ Then you just need to make me smile instead from now on... thatâs all. Sure, you going to the Ironblood Chain Brigade gave me quite a hard time. However, because of that, you saved my friend from having to suffer a grief he shouldnâtâ so weâre even.ã
Leone smiled softly at Leon.
ãLeoneâã
ãAs for your situation... Inglis had told me about the Holy Knights and the Hyrule Menaces. Thatâs why... I want you to go down the path you believe, brother, just like me going down the path I believe. Donât worry, I have a lot of friends I get along with!ã
When Leone said this, Leon pulled her into a hug and held her tightly.
ã...Youâre such a good girl, too good to be my sister, really!ã
How many years had it been? How many years since she felt the warmth of a family, the warmth of her own brother so close to her? She wasnât even sad, and yet her eyes were clouded with tears.
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We could already hear fierce sounds of the battle from the castle walls behind. If they started going for the walls, we had to hurry and take down the Goblin Lord from behind as fast as we could.
The difference in numbers was just that big.
âSĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛, it pissed me that I canât fight at a time like this.â
âForget that and just keep moving. We are short on time, right?â
The ones participating in this surprise attack were Kayleâs party, myself, as well as Leon and Ellen, the Adventurers that helped me when coming to Raum.
They also have taught Finia the sword for some time.
Us eight were planning to deal a surprise attack on the Goblin Lord.
Honestly, our numbers were quite worrisome in terms of combat power, but if we took any more people it would only burden Cortinaâs side, so we decided to go with a bit less.
The magician in Kayleâs party could use Breathing and Water Walking spells, so we could go around the Goblins without problems.
That said, Kayle and Leon seemed to have a bad affinity, they quarreled all the time. They didnât really hate each other, of course, but whenever Kayle started complaining Leon would start to rebuke him.
Ellen warned about that over and over while mixing sighs. Even I wished they stayed quiet for a bit.
âYou two should quiet down already. Thereâs no guarantee that Goblins arenât looking our way.â
âWhoops, youâre right. Sorry about that,
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I also used Aste as my nickname this time around. Gideon was a strong enough fighter to create his own swordsman sect, so his name might have been known. It was pretty stupid that I only realized that after we had already departed.
Then I was disguising myself, I thought I had to make sure not to get exposed in any way, so I chose to go with someone who no one in this city knew, yet I knew, which might have been a mistake.
Fortunately, no one found my appearance to be out of place, so it ended without incident.
At this rate, it would be quite impossible for anyone to trace my appearance to the actual me. There would be fewer risks of getting traced compared to Haumea.
Yeah, Iâm really grateful towards that guy now.
âHey, canât we get behind them from around here?â
After a while, Kayle said that towards his comrades.
We were certainly in a good place to reach their backs now. However, the magician silently shook his head and rejected his proposal.
âWhy now? Arenât we in a race against time?â
âIt would be bad to do it from here. The river has its currents. If we try to cross it here with Water Walking, weâll get carried southward.â
The magician replied in annoyance at Kayleâs honest opinion.
Southern side, in other words, towards the city. If we started crossing the river right behind them, the currents would drag us to the south and weâd end up right in the middle of the monsters.
Naturally, we could advance north to eliminate that possibility, but in that case, weâd have to advance diagonally for a long time above the river with no obstacles to hide us.
That was something that weâd rather avoid given that our mission was something that was not allowed to fail.
âKh, so we have no choice but to cross it after heading north some more?â
âYeah. So hurry up.â
After that, we hurried up to the north.
On the way, there were few places where Goblins were vigilant, but each time I went ahead and warned everyone so they hid themselves.
Fortunately, we managed to earn enough distance to not get detected and managed to get behind them.
âOkay, letâs cross the river here and begin our attack.â
âFinally! I canât wait anymore.â
âStill, these monsters really donât have any provisions on them, huh?â
âThey are still just evolved Goblins, in the end. Besides, they themselves are their own food.â
They kept going on a forced march, and used their weakened comrades as food on the place. Normally, the group numbers were limited due to such food shortages, but with the Goblin Lord around, their high level of reproduction gave them an unlimited supply of meat.
Like that, they formed a force that went beyond their normal retention rate, being maddened through hunger and brainwashing, and forced to attack human settlements in great numbers.
âOkay, letâs go!â
With Kayleâs signal, the magician man cast Water Walking on all of us. Once we confirmed that, we silently dashed across the river.
In battles, this would normally be the time we raised war cries, but this was a surprise attack. It was to our advantage for the enemy to notice us as late as possible.
It felt strange for sure crossing the river above it. We were advancing forward, but the direction of our movement was off due to the currents.
The sensation as if the floor under our feet was moving made our legs slow down.
Even so, being able to run on it as we would on the ground was a huge plus. We luckily managed to get to the other side without being detected and succeeded in our attack from the back.
âTaryaaaaaaaaa!â
âSeyaaaa!â
âGugya!? Gyaaaaaa!â
Kayle and Leon in particular took the initiative to charge and cut their way through the Goblins. Fifth-ranked Kayle was one thing, but even Leon held the skill of a fourth rank, so neither of them was falling behind the other.
From our sudden appearance behind their back, the Goblins clearly grew restless.
That said, we couldnât relax here. It was a surprise attack of eight people. Our numbers couldnât even be compared to theirs. Unless we put an end to the Goblin Lord fast, we would get surrounded in the blink of an eye.
I also kept slaughtering the Goblins by swinging my spear in every direction.
I stole a glance towards the sky, and I found a single pigeon there. It was probably the familiar that Cortina dispatched.
She was observing the battle from above like this to understand the full situation. With this and the Guild staff, she could access the information quickly.
Naturally, scouting done by a familiar would get found out if it was used against humans. But the opponents were Goblins, so this method of scouting could be used.
I took down the second and third Goblin, continuing to cut through the enemyâs rear guards. And before long, one Goblin that was a size bigger than normal stood before me.
â...Goblin Lord. To think I would be the one to find it first.â
Due to the confused battle, there were no comrades nearby me. Rather, everyone was busy fending for themselves. There was no hope for reinforcements to come. In other words...
âSo youâre telling me I have to defeat this guy myself, huh?â
âGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOARR!!â
A low-pitched war cry like that of repeated blows of drum had reached my eardrums. With that as a sign, the Goblin Lord charged at me.
Like this, without intending it, I ended up having to face the enemy ringleader in a solo battle. | {
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Itâs attention moved from the girl to me.
Even if it was just a goblin, there was a reason that these were called âLords.â
It was quick to react.
âYou might as well run while you can.â
âNo, you are just getting in my way! It is you that should run!â
She said stubbornly.
I unsheathed the Devil Kingâs sword and jumped while holding it above my head.
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The Goblin Lord attempted to block my attack with its steel club.
âLetâs compare weapons then!â
I was not a pure Warrior. It was not about skill for me.
I swung down onto the club with all of my strength.
It caused a large gash to appear on it.
It was clear that the Devil King sword was the stronger weapon.
âGA!â
The Goblin Lord could not stand the weight of the hit, and he lost his balance.
I struck repeatedly to his side. Perhaps I was swinging too much because my great sword was hitting the walls of the tunnel.
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For a second, I could see the fear in its expression.
The sword cut through the steel club and slashed into the Goblin Lordâs body.
The Goblin Lord was cut into half at the waist, and yet it was still alive.
It moaned as it raised its hands in the air and plead for mercy.
But there was no reason to allow it to live.
It immediately stopped moving.
And then I asked the girl.
âAre you hurt?â
âYou...no, what are you?â
Then she suddenly seemed to remember something.
âPardon me. My name is Shia. Thank you for helping me when I was in danger.â
She gave a low bow. She was rather polite.
You should introduce yourself first if you are asking for someoneâs name. She had remembered that.
It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who said she didnât need help and that I was getting in her way.
She had likely only said it so that I could run away without feeling bad about it.
I could understand her position.
We were pitiful F Rank Adventurers who were hunting goblins, only to bump into a Goblin Lord.
And she was right.
According to the guildâs official records, we were a party of F Rank Adventurers.
âIâm called Locke. Iâm an F Rank Adventurer.â
âThatâs a lie.â
She did not believe me. And so I smugly showed her my Adventurerâs Card.
âYo-you, you really are an F Rank...â
âSee?â
âWhy are you so proud to be an F Rank...â
When I asked her, she said that she was B Rank.
B Ranks were great Adventurers. It was impressive given her age.
âIt is very unusual for an F Ranker to be so strong.â
âIs that right.â
She didnât ask any further.
People who worked as Adventurers tended to have a lot of secrets.
And so it wasnât good manners to ask.
Right then, I heard a voice from behind me.
â...Locke. Are you alright?â
âIâm so sorry. We ran away without you.â
It was Ario and Josh. They had come worried that I had not come out, and so they returned.
âDonât worry about it. Iâm the one that told you to run away.â
âBut...â
âWeâre so sorry.â
As I talked with Ario and Josh, Shia began to inspect the Goblin Lordâs corpse.
Then Ario lowered his head to her.
âAnd thank you as well.â
âDo not mention it.â
She said with a smile.
I had something to say to her myself.
âWhen you were fighting the Goblin Lord, you said it was a weakling.â âDid I really?â
âYou did say that. Did you perhaps say that because you knew that there was a stronger monster deeper in here?â
â...â
Shia became quiet.
Perhaps there was something that she didnât want to say.
âWell, itâs fine if you donât want to say it.â
I couldnât leave it. We defeated most of the goblins.
But if there really was something even stronger in here, the nearby villages would not be safe.
We had to kill it.
I turned to Ario and Josh.
âIâm sorry, but could you two wait here? I have to take a look further in.â
âNo, Locke. What are you saying? Itâs too dangerous.â
âExactly. You think there could be something stronger down there, donât you?â
They said frantically.
I decided to answer them cooly in order to calm them down.
âI told you this before. Iâm not that young. Iâm actually quite a bit older than both of you.â
âYou did say that...but, uh, what does that have to do with anything?â
âHmm. Well, I have fought much stronger enemies than goblins for a long time. I only registered as a Warrior the other day, but I actually have a lot of fighting experience.â
I say this, and Ario and Josh nod.
âI did notice that you didnât move like a newcomer.â
âAnd your sword is oddly impressive. A newcomer wouldnât have something like that.â
While both of them were new, they had followed the etiquette of Adventurerâs of not prying into personal business.
They were great F Rankers.
âSo donât worry, Iâm pretty strong. And Iâll just run away if itâs too dangerous. Iâm fast on my feet, in spite of appearances.â
And so I persuaded them before walking down the tunnel.
âMr. Locke, please wait a moment.â
âIâm going to be blunt here. Even if you are B Rank, youâll just get in my way if you donât have a sword.â
Shia looked conflicted.
Josh spoke to her.
âWould you use this?â
âThis...are you sure?â
âYes, I am an archer, anyway.â
Josh handed her a plain broadsword.
It was something he had picked up from a goblin that we had killed. It was not of very good quality.
âI will not be called a burden if I have a sword!â
âUh, fine then.â
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That same technology was deployed later in North Africa for similar purposes to help activists stay connected when governments were deliberately shutting off connectivity as a means of population control.
But over the years, as I have thought about these technologies and the things that I work on, a question kind of nags in the back of my mind, which is, what if we're wrong about the virtues of technology, and if it sometimes actively hurts the communities that we're intending to help?
The tech industry around the world tends to operate under similar assumptions that if we build great things, it will positively affect everyone.
Eventually, these innovations will get out and find everyone.
But that's not always the case.
I like to call this blind championing of technology "trickle-down techonomics," to borrow a phrase. We tend to think that if we design things for the select few, eventually those technologies will reach everyone, and that's not always the case.
Technology and innovation behaves a lot like wealth and capital.
They tend to consolidate in the hands of the few, and sometimes they find their way out into the hands of the many.
And so most of you aren't tackling oppressive regimes on the weekends, so I wanted to think of a few examples that might be a little bit more relatable.
In the world of wearables and smartphones and apps, there's a big movement to track people's personal health with applications that track the number of calories that you burn or whether you're sitting too much or walking enough.
These technologies make patient intake in medical facilities much more efficient, and in turn, these medical facilities are starting to expect these types of efficiencies.
As these digital tools find their way into medical rooms, and they become digitally ready, what happens to the digitally invisible?
What does the medical experience look like for someone who doesn't have the $400 phone or watch tracking their every movement?
Do they now become a burden on the medical system?
Is their experience changed?
In the world of finance, Bitcoin and crypto-currencies are revolutionizing the way we move money around the world, but the challenge with these technologies is the barrier to entry is incredibly high, right?
You need access to the same phones, devices, connectivity, and even where you don't, where you can find a proxy agent, usually they require a certain amount of capital to participate.
And so the question that I ask myself is, what happens to the last community using paper notes when the rest of the world moves to digital currency?
Another example from my hometown in Philadelphia: I recently went to the public library there, and they are facing an existential crisis.
Public funding is dwindling, they have to reduce their footprint to stay open and stay relevant, and so one of the ways they're going about this is digitizing a number of the books and moving them to the cloud.
This is great for most kids. Right?
You can check out books from home, you can research on the way to school or from school, but these are really two big assumptions, that one, you have access at home, and two, that you have access to a mobile phone, and in Philadelphia, many kids do not.
So what does their education experience look like in the wake of a completely cloud-based library, what used to be considered such a basic part of education?
How do they stay competitive?
A final example from across the world in East Africa: there's been a huge movement to digitize land ownership rights, for a number of reasons. Migrant communities, older generations dying off, and ultimately poor record-keeping have led to conflicts over who owns what.
And so there was a big movement to put all this information online, to track all the ownership of these plots of land, put them in the cloud, and give them to the communities.
But actually, the unintended consequence of this has been that venture capitalists, investors, real estate developers, have swooped in and they've begun buying up these plots of land right out from under these communities, because they have access to the technologies and the connectivity that makes that possible.
So that's the common thread that connects these examples, the unintended consequences of the tools and the technologies that we make.
As engineers, as technologists, we sometimes prefer efficiency over efficacy.
We think more about doing things than the outcomes of what we are doing.
This needs to change.
We have a responsibility to think about the outcomes of the technologies we build, especially as they increasingly control the world in which we live.
In the late '90s, there was a big push for ethics in the world of investment and banking. I think in 2014, we're long overdue for a similar movement in the area of tech and technology.
So, I just encourage you, as you are all thinking about the next big thing, as entrepreneurs, as CEOs, as engineers, as makers, that you think about the unintended consequences of the things that you're building, because the real innovation is in finding ways to include everyone.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã ãããã¨ãããããžãã (ææ) | We are in this wonderful open-air amphitheater and we are enjoying ourselves in that mild evening temperature tonight, but when Qatar will host the football World Cup 10 years from now, we already heard it will be in the hot, very hot and sunny summer months of June and July.
And when Qatar has been assigned to the World Cup all, many wondering, how would it be possible that football players show spectacular football, run around in this desert climate? How would it be possible that spectators sit, enjoy themselves in open-air stadia in this hot environment? Together with the architects of Albert Speer & Partner, our engineers from Transsolar have been supporting, have been developing open-air stadia based on 100 percent
solar power, on 100 percent solar cooling.
Let me tell you about that, but let me start with comfort.
Let me start with the aspect of comfort, because many people are confusing ambient temperature with thermal comfort.
We are used to looking at charts like that, and you see this red line showing the air temperature in June and July, and yes, that's right, it's picking up to 45 degrees C.
It's actually very hot.
But air temperature is not the full set of climatic parameters which define comfort.
Let me show you analysis a colleague of mine did looking on different football, World Cups, Olympic Games around the world, looking on the comfort and analyzing the comfort people have perceived at these different sport activities, and let me start with Mexico.
Mexico temperature has been, air 15, up to 30 degrees C, and people enjoyed themselves.
It was a very comfortable game in Mexico City. Have a look.
Orlando, same kind of stadium, open-air stadium. People have been sitting in the strong sun, in the very high humidity in the afternoon, and they did not enjoy. It was not comfortable.
The air temperature was not too high, but it was not comfortable during these games.
What about Seoul? Seoul, because of broadcast rights, all the games have been in the late afternoon. Sun has already been set, so the games have been perceived as comfortable.
What about Athens? Mediterranean climate, but in the sun it was not comfortable. They didn't perceive comfort.
And we know that from Spain, we know that "sol y sombra."
If you have a ticket, and you get a ticket for the shade, in a more comfortable environment.
What about Beijing?
It's again, sun in the day and high humidity, and it was not comfortable.
So if I overlay, and if you overlay all these comfort envelopes, what we see is, in all these places, air temperature has been ranging something from 25 to 35, and if you go on the line, 30, of 30 degrees C ambient temperatures. If you go along that line you see there has been all kind of comfort, all kinds of perceived outdoor comfort, ranging from very comfortable to very uncomfortable.
So why is that?
This is because there are more parameters influencing our thermal comfort, which is the sun, the direct sun, the diffuse sun, which is wind, strong wind, mild wind, which is air humidity, which is the radiant temperature of the surroundings where we are in.
And this is air temperature.
All these parameters go into the comfort feeling of our human body, and scientists have developed a parameter, which is the perceived temperature, where all these parameters go in and help designers to understand which is the driving parameter that I feel comfort or that I don't feel comfort.
Which is the driving parameter which gives me a perceived temperature? And these parameters, these climatic parameters are related to the human metabolism.
Because of our metabolism, we as human beings, we produce heat.
I'm excited, I'm talking to you, I'm probably producing 150 watts at the moment. You are sitting, you are relaxed, you're looking at me. It's probably 100 watts each person is producing, and we need to get rid of that energy. I need, with my body, to get rid of the energy, and the harder it is for myself, for my body, to get rid of the energy, the less comfort I feel.
That's it. And if I don't get rid of the energy, I will die.
If we overlay what happens during the football World Cup, what will happen in June, July, we will see, yes, air temperature will be much higher, but because the games and the plays will be in the afternoon, it's probably the same comfort rating we've found in other places which has perceived as non-comfortable.
So we sat together with a team which prepared the Bid Book, or goal, that we said, let's aim for perceived temperature, for outdoor comfort in this range, which is perceived with a temperature of 32 degrees Celsius perceived temperature, which is extremely comfortable.
People would feel really fine in an open outdoor environment.
But what does it mean?
If we just look on what happens, we see, temperature's too high.
If we apply the best architectural design, climate engineering design, we won't get much better.
So we need to do something active.
We need, for instance, to bring in radiant cooling technology, and we need to combine this with so-called soft conditioning.
And how does it look like in a stadium?
So the stadium has a few elements which create that outdoor comfort. First of all, it's shading. It needs are sitting against strong and warm wind.
But that's not all what we need to do. We need to use active systems.
Instead of blowing a hurricane of chilled air through the stadium, we can use radiant cooling technologies, like a floor heating system where water pipes are embedded in the floor.
And just by using cold water going through the water pipes, you can release the heat which is absorbed during the day in the stadium, so you can create that comfort, and then by adding dry air instead of down-chilled air, the spectators and the football players can adjust to their individual comfort needs, to their individual energy balance.
They can adjust and find their comfort they need to find.
There are 12 stadia probably to come, but there are 32 training pitches where all the individual countries are going to train.
We applied the same concept: shading of the training pitch, using a shelter against wind, then using the grass.
Natural-watered lawn is a very good cooling source stabilizing temperature, and using dehumidified air to create comfort.
But even the best passive design wouldn't help.
We need active system.
And how do we do that? Our idea for the bid was 100 percent solar cooling, based on the idea that we use the roof of the stadia, we cover the roofs of the stadia with PV systems.
We don't borrow any energy from history.
We are not using fossil energies.
We are not borrowing energy from our neighbors.
We're using energy we can harvest on our roofs, and also on the training pitches, which will be covered with large, flexible membranes, and we will see in the next years an industry coming up with flexible photovoltaics, giving the possibilities of shading against strong sun and producing electric energy in the same time.
And this energy now is harvested throughout the year, sent into the grid, is replacing fossils in the grid, and when I need it for the cooling, I take it back from the grid and I use the solar energy which I have brought to the grid back when I need it for the solar cooling.
And I can do that in the first year and I can balance that 20 years, this energy, which is necessary to condition a World Cup in Qatar, the next 20 years, this energy goes into the grid of Qatar.
So this -- Thank you very much. This is not only useful for stadia. We can use that also in open-air places and streets, and we've been working on the City of the Future in Masdar, which is in the United Emirates, Abu Dhabi.
And I had the pleasure to work on the central plaza.
And the same idea to use there, to create outdoor conditions which are perceived as comfortable. People enjoy going there instead of going into a shopping mall, which is chilled down and which is cooled. We wanted to create an outdoor space which is so comfortable that people can go there in the and they can enjoy and meet there with their families. And the same concept: shade against the sun,
shade against the wind, and use, use and take advantage of the sun you can harvest on your footprint.
And these beautiful umbrellas.
So I'd like to encourage you to pay attention to your thermal comfort, to your thermal environment, tonight and tomorrow, and if you'd like to learn more about that, I invite you to go to our website.
We uploaded a very simple perceived temperature calculator where you can check out about your outdoor comfort.
And I also hope that you share the idea that if engineers and designers can use all these different climatic parameters, it will be possible to create really good and comfortable outdoor conditions, to change our thermal perception that we feel comfortable in an outdoor environment, and we can do that with the best passive design, but also using the energy source of the site in Qatar which is the sun.
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Both the adventurers and Lucella were frozen stiff as if bound by invisible chains, feeling like they werenât allowed to carelessly move a single finger.
The crimson old man glared at Lucellaâs group and spoke in fluent and majestic human tongue.
âI am Shurei, the head of the Volcanic Group of Belmar. I cannot show my true form here, but you should naturally guess who I am.â
Leader of a dragon group, thatâs what the man called Shurei addressed himself.
Dragons were already strong beyond normal people, but the leader that controlled their groups must have been a transcendental existence that accumulated power over many years.
Even in human form, he was hiding power akin to the tyranny of a disaster.
Amid the strong pressure and tension, Viola was the one to move first. She took a step forward and bowed by bending her knee while pinching her skirt in a strangely accustomed manner.
âGreetings, your highness the Dragon King, I am...â
âNo need. I am well aware that you are but normal humans.â
Shurei interrupted Violaâs greeting, as if saying it would be a waste of time.
Shureiâs flaming red eyes observed the four of them. Eventually, his gaze pierced Lucella.
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âI see, quite mysterious. Quite shabby but still closer to us than to humans.â
He smiled in amusement. That alone made death cross Lucellaâs mind.
Shurei urged, nay, ordered Lucella to speak.
With that Lucellaâs dry tongue finally moved.
â...I am... called... Lucella.â
âOh?â
Lucella gathered her obstinacy and courage and introduced herself in Dragonian, all while knowing she was being looked down on.
She was well aware that there was enough gap in their power to warrant being looked down on, but she still couldnât allow it.
She decided to become Kafalâs daughter. As such, even if she was facing a mighty dragon, she wanted to act as an equal, even if a bit, only a bit.
âGahahahaha! XXXX impudence to XXXXXXXXX in Dragonian!â
Shurei laughed, quite loudly at that.
Lucella was almost blown back by it, but she endured it somehow.
âFather... what XXXXXX *** here?â
Kafal seemed bewildered by her fatherâs visit.
This place was between two human kingdoms and far away from Belmar Volcano. Certainly not a place where the leader of a dragon group who rarely showed up before humans would just drop by casually.
âI too XXXX my daughterâs life XX mere humanâs XXXXX. You may XXXXXX helping ***. However...â
Lucella tried to process their conversation with all she had, but she quickly lost track of it. With Kafal she could still handle it since she was matching her pace, but a conversation between two dragons was too fast-paced for her.
âIâm really reluctant, but Iâll use this... This is probably something important.
Lucella threw away her stubbornness and put on Giselleâs ring.
Immediately, a torrent of meaning flowed into Lucellaâs head as if a monochrome world had turned vibrant.
âYou should know this already, but the dragon groups do not involve themselves in human quarrels. If you wish to survive, you have to either fight by yourself or return to our group.â
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âI imagine it is inconvenient.â
Kafal momentarily glanced at Lucella while talking with Shurei. It seemed that he was already aware of Lucellaâs circumstances.
âLiving where the dragons are would be... impossible for me... Thatâs why mom is...
Lucella had never gone away from the human regions and seen the world of dragons, but she could imagine it to be a place incomparably more dangerous than Mount Kuguse which was simply overrun by Variants.
If Kafal abandoned Mount Kuguse and went back, she could avoid the Maltgartz threat, but she didnât know if Lucella could accompany her there.
âIn that case... I shall increase the dragon aura and Variants on this mountain a little. I cannot do anything more, but I can do that at least.â
âReally?! Thank you very much!â
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...It all sounded too good. Her intuition as a manager was screaming that something was up.
âNow now. While I have pledged my aid, the distance to my mountain is considerable. Transporting Variants to this location would prove to be a formidable task. Therefore, I must implore the assistance of those who dwell in the vicinity to lend me their strength.â
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The wings dancing in the sky multiplied by one, two, and three. Silhouettes flew toward them with the moon floating above their backs. They were pterosaur Variant riders similar to Shurei.
The three mounts carried one person each. They looked human in appearance, but only in appearance.
âThese individuals are not unfamiliar to you, and we have forged an alliance with them. Upon hearing my entreaty, they have expressed their willingness to hear you at least.â
The pterosaurs glided through the sky all at once and their riders jumped off as they neared the mountain.
âWhether they will be convinced or not would be up to you.â
Shurei folded his arms and smiled so ferociously it could kill a lion.
Three people, nay, three dragons swooped down from above. Unlike Shurei who was in a hermit-like getup, the three looked like young and refined nobles.
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The most spirited of them stepped out while glaring toward them with eyes as sharp as a blade.
âIt has been too long, Kafal, the one who robbed Luja from our clan.â
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âLeo...is that the fenrir...?â
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What Leo was rubbing her nose against was a living creature that was a mixture of brown and red.
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However, it was no larger than a medium-sized dog, which seemed very small compared to the silvery Leo who sat behind it.
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Leo would occasionally glance at us and then continue to rub her nose against the fenrir.
âWhat is it...Leo?â
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Leo barked despondently.
âMay I take a closer look?â
Sebastian squinted his eyes and moved closer to Leo.
At the same time, I moved to stand next to Leo.
And then Ms. Claire followed to stand next to me.
â...These are...terrible wounds...â
âI had thought that the fur was brown, but...â
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Sebastianâs hand touched the fenrir as he inspected the wounds.
Upon seeing this, Leo stopped rubbing her nose over it.
And as Ms. Claire and I watched, we realized that we had misunderstood.
I had assumed that the fenrirâs fur was a brown color, but it was not.
So much blood had flowed from the wounds and then it had been covered in dirt as the trolls attacked it.
There were patches that werenât caked in soil, and you could see that the fur was still white. This was proof that it usually had a clean, white coat.
Leo sounded very worried about the fenrir as she looked at Sebastian.
âHmm... This...â
âHow bad is it, Sebastian?â
â...I think that we arrived too late... While it is still alive now...that will not last for long...â
â...No... And after it took us so long to finally find one...â
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Apparently, the wounds were very bad.
The trolls must have beaten it severely.
On closer inspection, one of its hind legs was broken and bent in a strange direction.
Perhaps the trolls had hit it with their giant clubs.
The broken leg would have prevented it from running away, and then it must have been surrounded...
âLeo...â
And then she barked in the same way that she did when asking me to do something.
Apparently, Leo wanted to help this fenrir.
â...Isnât there anything we can do?â
â...While I do have a little knowledge, I am no doctor. And...I doubt that even a trained doctor would be able to do anything now...â
While Ms. Claire asked Sebastian if there wasnât any hope, he replied that there was none.
The blood was still continuing to flow from the fenrirâs wounds as it pooled on the ground.
It must not have any energy left, as though it was still breathing, it could not move its body or raise its voice.
...Seeing it in such a state...even though it was a monster that attacked humans, just like orcs and trolls...and the fact that it resembled a dog...or a wolf, and looked so much like Leo, made me want to do something.
But...I wasnât a doctor or a veterinarian.
So there was nothing that I could do.
And so I just bit my lip and watched the fenrir that was sure to die.
â....Good Leo...Mr. Takumi...is there really nothing that we can do...?â
â...Lady Claire. The wounds are too deep. It is too late...â
Still wanting to help it, Ms. Claire now turned to me and Leo. But at Sebastianâs words, she closed her eyes tightly with regret.
Leo also entreated...
And I bit my lip even harder.
âThere is nothing that we can do...â
âWhile it is a monster, and this is the way of nature...I do feel so powerless...â
Even Phillip and Nicholas were muttering sadly.
They were all affected by this situation of wanting to help the fenrir, but being unable to do so.
...Suddenly, I relaxed my jaw.
There was a taste that remained in my mouth.
...It was the taste of the herb I had eaten earlier.
It was likely still there because I hadnât had any water since then.
â...Sebastian.â
â...What is it, Mr. Takumi?â
âThe Loe I made before. You said that itâs able to heal wounds in an instant, yes?â
â...Yes... Loe does have that ability...but not when the wounds are this serious...â
âBu...if itâs not Loe...â
I would use Loe as a reference and make a different herb!
A herb that can even heal fatal wounds.
There was no time to think about taste.
Besides, with Loe, you extracted the gel from the leaves and covered the wounds with them.
In that case, I should make something similar. It just had to be something that was highly effective.
âMr. Takumi?â
âSir?â
I could hear Ms. Claire and Sebastian calling to me, but I ignored them and focused as I put my palms on the ground.
And I waited silently for some time.
They then understood that I was using Weed Cultivation, and so they watched me without saying anything.
A few seconds later, a small light, which had never shone before, flashed between my hands and the ground, and then a white leaf began to sprout from the ground. It was similar in shape to Loe.
After about twenty seconds, it was fully grown. And so I picked it and cut it open with the short sword that Sebasstian handed to me.
And then I pared it as if it was an apple.
Once that was done, I approached the fallen fenrir that was in front of Leo.
âMr. Takumi...â
â...Iâm sure that it will be fine.â
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Perhaps reading my thoughts, he gently patted my head.
I could never get inside Duke-samaâs psyche, but he could easily see right through me.
I knew that I was no match for Duke-sama.
âHow are Gilles and Grandpa Will and the others?â
I asked Duke-sama, wanting to know what everyone was up to. I didnât know what he had thought of, but he had a difficult expression on his face for a moment. But then he smiled and began to speak.
âThey are fine. A lot of things have happened, Albert and his team are in charge of the school, and Gilles has been studying diligently for a while now. The impoverished village is no more, and my uncle is now at the palace.â
Iâm sure he explained everything very briefly, but it was too much information.
How did they end up putting the academy in the hands of the brothers who were so smitten with that Liz-san?
What did he mean when he said that the impoverished village was no more?
Duelkis Kingdom was changing rapidly without my knowledge. I could not get Grandpa Will out of the impoverished village. But it seemed like Duke-sama solved the problem easily.
Oh, I wondered if the day would ever come when I could beat Duke-sama.
...There were so many things about Duelkis that were unclear to me, but I guess I would know everything when I get back home.
âWell, what kind of research is Gilles doing?â
I asked Duke-sama a question about what seemed the easiest to answer, but he responded with difficulty.
âHeâs almost done, but heâs working on Maddie.â
âMaddie? ...Why Maddie?â
âActually.â
Just as Duke-sama was about to say something, a loud voice was heard from behind him.
âKid! Are you okay?â
âMaster, are you okay?â
I turned around at the sound of their voices. Victor and Leon were riding their horses, with Rai close behind.
Their clothes were a little dirty, probably from fighting that huge bear, and Leon had a new scratch on his cheek.
... You two were truly superhuman to fight that boar and only get away with some scratches.
âIâm okay.â
I smiled at them as they approached, reassuring them. They jump off their horses and run towards me.
...It was nice of them to be so concerned about me.
Victor reached for my face and just as he was about to check me for any wounds. He was pulled back with a yank.
âNo need to touch her.â
I heard Duke-samaâs voice in my ear.
Before I knew it, one of Duke-samaâs arms was gripping my shoulder, holding me from behind, and Victorâs sharp eyes were on Duke-sama, and they were glaring at each other.
What?
While I was still unable to assess the situation, Victor and Duke-sama were conversing.
âAh? Who are you?
âWe met him a while ago.â
â...You like this kid that much?â
Victor snickered at Duke-sama as if he were making fun of him.
âYeah. Sheâs more important than anything else.â
Duke-sama answered immediately without embarrassment, and Victor raised his voice.
âWhat? Who would ever look at her as a woman? Youâre a sucker, arenât you?â
I didnât feel like helping Victor anymore, even if he was in trouble.
I lightly glared at Victor, while Leon, a little surprised, silently watched us, trying to understand the situation.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã ããŠããš:ããĄããã | not self-driving cars.
But to get started we've got to go back over 100 years.
Because it turns out there was an Uber way before Uber.
And if it had survived, the future of transportation would probably already be here.
So let me introduce you to the jitney.
In 1914 it was created or invented by a guy named LP Draper.
He was a car salesman from LA, and he had an idea.
Well, he was cruising around downtown Los Angeles, my hometown, and he saw trolleys with long lines of people trying to get to where they wanted to go.
He said, well, why don't I just put a sign on my car that takes people wherever they want to go for a jitney -- that was slang for a nickel.
And so people jumped on board, and not just in Los Angeles but across the country.
And within one year, by 1915, there were 50,000 rides per day in Seattle, 45,000 rides per day in Kansas and 150,000 rides per day in Los Angeles.
To give you some perspective, Uber in Los Angeles is doing 157,000 rides per day, today ...
100 years later.
And so these are the trolley guys, the existing transportation monopoly at the time.
They were clearly not happy about the jitney juggernaut.
And so they got to work and they went to cities across the country and got regulations put in place to slow down the growth of the jitney.
And there were all kinds of regulations.
There were licenses -- often they were pricey.
In some cities, if you were a jitney driver, you were required to be in the jitney for 16 hours a day.
In other cities, they required two jitney drivers for one jitney.
But there was a really interesting regulation which was they had to put a backseat light -- install it in every Jitney -- to stop a new pernicious innovation which they called spooning.
All right. So what happened?
Well, within a year this thing had taken off.
But the jitney, by 1919, was regulated completely out of existence.
That's unfortunate ...
because, well, when you can't share a car, then you have to own one.
And car ownership skyrocketed and it's no wonder that by 2007, there was a car for every man, woman and child in the United States.
And that phenomenon had gone global.
In China by 2011, there were more car sales happening in China than in the US.
Now, all this private ownership of course had a public cost.
In the US, we spend 7 billion hours a year, wasted, sitting in traffic.
160 billion dollars in lost productivity, of course also sitting in traffic, and one-fifth of all of our carbon footprint is spewed out in the air by those cars that we're sitting in.
Now, that's only four percent of our problem though.
Because if you have to own a car then that means 96 percent of the time your car is sitting idle.
And so, up to 30 percent of our land and our space is used storing these hunks of steel.
We even have skyscrapers built for cars.
That's the world we live in today.
Now, cities have been dealing with this problem for decades.
It's called mass transit.
one of the most densely populated in the world and one of the most sophisticated mass transit systems in the world, there are still 2.5 million cars that go over those bridges every day.
Why is that?
Well, it's because mass transit hasn't yet figured out how to get to everybody's doorstep.
And so back in San Francisco, where I live, the situation's much worse, in fact, much worse around the world.
And so the beginning of Uber in 2010 was -- well, we just wanted to push a button and get a ride.
We didn't have any grand ambitions.
But it just turned out that lots of people wanted to push a button and get a ride, and ultimately what we started to see was a lot of duplicate rides.
pushing the same button at the same time going essentially to the same place.
And so we started thinking about, well, how do we make those two trips and turn them into one.
Because if we did, that ride would be a lot cheaper -- up to 50 percent cheaper -- and of course for the city you've got a lot more people and a lot fewer cars.
And so the big question for us was: would it work?
Could you have a cheaper ride cheap enough that people would be willing to share it?
And the answer, fortunately, is a resounding yes.
In San Francisco, before uberPOOL, we had -- well, everybody would take their car wherever the heck they wanted.
And the bright colors is where we have the most cars.
And once we introduced uberPOOL, well, you see there's not as many bright colors.
More people getting around the city in fewer cars, taking cars off the road.
It looks like uberPOOL is working.
And so we rolled it out in Los Angeles eight months ago.
And since then, we've taken 7.9 million miles off the roads and we've taken 1.4 thousand metric tons of CO2 out of the air.
But the part that I'm really -- But my favorite statistic -- remember, I'm from LA, I spent years of my life sitting behind the wheel, going, "How do we fix this?" -- my favorite part is that eight months later, we have added 100,000 new people that are carpooling every week.
Now, in China everything is supersized, and so we're doing 15 million uberPOOL trips per month, that's 500,000 per day.
And of course we're seeing that exponential growth happen.
In fact, we're seeing it in LA, too.
And when I talk to my team, we don't talk about, "Hey, well, 100,000 people carpooling every week and we're done."
How do we get that to a million?
And in China, well, that could be several million.
And so uberPOOL is a very great solution for urban carpooling.
But what about the suburbs?
This is the street where I grew up in Los Angeles, it's actually a suburb called Northridge, California, look, those mailboxes, they kind of just go on forever.
And every morning at about the same time, cars roll of out their driveway, most of them, one person in the car, and they go to work, they go to their place of work.
So the question for us is: well, how do we turn all of these commuter cars -- and literally there's tens of millions of them -- how do we turn all these commuter cars into shared cars?
Well, we have something for this that we recently launched called uberCOMMUTE.
You get up in the morning, get ready for work, get your coffee, go to your car and you light up the Uber app, and all of a sudden, you become an Uber driver.
And we'll match you up with one of your neighbors on your way to work and it's a really great thing.
There's just one hitch ...
it's called regulation.
So 54 cents a mile, what is that?
Well, that is what the US government has determined that the cost of owning a car is per mile.
You can pick up anybody in the United States and take them wherever they want to go at a moment's notice, for 54 cents a mile or less.
But if you charge 60 cents a mile, you're a criminal.
But what if for 60 cents a mile we could get half a million more people carpooling in Los Angeles?
And what if at 60 cents a mile we could get 50 million people carpooling in the United States?
If we could, it's obviously something we should do.
And so it goes back to the lesson of the jitney.
If by 1915 this thing was taking off, imagine without the regulations that happened, if that thing could just keep going.
How would our cities be different today?
Would we have parks in the place of parking lots?
Well, we lost that chance.
But technology has given us another opportunity.
Now, I'm as excited as anybody else about self-driving cars but do we have to really wait five, 10 or even 20 years to make our new cities a reality?
With the technology in our pockets today, and a little smart regulation, we can turn every car into a shared car, and we can reclaim our cities starting today.
Thank you.
Chris Anderson: Travis, thank you.
Travis Kalanick: Thank you.
CA: You know -- I mean the company you've built is absolutely astounding.
You only just talked about a small part of it here -- a powerful part -- the idea of turning cars into public transport like that, it's cool.
But I've got a couple other questions because I know they're out there on people's minds.
So first of all, last week I think it was, I switched on my phone and tried to book an Uber and I couldn't find the app.
You had this very radical, very bold, brave redesign.
TK: Sure.
CA: How did it go?
Did you notice other people not finding the app that day?
Are you going to win people over for this redesign?
TK: Well, first I should probably just say, well, what we were trying to accomplish.
And I think if you know a little bit about our history, it makes a lot more sense.
Which is, when we first got started, it was just black cars.
It was literally you push a button and get an S-Class.
And so what we did was almost what I would call an immature version of a luxury brand that looked like a badge on a luxury car.
And as we've gone worldwide and gone from S-Classes to auto rickshaws in India, it became something that was important for us to be more accessible, to be more hyperlocal, to be about the cities we were in and that's what you see with the patterns and colors.
And to be more iconic, because a U doesn't mean anything in Sanskrit, and a U doesn't mean anything in Mandarin.
And so that was a little bit what it was about.
Now, when you first roll out something like that, I mean, your hands are sweating, you've got -- you know, you're a little worried.
What we saw is a lot of people -- actually, at the beginning, we saw a lot more people opening the app because they were curious what they would find when they opened it.
And our numbers were slightly up from what we expected.
CA: OK, that's cool.
Now, so you, yourself, are something of an enigma, I would say.
Your supporters and investors, who have been with you the whole way, believe that the only chance of sort of taking on the powerful, entrenched interests of taxi industry and so forth, is to have someone who is a fierce, relentless competitor, which you've certainly proved to be.
Some people feel you've almost taken that culture too far, and you know -- like a year or two ago there was a huge controversy where a lot of women got upset.
How did it feel like inside the company during that period?
Did you notice a loss of business?
Did you learn anything from that?
TK: Well, look, I think -- I've been an entrepreneur since I've been in high school and you have -- In various different ways an entrepreneur will see hard times and for us, it was about a year and a half ago, and for us it was hard times, too.
Now, inside, we felt like -- I guess at the end of the day we felt like we were good people doing good work, but on the outside that wasn't evident.
And so there was a lot that we had to do to sort of -- We'd gone from a very small company -- I mean if you go literally two and a half years ago, our company was 400 people, and today it's 6,500.
And so when you go through that growth, you have to sort of cement your cultural values and talk about them all of the time.
And make sure that people are constantly checking to say, "Are we good people doing good work?"
And if you check those boxes, the next part of that is making sure you're telling your story.
And I think we learned a lot of lessons but I think at the end of it we came out stronger.
But it was certainly a difficult period.
CA: It seems to me, everywhere you turn, you're facing people who occasionally give you a hard time.
Some Uber drivers in New York and elsewhere are mad as hell now because you changed the fees and they can barely -- they claim -- barely afford the deal anymore.
How -- You know, you said that you started this originally -- just the coolness of pressing a button and summoning a ride.
This thing's taken off, you're affecting the whole global economy, basically, at this point.
You're being forced to be, whether you want it or not, a kind of global visionary who's changing the world.
I mean -- who are you?
Do you want that?
Are you ready to go with that and be what that takes?
TK: Well, there's a few things packed in that question, so -- First is on the pricing side -- I mean, keep in mind, right?
UberX, when we first started, was literally 10 or 15 percent cheaper than our black car product.
It's now in many cities, half the price of a taxi.
And we have all the data to show that the divers are making more per hour than they would as taxi drivers.
What happens is when the price goes down, people are more likely to take Uber at different times of the day than they otherwise would have, and they're more likely to use it in places they wouldn't have before.
And what that means for a driver is wherever he or she drops somebody off, they're much more likely to get a pickup and get back in.
And so what that means is more trips per hour, more minutes of the hour where they're productive and actually, earnings come up.
And we have cities where we've done literally five or six price cuts and have seen those price cuts go up over time.
So even in New York -- We have a blog post we call "4 Septembers" -- compare the earnings September after September after September.
Same month every year.
And we see the earnings going up over time as the price comes down.
And there's a perfect price point -- you can't go down forever.
And in those places where we bring the price down but we don't see those earnings pop, we bring the prices back up.
So that addresses that first part.
And then the enigma and all of this -- I mean, the kind of entrepreneur I am is one that gets really excited about solving hard problems.
And the way I like to describe it is it's kind of like a math professor.
You know? If a math professor doesn't have hard problems to solve, that's a really sad math professor.
And so at Uber we like the hard problems and we like getting excited about those and solving them.
But we don't want just any math problem, we want the hardest ones that we can possibly find, and we want the one that if you solve it, there's a little bit of a wow factor.
CA: In a couple years' time -- say five years' time, I don't know when -- you roll out your incredible self-driving cars, at probably a lower cost than you currently pay for an Uber ride.
What do you say to your army of a million drivers plus at that time?
TK: Explain that again -- at which time?
CA: At the time when self-driving cars are coming -- TK: Sure, sure, sure. Sorry, I missed that.
CA: What do you say to a driver?
TK: Well, look, I think the first part is it's going to take -- it's likely going to take a lot longer than I think some of the hype or media might expect.
That's part one.
Part two is it's going to also take -- there's going to be a long transition.
These cars will work in certain places and not in others.
For us it's an interesting challenge, right?
Because, well -- Google's been investing in this since 2007, Tesla's going to be doing it, Apple's going to be doing it, the manufacturers are going to be doing it.
This is a world that's going to exist, and for good reason.
A million people die a year in cars.
And we already looked at the billions or even trillions of hours worldwide that people are spending sitting in them, driving frustrated, anxious.
And think about the quality of life that improves when you give people their time back and it's not so anxiety-ridden.
So I think there's a lot of good.
And so the way we think about it is that it's a challenge, but one for optimistic leadership, Where instead of resisting -- resisting technology, maybe like the taxi industry, or the trolley industry -- we have to embrace it or be a part of the future.
But how do we optimistically lead through it?
Are there ways to partner with cities?
Are there ways to have education systems, vocational training, etc., for that transition period.
It will take a lot longer than I think we all expect, especially that transition period.
But it is a world that's going to exist, and it is going to be a better world.
CA: Travis, what you're building is absolutely incredible and I'm hugely grateful to you for coming to TED and sharing so openly.
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Rather, she chose to make getting to the designated location on time a priority.
Merc would have preferred to leave for Logholt right away since she didnât have enough time, but she had to first make preparations for her voyage.
Merc discovered that there were various places along the route where she could get water after studying the map. The map, on the other hand, had come from none other than the dubious Brega. Since Merc wasnât sure how much she could trust it she decided it would be better to at least prepare some water.
When it came to food, she felt confident that she would come across some along the way. Merc was quite used to hunting after all.
âIs the exam already over?â
As Merc reached the Pavilion of the Esteemed Sword Saint, Luzei welcomed her with a puzzled look. Her shock was understandable. Given that it had only been half an hour since Merc had departed.
She should have taken a little longer to return, no matter how simple the exam was.
âNo. They changed the venue. I apologize, but Iâll need to leave this city as soon as possible. Iâll immediately pay for the nights Iâve stayed... Could I also ask you to get some water for me?â
âThat mustâve been shocking. I donât mind getting the water for you, but this money is too much.â
âIt doesnât matter, just take it. Youâve done a lot for me so I want to pay you back.â
Luzei ultimately gave up as Merc forced the money into her hands, saying, âO-Okay...â
Ultimately, this is for my own egoâs sake... Even so, Iâm sure Estert would have liked to give you even more.
Merc thought as she watched Luzei prepare the water for her.
If Estert was still alive he would have certainly blessed Luzei and Binardâs marriage. Even though he would have teased them about their age gap, he would have joined his buddies in celebrating their happy occasion. The money Merc had provided Luzei was largely for the purpose of paying off old debts. It was largely a way for Merc to appease her ego and relieve the load she had been carrying from not being able to thank them for their care all this time.
âOh, Merc. Didnât you go already?â
Jonahim appeared out of nowhere, a little surprised, just as Merc was sorting through her emotions. His surprise grew as he shifted his gaze to the clock on the wall.
âItâs already past oâclock! Did you oversleep?â
âIâm not Elea, and I wouldnât do something like that. They changed the day and the place of the exam. I have one week to get to Logholt.â
âLogholt? One week to get to Logholt huh... The Guild really has a knack for making things difficult.â
Jonahim said after thinking over Mercâs words. He then gave Merc a sympathetic look and stated,
âIt seems like this exam is a hit.â
âA hit? What is that?â
âThis is just a rumor, but it appears that the Guild occasionally makes the exam unreasonably difficult.â
âWhat? Just what does that mean?â
Luka had previously informed Merc that the exam was different each time. This was, however, the first time sheâd heard about the difficulty changing.
âWhen the number of active adventurers exceeds a particular threshold, the Guild allegedly makes the exam extremely difficult in order to purposely fail all of the examinees. This rumor originates from those who have taken the exam multiple times and have noticed the difficulty level shift from easy to difficult.â
âWhat the... Then isnât passing the exam mostly based on luck then?â
âYou could say that. This is why the difficult exam is referred to as a hit, primarily to mock them. However, as I already stated, this is only a rumor. I havenât experienced it myself and the exam is well-known for its difficulty. The rumor may have originated from people who had struggled but ultimately failed to pass the exam.â
Merc believed it was feasible despite Jonahimâs claim that it was simply a rumor.
The conditions of this timeâs exam made sense when she considered that the Guild had no intention of allowing anyone to pass. On the other hand, they had gone to great lengths to prepare the Belball carriage, so she couldnât be completely certain at this point in time.
That thread of hope, in and of itself, is suspicious.
Given that the exam was being led by the dubious Brega, Merc believed it was highly possible that the Guild had really purposefully upped the difficulty.
While Merc was contemplating the exam, Jonahim suddenly said, âStill, Logholt huh... Want me to come with you?â
âHuh? How did you come up with that?â
âBlazing Impact managed to rise up to Grade because we completed that mission in the elf village, didnât we? As a result, we all agreed to take a break from our regular activities. Which leaves me quite free.â
âEven if you say that... To begin with, what good is it for me to take the exam with a full-fledged adventurer by my side? Furthermore, youâre Grade , Grade ! What are you? An overprotective mother?â
Iâll attract even more attention if he joins me...
In the previous few days, Merc had painfully realized just how well Jonahim and the others were acknowledged, respected, and idolized. If she traveled with him again, she was certain that she would have to deal with annoying stuff.
Elea will definitely take my head while Iâm sleeping...
Merc shook simply thinking about Eleaâs Liquid-Ignition Spear piercing her.
Merc, of course, had no intention of giving up without a fight, but she was well aware that maidens in love could be quite terrifying. If you asked Merc if she still wanted to travel with Jonahim despite the fact that she would be bringing such an adversary upon herself, she would firmly decline.
âStill, if youâre alone for a week, youâll probably get bored. Itâs better to have a travel buddy.â
âA travel companion huh...â
As Jonahim mentioned, Merc became lost in thought, and she then said, âYouâre right.â
âThen...â
âItâs fine, I already have someone in mind. Thereâs no need for you to come.â
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After classes had been over for a while, all of a sudden the students became boisterous. They were so excited, I could feel the vibrations of their pounding feet as they run through the halls. And their yelling resounds throughout each classroom as they stampede by.
What exactly is going on?
Sitting next to me, I notice Gayleâs face contorting into a frown, openly displaying his annoyance.
âWhat sort of girl?â
âApparently a little black-haired girl!!â
Instantly my eyes fly towards Albert.
His eyes have gone slightly wide as he whispers, âNo. It couldnât be....â under his breath.
Hearing the description, Duke had bolted from the room, running along with the rest of the students in the hallway towards the library. And just a beat behind, the rest of us also follow suit and hurry in that direction.
When we get there, thereâs no room to walk. The library is filled to capacity, with students even overflowing into the hallway.
âPlease move aside,â we request, as we slowly make our way through the crowd.
As each student turns to look and notices us standing there, they all quickly jump out of our way, opening up a path for us to go through. We continue slowly making our way forward in that manner until we reach the interior of the old library.
And there, right in front of us, is a tiny little girl standing on a chair and diligently writing line after line on the blackboard. Without showing any interest in the mob of students milling about behind her, she just focuses on her task with unparalleled concentration.
.......Alicia.
We observe the board. No one lets out a sound, we just stand there in silence and watch.
What is she writing about?
We notice a statement written at the very top of the board. The professors always have some sort of topic placed there for the student body to mull over. And even though it always states that anybody can freely express their thoughts, barely anyone ever writes anything.
âMethods for taking over the Ravaal Kingdomâ
This timeâs theme.....
Starting from the top, I read what she has written.
âObjective: Take over the Ravaal Kingdom
Ravaal Kingdomâ powerful nation, despotic government, feared by the surrounding countries
Surrounding countriesâ Duran, Calverra, Melvyn, Koyre
Subjugated countries under Ravaalâ Calverra, Melvyn, Koyre
â Buy out Duran, provide assistance to remaining countriesâ box-in maneuver
â Utilize the countriesâ hatred of Ravaalâ isolation
â Duelkis Kingdom will offer to provide protection to Ravaal (a ruse)
â Ingratiate Duelkis with the other countries and demand reciprocation
Exampleâ Duran is likely to experience an economic meltdown in a few years, pay off their debts
â A drowning man will even clutch at strawsâ Ravaal will be forced to accept Duelkisâs help
After finishing writing the last step, Alicia lets out a little sigh of contentment. She surveys her work and then finally turns around.
âHuh?â she mumbles dumbly, her eyes growing round and blank.
Could she... really not have realized?
âWhat remarkable focus,â Gayle remarks while cleaning his glasses.
I give her work on the board another once-over.
....Is that really a plan that a -year-old could come up with?
I canât believe my own eyes. We all move forward, creating an arc around the puny girl.
To summarize her proposal in simple terms, she suggested we use the neighboring countriesâ hatred to isolate Ravaal, then we act as their defender, pretending to provide protection and support, and finally we use that favorable position to attain control of the country.
But, why does she think that the Duran Kingdom has the possibility of an impending economic collapse? Thereâs currently no evidence that their economy is experiencing any signs of a meltdown.
With a slightly apprehensive expression, Alicia glances towards Albert.
Since she sneaked her way into the academy as she pleased, she must be thinking that heâll be angry. However, instead of anger, he looks more shocked than anything else.
For another long moment, we remain silent and continue to glance from Alicia to the blackboard and back.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | I had just left Wall Street, cut my hair to look like Margaret Mead, given away most everything that I owned, and arrived with all the essentials -- some poetry, a few clothes, and, of course, a guitar -- because I was going to save the world, and I thought I would just start with the African continent.
But literally within days of arriving I was told, in no uncertain terms, by a number of West African women, that Africans didn't want saving, thank you very much, least of all not by me.
I was too young, unmarried, I had no children, didn't really know Africa, and besides, my French was pitiful.
And so, it was an incredibly painful time in my life, and yet it really started to give me the humility to start listening.
I think that failure can be an incredibly motivating force as well, so I moved to Kenya and worked in Uganda, and I met a group of Rwandan women, who asked me, in 1986, to move to Kigali to help them start the first microfinance institution there.
And I did, and we ended up naming it Duterimbere, meaning "to go forward with enthusiasm." And while we were doing it, I realized that there weren't a lot of businesses that were viable and started by women, and so maybe I should try to run a business, too.
And so I started looking around, and I heard about a bakery that was run by 20 prostitutes.
And, being a little intrigued, I went to go meet this group, and what I found was 20 unwed mothers who were trying to survive.
And it was really the beginning of my understanding the power of language, and how what we call people so often distances us from them, and makes them little.
I also found out that the bakery was nothing like a business, that, in fact, it was a classic charity run by a well-intentioned person, who essentially spent 600 dollars a month to keep these 20 women busy making little crafts and baked goods, and living on 50 cents a day, still in poverty.
So, I made a deal with the women. I said, "Look, we get rid of the charity side, and we run this as a business and I'll help you."
They nervously agreed. I nervously started, and, of course, things are always harder than you think they're going to be.
First of all, I thought, well, we need a sales team, and we clearly aren't the A-Team here, so let's -- I did all this training.
And the epitome was when I literally marched into the streets of Nyamirambo, which is the popular quarter of Kigali, with a bucket, and I sold all these little doughnuts to people, and I came back, and I was like, "You see?"
And the women said, "You know, Jacqueline, who in Nyamirambo is not going to buy doughnuts out of an orange bucket from a tall American woman?" And like -- -- it's a good point.
So then I went the whole American way, with competitions, team and individual. Completely failed, but over time, the women learnt to sell on their own way.
And they started listening to the marketplace, and they came back with ideas for cassava chips, and banana chips, and sorghum bread, and before you knew it, we had cornered the Kigali market, and the women were earning three to four times the national average.
And with that confidence surge, I thought, "Well, it's time to create a real bakery, so let's paint it." And the women said, "That's a really great idea."
And I said, "Well, what color do you want to paint it?" And they said, "Well, you choose." And I said, "No, no, I'm learning to listen.
You choose. It's your bakery, your street, your country -- not mine."
But they wouldn't give me an answer.
So, one week, two weeks, three weeks went by, and finally I said, "Well, how about blue?"
And they said, "Blue, blue, we love blue. Let's do it blue."
So, I went to the store, I brought Gaudence, the recalcitrant one of all, and we brought all this paint and fabric to make curtains, and on painting day, we all gathered in Nyamirambo, and the idea was we would paint it white with blue as trim, like a little French bakery. But that was clearly not as satisfying as painting a wall of blue like a morning sky.
So, blue, blue, everything became blue.
The walls were blue, the windows were blue, the sidewalk out front was painted blue.
And Aretha Franklin was shouting "R-E-S-P-E-C-T," the women's hips were swaying and little kids were trying to grab the paintbrushes, but it was their day.
And at the end of it, we stood across the street and we looked at what we had done, and I said, "It is so beautiful."
And the women said, "It really is."
And I said, "And I think the color is perfect," and they all nodded their head, except for Gaudence, and I said, "What?"
And she said, "Nothing." And I said, "What?"
And she said, "Well, it is pretty, but, you know, our color, really, it is green." And -- -- I learned then that listening isn't just about patience, but that when you've lived on charity and dependent your whole life long, it's really hard to say what you mean.
And, mostly because people never really ask you, and when they do, you don't really think they want to know the truth.
And so then I learned that listening is not only about waiting, but it's also learning how better to ask questions.
And so, I lived in Kigali for about two and a half years, doing these two things, and it was an extraordinary time in my life.
And it taught me three lessons that I think are so important for us today, and certainly in the work that I do.
The first is that dignity is more important to the human spirit than wealth.
As Eleni has said, when people gain income, they gain choice, and that is fundamental to dignity.
But as human beings, we also want to see each other, and we want to be heard by each other, and we should never forget that.
The second is that traditional charity and aid are never going to solve the problems of poverty.
I think Andrew pretty well covered that, so I will move to the third point, which is that markets alone also are not going to solve the problems of poverty.
Yes, we ran this as a business, that came into the training, and the management support, the strategic advice and, maybe most important of all, the access to new contacts, networks and new markets.
And so, on a micro level, there's a real role for this combination of investment and philanthropy.
And on a macro level -- some of the speakers have inferred that even health should be privatized.
But, having had a father with heart disease, and realizing that what our family could afford was not what he should have gotten, and having a good friend step in to help, I really believe that all people deserve access to health at prices they can afford.
I think the market can help us figure that out, but there's got to be a charitable component, or I don't think we're going to create the kind of societies we want to live in.
And so, it was really those lessons that made me decide to build Acumen Fund about six years ago.
It's a nonprofit, venture capital fund for the poor, a few oxymorons in one sentence.
It essentially raises charitable funds from individuals, foundations and corporations, and then we turn around and we invest equity and loans that deliver affordable health, housing, energy, clean water to low income people in South Asia and Africa, so that they can make their own choices.
We've invested about 20 million dollars in 20 different enterprises, and have, in so doing, created nearly 20,000 jobs, and delivered tens of millions of services to people who otherwise would not be able to afford them.
I want to tell you two stories. Both of them are in Africa.
Both of them are about investing in entrepreneurs who are committed to service, and who really know the markets.
Both of them live at the confluence of public health and enterprise, and both of them, because they're manufacturers, create jobs directly, and create incomes indirectly, because they're in the malaria sector, and Africa loses about 13 billion dollars a year because of malaria.
And so as people get healthier, they also get wealthier.
The first one is called Advanced Bio-Extracts Limited.
It's a company built in Kenya about seven years ago by an incredible entrepreneur named Patrick Henfrey and his three colleagues.
These are old-hand farmers who've gone through all the agricultural ups and downs in Kenya over the last 30 years.
Now, this plant is an Artemisia plant; it's the basic component for artemisinin, which is the best-known treatment for malaria.
It's indigenous to China and the Far East, but given that the prevalence of malaria is here in Africa, Patrick and his colleagues said, "Let's bring it here, because it's a high value-add product."
The farmers get three to four times the yields that they would with maize.
And so, using patient capital -- money that they could raise early on, that actually got below market returns and was willing to go the long haul and be combined with management assistance, strategic assistance -- they've now created a company where they purchase from 7,500 farmers.
So that's about 50,000 people affected.
And I think some of you may have visited -- these farmers are helped by KickStart and TechnoServe, who help them become more self-sufficient.
They buy it, they dry it and they bring it to this factory, which was purchased in part by, again, patient capital from Novartis, who has a real interest in getting the powder so that they can make Coartem.
Acumen's been working with ABE for the past year, year and a half, both on looking at a new business plan, and what does expansion look like, helping with management support and helping to do term sheets and raise capital.
And I really understood what patient capital meant emotionally in the last month or so. Because the company was literally 10 days away from proving that the product they produced was at the world-quality level needed to make Coartem, when they were in the biggest cash crisis of their history.
And we called all of the social investors we know.
Now, some of these same social investors are really interested in Africa and understand the importance of agriculture, and they even helped the farmers.
And even when we explained that if ABE goes away, all those 7,500 jobs go away too, we sometimes have this bifurcation between business and the social.
And it's really time we start thinking more creatively about how they can be fused.
So Acumen made not one, but two bridge loans, and the good news is they did indeed meet world-quality classification and are now in the final stages of closing a 20-million-dollar round, to move it to the next level, and I think that this will be one of the more important companies in East Africa.
This is Samuel. He's a farmer.
He was actually living in the Kibera slums when his father called him and told him about Artemisia and the value-add potential.
So he moved back to the farm, and, long story short, they now have seven acres under cultivation.
Samuel's kids are in private school, and he's starting to help other farmers in the area also go into Artemisia production -- dignity being more important than wealth.
The next one, many of you know.
I talked about it a little at Oxford two years ago, and some of you visited A to Z manufacturing, which is one of the great, real companies in East Africa.
It's another one that lives at the confluence of health and enterprise.
And this is really a story about a public-private solution that has really worked.
It started in Japan. Sumitomo had developed a technology essentially to impregnate a polyethylene-based fiber with organic insecticide, so you could create a bed net, a malaria bed net, that would last five years and not need to be re-dipped.
It could alter the vector, but like Artemisia, it had been produced only in East Asia. And as part of its social responsibility, with whether we can produce it in Africa, for Africans?"
UNICEF came forward and said, "We'll buy most of the nets, and then we'll give them away, as part of the global fund's and the U.N.'s commitment to pregnant women and children, for free."
Acumen came in with the patient capital, and we also helped to identify the entrepreneur that we would all partner with here in Africa, and Exxon provided the initial resin.
Well, in looking around for entrepreneurs, there was none better that we could find on earth than Anuj Shah, in A to Z manufacturing company. It's a 40-year-old company, it understands manufacturing.
It's gone from socialist Tanzania into capitalist Tanzania, and continued to flourish. It had about 1,000 employees when we first found it.
And so, Anuj took the entrepreneurial risk here in Africa to produce a public good that was purchased by the aid establishment to work with malaria.
And, long story short, again, they've been so successful.
In our first year, the first net went off the line in October of 2003.
We thought the hitting-it-out-of-the-box number was 150,000 nets a year.
This year, they are now producing eight million nets a year, and they employ 5,000 people, 90 percent of whom are women, mostly unskilled.
They're in a joint venture with Sumitomo.
And so, from an enterprise perspective for Africa, and from a public health perspective, these are real successes.
But it's only half the story if we're really looking at solving problems of poverty, because it's not long-term sustainable.
It's a company with one big customer.
And if avian flu hits, or for any other reason the world decides that malaria is no longer as much of a priority, everybody loses.
And so, Anuj and Acumen have been talking about testing the private sector, because the assumption that the aid establishment has made is that, look, in a country like Tanzania, 80 percent of the population makes less than two dollars a day.
It costs, at manufacturing point, six dollars to produce these, and it costs the establishment another six dollars to distribute it, so the market price in a free market would be about 12 dollars per net.
Most people can't afford that, so let's give it away free.
And we said, "Well, there's another option.
Let's use the market as the best listening device we have, and understand at what price people would pay for this, so they get the dignity of choice.
We can start building local distribution, and actually, it can cost the public sector much less."
And so we came in with a second round of patient capital to A to Z, a loan as well as a grant, so that A to Z could play with pricing and listen to the marketplace, and found a number of things.
One, that people will pay different prices, but the overwhelming number of people will come forth at one dollar per net and make a decision to buy it.
And when you listen to them, they'll also have a lot to say about what they like and what they don't like.
And that some of the channels we thought would work didn't work.
But because of this experimentation and iteration that was allowed because of the patient capital, we've now found that it costs about a dollar in the private sector to distribute, and a dollar to buy the net.
So then, from a policy perspective, when you start with the market, we have a choice.
We can continue going along at 12 dollars a net, and the customer pays zero, or we could at least experiment with some of it, to charge one dollar a net, costing the public sector another six dollars a net, give the people the dignity of choice, and have a distribution system that might, over time, start sustaining itself.
We've got to start having conversations like this, and I don't think there's any better way to start than using the market, but also to bring other people to the table around it.
Whenever I go to visit A to Z, I think of my grandmother, Stella.
She was very much like those women sitting behind the sewing machines.
She grew up on a farm in Austria, very poor, didn't have very much education.
She moved to the United States, where she met my grandfather, who was a cement hauler, and they had nine children. Three of them died as babies.
My grandmother had tuberculosis, and she worked in a sewing machine shop, making shirts for about 10 cents an hour.
She, like so many of the women I see at A to Z, worked hard every day, understood what suffering was, had a deep faith in God, loved her children and would never have accepted a handout.
But because she had the opportunity of the marketplace, and she lived in a society that provided the safety of having access to affordable health and education, her children and their children were able to live lives of real purpose and follow real dreams.
I look around at my siblings and my cousins -- and as I said, there are a lot of us -- and I see teachers and musicians, hedge fund managers, designers.
One sister who makes other people's wishes come true.
And my wish, when I see those women, I meet those farmers, and I think about all the people across this continent who are working hard every day, is that they have that sense of opportunity and possibility, and that they also can believe and get access to services, It shouldn't be that difficult.
to essentially refuse trite assumptions, get out of our ideological boxes.
It takes investing in those entrepreneurs that are committed to service as well as to success.
It takes opening your arms, both, wide, and expecting very little love in return, but demanding accountability, and bringing the accountability to the table as well.
And most of all, most of all, it requires that all of us have the courage and the patience, whether we are rich or poor, African or non-African, local or diaspora, left or right, to really start listening to each other.
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Apparently, the most efficient way to change the color of phosphorescence would be to imagine it while performing a specific action, and similar to the strengthening of the body, the more he became accustomed to it, the more efficient it would become.
Therefore, he continued his training while aware of what a bizarre sight of a pumpkin dancing around while emitting strange noises from the side looked like.
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He consequently succeeded in producing blue-greenish phosphorescence this time.
But the amount is very small, just like the yellowish-green. Well, since this is my first time, I guess it canât be helped.
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After that, he tried to determine if other colors could be produced, and succeeded in making four different shades of green: yellowish-green, blue-green, light green, and dark green.
They are all greenish colors, huh?
No, if it were only for a moment, he could have produced colors a little more distant from green, limited to colors other than those in the red spectrum. However, perhaps due to a lack of training, the colors dissipated in an instant, and the quantity was even less than the four colors mentioned above.
This must be it. There is a color chart, right? I think there is a law that says that the color next to the original color can produce light with lights, but the color next to it can only produce light with or or more lights.
Thatâs why red light, which is the exact opposite of green, canât be produced in the first place because the absolute amount of light is too small, or something like that.
... Oh yes, the final conclusion is still the four words: a lack of training.
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From that day on, color change was introduced to his training menu.
Basically, if he didnât have a body that could survive on water and light, he would undoubtedly be dead.
Unless there was some change of pace, even his psyche itself would turn into a plant.
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His target was a lake that he thought to be a sacred place that he had looked at before.
Since the total amount of phosphorescence overflowing from the tree was weaker here, he decided that if something were to happen to him, he might have a better chance of escaping.
Also, he calculated that drinking water from a lake that was brimming with phosphorescence might lead to an increase in his power.
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He took off from the base, clutching a pouch made from a boarâs stomach, and soared swiftly over the trees towards the lake.
After all this time, the principle of being able to fly in the sky was still a mystery to him. He wondered how he could fly without any feathers, wings, or even a propeller.
Well, itâs useful, so I may investigate to refine it in the future.
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When the lake came into view after a period of flying, he slowed down and approached it from the ground, lurking in the shade of a tree to observe the lake first.
The lake, as expected, appeared to be connected to multiple streams, and the plants surrounding the lake seemed to be more vibrant than those elsewhere, possibly because they were receiving water from the streams.
Well, itâs autumn now, so many of the leaves are beginning to fall off the trees.
Oh, and I havenât had an opportunity to disclose this, but my ability to discern phosphorescence has been enhanced a bit since I started practicing color change. To be more exact, I am now able to distinguish colors more precisely than before, and the threshold for the amount of light needed to detect it has been lowered.
It was now feasible for him to distinguish between different species of animals and plants based on the color of the phosphorescence they generate, which was extremely useful in a variety of ways.
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After passing through the forest to a position where he could directly see the lake, he viewed the lake with his enhanced eyes and found that while the trees were almost completely monochromatic, the lake was mainly blue, but with a variety of colors mixed in.
This is likely the fish and aquatic plants that inhabit the lake, but as the saying goes, many a little makes a mickle.
âBut after all, it seems that the master of this place is here.â
Nonetheless, there were territorial conflicts, as one might expect in such a vast and fertile area, and the light leaking from the lake varied in shade and intensity from place to place, with certain areas having a light that could only be characterized as overpowering in comparison to its surroundings.
Perhaps the owner of this lake was the one who was producing that overwhelming light.
Unless, of course, they have reinforced the light so that it wouldnât leak outside at any time, like how he did.
âWell, there doesnât appear to be any immediate hazard in terms of light or vision, so Iâll endeavor to approach a bit closer.â
After looking around to make sure it was safe, he moved closer to about three meters away from the shore of the lake.
He then reached out with a pouch and scooped up a bag of water from the lake before fleeing into the forest.
For a second there was movement in the light that he thought was coming from the master, which freaked him out, but it was probably nothing to worry about.
If it was emitting that much light, surely it couldnât have been big enough to climb out of the lake through the stream.
âPhew. Now, the most important thing is the water.â
When he put one of the roots into the bag, which was emitting a lot of blue phosphorescent light, he sucked it up.
â!!?â
The first sensation was a strong taste that caused him to wonder if it wasnât water that he had been drinking.
This was followed by a feeling of energy throughout the body, a complex taste from the mixture of various nutrients, and finally, a clean aftertaste despite the fact that it had so much flavor.
To put it concisely...
Itâs delicious.
Thatâs the only word I can think of to describe it.
Ah... I want to drink this every day no matter what it takes. My time schedule is already packed, but I might as well add a daily round trip to the lake to my training.
âNo, I think youâre too moved by a little bit of water.â
âWhat the heck! Given my inability to eat regular meals, this is what makes my life worth living!â
Someone spoke to him from behind while he was engrossed in his delight, exhibiting a hint of wrath as he turned around.
âHuh!?â
âOh, you can fly.â
As soon as he caught sight of the other figure, he realized that his back had been seized without him realizing it, and he leaped up into the air and assumed a fighting stance.
Although it was true that he had been so moved by the lake water that he had been somewhat distracted, he still managed to keep an eye out for any other creatures approaching by spreading vines around the perimeter as a warning net.
âWho are you?â
But this fellow... a creature that resembles water compressed and immobilized into the shape of a human being, slipped effortlessly past my vigilance netting.
That was enough to convince him that he needed to be extra cautious.
And with a laugh, the creature added, âHavenât you ever heard of the saying, âWhen you ask someone for their name, you have to introduce yourself firstâ?â | {
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A pile of boxes was pulverized into dust with just that one swing. They were broken into tiny fragments, and rained down on Cortina and Mateus like snow.
âWhat justâhappened!?â
Mateus had lost his words at this unexpected destruction. That said, he immediately leaped back to secure his safety, which was proof of his skill.
As the wood chips rained down, one man appeared from the other side. That man was someone Mateus had been the most vigilant of.
ââLyell!? Why is he here!â
âWell, I broke through the window so flashily. The staff should have gone there to check it. And they would also discover the letter that I left behind. I asked them to call Lyell.â
âThatâs so uncertain... What made you think they would do as you asked?â
âI decided that that inn was âreliableâ exactly because I knew that they would do it. Not to mention, if they let me die despite finding my note, it would lead to trust problems for them. If you think a bit, youâd realize that it would be better to do as it said.â
âThat still doesnât explain how he found the place I lured you to...â
âAh, right. Thatâs why I kept firing signaling magic. From below to above, you see?â
Hearing Cortinaâs playful words, Mateus moved his gaze overheadâtowards the sky. There, he saw a tiny Light spell shining high in the air.
âYou mixed Light spell among the offensive magic that you were firing at me?â
âI never said everything I was firing was
As Cortina rolled on the ground, the spells she fired were mostly directed upwards. Among them, she mixed in a Light spell that could be used in place of a signal flare.
And Lyell rushed over as he followed that mark.
âThe reason I was so chatty with you was to gain time. Thank you for playing along without suspecting anything.â
âSĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛, I wondered why were you so composed...â
ââSo, I take it you are Mateus?â
As Mateus was feeling humiliated for falling for Cortinaâs tricks, Lyell addressed him for the first time. He was normally a sociable person, but this time, he was talking with a threatening tone. The intimidating air... no, pure dread that he was releasing made Mateus take a step back.
âAgh, sĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛. I would like to make my escape now, you know?â
âThink I would let you?â
The moment he showed his back would be the moment he would be cut down. Mateus could vividly picture that scene in his mind.
He could not show his back against this opponent. That only left him one choice â to move forward. However, his legs were frozen in place from fear.
âSorry but Iâm going to exterminate any undesirable bugs lurking near my daughter.â
â...Iâm in deep sĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛, huh?â
The cold sweat ticking down his spine made the difference between their skills plainly obvious. With Lyellâs arrival, Cortina heaved a big sigh.
âLyell, my legâs injured so I canât support you. Sorry but deal with him alone.â
âUnderstood. Relax and just watch from there.â
With those words, he raised his dangling sword and directed it towards Mateus. Just that action was enough to have all his hair stand on ends. Even so, he forced his legs to move and step forward. It was because he judged that that was his only way of survival.
He forced himself forward by pure willpower and swung his sword together with a roar. That swing carried all the power that he could muster.
âUuoooooohhhh!â
He raised a war cry that he only rarely showed, and attacked Lyell with everything he had. Lyell, however, brushed his sword aside as easily as swatting a fly.
Mateus who was the one attacking was pulled along by the momentum of his repelled sword, bending backward greatly. It was a blow even stronger than the one-handed strike of Mateus whose heaviness he so prided.
Thus, he used his other sword to follow-up on his previous attack. But again, Lyell stopped even this attack, and this time, with his right arm of all things.
âWha-!?â
Mateus was confident that he could easily chop off a human arm. However, the feeling that was transmitted from his sword made him feel as if he tried to slice steel instead of an arm.
No, that was not quite right. Unlike steel, it has some elasticity. Yet the blade failed to slice it.
It managed to cut his skin, but not his flesh.
His injury only resulted in a faint, almost insignificant streak of blood. That was the entire damage that Mateusâ full-powered attack managed to deal.
âYou...Monster!â
His muscles of overwhelming density stopped his blow. This was proof for Mateus that Lyell was someone outside of common sense. Just what kind of training, what kind of battles one had to experience to gain a body like this?
âLyell, we need to get Kleinâs whereabouts out of him, so donât kill him.â
He answered curtly, and this time, it was his sword that moved. Mateus crossed his swords and received that attack.
However, even his two hands could not stop his attack completely, and he was flung several meters backward through the alley.
One sword got broken, another got terribly dented. But thanks to them, Mateus managed to hold on to his life.
After rolling on the ground, he raised his face. The fact that he got blown away also meant that the distance between the two had widened now. Mateus wasnât about to let this chance to escape go, thus he stood up and turned around to flee.
However, the next instant, his shoulder was grasped by a strong hand. As he fearfully looked behind, he found Lyell, who had covered such a big distance in one step.
âAre you kidding me!?â
This was the first time when Mateus had lost all his composure during a battle, raising a scream. A moment later, Lyell swung his arm greatly. Naturally, the same arm that was holding Mateusâ shoulder.
Mateus was flung away like a pebble, crashing into a wall.
âGahh!â
Yet he still did not let go of his swords, proving that he was an experienced assassin. However, his face was dyed in despair the following instant.
âH-Hey...â
As Mateus lay there against the wall, Lyell went and grabbed his leg. And once again, he easily swung his arm. Mateusâ body floated in the air like a doll played by a child.
And then, he was slammed down into the ground, and this time, he ended up letting go of his swords, all while vomiting blood.
It took his all just to protect his head during the crash, and he could even hear his chest creaking from the shock.
Lyell once again raised his body up.
And slammed him to the ground once again, and again. Each time, Mateus vomited blood as some of his bones broke. The leg Lyell was holding him with had long since broken and was now dangling in the impossible direction.
And yet, Mateus stayed conscious through all that. Nay, the wave of sharp pain spreading through his body did not allow him to lose consciousness.
Then, finally, Lyell slammed his body back to the wall, and his rampage had come to an end.
However, Mateus no longer had a way to counter attack. Alas, he could not even escape.
His legs were broken, his ribs were broken, even his shoulders were broken. At this point, it was easier to count the parts that were still intact.
As Mateus was leaning on the wall, Lyell made a fist and aimed it at him. Being all broken and no way to avoid it, Mateus could only respond with an empty laugh.
âHa-Haha... What can I do against... A monster like this?â
âThis is revenge for my daughter. Prepare yourself.â
âHey, Nicole isnât dead!â
â...Daughter?â
Hearing that, Lyell connected all the dots. Nicole had a fighting strength far beyond a girl her age. If her father was Lyell, then her mother would be Maria.
Her parents were the Dragonslayer Six Heroes. The two Heroesâ blood was condensed in her. It was natural that he had such a close fight against her.
âOf course... She would be so strong.â
And Lyell was the successor of the Holy Sword, the strongest among the Six Heroes in personal fights.
Even his utmost was only enough to cut his skin, and after that, he was thrown around like a toy.
The difference in skill was overwhelming. It would be laughable to even compare them. Perhaps it would have been better to admit defeat and beg for mercy the moment Lyell appeared.
He had not tasted such overwhelming defeat ever since losing to the head of the Jend Sect. He intentionally approached the Jend Sect, planning to defeat its head.
However, all of that was irrelevant. The strong always appeared suddenly, rampaged like a storm, and then left after trampling down on everything.
Just like this man before his eyes. Just like the Master of the Jend Sect once did.
Filled with hopelessness, Mateus closed his eyes. For resistance was futile against opponents like these. His expression told that he had accepted his fate.
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It has been three years since. I had grown even taller and was about cm tall now. As for my body figure, while it didnât approach Mariaâs, it had still turned feminine enough that I could hold my head high anywhere I went.
As a result, my figure and beauty made people fall for me at first sight one after another. I ended up having to deal with at least three cases a day. Finia hadnât really changed appearance-wise, but she still became a bit plumper and started to exhibit womanly charms. However, she was being confessed to just as much ever since we came to this city, so nothing had changed for her in that regard.
As for Michelle, her body had developed to the point she could be called mini Maria, and coupled with her simplistic nature, she had even gained some maniac fans. I was even starting to worry whether she would get deceived or kidnapped someday.
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âYes, itâs troublesome to get called out day after day.â
âMy life rhythm hasnât changed much, though?â
We gave gloomy sighs at Gadiusâ inn, âGreatshieldâs Protection.â
Given that love was involved, we couldnât get violent over it, so we were having a tough time rejecting them every day. And there was one dumbass who joined in on our convo with a carefree expression.
âHear me out too. I got confessed twice this week.â
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âWhy not just go get married and retire?â
âNo way, I wanna adventure more.â
Needless to say, it was Cloud.
Michelle and I had turned , while Cloud .
He had fair skin and a slender body that was a characteristic of half-demons, and he had gained a sculpture-like figure with forged muscles. He was tall too, of about 80 centimeters, making him stand out even from afar. He was certainly not on the taller side as far as Adventurers went, but his body balance was perfect. It was even fanning my jealousy. I used to be shorter than him in my previous life, and didnât have as much muscle.
âHandsome guys should die. They get no mercy.â
âWhyy?! Michelle, say something, will you?â
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Michelle looked charming even from the same-sex perspective as she puffed her cheeks in displeasure while sprawled on the table at Cloudâs appeal. Her body that was in imbalance with her pure expression was giving off even more seducing charm.
âStill, itâs really hard to move freely when weâre in the center of attention like this.â
âIt feels like we are being observed wherever we go.â
âAnd their gazes are constantly on my chest.â
The way âthatâ swayed as she walked was a brutal weapon that attracted the eyes of men regardless of their will. I could understand the feelings of men at least in this aspect. I was still a guy on the inside... so far.
âItâs good that we have gotten adapted to the city, but standing out this much is a problem too.â
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It has been three years since we left Raum. The âresidual heatâ that Maxwell mentioned should have died down by now. The problem was that we didnât know what was going on there.
I showed my face once a month at Cortinaâs house, so I had a certain grasp on the situation. Lichtenberg, who was the ringleader of the corrupt nobles was silenced by me, but that didnât mean that his entire faction fell with him. There was even a war among nobles spurred by lust for power to succeed him. Maxwell moved about to bring that strife to a close, but the results werenât very favorable.
âMaybe itâll take a bit longer.â
This concerned Michelleâs safety. No, not just her. Even her family was at risk. We had to act carefully or next time I may not make it in time to save them. As I was thinking so conservatively, Michelle responded in dejection.
âSo itâs not good, huh...â
Thinking about it, I was showing my face there once a month, but Michelle had only been exchanging letters. It was natural that she would yearn for her family after three whole years of separation.
âHmm, well I have to ask Maxwell for the details first... Why not just call your parents over instead?â
She responded unusually evasively. Her family had already moved from the north to Raum. Changing houses over and over wasnât only problematic financially but mentally too. She was worried about making them move houses again after settling in Raum for eight years.
âI donât feel good about making them move due to my own circumstances.â
âI see. At any rate, Iâll check how things are the next time I go there.â
âPlease do.â
âAlso check how the orphanage is doing please.â
âI wouldnât hear your request normally, but Iâm also worried about the orphanage so I will.â
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Cloudâs attitude rubbed me wrong so I went and rubbed his temples with firsts. I knew this kind of familiar behaviour was becoming the source of people misunderstanding our relationship, but I just couldnât stop. | {
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âPlease take me with you.â
âNo.â
Goran said immediately.
âI can fight too. I may be new as an Adventurer, but Iâve trained for a long time.â
âYou may have trained a lot, but you are still not strong enough for this occasion.â
âBut...â
âEric and Ruck are kind, and so they will not tell you. And so it is up to me as your father.â
Goran looked Serulis in the eyes.
âThe truth is that you would get in our way. We are going to go and kill a Vampire High Lord. We wonât be able to protect you at the same time.â
â...I...under...stand...â
With her own father saying this much, Serulis had no choice but to back off.
She looked down in frustration and clenched her fists.
âSerulis. You will just have to gain experience a little at a time. Letâs go as a party next time.â
âThank you.â
Eric also added kindly,
âI know that you are training hard. Would you please help guard my daughters?â
âYes.â
âMy wife has only just gotten better from her illness...and so Iâm a little worried.â
Refi was the former healer of our old party.
She was one of the best healers in the kingdom and also strong in battle. Her use of the staff was a sight to behold.
âYes. I will protect them with all of my power.â
Goran patted Serulis on the head.
âSerulis. Weâre counting on you.â
âAlright, daddy.â
And then I took Gerberga from Luchila.
Luchila would stay in the palace as well.
He was a brilliant illusionist.
But it would be hard to make much use of that ability in a fight against a Vampire High Lord.
âCluck.â
âLord Gerberga. Please stay with me for a short while.â
âCluck!â
Luchila petted Gerberga gently.
âIt seems that Lord Gerberga is happy to be able to move with the Hero Ruck.â
I turned to Serulis.
âSerulis, please look after Luchila as well.â
âLeave it to me.â
Serulis seemed to have found her footing again. Her eyes looked motivated.
After that, we made preparations and took a short rest.
Gerberga slept with me in my bed. He looked very comfortable.
Gerberga was soft and warm.
And then we got up three hours later.
I altered a chest protector to hold Gerberga inside.
âLord Gerberga, it may be cramped in there, but please bear it for a short while.â
And then we left the palace.
There was no time to lose. The High Lord would hear news of the th Officerâs death immediately.
I wanted to attack them before they had a chance to make any plans.
As we traveled on horseback, Eric asked Goran,
âDid you contact the chiefs of the beastkin tribes?â
âAye. I did yesterday. Though, it ended up being more of a one-sided notification. Shia. Iâm sorry about that.â
They had only told the beastkin that they would be attacking this morning.
This was because they did not have time to gather together and plan.
These beastkin wolves were separated into different tribes. It was hard enough to make contact with all of them.
âNo, they have attacked the royal palace. The Mendilibar royal family are concerned in this affair. We would not consider this as robbing us of our prey.â
Mendilibar was the name of the royal family and Ericâs family name.
âSo they will not be angry?â
âI am sure some of them will complain, but they should understand why the royal family must rush to the attack as well.â
âI hope that is the case...â
Eric was worried. As the king, there were many things to consider in his position.
âEric. Once this is done, you can resolve this in a kingly way.â âHm? What are you suggesting?â
âLike offering commendations and positions.â
Just like I had been made Grand Duke and given some unnecessarily long titles.
Of course, he would not be able to easily pass out the title of Grand Duke, but knighthoods should not be a problem.
âI see. I will have to think about that.â
Eric said with a serious expression.
The Vampire High Lordâs base was a dayâs travel to the north of the capital.
That was about hours by horse.
We changed horses a few times as we rode, and arrived shortly after sunrise.
It was a mountainous area covered in rocks and a few trees.
âSo it is somewhere in this area?â
âThis place seems a little large to search? It will take too long to search every corner.â
âWhat should we do? We cannot allow them to escape.â
As we stood there talking, a single beastkin wolf came running towards us.
It was a large man who appeared to be in his fifties.
He glanced at Shia before turning to Eric with a bow.
âWe have been waiting for you, Your Majesty.â
âWho are you?â
The man was the chief of one of the tribes. He then began his report to Eric.
The beastkin tribes had all worked together in order to search for the location of the enemy base.
âHave you suffered any casualties?â
âOur casualties are not light. However, we had no choice but to search for it before it was too late.â
âThat is commendable.â
Eric said, and the chief gave a deep bow before continuing.
âMany of our friends have died. But not as many as the vampires. However, the truth is that we are not strong enough to break them.â
âWe will kill this High Lord for you. Can we leave the other Lords to you?â
âOf course. On the honor of our tribes.â
âIt is a great honor for us to be able to fight alongside Your Majesty.â
Eric asked him about the beastkin numbers and quickly put together a strategy.
Timing was the most important.
At the same time as we attacked the High Lordâs base, the beastkin would attack the Lordsâ bases.
There were several bases in the area where the Lordâs were shut in. And we could not let any of them escape.
Eric and the chief finished their war council.
âWell then, do as we discussed.â
And then the chief turned to Shia.
âThis is an opportunity for His Majesty to witness the bravery of our tribes. I hope that you fight gallantly in the name of your tribe and your father.â
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Sei could only brace himself and wait to see Ruphasâs reaction.
While waiting for the next time Ruphas opened her mouth, he tried to maintain his mind to remain calm in anticipation for whatever surprises the next few words may entail.
Nevertheless, contrary to Sei fortifying his mind as if he was a soldier walking towards certain death, Ruphasâs answer was extremely trivial and off-putting.
âNothing in particular.â
âN, nothing? You mean to say thereâs no reason?â
âThatâs right. To begin with, we only came to this country to test my subordinateâs abilities. Now that itâs done, I have no intention of proactively doing anything to this country.â
In response to that reply by Ruphas, Sei tried to ponder on it without showing anything on his face.
In all likelihood, she was not saying a lie. However, it did not seem like she was saying everything.
That was because if everything was actually done, there would have been no more reason for her to remain in this country.
Since she was still remaining in this country now that the hunting festival had concluded, it meant there was a corresponding reason.
Nevertheless, he believed that reason did not involve doing anything to this country.
âAnyways, you lot, how long do you plan to stay in those appearances? Those forms intimidate others even if youâre not doing anything. Hurry up and turn back to your human forms.â
When Ruphas called out to those behind her, all of the giant beasts on standby all vanished at once.
In their places were a white-haired gentleman, a lady with a large amount of exposed skin, and a young man with red clothing.
Sei recalled those appearances.
Thatâs right, there was no mistaking it... It was the group of eccentric people who were in the line together with Virgo two days ago.
Which meant, the individual that was referred to would be Virgo when Ruphas earlier said: âto test my subordinateâs abilities.â
(No wonder she was overly strong...)
Sei was not surprised by this fact. If anything, he even felt happy to finally figure out why.
An individual who was not a Hero or a Supreme Ruler and yet was able to rival Friedrich and possessed the ability to erase mana itself.
Ahh, no wonder. Of course, there was no way she was just an average person.
However, if that individual was a subordinate of Ruphas Mafahl, he could accept it.
After all, she was someone who was able to raise the level of others easily.
(..... It wasnât as if I was.... being deceived.)
Just for a moment, Sei felt like Virgo was deceiving them, however, he immediately rejected that thought himself.
At the very least, Virgo herself was extremely pure and a good girl.
There was no mistaking that. And even if that was all an act, it only meant that he didnât have the eyes to judge other people properly.
He admitted that he was not highly intelligent. As such, he decided to believe in his instincts.
After personally interacting, speaking, and fighting together, he decided to believe in her.
Then, as a result of choosing to believe in Virgo, another option became available for Sei to take. A brand new path opened up right in front of Sei for him to tread upon.
â... Right now, at the bottom of that mountain is a girl called Virgo who was fighting together with us. She stayed behind and is currently in a battle against one of the Luminaries. She is... your subordinate, right?â
âI see, you were also one of the high-ranked participants from the hunting festival. ... Libra.â
âYes, there is no mistake. I have indeed found Virgoâs biological response from the direction of the mountain.â
After hearing about Virgo, Ruphas immediately turned to speak to the attendant who was standing by on the side.
When she did so, the attendant reacted as if she had been waiting to be asked and replied back with the confirmation of information even before her master had given the order.
Sei could only shudder at the fact that she was able to detect a person even from this distance.
âS â so, honestly, I personally believe that it is pitiful to let her fight alone. But... as a practical problem, our party consists of no one but members who rely on physical attacks. However much we will it, there is not much that we can do and... Although I realise itâs quite shameful... like this, all we could do was try and find someone who seemed capable in order to ask for their help.â
â.....â
âSo, would you fight together with us?â
â Now, how would she react!?
Sei awaited Ruphasâs next few words as his palms were drenched with sweat.
Although the way he asked was bad, Seiâs aim was to establish a cooperative relationship through fighting together for Virgoâs sake.
No, to call it âfighting togetherâ was way more than a little presumptuous. After all, there was just simply too much difference in power.
Nevertheless, his instinct told him whether he could directly establish a cordial relationship here or not would determine what would happen in the future.
Additionally, the chance of that succeeding was not low by any means. If Ruphas was really not a bad person as Megrez had taught Sei, she would at least be magnanimous enough to decide to help one of her subordinates.
Putting it the other way around, if she was someone that would abandon Virgo here, Sei would have to fundamentally change the way he thought about things.
He wondered if the response from Ruphas would be what he had been hoping for.
âYeah, that is fine.â
âRe, really!?â
Looking at Ruphas who was saying that with a delightful smile, Seiâs expression brightened.
Seriously. Sheâs much more of a reasonable person than what Iâve been hearing.
The legends may have been wildly exaggerated, maybe sheâs not such a scary person after all.
Just as he was feeling reassured, from behind Ruphas came rushing a torrent of water as if it was trying to swallow everything in its path.
It seemed it had already reached this point as they were talking.
In the heat of the moment, Sei almost tried to shout, âItâs dangerous!â
However, that did not occur, and above all, even before he could shout out loud, Ruphas had already moved into action.
She grabbed the nape of a young girl with blue hair and evacuated her from the line of fire.
And without a moment of delay, as if she was sweeping away a fly, she thrust her palm forward.
Surprisingly, when she did so, the torrent of water which had already came rushing right in front of them dispersed away. Additionally, due to the pressure from the fist, the torrent was blown far away.
â!? !!?â
â Water, which was supposed to have been invulnerable to physical attacks, was blown away!?
Physics, natural law, and everything else was all irrelevant. Overwhelming power and level itself became the law.
As if such an unreasonable thing was being stated, Seiâs mouth dropped wide open and he thought for a moment.
I take back what I just said. Ruphas is definitely a scary person.
Due to an unexpected prompt by the Hero for collaboration, my mood skyrocketed.
With this eel-ated feeling, I even felt like I could make a broiled eel on rice out of it.
Of course, something like that was definitely not possible, but what I was trying to say was that I was feeling the highest peak of happiness from this thrill.
But yeah, in all honesty, one of the problems I had been facing was how to establish a relationship with the Hero.
If I had badly chosen to be hostile, there were more than enough chances for the full-power one-sided fighting from two hundred years ago to occur all over again.
Although he was not currently an enemy I would lose against, he was still a Hero, after all. If the Goddess interfered and played her hand, I did not know what kind of a monster he would turn into.
You know, like the scenario you might see in the stories. Originally, it was a battle that he could not win due to the sheer difference in abilities. Then, the hero suddenly became unreasonably strong for various reasons like being angry over the death of his companion or awakening a random sealed power, then overwhelming the last boss in a single moment.
Of course, those things only happened in stories. It was different from reality.
Therefore, what I was thinking of was blurring the line between reality and fantasy.
But... unfortunately for me, this world was the Goddessâs story.
Furthermore, I believed she was someone that liked mainstream developments. Worse yet, to achieve that mainstream development, she was someone who would ignore plot holes and inconsistencies that might occur as a result.
That was why, in this world that she created, the laws of physics were not doing their jobs at all. It was very much possible that the rate of acceleration downwards would change based on the weight of the armour equipped. It was very much possible that equipping claws on both hands would double the amount of power one had.
In other words, if I were to underestimate the Hero carelessly, the Goddess could come in and interfere and it would not be strange for him to have surpassed me by the time I noticed.
With all that taken into consideration, a collaboration with the Hero was a great development that I gladly welcomed.
Having said all that, I had hidden the matter about Sagittarius.
If I carelessly blabbered and resulted in them saying, âLetâs just defeat Sagittarius in case,â it would be troublesome for us.
âOh, by the way, Ruphas-sama, there seems to be a group of people thatâs been staring at Ruphas-sama from over there.â
âAhh, them?â
âYes. And it seems we are acquainted with several of those faces.â
After being prompted by Dina, I had a careful look at the people who mostly comprised the Heroâs party.
Although I was not acquainted with the tiger and the gorilla beastkin, I remembered previously meeting the rest of the people.
The bald man was definitely Gants whom I met at Svalinn and the adventurer on the side was called Jean if I recalled correctly.
Because the other three had weak presences, I could not remember them properly, but I could at least recall they were part of the warrior-only party which had an unbalanced party composition.
And the person who had already fainted whilst spewing foam out of his mouth was the handsome elf nii-san who had taught me many different things when I was first summoned to this world.
If itâs something like this, I might just be able to casually talk with them.
Thinking in that way, I decided to first approach them.
When I tried to do so, the tiger beastkin immediately fled and hid behind a tree and Jean and his crew raised their guard.
Gants seemed to be the only one who did not raise his guard.
Well, Iâm thankful that thereâs at least one acting in this way.
âItâs been a while, Gants. Iâm glad to see that youâre healthy above all else.â
â...... Ahh, you too. Saphur... no, Ruphas Mafahl.â
Unexpectedly, Grats did not seem to be that surprised.
If anything, he seemed to be content after confirming his suspicions.
âThat reaction, could it be that you had already noticed?â
âWell, somewhat. To be able to blow Aries away with a punch...The possibilities would be limited to someone like the Heroes or the Demon King. So when that happened, even an idiot like me knew you werenât some random person. Oh, by the way, since you were using an alias, does Dina-chan also have some other name?â
âNo, mine is my real name.â
Dina replied to Gantsâs question, however, I wondered if it really was her real name or not...
No, it was not the time to be questioning her identity.
In any event, it was a joyful miscalculation that Gants happened to be at this place.
Since he was here, we could probably progress the conversation more easily.
And... hmm... I suppose we also no longer required memory manipulation on Jean and his party.
I took a glance at Jean, who was looking at me and trying to figure out something, then signalled at Dina with my eyes.
When I did so, Dina nodded and snapped her fingers.
âTsk! Thatâs right. I remember now! The travelling merchants Saphur-san and Dina-san! And, Libra of the Heavenly Stars! Wh, why did we believe until now that we were the ones who had conquered the Tomb ourselves?â
It seemed Jeanâs crew were suffering from slight confusion after suddenly regaining all the memories they had lost until now.
Though, from their perspectives, they had forgotten about a very important matter until this point, thus they would have been feeling strange about themselves.
For now, during the time until they recovered from their confusion, I decided to wake up the elf nii-san.
Recovery techniques were not my specialty, however, it was not as if I could not use them at all.
Anyways... If I consider his fainted state to be a status defect induced by [Sleep], I could do something about it just by dispelling a debuff.
Originally the sleep debuff would be dispelled when the individual received an attack from the enemy, therefore it would have been possible to wake him up just by tapping him lightly. However, in this case, since he had fainted, he probably would not wake up even if we hit him.
When I cast the spell, the elf nii-san woke up and dropped his jaw with a face that screamed his surprise as he looked at me.
âRu, Ruru, Ruphas Mafaahhlllllll!!?â
When he saw me, the elf-san deployed a hemispherical shield which covered himself whilst sitting down.
Oi, that reaction really hurts you know.
But... this is such a thin shield, is that even fine?
It looked somewhat like he had put up a super thin piece of glass around himself.
As I was slightly worried for him about the strength of the shield, I tried knocking softly to check.
When I did, the shield gave off a sound and shattered, causing the elf to become stunned.
Oi, so fragile, so fragile. It was just like the barriers that easily broke from Showa-era anime.
âCalm down. I have no intention of doing anything to you, and even if I did, a thin shield like that would be meaningless in helping you.â
It was not as if I was trying to scare him, but I honestly questioned the usefulness of a shield which would break from a soft knock.
With that, it couldnât even be called a shield, it was just a seal.
It looked like its only use would be to stick it randomly somewhere.
âTh, then what exactly....â
âFor a detailed explanation, you should hear it from that brave boy or Dina. But speaking just the conclusion, weâve decided to collaborate with you. Well, it would probably just be for the duration of us staying in this country, but... I look forward to working with you.â
Whilst saying that, I smiled towards the Heroâs party.
When I did, their faces showed an expression as if they had turned stupid and then looked towards Sei.
Such a hassle. Although it was not that surprising if you consider my notoriety, the only ones who interacted normally with me was the Hero, Gants and....... the puppy which was swinging its tail around with a tongue sticking out at the foot of the Hero.
If one were to talk about the tiger beastkin, heâs even gone further back than before.
As I was patting the head of the puppy, I thought about what was to come in the future that I had just put myself into and sighed a little. | {
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A relatively calm person tried to create a sphere of light while giving out instructions to others to secure their vision. However, the sound of a scream and something falling down happened right afterwards. At the same time, the confused aristocrats all begin screaming one after another.
The place soon sanked into confusion once again. Especially, the mademoiselles who completely fell into panic and began running around blindly, the sounds of collisions and people falling resounded out rapidly from various places.
âCalm down! Can you bastards still call yourselves soldierâs of the Empire!â
Gaharudoâs voice filled with ambition resounded throughout the hall in the darkness. With the loud scolding voice, the aristocrats who started falling into panic and screaming due to the darkness stopped.
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Countless arrows came flying towards Gaharudo from the darkness.
With short notice, a surprise attack of arrows which held amazing speed and power attacked Gaharudo from all directions. Moreover, it was pulled off with exquisite timing, being bombarded with arrows which were incredibly accurate was definitely a bad position to be in, with so much flying towards him Gaharudo had no choice but be pushed into a one-sided defensive battle. He couldnât afford to give out instructions to recover the situation anymore.
Still in the pitch black darkness, while fending the blows with the ceremonial sword, he could only grasp where the arrows were coming from due to the noise of them cutting through the air. The noise surrounding Gaharudo began raising out roars. Gin! Gin! Gin! The sound of metal colliding resounded out.
The sounds of peoples screams resounded one after the other while collapsing, due to Gaharudoâs scolding, people who regained their calm created fireballs to act as a light.
They called out to the guards loudly while looking around their surroundings with a fierce expression.
Something like a black shadow zinged by in the edge of their sights! It traveled quickly as if slicing through the wind.
Immediately the aristocrat man tried to shoot a fireball towards the shadow.
However, the shadow that dashed out from the darkness dressed in black (+Usamimis) immediately pulled out a small black sword which completely blended in with the darkness, as if it was a joke, a head was mown down instantly.
~Pon~ the head flew through the air and rolled around on the ground with the vivid sounds. The head had a blank face, it seems he didnât notice that he was no longer connected with his body.
Before anyone noticed, all fireballs which were illuminating the surroundings had disappeared and the only color left was the darkness.
The aristocrats and mademoiselles gathered towards the people who created fireballs like moths being provoked by the light, they managed to catch a glimpse of the shadowâs Usamimis immediately before the fireball was extinguished, then the spectacle of the persons head flying through the air was witnessed immediately afterwards. Then once again, their waists gave out against the assailant who disappeared under the cover of the darkness.
âHi~, m, monster~!â
âI, I donât want to die~, someone, anyone!â
Most of the people unable to stand up were the mademoiselle and civil officers, quite a few of the military officers as well too. Their minds couldnât endure the darkness which was equivalent to the death godâs sickle and the assailantâs existence which appeared right in front of their eyes.
As such, without exception, without being able to do anything, and while doing nothing, the tendons in their hands and feet were cut by the person dressed in black soundlessly, they fell laying on the ground writhing in pain.
Although there were those pathetically miserable people, as a military nation which adheres to the principles that abilities reigned supreme, some couldnât permit themselves to continue wailing away in confusion forever. Veterans who survived countless battles, although they didnât have a sword like Gaharudo, relied on their daggers which they kept in their breast pocket for self defense, they united with their companions and began creating a battle formation.
while back to back with one another, the magicians were placed in the center. It was splendid cooperation.
The people who were relatively nearby to Gaharudo immediately created a battle formation to defend his back. The range that Gaharudo had to consider was immediately decreased by half, now the attacks were no longer a problem. Gaharudo began chanting while knocking down dozens of arrows to the side.
A bit less than fireballs were produced in an instant and shot out at surprising speeds. They spread out throughout the hall and began to brighten up the darkness.
Begin the counter attack! Though it was Gaharudo yelling out threateningly, immediately afterwards, a lump of metal rolled around in front of him.
âWhat? Is this......â
The man who serves as Gaharudoâs aid moved in closer to check out the objects purpose with suspicion. It wasnât only him though, others who secured their lightsource at different areas were the same.
Gaharudo had an severely unpleasant premonition, he immediately yelled out in a controlling voice
Although the aid who heard Gaharudoâs words reflectively tried to leap back but, that action was meaningless judging by the effects of the lump of metal. That was proven in the next instant.
Ka!
Kyiiiiiin!!
All of the sudden, just when you thought the lump of metal popped, intense light surged out and an immense sound indiscriminately violated the surroundings.
âWhat is!?â
The moment the light bursted out, Gaharudo shut his eyes and covered his face with his arms, he wasnât able to completely block out the surprise attack, although his eyes were shut tight he still couldnât see temporarily, he also lost his hearing due to the severe ringing in his ears as well.
And, the Hauria assailants couldnât overlook this golden opportunity.
The Hauriaâs dressed in black rushed forwards with exquisite timing and immediately came within the targets bosom while they killed off their presence. Then with one spark from the small jet black sword, a second spark emitted again.
With of their senses taken away from them, the tendons in the officers hands and feet were easily cut without any kind of resistance.
The aides screamed in pain as they fell and laid on the ground.
Immediately, their tongues were torn through by a knife. The purpose was to restrict them from chanting. Several people prostrated themselves in the same manner in various places, bleeding on the ground with the tendons in their hands and feet cut and from their mouths. People who tried to fire off big magics were mercilessly beheaded.
Meanwhile, ~Gin Gin Gin~! the sound of metal clashing resounded out. Surprising it was Gaharudo who had lost his sight and hearing, he was able to slash back at the two Haruia tribe members who killed off their presence to the utmost limit.
The two Haura members which were attacking opened their eyes wide in surprise from this demonstration.
Did he feel their unrest in that instant, taking advantage and with fighting spirit, Gaharudo generated a shock wave by using Quake Legs.
The haruia whose stance was broken instinctively let out a groan. And Gaharudo accurately sliced sideways towards the side of the people as if his eyes and ears werenât damaged at all.
âScatter and disperse! âWind Wallâ!â
The two haruia members were pushed aside by the swordâs destructive power as they were just barely able to receive the attack with their small swords, a terrific barrage of arrows were shot at Gaharudo and with the wall of wind which only took words to cast, all of the arrows trajectory was easily averted.
âShoot out! âFlame Bulletâ!â
The magic was once again duplicated. âFlame Bulletsâ were produced which were stronger than the âFire Ballsâ from before. It shot back towards the trajectory at which the arrows had originated from when in contact with the âWind Wallâ.
They shuddered from the abnormal presence of Gaharudo who shout out countless magic with power and speed. The Hauria who had hidden their presence unintentionally leaked out their presences slightly.
Gaharudoâs closed eyelids opened up slightly, although he shouldnât be able to see yet, his eyes carried the light of a dangerous wild beast. And with a grin! he turned his neck and glanced accurately at the direction where the Hauria were in the darkness. He had felt the presence that leaked out a while ago.
âOooo~o! Burst out, âFlame Bulletâ!â
While turning his back against the Flame Bullets he shot out, Gaharudo rushed straight towards the Hauria in the darkness and chanted once again. Immediately, the flame bullet in the back flew towards the ceiling of the party hall and exploded loudly with a roar.
The Hauria who were on the ceiling providing support with their crossbows, quickly withdrew to evade the flame bullet, but because the flame bullet exploded, it wasnât possible to completely dodge it due to the heat wave generated that scattered widely. At the very least, the places which were used as scaffolding were collapsing down, in the little time before they manage to reach the next sniping point, support cover has completely ceased.
âDancing wind! Carry out my will, âSound of Windâ!â
Gaharudo casted his next magic in that timeframe. Supplementary magic âSound of Windâ from the wind system. It interferes with the surrounding air and amplifies sound, itâs a magic that allows small sounds in the distance to be heard. His hearing was amplified to megavolume, with the assist of this magic heâll likely regain his hearing.
Certainly, it could be said that this was the magic version of the skill presence perception when applied. Though I say that, the accuracy decreases because theyâre being perceived through hearing only, concentration was required to make sense of whatâs heard due to that itâs an unsuitable magic to be used during the proximity of battle. This was a basic magic that scouts and secret agents used for information gathering.
âRaa~aa!!â
âTsuââ!!â
Along with the yell of fighting spirit, his slashes bent and transformed as if he were using a whip.
While raising out a voice of anguish, Gaharudo deceive his senses by overriding them to feel the presences, the Haruia managed to get through it by cooperating with each other. However, because of âSound of Windâ their presences were seen though. With each step the Hauria took, they generated a subtle sound in the wind.
With his sight deprived, although the method being used was far from proper âPresence Perceptionâ, with a torrent of blood thirst, courage and ferociousness, Gaharudo moved forwards without hesitation and entrusted his body to the information gathering magic.
This is the Emperor. This is the head of a military nation. The king of warriors who boast that power is everything!
This was what the Hauriaâs managed to feel first hand.....
However, everyone had a ghastly smile on their lips that was far from shrinking away. The eyes that pierced through the masks shone ferociously in glare, a heavy thirst for blood surged out from each and everyone of them. If they couldnât hide their presence, then theyâll just cooperate and bring him down! As if announcing that, the Haruia began to move as if they were all one creature.
âKukuku, Youâre giving off quite the good thirst for blood there! Na~a, Hauriaâs!â
The cooperation attack was on the level that wouldnât be an exaggeration to say that it exceeded the techniques based on hit and run from all directions pouring in. While fighting back against the peculiar swordsmanship, Gaharudo shouted out happily. It appears that he found out that they were the Hauria tribe long ago.
Even though they heard Gaharudoâs shout, the Haruia were silent. They only singlemindedly released their murderous intent.
âA~a? You guys wonât let out shocked voices!?â
Judging from his words, as expected, only his sense of hearing has recovered a little thanks to the magic. Towards Gaharudoâs shout, the Haruias released especially strong thirst for bloodââwhile Cam was brandishing his two short swords, he replied back while overflowing with murderous intent.
âThose are tasteless words on the battlefield. Survive if you canâ
Sparks danced in the darkness and the sword swings became much more intense like a storm.
However, the blades didnât reach either bodies. Tens of seconds, several minutes.....the people whose mouths, arms, and legs were cut in a certain places began to have anguished expressions, they prayed for their kings victory while being irritated that no one was rushing in from the outside.
At the same time, they guessed that the assailants from the shadows were Usagininzoku due to seeing as the sparks were produced by the swords, towards that impossible scene and towards the unknown, they were desperately holding in the fear they felt.
Then, at that time, their expectation was betrayed by the situation.
â~!, What the? my body.....â
Gaharudo suddenly began to stagger, his movements rapidly dulled. As if saying, âWe were waiting for this!â, the Hauria sprang from all directions.
Although Gaharudo somehow managed to resist back, it appears that Gaharudoâs oddness was assumed to happen from the beginning, an arrow shot out with exquisite timing and dug deeply into Gaharudoâs calf.
Cam wielded his small sword towards Gaharudo who was folding from his knees. While blocking Gaharudoâs sword with one short sword, the other was used to cut through the tendon in his arm, his sword finally dropped to the ground.
Although Gaharudo tried to move instantly with magic, 2 of the Haruiaâs blocked his way at that exact moment and wielded their small swords in confirmation of the battle still going on, they destroyed and blew away the magic formation and the artifact that was being concealed. At the same time, the remaining arm and legs tendons were cut.
âTsuââ-â
Severe pain was gushing out, however, Gaharudo didnât scream out, his body began to incline slowly against his will, and ~Dosha~ it was the sound of his body falling prone on the ground.
The party hall fell silent and no words were emitted. Though a few were physically unable to say anything due to their mouths being forced shut, surely, even if they could open their mouths, none of them would have been able to actually say anything.
The Emperor of the Hoelscher Empire was defeated.
Even if their view was shut by darkness, they could tell. Towards that fact, the shock was so huge it erased everything else from their minds.
One of the Haruia tribe members approached Gaharudo who was still laying on the ground. And for now, gave him medicine to recover his sight and hearing. This was done in order to negotiate about the future.
âFu~n, a monsters paralysis poisoning was scattered here so that youâd stay in placeâ
âDamn it, were you aiming for that from the beginning......â
Gaharudo was removed of all magic formations and artifacts that were inscribed onto his clothing. When Cam told him of the reason why his body was acting abnormally after restoring his sight and hearing, he cursed out at him.
Light suddenly poured down over Gaharudoâs head. It was due to one of the Hauriaâs equipment which acted as a flashlight. It shined down on Gaharudo as if it was a spotlight.
âWwwwwwww, what does this mean!? Ttttttt, this!? Nyanyanya, Nyagumo-san!? jjj, just what!!â
âItâs fine, calm down a little princess. Right now is the climax after allâ
With the tendons in the hands and feet cut, clothes torn up here and there because of the destruction of the magic formations, the appearance of Gaharudo being illuminated by the light appeared on the ground, with lots of agitation Ririanaâs mouth closed and opened while shakingly asking Hajime questions who she assumed was the reason for such an event.
During the attack, although Ririana was besides the crowned prince Bias, Hajime instantaneously retrieved her and returned to his original position. During the Hauriaâs strategy execution, Hajime and them all gathered in the corner of the hall so that they donât become obstructive.
Kouki was frowning grandly as he noticed that many aristocrats were dead. Suzu, Shizuku, and Ryutaro fell silent with a difficult expression. This was the biggest chance of improving the Demi-humans standings, because they understood this they kept silent as the battle was literally deciding the Haruiaâs fates, though they still couldnât fully accept the tragedy that unfolded in front of their presence so easily.
In the first place, there was no other choice but to just watch things happen. If they let out their emotions, âAnymore than this is overdoing it!â, theyâd be obstructing Cam, at that instant, they would be attacked in the back by a railgun.
Although Ririana was speaking loudly and shakingly in unrest, Hajime had Kouki well within view and consideration. Shizuku was thinking about what to do in the case that that does happen, in another sense, cold sweat appeared more from Hajimeâs glances at Kouki than of the Haruiaâs massacre.
âNow then, Gaharudo D. Hoelscher. Do you understand why youâre still alive right now?â
âFu~n, you have demands right? Just say them, Iâll listenâ
â......Points deducted. Gaharudo. Know where you standâ
The appearance wasnât seen but the voice of a man echoed throughout the hall. Itâs true identity was Cam.
Although Cam called out to Gaharudo who was on the ground, from Gaharudoâs insolent attitude, after several intervals, he gave out advice in a mechanical voice.
And, the advice didnât stop at just words.
Suddenly, the spotlight distanced itself from Gaharudo. There, with the tendons in their hands and legs cut just like Gaharudo, it was the appearance of a man whose tongue was torn to seal off chants. An arm extended from outside of the spotlight and was gripping onto the manâs hair and forced him to stand on his knees, in the next instant, the manâs head as if jokingly was easily cut off.
âPoints deductedâ
Gaharudo instinctively raised out an angry voice. The other survivors should have seen it perfectly from where they were at. Breathtaking screams could be heard. However, in a serene voice just like a machine was returned towards Gaharudoâs attitude.
Then, the spotlight once again moved to a different place, and that man was similarly beheaded.
âVesta! You, getting so carriâ-â
Was it an aide, the name of the man who was beheaded was called out, Although Gaharudo was cursing out, in return, the indifferent voice sounded out and another man was beheaded.
â.......â
While grinding his teeth tightly he fell silent, Gaharudoâs stared into the darkness with eyes that seemed to be able to kill a person with just a glare. Towards such a Gaharudo, Cam indifferently talked anyways.
âThatâs right, understand that your position has reached rock bottom. Judge quickly and choose your words wisely. Right now, the lives of all the people in this hall, depends on your speech and behaviorâ
Simultaneously with those words, a hand extended from outside of the spotlight and placed a necklace on Gaharudoâs neck before he was aware. It was a thin chain with a bright red jewel attached on the tip.
âThis is the âCollar of Oathâ. Gaharudo, the oath which youâll pledge to from your mouth, this artifact will be holding your life as lateral. If it triggers even once, not just you, but anyone else whoâs connected with your soul throughout your life will die. If the oath is broken, naturally, youâll dieâ
The implied meaning, all humans in the room have been secured, Cam informed him that all others have been forced to wear the same artifact. Gaharudo seemed to have understood and his expression twisted as if he was forced to chew 10,000 bitter worms and insects.
The necklace artifact called âCollar of Oathâ that Cam placed onto Gaharudoâs neck, the jewel and ore it was made out of was created through Generation Magic which infused Spirit Magic into it, according to Camâs words, it has the effect of making sure that the oath that comes out of his mouth stays carried out on a spiritual level.
Specifically, the oath that is said will be directly engraved onto their spirit, if the oath is broken or the âCollar of Oathâ is removed, their spirit itself will disappear. Moreover, it even affects the next in line souls, in other words, it affects Gaharudoâs entire clan, similarly they would all die if they donât wear the âCollar of Oathâ. In short, towards every one of the Emperorâs clan, the oath from the artifact will have to be followed throughout all generations to come. (A separate artifact is needed for people who become relatives through marriage)
âAn oath....you say?â
âThere are 4 contents to the oath. First, the emancipation of all the existing slaves, second, a definite promise of nonaggression and nonintervention with the Sea of Trees, third, prohibiting the enthrallment and persecution of Demi-humans, fourth, make all conditions legal laws. Have you understood? If you understand, say, âI swear it here on behalf of Hoelscherâ. After that itâll activateâ
âAnd if I donât?â
âThe Imperial house ends today, the necks of officers will continue flying until the empire straightens out the situation, afterwards, assassinations would be carried out repeatedly for a long time to come. Until we, the Haruia tribe is annihilated, the Empireâs safety in the night is long lost. Officers of the Empire when coming home will only find the heads of their wife and childrenâ
âDonât underestimate the Empire. Even if we die, it wonât collapse so easily. An army will definitely be led to invade and attack the Sea of Trees and this time, Fair Bergen will definitely be destroyed. You should already understand. Itâs not difficult to navigate through the fog of the Sea of Trees if a slave is used. Although combat is harder, it can easily be done through numbers, there are no problems through smashing the Sea of Trees from the edge inwards. Up until now, the reason why we havenât crushed Fair Bergen.....â
âBecause it would be impossible to harvest if you crushed the field......right?â
âSo you do understand. Right now, youâll still be in time. For example, even if you borrowed that guys power, the skills to bring down the Imperial castle in such short time, and that last battle.....as expected, losing you guys would be regrettable. If you guys donât want to be slaves then I will give you preferential treatment to be under my direct command as my personal troops?â
âOut of the question. You do not deserve our trust based on your behavior of Demi-humans thus far. Thatâs why Iâll have you pledge to the âoathââ
âThen, itâs war huh. I will definitely not pledge to the oathâ
How about it? Gaharudo was about to say until his lips distorted, Cam was as mechanical as always.
âIs that so? .....Pointâs deducted, Gaharudoâ
Once again, those words resounded out, what was picked out by the spotlight which poured down was.......
âLet go! Who do you think I am! This impudent bunny beast dares! Iâll massacre you all! Iâll kill every last one of you! One by one, Iâll torture you in front of your families until you die! Even the women, until they break I-egu~eââââ
It was crowned prince Bias.
The sounds of the crowned princeâs shout could be heard throughout the place.
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âI wonât forgive you...â
The mansion really was a nest for evil spirits.
And since it was a samurai residence, many of the ghosts were warriors... Well, they looked like deserters.
They appeared out of nowhere, swinging their swords and muttering something. It was all very surreal, but they also had characteristics that were very dangerous.
First, they appeared âcloseâ to me.
If you heard the painful groan, you knew they were coming. And within a few seconds, they would appear within sight.
And since this mansion was not particularly large, unless you were in a long hallway, they would appear very close by.
But since I had acquired the skill Quickdraw, I was able to deal with them approaching suddenly. However, that was where their next characteristic, âphysical attack resistanceâ troubled me.
Physical attacks were rarely effective against these barely visible ghosts without bodies.
While Anneâs iron ball was a physical object, it was fine because she had effective skills. And so did Garbow.
But I didnât have any... Well, not exactly.
I had acquired Exorcism Barrier through stamping the Grow Card.
Like the arrow type skills, it created arrows with a special effect. But this arrow wasnât just to shoot, but it could also be used by throwing it on the ground!
âExorcism Barrier!â
And then a dome-shaped barrier appeared around the arrow at my feet.
It was semi-transparent and glowed with a blue light. It allowed attacks from within to go through, while blocking attacks from the outside.
In other words, as long as the barrier was up, you could unleash one-sided attacks!
It was especially durable against the ghost attacks, as you might expect from something called Exorcism Barrier.
It was a safe space within a horror game, and felt as comforting as a save point.
However, it also looked quite thin, and so I wasnât sure how it would hold up against players or more powerful monsters...
I had a feeling that it would shatter loudly like glass.
As it was a skill and not a charge attack, I didnât have to think too much before using it, but I decided to assume that it would generally not be enough to block enemy charge attacks.
Also, I could only make one barrier at a time.
âThe exploration is going smoothly thanks to the barrier!â
âThatâs true...!â
If I had the barrier up as we searched for the plate with the â+â mark, then I wouldnât have to worry about my back.
That was the scariest thing, after all...turning around.
It did occur to me that I was ruining the horror atmosphere...but I didnât care.
Recent games had invincible modes for people who arenât good at fighting.
And so why shouldnât horror games have a similar mode for people who just want to enjoy the story...!
âBut weâve found a lot of other plates...â
Red, blue, yellow... We had gathered other colorful plates.
As you could put these plates away in your inventory, they must have some kind of use... I thought as we continued to explore. And then I found a stand that was clearly supposed to be a display for the plates.
âBut what order should we line them in?â
â...Well, they seem to be the colors of the rainbow. So letâs start with red.â
Ultimately, that was correct.
From the left, we lined them in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple. Then the mansion began to shake loudly.
Some contraption somewhere was moving...
Such mysterious contraptions were common in horror games. And so we decided to search for the place where it had moved.
From the foyer, you could now see that the wall at the far back of the hallway had disappeared, and there was now a long staircase that led underground.
Hmm... Underground...
I didnât want to go down there, but it would likely lead to the plate that we needed.
And so we went down the stairs with Anne in the lead.
Now, what horrible thing would be waiting for us...
A prison? A mysterious ceremonial altar? A research facility?
The answer...was none of them.
âThis place...is a dojo?â
Was this well-worn wooden floor that of a kendo hall?
It wasnât too odd, since this was a samurai residence...but would there really be a plate here?
Any plate that was here was bound to be shattered immediately...
Just then, the dojo suddenly grew brighter.
I didnât know what the lightsource was, but it just grew brighter.
And I then noticed that âsomethingâ was sitting in the back that I hadnât been able to see before with just the torch light.
While it was wearing armor and a helmet and a sword was resting at its side, it was not human.
It had green skin, webbed hands and feet, and a beak...
It was a kappa...! A warrior kappa...!
Ah! Is that what she meant by plate...!?
As I was surprised by this revelation, the kappa stood up and unsheathed the sword.
It was the same height as a human.
Humanoid enemies tended to be intelligent and move quickly.
I would have to be careful...!
âLetter Arrow!â
I had to acquire information on the enemy first... Is what I thought, but the kappa cut Letter Arrow down with a swipe.
This guy...was good!
âDaybreak Star!â
Without a momentâs delay, Anne unleashed her charge attack.
The kappa blocked it with a thick wall of water.
The iron ball quickly lost its momentum after hitting it.
Furthermore, the kappa continued to create more and more water.
And like that, the dojo began to flood...!
Alright, now the barrier would block the water!
While the dojo had flooded, it was safe within the barrier.
Since it was possible to breathe underwater in NSO, I wouldnât have died. But I didnât want to fight a kappa in the water...!
Pishi...!
A crack appeared in the barrier.
The kappa was swimming in the water at a great speed and slamming itself into the barrier, damaging it with every hit.
However, I too had a buddy who was stronger in the water!
âGarbow!â
âGar! Gar!â
Garbow began to swim so fast that it was difficult to follow him with my eyes. And so began the high-speed battle.
The kappa was strong, and it used its sword to parry Garbowâs attacks.
However, it had clearly slowed down as well.
Now I would be able to shoot at it...!
âSeabow Arts...Form , Swordfish!â
I would use it here, my Seabow Arts!
They were special skills that showed their true worth in the water.
You could use them by equipping the Grow Card, but since I hadnât fought in the water for a long time, it was off duty for a while.
I did not expect to bring it back in the underground dojo of a samurai residence!
Swordfish had the simple effect of raising piercing ability and speed.
And so I shot it several times at the kappa who was fighting Garbow.
The kappa then started to swim faster again in order to avoid being hit, but it was too late.
Shark was a homing arrow that targeted enemies that you had damaged.
You could avoid it by escaping my range or hitting it with an equal attack, but it was not easy to escape my range, and if it tried to cancel it out, then Garbow would have an opening to attack.
This was perfect cooperation...
Garbow really was strong in the water!
âThe final blow, Garbow! Red Meteor!â
âGar! Gar!â
Just as it was bitten by Shark and its movement stopped, the charge attack slammed into it directly.
Perhaps due to being able to flood the battle arena, which would be a huge disadvantage to the player, the specs of the kappa were not that high.
And so Garbow and I were able to cut down its HP gauge and destroy it!
âW-wonderful...â
Muttered the kappa as it turned into light and disappeared.
The water that had filled the dojo now vanished, and the drop items went into my inventory.
Among them was the plate with the â+â mark on it.
âThat was amazing! Both you and little Garbow! The water killed the momentum of my iron ball. I really donât like fighting in the water...â
âEveryone has their strengths and weaknesses. I too would not have been able to do anything with the help of Garbow and my Seabow Arts. Well, Iâm just glad that I didnât embarrass myself. You did all of the work last time.â
In any case, it meant that all of my adventures had been worth it.
It was a good thing that I had Seabow Arts!
Now that the boss was dead, the regular enemies stopped spawning, and so we left the mansion and went back to the well and handed the plate to Okiku.
âAh...thank you... Iâm sorry... I did know that this isnât really a plate...â
Yes, she did.
But I just thanked her and accepted the stamp.
And then a lid appeared over the well, which would be a good table for stamping the card.
âNow thatâs two!â
The stamp that I pressed depicted the mansion, the well and a faded Okiku.
Now (Exorcism Bow Art â mark) became (Exorcism Bow Art â marks)
And I acquired the new skill, âDemonbane Attack Blade.â
This also didnât sound like it was related to arrows...
I just hoped that it was like Exorcism Barrier, and allowed me more strategic variety.
âNow, the next terror spot is the Snake and Scorpion Tunnel! Letâs go!â
Tunnel...huh.
Cramped, dark and lonely. You can only see ahead and would be instilled with fear over what world you would be connected to on the other side...
The fact that you would be trapped if the back and front were closed off also made me feel claustrophobic.
However, in the end, you just had to make it out the other side.
The rules were bound to be simple, so maybe we could just run through without thinking too much...? | {
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ãŠãããããã¨ã | I was the only human being in an area one-and-a-half times the size of America, five-and-a-half thousand square miles.
More than 2,000 people have climbed Everest.
12 people have stood on the moon.
Including me, only four people have skied solo to the North Pole.
And I think the reason for that -- -- thank you -- I think the reason for that is that it's -- it's -- well, it's as Chris said, bonkers.
It's a journey that is right at the limit of human capability.
I skied the equivalent of 31 marathons back to back. 800 miles in 10 weeks.
And I was dragging all the food I needed, the supplies, the equipment, sleeping bag, one change of underwear -- everything I needed for nearly three months.
What we're going to try and do today, in the 16 and a bit minutes I've got left, is to try and answer three questions. The first one is, why?
The second one is, how do you go to the loo at minus 40?
"Ben, I've read somewhere that at minus 40, exposed skin becomes frostbitten in less than a minute, so how do you answer the call of nature?"
I don't want to answer these now. I'll come on to them at the end.
Third one: how do you top that? What's next?
It all started back in 2001.
My first expedition was with a guy called Pen Hadow -- enormously experienced chap.
This was like my polar apprenticeship.
We were trying to ski from this group of islands up here, Severnaya Zemlya, to the North Pole.
And the thing that fascinates me about the North Pole, geographic North Pole, is that it's slap bang in the middle of the sea.
This is about as good as maps get, and to reach it you've got to ski literally over the frozen crust, the floating skin of ice on the Artic Ocean.
I'd spoken to all the experts.
I'd read lots of books. I studied maps and charts.
But I realized on the morning of day one that I had no idea exactly what I'd let myself in for.
I was 23 years old. No one my age had attempted anything like this, and pretty quickly, almost everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong.
We were attacked by a polar bear on day two.
I had frostbite in my left big toe.
We started running very low on food. We were both pretty hungry, losing lots of weight.
Some very unusual weather conditions, very difficult ice conditions.
We had decidedly low-tech communications.
We couldn't afford a satellite phone, so we had HF radio.
You can see two ski poles sticking out of the roof of the tent.
There's a wire dangling down either side.
That was our HF radio antenna.
two-way communication with the outside world in two months.
Ultimately, we ran out of time.
We'd skied 400 miles. We were just over 200 miles left to go to the Pole, and we'd run out of time.
We were too late into the summer; the ice was starting to melt; we spoke to the Russian helicopter pilots on the radio, and they said, "Look boys, you've run out of time.
We've got to pick you up."
And I felt that I had failed, wholeheartedly.
I was a failure.
The one goal, the one dream I'd had for as long as I could remember -- I hadn't even come close.
And skiing along that first trip, I had two imaginary video clips that I'd replay over and over again in my mind when the going got tough, just to keep my motivation going.
The first one was reaching the Pole itself.
I could see vividly, I suppose, being filmed out of the door of a helicopter, there was, kind of, rock music playing in the background, and I had a ski pole with a Union Jack, you know, flying in the wind.
I could see myself sticking the flag in a pole, you know -- ah, glorious moment -- the music kind of reaching a crescendo.
The second video clip that I imagined was getting back to Heathrow airport, and I could see again, vividly, the camera flashbulbs going off, the paparazzi, the autograph hunters, the book agents coming to sign me up for a deal.
And of course, neither of these things happened.
We didn't get to the Pole, and we didn't have any money to pay anyone to do the PR, so no one had heard of this expedition.
And I got back to Heathrow. My mum was there; my brother was there; my granddad was there -- had a little Union Jack -- -- and that was about it. I went back to live with my mum.
I was physically exhausted, mentally an absolute wreck, considered myself a failure.
In a huge amount of debt personally to this expedition, and lying on my mum's sofa, day in day out, watching daytime TV.
My brother sent me a text message, an SMS -- it was a quote from the "Simpsons." It said, "You tried your hardest and failed miserably.
The lesson is: don't even try."
Fast forward three years. I did eventually get off the sofa, and start planning another expedition. This time, I wanted to go right across, on my own this time, from Russia, at the top of the map, to the North Pole, where the sort of kink in the middle is, and then on to Canada.
No one has made a complete crossing of the Arctic Ocean on their own.
Two Norwegians did it as a team in 2000. No one's done it solo.
Very famous, very accomplished Italian mountaineer, Reinhold Messner, tried it in 1995, and he was rescued after a week.
He described this expedition as 10 times as dangerous as Everest.
So for some reason, this was what I wanted to have a crack at, but I knew that even to stand a chance of getting home in one piece, let alone make it across to Canada, I had to take a radical approach.
This meant everything from perfecting the sawn-off, sub-two-gram toothbrush, to working with one of the world's leading nutritionists in developing a completely new, revolutionary nutritional strategy from scratch: 6,000 calories a day.
And the expedition started in February last year.
Big support team. We had a film crew, a couple of logistics people with us, my girlfriend, a photographer.
At first it was pretty sensible. We flew British Airways to Moscow.
The next bit in Siberia to Krasnoyarsk, on a Russian internal airline called KrasAir, spelled K-R-A-S.
The next bit, we'd chartered a pretty elderly Russian plane to fly us up to a town called Khatanga, which was the sort of last bit of civilization.
Our cameraman, who it turned out was a pretty nervous flier at the best of times, actually asked the pilot, before we got on the plane, how long this flight would take, and the pilot -- Russian pilot -- completely deadpan, replied, "Six hours -- if we live."
We got to Khatanga.
I think the joke is that Khatanga isn't the end of the world, but you can see it from there.
It was supposed to be an overnight stay. We were stuck there for 10 days.
There was a kind of vodka-fueled pay dispute between the helicopter pilots and the people that owned the helicopter, so we were stuck. We couldn't move.
Finally, morning of day 11, we got the all-clear, loaded up the helicopters -- two helicopters flying in tandem -- dropped me off at the edge of the pack ice.
We had a frantic sort of 45 minutes of filming, photography; while the helicopter was still there, I did an interview on the satellite phone; and then everyone else climbed back into the helicopter, wham, the door closed, and I was alone.
And I don't know if words will ever quite do that moment justice.
All I could think about was running back up to the door, banging on the door, and saying, "Look guys, I haven't quite thought this through."
To make things worse, you can just see the white dot up at the top right hand side of the screen; that's a full moon.
Because we'd been held up in Russia, of course, the full moon brings the highest and lowest tides; when you're standing on the frozen surface of the sea, high and low tides generally mean that interesting things are going to happen -- the ice is going to start moving around a bit.
I was, you can see there, pulling two sledges.
Grand total in all, 95 days of food and fuel, 180 kilos -- that's almost exactly 400 pounds.
When the ice was flat or flattish, I could just about pull both.
When the ice wasn't flat, I didn't have a hope in hell.
I had to pull one, leave it, and go back and get the other one.
Literally scrambling through what's called pressure ice -- the ice had been smashed up under the pressure of the currents of the ocean, the wind and the tides.
NASA described the ice conditions last year as the worst since records began.
And it's always drifting. The pack ice is always drifting.
I was skiing into headwinds for nine out of the 10 weeks I was alone last year, and I was drifting backwards most of the time.
My record was minus 2.5 miles.
I got up in the morning, took the tent down, skied north for seven-and-a-half hours, put the tent up, and I was two and a half miles further back than when I'd started.
I literally couldn't keep up with the drift of the ice.
: So it's day 22.
I'm lying in the tent, getting ready to go.
The weather is just appalling -- oh, drifted back about five miles in the last -- last night.
Later in the expedition, the problem was no longer the ice.
It was a lack of ice -- open water.
I knew this was happening. I knew the Artic was warming.
I knew there was more open water. And I had a secret weapon up my sleeve.
This was my little bit of bio-mimicry.
Polar bears on the Artic Ocean move in dead straight lines.
If they come to water, they'll climb in, swim across it.
So we had a dry suit developed -- I worked with a team in Norway -- based on a sort of survival suit -- I suppose, that helicopter pilots would wear -- that I could climb into. It would go on over my boots, over my mittens, it would pull up around my face, and seal pretty tightly around my face.
And this meant I could ski over very thin ice, and if I fell through, it wasn't the end of the world.
It also meant, if the worst came to the worst, I could actually jump in and swim across and drag the sledge over after me.
Some pretty radical technology, a radical approach --but it worked perfectly.
Another exciting thing we did last year was with communications technology.
In 1912, Shackleton's Endurance expedition -- there was -- one of his crew, a guy called Thomas Orde-Lees.
He said, "The explorers of 2012, if there is anything left to explore, will no doubt carry pocket wireless telephones fitted with wireless telescopes."
Well, Orde-Lees guessed wrong by about eight years. This is my pocket wireless telephone, Iridium satellite phone.
The wireless telescope was a digital camera I had tucked in my pocket.
And every single day of the 72 days I was alone on the ice, I was blogging live from my tent, sending back a little diary piece, sending back information on the distance I'd covered -- the ice conditions, the temperature -- and a daily photo.
Remember, 2001, we had less than two hours radio contact with the outside world.
Last year, blogging live from an expedition that's been described as 10 times as dangerous as Everest.
It wasn't all high-tech. This is navigating in what's called a whiteout.
When you get lots of mist, low cloud, the wind starts blowing the snow up.
You can't see an awful lot. You can just see, there's a yellow ribbon tied to one of my ski poles.
I'd navigate using the direction of the wind.
So, kind of a weird combination of high-tech and low-tech.
I got to the Pole on the 11th of May.
It took me 68 days to get there from Russia, and there is nothing there.
There isn't even a pole at the Pole. There's nothing there, purely because it's sea ice. It's drifting.
Stick a flag there, leave it there, pretty soon it will drift off, usually towards Canada or Greenland.
I knew this, but I was expecting something.
Strange mixture of feelings: it was extremely warm by this stage, a lot of open water around, and of course, elated that I'd got there under my own steam, but starting to really realize that my chances of making it all the way across to Canada, which was still 400 miles away, were slim at best.
The only proof I've got that I was there is a blurry photo of my GPS, the little satellite navigation gadget.
You can just see -- there's a nine and a string of zeros here.
Ninety degrees north -- that is slap bang in the North Pole.
I took a photo of that. Sat down on my sledge. Did a sort of video diary piece.
Took a few photos. I got my satellite phone out.
I warmed the battery up in my armpit.
I dialed three numbers. I dialed my mum.
I dialed my girlfriend. I dialed the CEO of my sponsor.
And I got three voicemails.
: Ninety.
It's a special feeling.
The entire planet is rotating beneath my feet.
The -- the whole world underneath me.
I finally got through to my mum. She was at the queue of the supermarket.
She started crying. She asked me to call her back.
I skied on for a week past the Pole.
I wanted to get as close to Canada as I could before conditions just got too dangerous to continue.
This was the last day I had on the ice.
When I spoke to the -- my project management team, they said, "Look, Ben, conditions are getting too dangerous.
There are huge areas of open water just south of your position.
We'd like to pick you up.
Ben, could you please look for an airstrip?"
This was the view outside my tent when I had this fateful phone call.
I'd never tried to build an airstrip before. Tony, the expedition manager, he said, "Look Ben, you've got to find 500 meters of flat, thick safe ice."
The only bit of ice I could find -- it took me 36 hours of skiing around trying to find an airstrip -- was exactly 473 meters. I could measure it with my skis.
I didn't tell Tony that. I didn't tell the pilots that.
I thought, it'll have to do.
: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It just about worked. A pretty dramatic landing -- the plane actually passed over four times, and I was a bit worried it wasn't going to land at all.
The pilot, I knew, was called Troy. I was expecting someone called Troy that did this for a living to be a pretty tough kind of guy.
I was bawling my eyes out by the time the plane landed -- a pretty emotional moment.
So I thought, I've got to compose myself for Troy.
I'm supposed to be the roughty toughty explorer type.
The plane taxied up to where I was standing.
The door opened. This guy jumped out. He's about that tall. He said, "Hi, my name is Troy."
The co-pilot was a lady called Monica.
She sat there in a sort of hand-knitted jumper.
They were the least macho people I've ever met, but they made my day.
Troy was smoking a cigarette on the ice; we took a few photos. He climbed up the ladder. He said, "Just -- just get in the back."
He threw his cigarette out as he got on the front, and I climbed in the back.
Taxied up and down the runway a few times, just to flatten it out a bit, and he said, "Right, I'm going to -- I'm going to give it a go." And he -- I've now learned that this is standard practice, but it had me worried at the time.
He put his hand on the throttle.
You can see the control for the engines is actually on the roof of the cockpit.
It's that little bar there. He put his hand on the throttle.
Monica very gently put her hand sort of on top of his.
I thought, "God, here we go. We're, we're -- this is all or nothing."
Rammed it forwards. Bounced down the runway. Just took off.
One of the skis just clipped a pressure ridge at the end of the runway, banking. I could see into the cockpit, Troy battling the controls, and he just took one hand off, reached back, flipped a switch on the roof of the cockpit, and it was the "fasten seat belt" sign you can see on the wall.
And only from the air did I see the big picture.
Of course, when you're on the ice, you only ever see one obstacle at a time, whether it's a pressure ridge or there's a bit of water.
This is probably why I didn't get into trouble about the length of my airstrip.
I mean, it really was starting to break up.
Why? I'm not an explorer in the traditional sense.
I'm not skiing along drawing maps; everyone knows where the North Pole is.
At the South Pole there's a big scientific base. There's an airstrip.
There's a cafe and there's a tourist shop.
For me, this is about exploring human limits, about exploring the limits of physiology, of psychology and of technology. They're the things that excite me.
And it's also about potential, on a personal level.
This, for me, is a chance to explore the limits -- really push the limits of my own potential, see how far they stretch.
And on a wider scale, it amazes me how people go through life just scratching the surface of their potential, just doing three or four or five percent of what they're truly capable of. So, on a wider scale, I hope that this journey was a chance to inspire other people to think about what they want to do with their potential, and what they want to do with the tiny amount of time
we each have on this planet.
That's as close as I can come to summing that up.
The next question is, how do you answer the call of nature at minus 40?
The answer, of course, to which is a trade secret -- and the last question, what's next? As quickly as possible, if I have a minute left at the end, I'll go into more detail.
What's next: Antarctica.
It's the coldest, highest, windiest and driest continent on Earth.
Late 1911, early 1912, there was a race to be the first to the South Pole: the heart of the Antarctic continent.
If you include the coastal ice shelves, you can see that the Ross Ice Shelf -- it's the big one down here -- the Ross Ice Shelf is the size of France.
Antarctica, if you include the ice shelves, is twice the size of Australia -- it's a big place.
And there's a race to get to the Pole between Amundsen, the Norwegian -- Amundsen had dog sleds and huskies -- and Scott, the British guy, Captain Scott.
Scott had sort of ponies and some tractors and a few dogs, all of which went wrong, and Scott and his team of four people ended up on foot.
They got to the Pole late January 1912 to find a Norwegian flag already there.
There was a tent, a letter to the Norwegian king.
And they turned around, headed back to the coast, and all five of them died on the return journey.
Since then, no one has ever skied -- this was 93 years ago -- since then, no one has ever skied from the coast of Antarctica to the Pole and back.
Every South Pole expedition you may have heard about is either flown out from the Pole or has used vehicles or dogs or kites to do some kind of crossing -- no one has ever made a return journey. So that's the plan.
Two of us are doing it.
That's pretty much it.
One final thought before I get to the toilet bit, is -- is, I have a -- and I meant to scan this and I've forgotten -- but I have a -- I have a school report. I was 13 years old, and it's framed above my desk at home. It says, "Ben lacks sufficient impetus to achieve anything worthwhile."
I think if I've learned anything, it's this: that no one else is the authority on your potential.
You're the only person that decides how far you go and what you're capable of.
Ladies and gentlemen, that's my story.
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Stop, pulling a refreshing smile in such a state is scary instead. Look, even Fina is pulling back.
âNicole! You came. You also came to welcome me, Fina?â
He rushed towards us with his arms wide, but I quickly grabbed Fina and jumped back. He looked like some undead monster with so much blood on his face. Lyellâs arms passed right before me as I dodged him by a hairâs breadth. That was close.
Having missed his body hug, Lyell looked miserably at me.
âSorry, father, but we just came out of the bath.â
âHow could this be! Do you hate giving your injured daddy some healing so much?â
âIâve never seen an injured person acting as lively as that.â
He slumped his shoulders at my rebuttal, finally looking like an injured person.
âThere there, but Nicole has a point, you know? Here, Cure Light.â
Lyellâs temple stopped bleeding instantly with Mariaâs spell.
Cure Light of the interference system was by far the weakest healing spell among all healing spells, but it showed this much effect now. It was worlds apart from my own spell.
âThere, done. But you are all bloody so go take a bath first, okay?â
âOkay, then I can finally hug Nicole!â
âThatâs up to her.â
âDefinitely not.â
âHow could this be...â
Having gotten innocently vetoed by Fina and me, Lyell fell to his hands this time and dropped his head.
Maria patted him on the back to comfort him.
When Lyell got out of the bath, we went to have dinner in the dining room. Currently, this mansion had a maid settled in with her whole family, but she was busy washing Lyellâs clothes now. She was working hard despite it being night.
âSo, father. What happened?â
âWell, I heard there was an Owl Bear and entered the forest butââ
âThere was something else?â
âNo, I found the Owl Bear itself quickly and subjugated it. Oh, Iâve brought the meat back so take it back as a gift and share it with Michelle too.â
âShe would be overjoyed. But still, you canât tell me some Owl Bear managed to injure you, right? Or have your skills grown duller?â
âOf course not. I bisected it with one swing. The problem was what happened after that.â
He frowned as he spoke while eating the stew Maria made. The stew had the meat of Owl Bear that he just mentioned too. She apparently added new ingredients.
âI heard flapping of wings from deeper inside the forest, and when I went to check it, a meter long horned beetle flew out of there.â
âA meter long...â
I had some knowledge about horned beetles, but a meter long one was too big. If weâre talking about one that could hurt Lyell...
âYes, that would be the case.â
Maria gave her approval to my guess. But I myself wasnât convinced with my answer. The reason was simple.
âBut havenât they only been witnessed within the World Tree Labyrinth?â
âYes, they were monsters of the middle floors from what I hear.â
âIâve never heard of them appearing anywhere else.â
âSo this would be the first sighting huh.â
The World Tree Labyrinth contained a special ecosystem. Not only were there monsters that bred within it, but also being summoned from another world as a defensive mechanism... The so-called Devils also existed there.
âThat sounds strange.â
âYes. We never had a precedent of a monster escaping from the labyrinth.â
âAnd it escaped not to the Holy Kingdom of Forneus, but all the way here...â
âIt would be wiser to investigate this.â
âYeah. But the sun is already set. If we go search in the middle of the night, it is us who canât see in the dark who will be at a disadvantage.â
âSince thereâs no harm to the village, thereâs no need to hurry. Letâs do it tomorrow.â
âRight.â
Lyell and Maria started talking about tomorrowâs plans. I ignored that and focused on taking care of Fina. She was sitting on my lap and having a hard fight against the stew with a spoon gripped in her hand.
Of course, that caused the soup to fly around everywhere, and her surroundings were in a total mess. I already accepted I would be part of that disaster when I placed her on my knees, so I wasnât very worried.
I could just get changed once I got back. I had nothing to do but sleep once I returned anyway.
âOh, thank you.â
She somehow managed to scoop up the meat with the spoon and offered it to me. Her mouth was stained with soup too.
I ate the meat in one bite and took a napkin to wipe her mouth.
âNyauuu.â
The way she disliked getting her face wiped made her appear as charming as a little animal.
âOh god, this child is just too adorable!â
âMugyaa!â
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I must tell you I am like that, not very comfortable, because usually, in life, I think my job is absolutely useless.
I mean, I feel useless.
Now after Carolyn, and all the other guys, I feel like shit.
And definitively, I don't know why I am here, but -- you know the nightmare you can have, like you are an impostor, you arrive at the opera, and they push you, "You must sing!"
I don't know. So, so, because I have nothing to show, nothing to say, we shall try to speak about something else.
We can start, if you want, by understanding -- it's just to start, it's not interesting, but -- how I work.
When somebody comes to me and ask for what I am known, I mean, yes, lemon squeezer, toilet brush, toothpick, beautiful toilet seats, and why not -- a toothbrush?
I don't try to design the toothbrush.
I don't try to say, "Oh, that will be a beautiful object," or something like that.
That doesn't interest me.
Because there is different types of design.
The one, we can call it the cynical design, that means the design invented by Raymond Loewy in the '50s, who said, what is ugly is a bad sale, la laideur se vend mal, which is terrible.
It means the design must be just the weapon for marketing, for producer to make product more sexy, like that, they sell more: it's shit, it's obsolete, it's ridiculous.
I call that the cynical design.
After, there is the narcissistic design: it's a fantastic designer who designs only for other fantastic designers. After, there is people like me, who try to deserve to exist, and who are so ashamed to make this useless job, who try to do it in another way, and they try, I try, to not make the object for the object but for the result, for the profit for the human being, the person who will use it.
If we take the toothbrush -- I don't think about the toothbrush.
I think, "What will be the effect of the brush in the mouth?"
And to understand what will be the effect of the toothbrush in the mouth, I must imagine: Who owns this mouth?
What is the life of the owner of this mouth? In what society [does] this guy live?
What civilization creates this society?
What animal species creates this civilization?
When I arrive -- and I take one minute, I am not so intelligent -- when I arrive at the level of animal species, that becomes real interesting.
Me, I have strictly no power to change anything.
But when I come back, I can understand why I shall not do it, because today to not do it, it's more positive than do it, or how I shall do it.
But to come back, where I am at the animal species, there is things to see.
There is things to see, there is the big challenge.
The big challenge in front of us.
Because there is not a human production which exists outside of what I call "the big image."
The big image is our story, our poetry, our romanticism.
Our poetry is our mutation, our life.
We must remember, and we can see that in any book of my son of 10 years old, that life appears four billion years ago, around -- four billion point two?
Voice offstage: Four point five.
Yes, point five, OK, OK, OK! I'm a designer, that's all, of Christmas gifts.
And before, there was this soup, called "soupe primordiale," this first soup -- bloop bloop bloop -- sort of dirty mud, no life, nothing.
So then -- pshoo-shoo -- lightning -- pshoo -- arrive -- pshoo-shoo -- makes life -- bloop bloop -- and that dies.
Some million years after -- pshoo-shoo, bloop-bloop -- ah, wake up!
At the end, finally, that succeeds, and life appears.
We was so, so stupid. The most stupid bacteria.
Even, I think, we copy our way to reproduce, you know what I mean, and something of -- oh no, forget it.
After, we become a fish; after, we become a frog; after, we become a monkey; after, we become what we are today: a super-monkey, and the fun is, the super-monkey we are today, is at half of the story.
Can you imagine? From that stupid bacteria to us, with a microphone, with a computer, with an iPod: four billion years.
And we know, and especially Carolyn knows, that when the sun will implode, the earth will burn, explode, I don't know what, and this is scheduled for four, four billion years?
Yes, she said, something like that. OK, that means we are at half of the story.
Fantastic! It's a beauty!
Can you imagine? It's very symbolic.
Because the bacteria we was had no idea of what we are today.
And today, we have no idea of what we shall be in four billion years.
And this territory is fantastic.
That is our poetry. That is our beautiful story.
It's our romanticism. Mu-ta-tion. We are mutants.
And if we don't deeply understand, if we don't integrate that we are mutants, we completely miss the story.
Because every generation thinks we are the final one.
We have a way to look at Earth like that, you know, "I am the man. The final man.
You know, we mutate during four billion years before, but now, because it's me, we stop. Fin. For the end, for the eternity, it is one with a red jacket."
Something like that. I am not sure of that. Because that is our intelligence of mutation and things like that.
There is so many things to do; it's so fresh.
And here is something: nobody is obliged to be a genius, but everybody is obliged to participate.
And to participate, for a mutant, there is a minimum of exercise, a minimum of sport.
We can say that.
The first, if you want -- there is so many -- but one which is very easy to do, is the duty of vision.
I can explain you. I shall try.
If you walk like that, it's OK, it's OK, you can walk, but perhaps, because you walk with the eyes like that, you will not see, oh, there is a hole.
And you will fall, and you will die. Dangerous.
That's why, perhaps, you will try to have this angle of vision.
OK, I can see, if I found something, up, up, and they continue, up up up.
I raise the angle of vision, but it's still very -- selfish, selfish, egoiste -- yes, selfish.
You, you survive. It's OK.
If you raise the level of your eyes a little more you go, "I see you, oh my God you are here, how are you, I can help you, I can design for you a new toothbrush, new toilet brush," something like that.
I live in society; I live in community.
It's OK. You start to be in the territory of intelligence, we can say.
From this level, the more you can raise this angle of view, the more you will be important for the society.
The more you will rise, the more you will be important for the civilization.
The more you will rise, to see far and high, like that, the more you will be important for the story of our mutation.
That means intelligent people are in this angle. That is intelligence.
From this to here, that, it's genius.
Ptolemy, Eratosthenes, Einstein, things like that.
Nobody's obliged to be a genius.
It's better, but nobody.
Take care, in this training, to be a good mutant.
There is some danger, there is some trap. One trap: the vertical.
Because at the vertical of us, if you look like that, "Ah! my God, there is God. Ah! God!"
God is a trap. God is the answer when we don't know the answer.
That means, when your brain is not enough big, when you don't understand, you go, "Ah, it's God, it's God." That's ridiculous.
That's why -- jump, like that? No, don't jump.
Come back. Because, after, there is another trap.
If you look like that, you look to the past, or you look inside if you are very flexible, inside yourself.
It's called schizophrenia, and you are dead also.
That's why every morning, now, because you are a good mutant, you will raise your angle of view.
Out, more of the horizontal. You are an intelligence.
Never forget -- like that, like that.
It's very, very, very important.
What, what else we can say about that? Why do that?
It's because we -- if we look from far, we see our line of evolution.
This line of evolution is clearly positive.
From far, this line looks very smooth, like that.
But if you take a lens, like that, this line is ack, ack, ack, ack, ack. Like that.
It's made of light and shadow.
We can say light is civilization, shadow is barbaria.
And it's very important to know where we are.
Because some cycle, there is a spot in the cycle, and you have not the same duty in the different parts of the cycle.
That means, we can imagine -- I don't say it was fantastic, but in the '80s, there was not too much war, like that, it was -- we can imagine that the civilization can become civilized.
In this case, people like me are acceptable.
We can say, "It's luxurious time."
We have time to think, we have time to I don't know what, speak about art and things like that.
It's OK. We are in the light.
But sometimes, like today, we fall, we fall so fast, so fast to shadow, we fall so fast to barbaria.
With many, many, many, many face of barbaria.
Because it's not, the barbaria we have today, it's perhaps not the barbaria we think.
There is different type of barbaria.
That's why we must adapt.
That means, when barbaria is back, forget the beautiful chairs, forget the beautiful hotel, forget design, even -- I'm sorry to say -- forget art.
Forget all that. There is priority; there is urgency.
You must go back to politics, you must go back to radicalization, I'm sorry if that's not very English.
You must go back to fight, to battle.
That's why today I'm so ashamed to make this job.
That's why I am here, to try to do it the best possible.
But I know that even I do it the best possible -- that's why I'm the best -- it's nothing.
Because it's not the right time.
That's why I say that. I say that, because, I repeat, nothing exist if it's not in the good reason, the reason of our beautiful dream, of this civilization.
And because we must all work to finish this story.
Because the scenario of this civilization -- about love, progress, and things like that -- it's OK, but there is so many different, other scenarios of other civilizations.
This scenario, of this civilization, was about becoming powerful, intelligent, like this idea we have invented, this concept of God.
We are God now. We are. It's almost done.
We have just to finish the story.
That is very, very important.
And when you don't understand really what's happened, you cannot go and fight and work and build and things like that.
You go to the future back, back, back, back, like that.
And you can fall, and it's very dangerous.
No, you must really understand that.
Because we have almost finished, I'll repeat this story.
And the beauty of this, in perhaps 50 years, 60 years, we can finish completely this civilization, and offer to our children the possibility to invent a new story, a new poetry, a new romanticism.
With billions of people who have been born, worked, lived and died before us, these people who have worked so much, we have now bring beautiful things, beautiful gifts, we know so many things.
We can say to our children, OK, done, that was our story. That passed.
Now you have a duty: invent a new story. Invent a new poetry.
The only rule is, we have not to have any idea about the next story.
We give you white pages. Invent.
We give you the best tools, the best tools, and now, do it.
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âGood morning. Were you all training together?â
âThatâs right!â
âI think that itâs a good idea to train and go over what happened after you participated in a fight.â
Serulis had a serious expression.
Indeed, it was probably more effective to train before you forgot.
âWell, it was quite a vicious battle. And so there would be a lot to learn.â
âAnd Luchila helped us.â
Niaâs tail was wagging from side to side.
âLuchila helped you? Do you mean with illusions?â
âThatâs it! Luchila is amazing!â
âSerulis and I told Luchila about what happened yesterday, and she recreated it with illusion magic.â
This training wouldnât just benefit Shia and Serulis, but it was good practice for Luchila as well.
âThank you. But I donât know how accurate it was...â
Like Nia, Luchila also stayed behind. And since she hadnât actually seen it, it would be hard to recreate.
âMister Locke, can you show it to me later through illusion magic?â
Nia and Luchila bowed their heads.
If your two apprentices were making a request and bowing, you could hardly refuse.
âAlright. Leave it to me. Weâll train after Grulf and Tama have finished their walk.â
âThank you!â
âPlease let me join in the training as well!â
âMe too!â
âShia and Serulis. I think you two should rest... Well, itâs all after the walk, anyway.â
âI understand.â
âIâm not tired!â
They must have heard their names, or they were reacting to me talking about their walk, as Grulf and Tama came up to me.
They both rubbed up against me while wagging their tails and then ran in a circle around me.
I said as I took a seat on the bench.
âWoof.â
Grulf put his chin on my right knee, while Tama did the same on my left.
They wanted to be petted I suppose. And so I tousled their fur.
And then Philly started to talk slowly.
âMister Lock. Are you ready now?â
âAh, sorry to keep you waiting. You wanted an explanation.â
Just then, Milka came in. She was carrying tea and treats for everyone.
âI put on some tea!â
âThank you.â
Once everyoneâs tea was poured, Milka sat down to my right.
Now, everyone in the mansion was here.
And so I drank the tea that Milka had poured while I started to explain.
âThis time, the dark ones used a plan that involved a great explosion and teleportation immediately after.â
âIt sounds horrifying.â
Philly said as she adjusted her glasses.
âAye, itâs very troublesome. Not only that, but Magic Exploration was the trigger.â
âYes. But you wouldnât know if it was a bomb if you didnât use Magic Exploration...â
As Luchila looked agitated, Lord Gerberga moved closer.
âHmm. So, what material was the magic tool made of?â
As an alchemist, Philly was interested in the materials.
âThe main material for both was a Foolâs Stone.â
âOh? And what about the structure? Just tell me as much as you know.â
Philly said. Luchila had a troubled expression.
â...Umm. While I was the one who cast Magic Exploration...â
âYou donât know?â
âThe spell was a success. But right after...â
âIt exploded?â
âYes.â
Philly started to think about this seriously, while Luchila looked on with an apologetic expression.
âIâm not saying this just to defend Luchila, but the difficulty of Magic Exploration itself was very high.â
âHuh?â
âAnd so it cannot be helped that Luchila was concentrating on using Magic Exploration, and was not able to analyze the structure.â
âI see... Indeed.â
Upon hearing my words, Philly was once again deep in thought.
And then Milka tilted her head.
âMister Locke. Can I ask you something?â
âWhy did the enemy raise the difficulty of this Magic Exploration thing?â
âDo you mean because if Magic Exploration failed, it wouldnât explode and their plan would fail?â
âYes! Thatâs it!â
Milkaâs question made sense.
It had succeeded because Luchila was a brilliant sorcerer. However, an average one would have failed if they cast Magic Exploration.
In that case, the explosion would not have been triggered.
âYouâre very smart, Milka. Thatâs a good question.â
âEhehe. Really?â
âThey had planned it that way. The trap involved having the first attempt at Magic Exploration fail.â
âWhat do you mean?â
And so I explained my theory to Milka.
The enemy was targeting the royal capital.
If we had failed, then it would have to be carried back to a research facility where it could be studied more thoroughly.
And if it succeeded then, the royal capital would have gone up in flames.
Upon hearing this, Milka became frantic.
âBut thatâs horrible! If other Adventurers brought in a similar bomb, it would turn into a disaster!â
âIndeed, that would be very bad.â
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I started to realize that I could look at the whole city as a living organism.
I wanted to dissect it and look into its unseen layers.
And the way to it, for me, was through artistic means.
So, eventually I decided to pursue an MFA instead of an M.D.
and in grad school I became interested in creatures that dwell in the hidden corners of the city.
In New York City, rats are part of commuters' daily lives.
Most people ignore them or are frightened of them.
But I took a liking to them because they dwell on the fringes of society.
And even though they're used in labs to promote human lives, they're also considered pests.
I also started looking around in the city and trying to photograph them.
One day, in the subway, I was snapping pictures of the tracks hoping to catch a rat or two, and a man came up to me and said, "You can't take photographs here.
The MTA will confiscate your camera."
I was quite shocked by that, I'll follow the rats."
Then I started going into the tunnels, which made me realize that there's a whole new dimension to the city that I never saw before and most people don't get to see.
Around the same time, I met like-minded individuals who call themselves urban explorers, adventurers, spelunkers, guerrilla historians, etc.
I was welcomed into this loose, Internet-based network of people who regularly explore urban ruins such as abandoned subway stations, tunnels, sewers, aqueducts, factories, hospitals, shipyards and so on.
When I took photographs in these locations, I felt there was something missing in the pictures.
Simply documenting these soon-to-be-demolished structures wasn't enough for me.
So I wanted to create a fictional character or an animal that dwells in these underground spaces, and the simplest way to do it, at the time, was to model myself.
I decided against clothing because I wanted the figure to be without any cultural implications or time-specific elements.
I wanted a simple way to represent a living body inhabiting these decaying, derelict spaces. This was taken in the Riviera Sugar Factory in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
It's now an empty, six-acre lot waiting for a shopping mall right across from the new Ikea.
I was very fond of this space because it's the first massive industrial complex I found on my own that is abandoned.
When I first went in, I was scared, because I heard dogs barking and I thought they were guard dogs.
But they happened to be wild dogs living there, and it was right by the water, so there were swans and ducks swimming around and trees growing everywhere and bees nesting in the sugar barrels.
The nature had really reclaimed the whole complex.
And, in a way, I wanted the human figure in the picture to become a part of that nature.
When I got comfortable in the space, it also felt like a big playground.
I would climb up the tanks and hop across exposed beams as if I went back in time and became a child again.
This was taken in the old Croton Aqueduct, which supplied fresh water to New York City for the first time.
The construction began in 1837.
It lasted about five years.
It got abandoned when the new Croton Aqueducts opened in 1890.
When you go into spaces like this, you're directly accessing the past, because they sit untouched for decades.
I love feeling the aura of a space that has so much history.
Instead of looking at reproductions of it at home, you're actually feeling the hand-laid bricks and shimmying up and down narrow cracks and getting wet and muddy and walking in a dark tunnel with a flashlight.
This is a tunnel underneath Riverside Park.
It was built in the 1930s by Robert Moses.
The murals were done by a graffiti artist to commemorate the hundreds of homeless people when the tunnel reopened for trains.
Walking in this tunnel is very peaceful.
There's nobody around you, and you hear the kids playing in the park above you, completely unaware of what's underneath.
When I was going out a lot to these places, I was feeling a lot of anxiety and isolation because I was in a solitary phase in my life, and I decided to title my series "Naked City Spleen," which references Charles Baudelaire.
"Naked City" is a nickname for New York, and "Spleen" embodies the melancholia and inertia that come from feeling alienated in an urban environment.
This is the same tunnel.
You see the sunbeams coming from the ventilation ducts and the train approaching.
This is a tunnel that's abandoned in Hell's Kitchen.
I was there alone, setting up, and a homeless man approached.
I was basically intruding in his living space.
I was really frightened at first, but I calmly explained to him that I was working on an art project and he didn't seem to mind and so I went ahead and put my camera on self-timer and ran back and forth.
And when I was done, he actually offered me his shirt to wipe off my feet and kindly walked me out.
It must have been a very unusual day for him.
One thing that struck me, after this incident, was that a space like that holds so many deleted memories of the city.
That homeless man, to me, really represented an element of the unconscious of the city.
He told me that he was abused above ground and was once in Riker's Island, and at last he found peace and quiet in that space.
The tunnel was once built for the prosperity of the city, but is now a sanctuary for outcasts, who are completely forgotten in the average urban dweller's everyday life.
This is underneath my alma mater, Columbia University.
The tunnels are famous for having been used during the development of the Manhattan Project.
This particular tunnel is interesting because it shows the original foundations of Bloomingdale Insane Asylum, which was demolished in 1890 when Columbia moved in.
This is the New York City Farm Colony, which was a poorhouse in Staten Island from the 1890s to the 1930s.
Most of my photos are set in places that have been abandoned for decades, but this is an exception.
This children's hospital was closed in 1997; it's located in Newark.
When I was there three years ago, the windows were broken and the walls were peeling, but everything was left there as it was.
You see the autopsy table, morgue trays, x-ray machines and even used utensils, which you see on the autopsy table.
After exploring recently-abandoned buildings, I felt that everything could fall into ruins very fast: your home, your office, a shopping mall, a church -- any man-made structures around you.
I was reminded of how fragile our sense of security is and how vulnerable people truly are.
I love to travel, and Berlin has become one of my favorite cities.
It's full of history, and also full of underground bunkers and ruins from the war.
This was taken under a homeless asylum built in 1885 to house 1,100 people.
I saw the structure while I was on the train, and I got off at the next station and met people there that gave me access to their catacomb-like basement, which was used for ammunition storage during the war and also, at some point, to hide groups of Jewish refugees.
This is the actual catacombs in Paris.
I explored there extensively in the off-limits areas and fell in love right away.
There are more than 185 miles of tunnels, and only about a mile is open to the public as a museum.
The first tunnels date back to 60 B.C.
They were consistently dug as limestone quarries and by the 18th century, the caving-in of some of these quarries posed safety threats, so the government ordered reinforcing of the existing quarries and dug new observation tunnels in order to monitor and map the whole place.
As you can see, the system is very complex and vast.
It's very dangerous to get lost in there.
And at the same time, there was a problem in the city with overflowing cemeteries.
So the bones were moved from the cemeteries into the quarries, making them into the catacombs.
The remains of over six million people are housed in there, some over 1,300 years old.
This was taken under the Montparnasse Cemetery where most of the ossuaries are located.
There are also phone cables that were used in the '50s and many bunkers from the World War II era.
This is a German bunker.
Nearby there's a French bunker, and the whole tunnel system is so complex that the two parties never met.
The tunnels are famous for having been used by the Resistance, which Victor Hugo wrote about in "Les Miserables."
And I saw a lot of graffiti from the 1800s, like this one.
After exploring the underground of Paris, I decided to climb up, and I climbed a Gothic monument that's right in the middle of Paris.
This is the Tower of Saint Jacques.
It was built in the early 1500s.
I don't recommend sitting on a gargoyle in the middle of January, naked.
It was not very comfortable. And all this time, I never saw a single rat in any of these places, This was probably the toughest place to explore.
I had to wear a gas mask because of the toxic fumes -- I guess, except for in this picture.
And when the tides of waste matter come in it sounds as if a whole storm is approaching you.
This is a still from a film I worked on recently, called "Blind Door."
I've become more interested in capturing movement and texture.
And the 16mm black-and-white film gave a different feel to it.
And this is the first theater project I worked on.
I adapted and produced "A Dream Play" by August Strindberg.
It was performed last September one time only in the Atlantic Avenue tunnel in Brooklyn, which is considered to be the oldest underground train tunnel in the world, I've been leaning towards more collaborative projects like these, lately.
But whenever I get a chance I still work on my series.
The last place I visited was the Mayan ruins of Copan, Honduras.
This was taken inside an archaeological tunnel in the main temple.
I like doing more than just exploring these spaces.
I feel an obligation to animate and humanize these spaces continually in order to preserve their memories in a creative way -- before they're lost forever.
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Were the attacks from a single herd? Multiple herds? Or was it just some stray goblins?
And from what nest did the herd come from? It was necessary to learn all of these things.
We would then need to destroy the entire nest.
When I told Kathe all of this, she nodded understandingly.
âHow very educational this is.â
âWhile you are strong, Kathe, you are still a beginner as an Adventurer. And so you must listen carefully to what I say.â
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We had three hours to reach the village, which was plenty of time.
And so I would use that time to explain goblin hunting to Kathe as we walked.
âOh! Oh! So thatâs how it is!â
âThis is very helpful.â âAye. I am learning.â
It wasnât just Kathe, but Ginny and Ario also listened carefully.
We took a few breaks on the way, and after walking for three hours, the village came into view.
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And so it would be incredibly helpful if you could restock on location.
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âYes! Please leave it to us.â
âWe have some experience with quests since then. So Iâm used to negotiating now.â
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Suddenly, Grulf started to tug at my sleeve.
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Count Fonan recalled the girl heâd left in the guest room during a pause in his discussion about the future with his head butler, Porto.
âGirl? What girl? Is she an acquaintance of yours?â
âNo... I ran into her on my way back from the Guild this morning. Sheâs extremely gorgeous for a country girl, and I couldnât help but bring her with me.â
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Porto frowned at the Countâs remark and looked at him suspiciously.
âIs she really nothing more than a country girl? To think sheâd show up now, of all times... Sheâs far too suspicious.â
âDonât be stupid. She canât possibly be the Dukeâs or Empireâs spy. Her beauty transcends this line of work. Thereâs something divine about her... She canât possibly be a spy.â
âAre you truly certain, Master?â
âPorto. Even if the girl is a spy, as you claim, do you believe she could locate that room and dismantle a powerful magicianâs barrier in such a short time?â
âI donât know... But we canât be certain. So, if nothing else, please take a look around the room.â
âGood grief... Youâre such a worrywart.â
The Count reasoned that it would be quicker to examine the room than to try to persuade the stubborn Porto to reconsider.
Besides, even though the chance was minimal, it wasnât zero. The Count and Porto exited the Countâs room and made their way to the room disguised as a study near the mansionâs entrance, where the important documents were kept.
âI doubt that something has happened. After all, I even attached a maid to that girl. She wonât be able to act as she pleases.â
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As they reached the room, the Count said as he put his hand on the doorknob. Porto, on the other hand, did not answer and merely urged him to open the door.
The Count entered the room, mumbling languidly once more as if mocking the unyielding head butler.
âSee. Nothing wrong.â
The tiny room disguised as a study appeared to have remained unchanged.
Even if it was small, there would not have been enough time to rummage through it and then rearrange everything. After all, not much time had elapsed between the Countâs first visit to review the documents and this one.
In such a short period of time, determining which room had the documents and then locating them, behind the barrier, would have been impossible.
âJust in case, please check the documents as well.â
âDonât be stupid. Thereâs no need to go that far. Everything appears to be in order. Thereâs no need to double-check them.â
âHowever, only you, Master, can determine whether the barrier is functioning properly.â
âPorto, thatâs enough! For starters, she was empty-handed. Even if she did steal them, sheâd have nowhere to hide them. Just confirm for yourself once you see her.â
The Count admonished his overly concerned subordinate in a somewhat harsher tone, fed up with him. He reasoned that if Porto had this much time on his hands, he should go into the guest room and look at the girl in person.
The Count slammed the door to the study shut and hurried to the guest room.
âM-Master! If something actually happens, itâll be too late!â
âPorto, enough already! You stated that all I had to do was examine the room.â
The Count moved quickly, and Porto struggled to keep up with him. When the Count finally arrived in front of the guest room, Porto stood in front of him.
âPorto... This is crossing the line.â
The Count roared angrily at the head butler. In turn, the old man knelt and bowed.
âMaster, please reconsider... I have a bad feeling about this...â
âPorto... Fine! You should thank yourself for being so loyal all this time. However, know this. There wonât be a second time.â
Portoâs voice was laced with anguish as the Count slowly turned around.
âAlthough itâs annoying, if double-checking the documents will make you listen then so be it. Donât dawdle. Weâre going back.â
âU-Understood. T-Thank you.â
Although irritated, the Count knew he wouldnât be able to enjoy his time with the girl he had brought back unless he first addressed his nagging butler.
So, for his own sake, he decided to double-check the paperwork, which he still considered pointless. Regardless, this left a very good impression on Porto.
Porto hurriedly followed the Count as he turned back and walked to the study.
âCount Fonan, where are you going?â
The door to the guest room, which the Count had just turned away from, opened, and he was stopped by a clear, lovely voice. As though ensnared by the lovely voice, the Count came to a halt and turned his body back toward the guest room, his smile unmasked.
âZera. I apologize for making you wait.â
When the Count turned around, he saw a woman of otherworldly beauty. Zera shook her head and raised her concerned eyes toward the Count.
âItâs okay. You donât need to apologize... I can see that you are a busy man, and it appears that I have arrived at an awkward time. I appreciate you inviting me here, but Iâm afraid Iâll have to leave.â
âWhat? Please, wait. Thereâs no need to go. Iâve finished my business, so letâs go and talk.â
âM-Master!â
Zera was not from the City of Logholt. Count Fonan realized that if he let her go now, he wouldnât be able to see her again for a long time. So he resolved to make her his today.
Count Fonan attempted to keep his avaricious intentions disguised as he convinced Zera to return to the guest room, but Porto, who stood next to him, protested.
âMaster, you canât! We must go and check!â
âPorto. You...â
When Zera heard Porto yell, she shuddered in fear. Because Count Fonan was enthralled by Zeraâs delicate appearance, he was enraged at Porto for inadvertently scaring her.
âPlease, let her wait a bit longer. The documents should be prioritized!â
âSilence! Look at her! Does she really look like someone who would approach me with some kind of scheme? The documents and such can wait!â
After the Count chastised Porto for his opinion of Zera, he smiled softly at Zera.
âZera. I apologize for my butlerâs behavior.â
âI-Itâs okay... However, I really should go. Please excuse me.â
Despite the Countâs smiles and interventions, Zera seemed terrified of Porto. She attempted to leave the mansion while glancing fearfully at Porto.
âMaster. Now is not the time to be distracted by women. The Fonan familyâs life is at stake. Please, reconsider.â
Count Fonan was about to yell at Porto for whispering in his ear when it occurred to him that his head butler could have a point.
If the Fonan family was disposed of, just as Porto feared, then he himself would perish as well. He wouldnât be able to spend time with women if that happened. Count Fonan had an innate sense for self-preservation. The fear of ruin rattled his head, which was imprisoned by the gorgeous woman in front of him.
As though she couldnât bear seeing the Countâs anguish any longer, Zera approached him and handed him a piece of paper.
âThis is the address of the inn where Iâm staying. I was planning to depart tomorrow, but I decided to extend my stay. You are welcome to come see me once your business is completed.â
âThank you. Iâll definitely come!â
âAh?!â
The Count grabbed Zera by the waist and hugged her passionately as she stared up at him with moist eyes. Zera let out a tiny cry of shock at the unexpected embrace, but after a moment, she slid her face hesitantly toward his chest.
âIâll be waiting.â
She whispered, her voice shaking, as she gently pressed her palm against the Countâs chest and stepped away. She then raised her dazzling jade eyes to the Count. The Countâs heart stopped just by glancing at Zeraâs expression. He felt like heâd just discovered love for the first time.
He believed that Zera was truly a magical woman.
Count Fonan sensed an odd sensation during their embrace, but he chose not to dwell on it and instead placed his right hand on Zeraâs head.
Zera also smiled in response.
Her beauty tempted the Count to make her his right now, but his butlerâs tactless words jolted him back to reality.
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âListen, just drinking this wonât improve the strength of emission.â
âHuh, so itâs useless in the end?â
âNo, I suppose that wasnât quite accurate. It does strengthen it, but you canât make proper use of it...â
âSo it needs training?â
âWell, you could say that, I guess? Look, even if you make a hole in the bank, if you donât guide the water through it you canât draw it out, right? And guiding it requires quite a bit of getting used to. So at first, someone has to assist you with it.â
She looked like a real doctor now that she was explaining all that to me with her index finger pointed up. However, looking at her behaviour my danger sense started to act up.
Even so, if I wanted to live like an ordinary person from now on, I had to muster my courage and ask.
âUhh... Assist me how?â
âLetâs see. Specifically, they have to forcefully suck out the excess magic accumulated in your body.â
âThatâs possible?â
âOf course. Thatâs why I strengthened your emission. But well, about the method...â
Saying that, Tricia revealed an impish smile stemming from her innermost feelings. It gave me chills and I took a step back while hugging my shoulders.
âIt goes without saying, it has to be sucked through a kiss!â
I yelled out without thinking. A kiss, she said? Why did I have to do something like that?
âWell, you need keywords to use magic, right? Aside from exceptions like Lady Maria.â
âI told you to stop referring to me with that title...â
Maria started sulking because of the lady treatment, but letâs leave her aside for now. Triciaâs explanation was more important than that. I could see Gadius restraining Lyell who was about to lose control.
âIn other words, magic power comes out through the mouth. Or rather, I suppose the throat itself would be more accurate, since thatâs what produces that voice? And the magic power follows the produced voice, get it?â
âSince it comes out from the mouth, that place is the easiest to extract it from. So when it comes to extracting magic through it, it stands to reason that it would be easier for the extractor to use the mouth too.â
I felt like she just made a big leap in logic with that weird theory.
âIf magic could be released in the atmosphere without spells or magic circles, there would be no buildup disease. And magic power fundamentally has the inclination to build up inside the body. So transferring from one body to another would prove to be far easier. And thatâs where the kiss comes in!â
So in other words, our lips needed to be in direct contact to transfer my magic power to the other person? Her explanation revolved so fast I was not fully convinced, though.
âWith that being the case, whoâs going to help Nicole?â
Tricia dropped a bomb with a totally amused expression. Hearing that, Lyell raised his hand with all his strength.
âMe, me! I canât let another man take my daughterâs lips! Itâs time for the reliable daddy to make his appearance, wouldnât you agree?â
âSheâs too young to kiss a man. So it should be me, her mother, instead, right?â
Certainly, Maria was the most suitable choice from the medical perspective. But there was no way I could kiss her, considering I couldnât even suck her breasts before.
âDear, Nicoleâs so cold to me!â
âDid her rebellious age come already...? Isnât it a bit too early, I wonder?â
âThatâs not the problem here. In the first place, donât you always return to the village? We donât know when I will collapse and need emergency help, so it would be better to choose someone who actually lives in this town.â
âGh... As expected from my daughter, but Iâm still impressed by that cool-headed analysis.â
âSheâs actually nothing like you.â
âWhaa-!?â
Leaving the shocked Lyell aside, Maxwell and Gadius who were opposite... or rather, same as my mental gender, out of question. Which left Tricia, Cortina, Letina, Michelle and Finia, I suppose?
âOkay, Letina is out.â
âEhhh, why!â
âIf the rumours spread that I kissed the daughter of the Marquis, Iâm not sure what that could lead to.â
Indeed, Letina was the daughter of a leader of this kingdom, even if she didnât look the part. I didnât want any bad rumours spreading around her.
âAnd I suppose Dr. Tricia is not good either. She never leaves her office, after all.â
There was no knowing when I would collapse, so choosing someone so separated from me when I needed immediate treatment would prove to be fatal.
Based on that same logic, Michelle was not an option either, because she spent the day in the nearby Adventurer Training School. Besides, it would be too pitiable if I took her first kiss.
âWhich leaves Cortina, whoâs my homeroom teacher, and Finia, I guess?â
âStop wording it like we are some leftovers. I have no objections though.â
âMaybe my desires played some part there...â
âHmm? Did you say something?â
âNo, itâs nothing.â
I had an opportunity to kiss the girl I confessed to once. I felt it was a bit... no, quite a cowardly thought, but I didnât want to let go of this chance. It did make me feel a bit... quite a bit pathetic, though.
âWell then, Iâll teach you how to do it. First, smear this nectar on your tongue. Then, kiss and entwine your tongues. After that, the magic power should flow towards the less saturated direction on its own.â
âSo I have to drink the medicine more than once?â
âWell, yes, itâs used to expand the power of the emission. You have to keep drinking it and have your body get accustomed to it.â
I took the medicine from the doctor and timidly smeared it on my tongue. Along with the strong flowery scent, a numbing stimulus spread through it. Tongues werenât supposed to be so easy to stimulate.
âOkay, here I go... Itâs making me nervous for some reason.â
Cortina put her hands on my cheeks and drew her slightly flushed face closer. She was simply kissing the daughter of her close friends, so it was probably on the level of kissing a pet for her.
But I was different â I had desires that followed me from my previous life. My heart started to violently pound, and I instinctively clutched the clothes near my chest.
âDonât be so nervous. Here I goâmmph.â
A little bashfully, Cortina overlapped her lips to mine. Then, her warm tongue quickly invaded my mouth and played with my own.
It was followed by an immediate change. It felt as if all the nerves on my back were being pulled out. They received such stimulus that I couldnât even distinguish whether it was pain or shock that I was feeling.
âMgh!? Mnn!â
My body became completely stiff and started to convulse. The unknown sensation tormented me; making me twitch, stiffen and finally lose all my strength.
After that, Cortina finally withdrew her lips.
âPhew. How did that go, Nicole?â
âHaa, ahh.â
The fatigue had certainly left my body. But a different sensation assaulted me now, making me unable to answer.
We had to keep doing something like this?
âWell that was okay-ish, I guess? Do that in the morning and evening every day.â
âEvery day!?â
âOf course. They drink medicine every day right?â
âUgh, well, yes, but... But look how Nicoleâs acting. Wouldnât that put a burden on her?â
âJust think of it as rehabilitation. Sheâll get used to it before long.â
She said it casually, but I couldnât even feel my back. I weakly collapsed on the ground and overheard the surrounding conversations.
âAah! Nicole has... Nicole has been dirtieeed!â
âHey! Donât say something so scandalous!â
âOh, but doesnât she look like a proper female now?â
âMaria, not you too, what are you saying!?â
Cortina and Lyell were in an uproar. I had to keep on doing this every day. It was needed to get healthy, but would I really last through it all? It was tough both physically and mentally.
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They are very important to how we communicate with each other.
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And what I'm going to do in the next five minutes is take you through a process where we tried to create a reasonably photo-realistic computer-generated face, using some computer graphics technology we've developed, and also some collaborators at a company called Image Metrics.
And we're going to try to do a photo-real face of an actress named Emily O'Brien, who is right there.
And that's actually a completely computer-generated rendering of her face.
By the end of the talk, we're going to see it move.
The way that we did this is we tried to start with Emily herself, who was gracious enough to come to our laboratory in Marina Del Rey, and sit for a session in Light Stage 5.
This is a face-scanning sphere, with 156 white LEDs all around in a series of very controlled illumination conditions.
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We shoot all of these photographs in about three seconds.
And we basically capture enough information with video projector patterns that drape over the contours of her face, and different principle directions of light from the light stage, to figure out both the coarse-scale and the fine-scale detail of her face.
If we zoom in on this photograph right here, we can see it's a really nice photograph to have of her, because she is lit from absolutely everywhere at the same time to get a nice image of her facial texture.
And in addition, we've actually used polarizers on all the lights -- just like polarized sunglasses can block the glare off of the road, polarizers can block the shine off of the skin, so we don't get all those specular reflections to take this map.
Now, if we turn the polarizers around just a little bit, we can actually bring that specular reflection of the skin back in, and you can see she looks kind of shiny and oily at this point.
If you take the difference between these two images here, you can get an image lit from the entire sphere of light of just the shine off of Emily's skin.
I don't think any photograph like this had ever been taken before we had done this.
And this is very important light to capture, because this is the light that reflects off the first surface of the skin.
It doesn't get underneath the translucent layers of the skin and blur out.
And, as a result, it's a very good cue to the detailed shape of the skin-pore structure and all of the fine wrinkles that all of us have, the things that actually make us look like real humans.
So, if we use information that comes off of this specular reflection, we can go from a traditional face scan that might have the gross contours of the face and the basic shape, that puts in all of that skin pore structure and fine wrinkles.
And, even more importantly, since this is a photometric process that only takes three seconds to capture, we can shoot Emily in just part of an afternoon, in many different facial poses and facial expressions.
So, here you can see her moving her eyes around, moving her mouth around.
And these we're actually going to use to create a photo-real digital character.
If you take a look at these scans that we have of Emily, you can see that the human face does an enormous amount of amazing things as it goes into different facial expressions.
You can see things. Not only the face shape changes, but all sorts of different skin buckling and skin wrinkling occurs.
You can see that the skin pore structure changes enormously from stretched skin pores to the regular skin texture.
You can see the furrows in the brow and how the microstructure changes there.
You can see muscles pulling down at flesh to bring her eyebrows down.
Her muscles bulging in her forehead when she winces like that.
In addition to this kind of high-resolution geometry, since it's all captured with cameras, we've got a great texture map to use for the face.
And by looking at how the different color channels of the illumination, the red and the green and the blue, diffuse the light differently, we can come up with a way of shading the skin on the computer.
Then, instead of looking like a plaster mannequin, it actually looks like it's made out of living human flesh.
And this is what we used to give to the company Image Metrics to create a rigged, digital version of Emily.
We're just seeing the coarse-scale geometry here.
But they basically created a digital puppet of her, where you can pull on these various strings, and it actually moves her face in ways that are completely consistent with the scans that we took.
And, in addition to the coarse-scale geometry, to create a set of what are called "displacement maps" that animate as well.
These are the displacement maps here.
And you can see those different wrinkles actually show up as she animates.
So the next process was then to animate her.
We actually used one of her own performances to provide the source data.
So, by analyzing this video with computer vision techniques, they were able to drive the facial rig with the computer-generated performance.
So what you're going to see now, after this, is a completely photo-real digital face.
We can turn the volume up a little bit if that's available.
Emily: Image Metrics is a markerless, performance-driven animation company.
We specialize in high-quality facial animation for video games and films.
Image Metrics is a markerless, performance-driven animation company.
We specialize in high quality facial animation for video games and films.
Paul Debevec: So, if we break that down into layers, here's that diffuse component we saw in the first slide.
Here is the specular component animating.
You can see all the wrinkles happening there.
And there is the underlying wireframe mesh.
And that is Emily herself.
Now, where are we going with this here?
We've gone a little bit beyond Light Stage 5. This is Light Stage 6, and we're looking at taking this technology and applying it to whole human bodies.
This is Bruce Lawmen, one of our researchers in the group, who graciously agreed to get captured running in the Light Stage.
And let's take a look at a computer-generated version of Bruce, running in a new environment.
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ãããã¨ãããããžã | So, the assignment I've been given may be an insuperable obstacle for me, but I'm certainly going to try.
What have I heard during these last four days?
This is my third visit to TED.
One was to TEDMED, and one, as you've heard, was a regular TED two years ago.
I've heard what I consider an extraordinary thing that I've only heard a little bit in the two previous TEDs, of a sense of social responsibility in so many of the talks -- global responsibility, in fact, appealing to enlightened self-interest, but it goes far beyond enlightened self-interest.
about what some, perhaps 10, of the speakers have been talking about is the realization, as you listen to them carefully, that they're not saying: Well, this is what we should do; this is what I would like you to do.
It's: This is what I have done because I'm excited by it, because it's a wonderful thing, and it's done something for me and, of course, it's accomplished a great deal.
It's the old concept, the real Greek concept, of philanthropy in its original sense: phil-anthropy, the love of humankind.
for some of what you've been hearing in the last four days is that it arises, in fact, out of a form of love.
And this gives me enormous hope.
And hope, of course, is the topic that I'm supposed to be speaking about, which I'd completely forgotten about until I arrived.
And when I did, I thought, well, I'd better look this word up in the dictionary.
So, Sarah and I -- my wife -- walked over to the public library, which is four blocks away, on Pacific Street, and we got the OED, and we looked in there, and there are 14 definitions of hope, none of which really hits you between the eyes as being the appropriate one.
And, of course, that makes sense, because hope is an abstract phenomenon; it's an abstract idea, it's not a concrete word.
Well, it reminds me a little bit of surgery.
If there's one operation for a disease, you know it works.
If there are 15 operations, you know that none of them work.
And that's the way it is with definitions of words.
If you have appendicitis, they take your appendix out, and you're cured.
If you've got reflux oesophagitis, there are 15 procedures, and Joe Schmo does it one way and Will Blow does it another way, and none of them work, and that's the way it is with this word, hope.
They all come down to the idea of an expectation of something good that is due to happen.
And you know what I found out?
The Indo-European root of the word hope is a stem, K-E-U -- we would spell it K-E-U; it's pronounced koy -- and it is the same root from which the word curve comes from.
But what it means in the original Indo-European is a change in direction, going in a different way.
And I find that very interesting and very provocative, because what you've been hearing in the last couple of days is the sense of going in different directions: directions that are specific and unique to problems.
There are different paradigms.
You've heard that word several times in the last four days, and everyone's familiar with Kuhnian paradigms.
So, when we think of hope now, we have to think of looking in other directions than we have been looking.
There's another -- not definition, but description, of hope that has always appealed to me, and it was one by VÃĄclav Havel in his perfectly spectacular book "Breaking the Peace," in which he says that hope does not consist of the expectation that things will come out exactly right, but the expectation that they will make sense regardless of how they come out.
I can't tell you how reassured I was by the very last sentence in that glorious presentation by Dean Kamen a few days ago.
I wasn't sure I heard it right, so I found him in one of the inter-sessions.
He was talking to a very large man, but I didn't care.
I interrupted, and I said, "Did you say this?"
He said, "I think so."
So, here's what it is: I'll repeat it.
"The world will not be saved by the Internet."
It's wonderful. Do you know what the world will be saved by?
I'll tell you. It'll be saved by the human spirit.
And by the human spirit, I don't mean anything divine, I don't mean anything supernatural -- certainly not coming from this skeptic.
What I mean is this ability that each of us has to be something greater than herself or himself; to arise out of our ordinary selves and achieve something that at the beginning we thought perhaps we were not capable of.
On an elemental level, we have all felt that spirituality at the time of childbirth.
Some of you have felt it in laboratories; some of you have felt it at the workbench.
We feel it at concerts.
I've felt it in the operating room, at the bedside.
It is an elevation of us beyond ourselves.
the elements of the human spirit that we've been hearing about bit by bit by bit from so many of the speakers in the last few days.
And if there's anything that has permeated this room, it is precisely that.
I'm intrigued by a concept that was brought to life in the early part of the 19th century -- actually, in the second decade of the 19th century -- by a 27-year-old poet whose name was Percy Shelley.
Now, we all think that Shelley obviously is the great romantic poet that he was; many of us tend to forget that he wrote some perfectly wonderful essays, too, and the most well-remembered essay is one called "A Defence of Poetry."
Now, it's about five, six, seven, eight pages long, and it gets kind of deep and difficult after about the third page, but somewhere on the second page he begins talking about the notion that he calls "moral imagination."
And here's what he says, roughly translated: A man -- generic man -- a man, to be greatly good, must imagine clearly.
He must see himself and the world through the eyes of another, and of many others.
See himself and the world -- not just the world, but see himself.
What is it that is expected of us by the billions of people who live in what Laurie Garrett the other day so appropriately called despair and disparity?
What is it that they have every right to ask of us?
What is it that we have every right to ask of ourselves, out of our shared humanity and out of the human spirit?
Well, you know precisely what it is.
There's a great deal of argument about whether we, as the great nation that we are, should be the policeman of the world, but there should be virtually no argument about whether we should be the world's healer.
There has certainly been no argument about that in this room in the past four days.
So, if we are to be the world's healer, every disadvantaged person in this world -- including in the United States -- becomes our patient.
Every disadvantaged nation, and perhaps our own nation, becomes our patient.
So, it's fun to think about the etymology of the word "patient."
It comes initially from the Latin patior, to endure, or to suffer.
So, you go back to the old Indo-European root again, and what do you find? The Indo-European stem is pronounced payen -- we would spell it P-A-E-N -- and, lo and behold, mirabile dictu, it is the same root as the word compassion comes from, P-A-E-N.
So, the lesson is very clear. The lesson is that our patient -- the world, and the disadvantaged of the world -- that patient deserves our compassion.
But beyond our compassion, and far greater than compassion, is our moral imagination and our identification with each individual who lives in that world, not to think of them as a huge forest, but as individual trees.
Of course, in this day and age, the trick is not to let each tree be obscured by that Bush in Washington that can get -- can get in the way.
So, here we are.
morally committed to being the healer of the world.
And we have had examples over and over and over again -- you've just heard one in the last 15 minutes -- of people who have not only had that commitment, but had the charisma, the brilliance -- and I think in this room it's easy to use the word brilliant, my God -- the brilliance to succeed at least at the beginning of their quest, and who no doubt will continue to succeed,
as long as more and more of us enlist ourselves in their cause.
Now, if we're talking about medicine, and we're talking about healing, I'd like to quote someone who hasn't been quoted.
It seems to me everybody in the world's been quoted here: Pogo's been quoted; Shakespeare's been quoted backwards, forwards, inside out.
I would like to quote one of my own household gods.
I suspect he never really said this, because we don't know what Hippocrates really said, but we do know for sure that one of the great Greek physicians said the following, and it has been recorded in one of the books attributed to Hippocrates, and the book is called "Precepts."
And I'll read you what it is.
Remember, I have been talking about, the love of humankind, the individual humankind and the individual humankind that can bring that kind of love translated into action, translated, in some cases, into enlightened self-interest.
And here he is, 2,400 years ago: "Where there is love of humankind, there is love of healing."
We have seen that here today with the sense, with the sensitivity -- and in the last three days, and with the power of the indomitable human spirit.
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It was in the books; it was inside the teacher's head; and she needed to go there to get the information, because that's how you learned.
Fast-forward a generation: this is the one-room schoolhouse, Oak Grove, where my father went to a one-room schoolhouse.
And he again had to travel to the school to get the information from the teacher, stored it in the only portable memory he has, which is inside his own head, and take it with him, because that is how information was being transported from teacher to student and then used in the world.
When I was a kid, we had a set of encyclopedias at my house.
It was purchased the year I was born, and it was extraordinary, because I did not have to wait to go to the library to get to the information.
The information was inside my house and it was awesome.
This was different than either generation had experienced before, and it changed the way I interacted with information even at just a small level.
But the information was closer to me.
I could get access to it.
between when I was a kid in high school and when I started teaching, we really see the advent of the Internet.
Right about the time that the Internet gets going I take off from Wisconsin and move to Kansas, small town Kansas, in a lovely, small-town, rural Kansas school district, where I was teaching my favorite subject, American government.
My first year -- super gung-ho -- going to teach American government, loved the political system.
Kids in the 12th grade: not exactly all that enthusiastic about the American government system.
Year two: learned a few things -- had to change my tactic.
And I put in front of them an authentic experience that allowed them to learn for themselves.
I didn't tell them what to do or how to do it.
I posed a problem in front of them, which was to put on an election forum for their own community.
They produced flyers. They called offices.
They checked schedules. They were meeting with secretaries.
They produced an election forum booklet for the entire town to learn more about their candidates.
They invited everyone into the school for an evening of conversation about government and politics and whether or not the streets were done well, and really had this robust experiential learning.
The older teachers -- more experienced -- looked at me and went, "Oh, there she is. That's so cute. She's trying to get that done."
"She doesn't know what she's in for."
But I knew that the kids would show up, and I believed it, and I told them every week what I expected out of them.
And that night, all 90 kids -- dressed appropriately, doing their job, owning it.
I had to just sit and watch.
It was theirs. It was experiential. It was authentic.
It meant something to them.
And they will step up.
From Kansas, I moved on to lovely Arizona, where I taught in Flagstaff for a number of years, this time with middle school students.
Luckily, I didn't have to teach them American government.
Could teach them the more exciting topic of geography.
Again, "thrilled" to learn. But what was interesting about this position I found myself in in Arizona, was I had this really extraordinarily eclectic group of kids to work with in a truly public school, and we got to have these moments where we would get these opportunities.
And one opportunity was we got to go and meet Paul Rusesabagina, that the movie "Hotel Rwanda" is based after.
And he was going to speak at the high school next door to us.
We could walk there. We didn't even have to pay for the buses.
There was no expense cost. Perfect field trip.
The problem then becomes how do you take seventh- and eighth-graders to a talk about genocide and deal with the subject in a way that is responsible and respectful, and they know what to do with it.
And so we chose to look at Paul Rusesabagina as an example of a gentleman who singularly used his life to do something positive.
I then challenged the kids to identify someone in their own life, or in their own story, or in their own world, that they could identify that had done a similar thing.
I asked them to produce a little movie about it.
It's the first time we'd done this.
Nobody really knew how to make these little movies on the computer, but they were into it. And I asked them to put their own voice over it.
It was the most awesome moment of revelation that when you ask kids to use their own voice and ask them to speak for themselves, what they're willing to share.
The last question of the assignment is: how do you plan to use your life to positively impact other people?
The things that kids will say when you ask them and take the time to listen is extraordinary.
Fast-forward to Pennsylvania, where I find myself today.
I teach at the Science Leadership Academy, which is a partnership school between the Franklin Institute and the school district of Philadelphia.
We are a nine through 12 public school, but we do school quite differently.
I moved there primarily to be part of a learning environment that validated the way that I knew that kids learned, and that really wanted to investigate what was possible when you are willing to let go of some of the paradigms of the past, of information scarcity when my grandmother was in school and when my father was in school and even when I was in school, and to a moment when we have information surplus.
So what do you do when the information is all around you?
Why do you have kids come to school if they no longer have to come there to get the information?
In Philadelphia we have a one-to-one laptop program, so the kids are bringing in laptops with them everyday, taking them home, getting access to information.
And here's the thing that you need to get comfortable with when you've given the tool to acquire information to students, is that you have to be comfortable with this idea of allowing kids to fail as part of the learning process.
We deal right now in the educational landscape with an infatuation with the culture of one right answer that can be properly bubbled on the average multiple choice test, and I am here to share with you: it is not learning.
That is the absolute wrong thing to ask, to tell kids to never be wrong.
To ask them to always have the right answer doesn't allow them to learn.
So we did this project, and this is one of the artifacts of the project.
I almost never show them off because of the issue of the idea of failure.
My students produced these info-graphics as a result of a unit that we decided to do at the end of the year responding to the oil spill.
I asked them to take the examples that we were seeing of the info-graphics that existed and take a look at what were the interesting components of it, and produce one for themselves of a different man-made disaster from American history.
And they had certain criteria to do it.
They were a little uncomfortable with it, They can talk -- they're very smooth, and they can write very, very well, but asking them to communicate ideas in a different way was a little uncomfortable for them.
But I gave them the room to just do the thing.
Go create. Go figure it out.
Let's see what we can do.
And the student that persistently turns out the best visual product did not disappoint.
This was done in like two or three days.
And this is the work of the student that consistently did it.
And when I sat the students down, I said, "Who's got the best one?"
And they immediately went, "There it is."
Didn't read anything. "There it is."
And I said, "Well what makes it great?"
And they're like, "Oh, the design's good, and he's using good color.
And there's some ... " And they went through all that we processed out loud.
And I said, "Go read it."
And they're like, "Oh, that one wasn't so awesome."
And then we went to another one -- it didn't have great visuals, but it had great information -- and spent an hour talking about the learning process, because it wasn't about whether or not it was perfect, or whether or not it was what I could create.
It asked them to create for themselves, and it allowed them to fail, process, learn from.
And when we do another round of this in my class this year, they will do better this time, because learning has to include an amount of failure, because failure is instructional in the process.
There are a million pictures that I could click through here, and had to choose carefully -- this is one of my favorites -- of students learning, of what learning can look like in a landscape where we let go of the idea that kids have to come to school to get the information, but instead, ask them what they can do with it.
Ask them really interesting questions.
They will not disappoint.
Ask them to go to places, to see things for themselves, to actually experience the learning, to play, to inquire.
This is one of my favorite photos, because this was taken on Tuesday, when I asked the students to go to the polls.
This is Robbie, and this was his first day of voting, and he wanted to share that with everybody and do that.
But this is learning too, because we asked them to go out into real spaces.
The main point is that, if we continue to look at education as if it's about coming to school to get the information and not about experiential learning, empowering student voice and embracing failure, we're missing the mark.
And everything that everybody is talking about today isn't possible if we keep having an educational system that does not value these qualities, because we won't get there with a standardized test, and we won't get there with a culture of one right answer.
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Although I didnât know who was in charge of the battle in the palace, they sure had amazing skills in controlling information and leadership.
After I finished the procedure needed to enter the palace in a rather high-paced fashion, I entered the Crown Princeâs office. While wondering if His Highness had a lot of things to do after our meeting, I bowed to him.
âYour Highness. Welner von Zeavert, at your service.â
âSir Welner. Thank you for coming and good work.â
âI am grateful for your words, but it was not my achievement alone.â
âIâm not talking about Finnoi. Iâm talking about the incident in Alea village.â
As I looked at His Highness with a confused expression, he started to explain.
âFirst of all, I commend you for protecting the family of the Hero Mazell.â
âMazellâs little sister vaguely remembered what happened when she was almost kidnapped, so we were able to gain information from her. We were only able to question her because Sir let the Hearthing family return first to the capital. If we did not have her information, the damage we suffered might be worse.â
âWhat kind of information did she have to make you say so, Your Highness?â
According to His Highness, when Lily-san was about to be fed âsomethingâ, she heard the words [use her body] and [resurrection] but she didnât understand what they meant by [use her body]. I guess, just like her brother, she had an excellent memory.
The Mage Captain also reported that the black gem had a mysterious ability to fascinate people who saw it, and there was also a report that Sir Puckler, who was investigating the gem, had been acting strangely.
The last piece of information was that one of the black gems which was supposed to be in the capital was somehow discovered in Alea Village. Putting all known information together, His Highness had one guess.
âMost likely, the black gems are the devilâs soul. The words [use her body] meant that the black gems can take over or manipulate their victim. Since one of the black gems had been taken out of the capital, we can assume that someone has fallen to its fascination.â
âI see...â
âIn addition, I used the Mangold investigationâs result, which Sir has given us, as a reference, and began my own investigation. I found that the hooded figure who Mangold had been meeting with was, in fact, Puckler, so it all fits.â
With His Highnessâs explanation, I finally understood how the Demon Generals in the game were resurrected. So they were the type of enemies who wouldnât die until you didnât destroy their cores. Wait...
If the demon generals revived by taking control of someone elseâs body... if the black gem that appeared in the Alea Village was Dreaxâs core and if Lily-san had eaten it...
Wouldnât that mean that Mazell would have to fight the Demon General Dreax, who had taken control of his sisterâs body, in Finnoi or in some other dungeons? In short, Mazell would have ended up pointing his sword toward his own sister!? If I didnât make it in time... a chill ran down on my spine.
I needed to explain the danger of the black gems to Mazell, but letâs keep it a secret from Lily-san.
Still, I wondered whose body the Demon Generals used to revive in the game? Maybe it was His Highnessâs body or maybe the body of the Knight Captain? Was it possible that they didnât die but were captured alive in the demon outbreak (Stampede) event?
If they were actually captured alive in the demon outbreak, that would mean that the story began to change all the way to when we defeated the demon outbreak.
Yet another question came to my mind. Just how exactly did the capital get destroyed in the game? Letâs assume that when I met Sir Puckler, which means before Laura joined the hero party, demons had already infiltrated the capital.
In the game, maybe Mazell didnât find the black gem. But after he left the place where he defeated the outbreak mastermind, the kingdom should have sent an investigator to that place and the investigator should have found the gem. But in the end, that gem didnât appear in the game, so perhaps the person who found it might be a demon disguised as a human, which was why they hid the gemâs existence. If that was true, that means even that early into the game, the demon had infiltrated the capital.
At first, I thought that the capital was destroyed in the game because of an external attack, but maybe what had actually happened was the capital was destroyed by the infiltrating demons. Which begat a question, why?
I assumed the event where the capital was destroyed in the game was a convenient plot device to make Mazell a king but if the demons had planned to destroy the capital from the very start and even made this intricate plan to do so, the demon must have had a proper purpose to destroy the capital, but what was that purpose?
I almost began to get lost in my own thoughts, but I stopped. This wasnât the time to think about that. His Highness then continued his story.
âBy carefully tracking down the people who had contacted Puckler, we were able to sort out who was suspicious in the capital. Thanks to the hard work of the guards and the knights, the palace was cleaned up yesterday, but...â
âBut?â
âPuckler, or rather, the devil who claimed to be one of the demon generals, Gezarius, who had taken over Pucklerâs body might have escaped. One of our men who was greedy for achievements attacked Puckler before the encirclement was finished, causing him to escape. This was a painful mistake.â
His Highness was mocking himself, but what caught my attention wasnât that but the devilâs name. Gezarius? Who the hell was he? That name never appeared in the game.
The Demon Generals I knew were Dreax, Beliulace, and the guy that appeared later in the game, Avadorus. A Demon General named Gezarius didnât appear in the game. Wait a minute...
At that time, I thought what the Demon Generals were guarding was the room, not the doors, but what if what they were actually guarding were the doors? Since there were four doors, that would mean there were supposed to be four Demon Generals, not three.
Maybe there was actually the fourth demon general, but he was cut off from the game because of insufficient memory. If this was true, then Gezariusâ appearance would make sense, but there were still too many questions that I didnât have any answer to, but for now, letâs focus on thinking about the problem in front of me.
âWhat do you mean by âmightâ?â
âThe encirclement composed of the Mage Unit, the Royal Guard, and the palace guard has certainly given him a close to fatal wound. But after that, he crossed the palace walls to escape and then he disappeared. We also couldnât find the black gem. Sir, what do you think about this incident?â
âWe have to assume that he can return to a human form, though I hope this isnât true.â
âI agree.â
If he could return to his human form, then it would be almost impossible to search for him among the many humans who lived in the capital. Or rather, he disappeared? Really? Even though, in the game, you couldnât avoid a boss battle with a demon general no matter what you did?
âDid our side suffer any damages?â
âYes. We have a fair amount of casualties and some missing people. We knew Puckler might be a devil, so we kept our guard up around him but we never expected that he, a demon commander, would just straight up reveal himself and go on a rampage in the middle of the laboratory.â
Well, since he didnât try to deceive us with his words or anything else, but just straight up went into a rampage, it would be no wonder that we had some casualty on our side. Maybe the demon side had also been cautious ever since they were found infiltrating Finnoi.
Moreover, according to His Highness, Sir Pucklerâs body swelled up and when it looked like it was about to explode, that was when the demon general revealed himself. Your train of thought would stop if you saw that kind of scene. Even the adventurers would be surprised.
But from His Highnessâ story, I could conclude that with proper preparation, the Knights and the Mages of this world could fight with a demon general. Good thing I could confirm this.
I wouldnât go as far as to say he had planned everything perfectly but at least someone on the level of a demon general should have prepared some kind of âinsuranceâ in case he was found out, right? Maybe there were some devils disguised as humans among the people that went missing in this incident, and they were the ones that took the black gems. Letâs investigate this later.
Now that I think about it, why the Demon King was revived was also a mystery. I wonder if the Demon King was revived by taking over someone elseâs body, just like the Demon generals... Ah!! stop thinking too much, me!
âWill this incident affect the research about countermeasures against Area Magic?â
So no actual harm was done. As long as the researchers were fine, I could assume that there was no problem with the research. On the other hand, the fact that they didnât even come out with such a big commotion might mean that the research has progressed little, but I guess I should be happy because the research project didnât suffer any actual harm. Plus, if the research had actually progressed by leap and bound, the research team might have been targeted by the devils.
âSpeaking of which, what sort of appearance does the demon commander have?â
âHe looked like a mix between a lion and a human. He was fast, strong, and the most troublesome trait of his was his great jumping power.â
Wait, that would mean...
â...Will the area near the land that was formerly Triot become dangerous?â
âSo you noticed it... or rather have you also been investigating this, Sir?â
His Highness looked surprised. Actually, I investigated nothing, Your Highness. In the game, the area near Triot was where Lycanthrope-type demons like the Werewolves and Weretiger often appeared. It looked like His Highness misunderstood me, though.
âI also got the information from the refugees that the area near Triot was where many werewolves often appeared. If that guy is alive, then as Sir has probably feared, he will most likely flee there and is currently building up his force.â
âWouldnât that mean the Marquis Knapâs territory, which bordered Triot, is in the most danger?â
âSir is correct, but we canât just send our military force to a nobleâs territory.â
It would be impossible for Marquis Knap to defend his territory alone but if the kingdom sent a military force and created defense facilities in the Knapâs territory, it would cause problems like, would that area where the defense facilities were to be built become the property of the royal family? And who would take care of the food supplies of that military force? Everything would be easier if the Marquis house understood the situation and asked the kingdom for help, but I doubt the Marquis and his vassals would do that. | {
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âOh, Yossack-san.â
After some time, the surrounding areaâs humidity started to progressively rise, signaling the arrival of the rainy season.
Yossack, a hunter from Maunpir Village, visited Pumpkin at his base when he was in Lean Forest.
âWhatâs going on today?â
âI am here to deliver you a message.â
âA message?â
Yossack was seated on a stump that was prepared as a simple chair and turned towards Pumpkin, who was working on the field.
Incidentally, after the relationship with Tangosack has improved, Yossack will from time to time pay a visit to his base and inform him about Maunpir Village as well as other matters related to the outside world.
As for the vegetables in the field, they have all started to sprout safely.
âKimiko... Oh, Iâm speaking of Tangosackâs wife. A child has been born to Kimiko and Tangosack.â
âSeriously!? When did that...â
After hearing this, Pumpkin stopped doing his farm work, his eyes widened as he turned towards Yossack.
âSeriously? [i] Is that a word from an urban district? Oh, this happened only the day before yesterday. It took some time, but the baby was born safely.â
âAh, I see... Thatâs good to hear.â
He let out a sigh of relief as Yossack followed up with a few words.
Pumpkin was really relieved. To face it, the level of technology in this world didnât seem to be very high in terms of its capacity to adapt to unanticipated events, and even if it had, giving birth was reportedly a highly risky process. He was truly thankful that the baby was born safely.
Or rather, since the baby was born safe and sound, that would mean I have to...
âSo, I came to tell you about it today, Pumpkin... and do you want to go see the baby?â
âOf course! Hyulololoooo!!â
âNowaaaahhh!?â
...go see them of course!
And with Yossack in his arms as well as a gift for the child, Pumpkin flew over the forest to Maunpir Village.
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âWeâre here!â
âAh... that was a hell of a speed!â
After flying for a while, they arrived at Maunpir Village in one piece.
Yossack was dropped off by Pumpkin, who then sped off to Tangosackâs house.
âExcuse me.â
On the way, he confirmed with the villagers that Tangosack was at home, and as part of courtesy, Pumpkin called out to him before entering Tangosackâs house.
âOh, you came?â
âYeah. Itâs been a month, Father.â
Tangosack addressed him as Pumpkin entered the house.
Pumpkin then sensed the presence of two other individuals apart from Tangosack coming from the back of the house.
These must be Kimiko-san and the child.
âIâve heard about the news from Yossack-san. May I have a look at the baby? Oh, hereâs a cradle for the souvenirs.â
âThanks. Kimiko and Uriko will be pleased.â
Tangosack led the way to the back of the house after accepting his cradle of Wire Vines, and he followed.
âCome on in. You must be Pumpkin-kun.â
âNice to meet you, Kimiko-san. Congratulations on the birth of your baby.â
âYouâre so polite. Thank you.â
And once inside the room, a woman with brown hair and pale-colored magic mixed with some yellowish color... Kimiko came into sight, and Pumpkin gave a bow once.
Yeah. Even if the relationship between me and Tangosack is parent and child, how should I define my relationship with Kimiko-san? In the meantime, I suppose parent and child would be the most appropriate.
âSheâs Uriko. That would be your younger sister.â
â!?â
Kimiko showed him the baby in her arms.
And the moment the infant... Uriko was revealed to him, Pumpkin was startled inwardly, despite that
âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâm sure Urikoâs loveliness must have caught him off guard.â
âThat might be true.â
âHahahahaha...â
The two of them probably have not realized it, judging from their reactions.
Or rather, if they are aware of it, they have already taken some kind of action.
â...â
Pumpkin shifted his gaze at Uriko, his little sister.
Although her features were angelic and lovely, the color of her hair was brown and her eyes color was indistinguishable since she was asleep. However, what he found more astonishing was the amount of magic power she possessed.
The magic power that emanated from Urikoâs entire body was transparent and clear, but it wasnât as intense as Pumpkinâs.
Nevertheless, it was evidently greater than that of her parents, Tangosack and Kimiko, and was ampler than that of Rio, who should have had more magic power for a human, or any other race. Overall, it can be said that she already owned an exceptional amount of magic power as a human, even though she was only a baby.
But that would be ill-stared.
A living being in possession of a significant amount of magic power would be strong. Yet, once they have been defeated, their flesh and blood will taste extremely appetizing.
So, hypothetically speaking, which would the wild animal attack if there were two opponents of equal delectability, one of which was simple to defeat and the other was challenging to defeat?
That would be a clear-cut answer. It would be the weaker one.
âWhatâs the matter?â
âUh... I should tell you just in case.â
Despite having some hesitation, he informed Tangosack about the sheer amount of magic power that Uriko carried. Being prepared for something can make a difference in oneâs ability to exercise split-second judgment in the event something actually transpired.
âI see... I get it. Iâll be vigilant.â
âYeah, Iâll come and monitor things as best I can and keep the animals in the forest in check.â
Tangosack looked convinced by his words, and Pumpkin offered a suggestion to help them out.
But still, with this development, the dragon hunt that I am scheduled to conduct with Mizuki absolutely canât fail.
Even though he did not know what kind of ecology a dragon had, anyone living in this world would be inclined to hunt for something that contained more magic power.
If so, I cannot afford to lose for Urikoâs sake.
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âOf course not. My husband has already retired and is immersed into his hobbies. I couldnât bother him about this.â
True, God Hastur seemed to be having fun creating magic items, but that sounded lonely in its own way. But in that case, sheâs employing someone else... And they are probably some big-shot if they are acquainted with this goddess.
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I had taken a few steps since I entered the store, so the door was supposed to be behind me. However, the door had a bell attached to it, so I should have heard it if it was opened. I ended up shuddering at the thought that this someone managed to enter without making a sound.
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I slowly stepped forward and turned around, so as not to stimulate the opponent. I stepped forward because I wanted to take as much distance as possible. Thatâs how threatening the existence behind me felt.
Looking back, there stood a well-bred young boy perhaps a bit over ten. There was nothing threatening about him. But seeing him face to face, I was sure of it. This guy was a monster.
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âAh, donât worry about it. If I tell you Iâm an acquaintance of the God of Destruction, youâd understand the gist, right?â
âSo youâre not an ordinary person...?â
The boy didnât respond to my question with words but a meaningful smile. It seemed like he had no intention of answering.
Still, meeting the God of Destruction was quite lucky. If she has her roots spread into this city, perhaps she also knew something about the Needle Beetles from before.
According to the information we got after the matter, that was clearly Kufarâs doing, but they were still Devil species. Moreover, monsters that only existed inside this World Tree Labyrinth.
If Kufar had some way of taking monsters out of the labyrinth, it was better to obstruct him.
âRight, Needle Beetles appeared in the northern forest, do you know anything about it?â
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Devils were being summoned from beyond this world. And beings inside the World Tree were also ones summoned from the outside by the World Tree itself.
In other words, there were many monsters that were classified as Devils dwelling inside.
âCalling them local specialties is a bad way of putting it. I mean, their horns and skins do make for good equipment but still... What do you think, Baa?â
âWhyâre you asking him?â
âHeâs acting as the labyrinthâs guard too. Itâs a secret though.â
She put a finger on her lips to make a secretive gesture. She was a beauty, so that gesture was quite picturesque. But neither me nor this Baa guy were naive enough to be tempted by that.
âOf course, Iâm doing my work properly. As far as I know, no one has brought the monsters out of the labyrinth. I can guarantee it.â
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âIâll investigate that myself as well. I canât be leaving the Devil matters be any longer.â
âGot it.â
Whitey was a little unreliable, but this boy was probably alright.
Everyone with good eyes would realize that he had an aura of the strong around him. For there to be guys like him just loitering around the world other than Six Heroes, the world really was vast.
With someone like this standing watch, anyone with true ability would not forcefully take the monsters out. I was worried about Kufar taking the enslaved Devils from the labyrinth, but I couldnât imagine that this guy would have missed that.
âThey were doing something in Raum, but now theyâre doing it in the north. Frankly, their sphere of activity is absurdly big. They might be doing something even here, so please be careful.â
âUnderstood. You should be careful too, okay?â
The boy answered me seriously unlike the silly response of the God of Destruction. It was our first meeting, but he was already looking dependable.
âWell, itâs getting late, so Iâll take my leave now.â
âActually, youâre a girl too so stop walking alone at night.â
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I disposed of them with a swing of my sword.
Josh was a former hunter and was able to catch his targets with precision.
Serulis was also cutting them down.
The demon rats were not attacking us from the front alone.
They also came from our backs.
They would swim in the sewer water and come out behind us and jump.
âSerulis. Donât let your guard down.â
I looked down at Gerberga, who was in my breastplate.
âLord Gerberga. Are you alright?â
He seemed fine.
Ario said,
âItâs hard to know when I should use magic when they attack so sporadically.â
Currently, Fireballs were the only attack spell that Ario could use.
From what I had seen during the fight with the goblins, he was able to use it about times at the most in one day.
And that was quite impressive for an F Rank Sorcerer.
That being said, it was still quite limiting. He would have to be careful when using it.
Fireballs were the most effective when you used them in a crowd.
âIt might be good to learn Magic Arrow later.â
âYes. Youâre right, Locke.â
We talked like this as we continued to go deeper.
âIt feels like there are more of them the further we go!â
âYes. I agree.â
Josh and Serulis shouted.
âJosh. How many arrows do you have left?â
âI have about .â
âAh, hmm. You brought quite a lot then.â
âYes! I knew it would be a long fight!â
Josh smiled happily.
If he had now, he must have brought at least 0.
That many arrows would be quite heavy. That would make it hard to move.
âJosh, try not to waste any.â
We moved even faster after that.
The fact that they were increasing meant that the reason for this infestation must be deeper in.
We needed to find out what it was.
We tore through the rats and advanced until we reached a small clearing.
This was where the sewage water merged.
Serulis pointed to the center of it and muttered.
âIs the water rising?â
âNo, thatâs not it.â
What Serulis was pointing at was a crowd of demon rats.
They were forming a kind of mountain in the water that started below the water and peeked out of the surface.
âArio! Use your Fireballs!â
âLeave it to me!â
As if unleashing his pent up anger, Ario began to launch his Fireball into them.
It was his most powerful Fireball.
The demon rats let out their wretched squeaks, which echoed around us.
At the same time, the smell of them burning and the water steaming combined to create a most disgusting odor.
âOghhh...ggregghhh...â
Grulf had a sensitive nose and looked nauseous. The poor thing.
I wanted to pet him on the back, but there was no time.
The other demon rats were furious now, and they jumped at us.
âAhhh!â
With one hit, several demon rats were decapitated and went flying into the air.
Serulis also stepped out and impressed with her swordsmanship as she laid the rats to waste.
Josh unleashed his arrows without missing his targets.
Grulf quickly recovered from the smell.
He hunted the demon rats with his fangs and claws with excitement.
Grulf was a spirit beast wolf.
Normally, rats would run away from him. It was the same with demon rats.
And yet these were coming straight for him. It was strange.
No matter how many we cut down, they did not seem to decrease in number.
âHow many are there!â
When the demon rats crowded together again, Ario launched a Fireball into them.
âSerulis, you stop them from running away. Iâm going in!â
I jumped into the sewer water in order to put a quick end to what was left of the horde.
The water was much deeper than I expected. It stopped right below my waist.
It was obviously very filthy, but I couldnât let that stop me.
I swung the Devil King Sword into the rats. They were so densely packed that over a dozen were in the way of each swing.
I swung again and again. In moments, over a hundred of them were dead.
If I tripped and fell, Gerberga would be drenched in sewage.
âLord Gerberga, pardon the stench.â
âDonât worry. Fight as hard as you can.â Gerberga seemed to say.
âThank you, Lord Gerberga.â
Serulis was fighting behind me and catching every rat that got passed me. She was a most reliable Warrior.
Josh and Ario were also doing their best with magic and arrows.
After a few minutes of intense fighting, we were able to wipe out the demon rat horde.
âAre you all alright?â
âYes. Thanks to you, Locke.â
âI am fine. Thank you.â
âEven demon rats are dangerous if they are in this number.â
Grulf was in the water and splashing around.
âGrulf?â
âGrmgh! GGggbgh!â
âAre, are you drowning?â
I frantically went over to him. He was being attacked by a few demon rats.
I quickly killed them and saved Grulf by pulling him out of the water.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | It doesn't matter whether you're a basketball player, a tennis player, a gymnast or a bridge player.
My bridge coach, Sharon Osberg, says there are more pictures of the back of her head than anyone else's in the world. Sorry, Sharon. Here you go.
We all need people who will give us feedback.
That's how we improve.
Unfortunately, there's one group of people who get almost no systematic feedback to help them do their jobs better, and these people have one of the most important jobs in the world.
I'm talking about teachers.
When Melinda and I learned how little useful feedback most teachers get, we were blown away.
Until recently, over 98 percent of teachers just got one word of feedback: Satisfactory.
If all my bridge coach ever told me was that I was "satisfactory," I would have no hope of ever getting better.
How would I know who was the best?
How would I know what I was doing differently?
Today, districts are revamping the way they evaluate teachers, but we still give them almost no feedback that actually helps them improve their practice.
Our teachers deserve better.
The system we have today isn't fair to them.
It's not fair to students, and it's putting America's global leadership at risk.
So today I want to talk about how we can help all teachers get the tools for improvement they want and deserve.
Let's start by asking who's doing well.
Well, unfortunately there's no international ranking tables for teacher feedback systems.
So I looked at the countries whose students perform well academically, and looked at what they're doing to help their teachers improve.
Consider the rankings for reading proficiency.
The U.S. isn't number one.
We're not even in the top 10.
We're tied for 15th with Iceland and Poland.
Now, out of all the places that do better than the U.S. in reading, how many of them have a formal system for helping teachers improve?
Eleven out of 14.
The U.S. is tied for 15th in reading, but we're 23rd in science and 31st in math.
So there's really only one area where we're near the top, and that's in failing to give our teachers the help they need to develop their skills.
Let's look at the best academic performer: the province of Shanghai, China.
in reading, math and science, and one of the keys to Shanghai's incredible success is the way they help teachers keep improving.
They made sure that younger teachers get a chance to watch master teachers at work.
They have weekly study groups, where teachers get together and talk about what's working.
They even require each teacher to observe and give feedback to their colleagues.
You might ask, why is a system like this so important?
It's because there's so much variation in the teaching profession. Some teachers are far more effective than others.
who are helping their students make extraordinary gains.
If today's average teacher could become as good as those teachers, our students would be blowing away the rest of the world.
So we need a system that helps all our teachers be as good as the best.
What would that system look like?
Well, to find out, our foundation has been working with 3,000 teachers in districts across the country on a project called Measures of Effective Teaching. We had observers watch videos of teachers in the classroom and rate how they did on a range of practices.
For example, did they ask their students challenging questions?
Did they find multiple ways to explain an idea?
We also had students fill out surveys with questions like, "Does your teacher know when the class understands a lesson?"
"Do you learn to correct your mistakes?"
And what we found is very exciting.
First, the teachers who did well on these observations had far better student outcomes.
So it tells us we're asking the right questions.
And second, teachers in the program told us that these videos and these surveys from the students were very helpful diagnostic tools, because they pointed to specific places where they can improve.
I want to show you what this video component of MET looks like in action.
Sarah Brown Wessling: Good morning everybody.
Let's talk about what's going on today.
To get started, we're doing a peer review day, okay?
A peer review day, and our goal by the end of class is for you to be able to determine whether or not you have moves to prove in your essays.
My name is Sarah Brown Wessling.
I am a high school English teacher at Johnston High School in Johnston, Iowa.
Turn to somebody next to you.
Tell them what you think I mean when I talk about moves to prove. I've talk about -- I think that there is a difference for teachers between the abstract of how we see our practice and then the concrete reality of it.
Okay, so I would like you to please bring up your papers.
I think what video offers for us is a certain degree of reality.
You can't really dispute what you see on the video, and there is a lot to be learned from that, and there are a lot of ways that we can grow as a profession when we actually get to see this.
I just have a flip camera and a little tripod and invested in this tiny little wide-angle lens.
At the beginning of class, I just perch it in the back of the classroom. It's not a perfect shot.
It doesn't catch every little thing that's going on.
But I can hear the sound. I can see a lot.
And I'm able to learn a lot from it.
So it really has been a simple but powerful tool in my own reflection.
All right, let's take a look at the long one first, okay?
Once I'm finished taping, then I put it in my computer, and then I'll scan it and take a peek at it.
If I don't write things down, I don't remember them.
So having the notes is a part of my thinking process, and I discover what I'm seeing as I'm writing.
I really have used it for my own personal growth and my own personal reflection on teaching strategy and methodology and classroom management, and just all of those different facets of the classroom.
I'm glad that we've actually done the process before so we can kind of compare what works, what doesn't.
I think that video exposes so much of what's intrinsic to us as teachers in ways that help us learn and help us understand, and then help our broader communities understand what this complex work is really all about.
I think it is a way to exemplify and illustrate things that we cannot convey in a lesson plan, things you cannot convey in a standard, things that you cannot even sometimes convey in a book of pedagogy.
Alrighty, everybody, have a great weekend.
I'll see you later.
[Every classroom could look like that] Bill Gates: One day, we'd like every classroom in America to look something like that.
But we still have more work to do.
Diagnosing areas where a teacher needs to improve is only half the battle.
We also have to give them the tools they need to act on the diagnosis.
If you learn that you need to improve the way you teach fractions, you should be able to watch a video So building this complete teacher feedback and improvement system won't be easy.
For example, I know some teachers aren't immediately comfortable with the idea of a camera in the classroom.
That's understandable, but our experience with MET suggests that if teachers manage the process, if they collect video in their own classrooms, and they pick the lessons they want to submit, a lot of them will be eager to participate.
Building this system will also require a considerable investment.
Our foundation estimates that it could cost up to five billion dollars.
Now that's a big number, but to put it in perspective, it's less than two percent of what we spend every year on teacher salaries.
The impact for teachers would be phenomenal.
We would finally have a way to give them feedback, as well as the means to act on it.
But this system would have an even more important benefit for our country.
It would put us on a path to making sure all our students get a great education, find a career that's fulfilling and rewarding, and have a chance to live out their dreams.
This wouldn't just make us a more successful country.
It would also make us a more fair and just one, too.
I'm excited about the opportunity to give all our teachers the support they want and deserve.
I hope you are too.
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How should I move?
Even while I was thinking, the gangsters were getting closer.
âProviding support, elder sister!â
Timu, who had been hiding in the rear, fired her magic bullets. The buzzing magic bullets flew right ahead, and threatened the gangsters near their feet.
âTsk. Damned Camilla. So she was hiding in the back.â
âItâs strange, isnât it. I couldnât sense her mana.â
In the face of Timuâs torrent of bullets, the gangsters all went on the defensive. Though only elementary magic, with that many of Timuâs bullets raining down, the gangsters couldnât move.
Itâs my chance.
While Timu was stopping the gangsters with her magic bullets, I closed the distance and swung down my nunchaku at the Dragon gangsterâs arm.
âG-, GYAHHHH! M-, MY ARMMMMMMM!â
My nunchaku struck him splendidly on the arm, and the Dragon gangster screamed and fell to the ground, writhing.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, arenât you being a little dramatic! Even if Loser (Bizef) gave it a magic enchantment, youâre still a dragonoid, arenât you. I mean he clearly had hard scales. And also, now that I looked carefully, he was pale too. Although heâs a gangster, could it be that heâs calcium deficient with a weak constitution?
âwai-, whoa!?
Dragon gangsterâs arm is bent the wrong way!? Looking carefully, itâs a degree angle.
Even though heâs a loser, Bizef gets the job done just fine, huh. Just how far did he enchant this if itâs got enough power to break a dragonoidâs arm? Damn Loser (Bizef). He has the heart of a flea, but it looks like just his support magic is good.
I looked down at the nunchaku again. I could see it completely wrapped in a faint magical aura. And this aura worked on the scales of a dragonoid.
If Pervert (Nielsen) did something stupid again, I was planning on fixing him up with this. Thank goodness I didnât, because he wouldâve died.
I could see Dragon gangsterâs white bone sticking out of his broken arm. A so-called compound fracture.
Guess it really does hurt, huh.
Dragon gangster was down with a cold sweat, and there was an expression of anguish on his face. Itâs bad enough that he needs painkillers.
D-, Did I overdo it a little?
This might be excessive self-defence. No matter how I look at it, thatâs going to take more than three months to heal.
For now, letâs try and end it here. Even if theyâre gangsters, I have absolutely no intention of becoming a criminal. As long as they swear not to touch Timu, itâs fine.
âW-, With an arm like that, it doesnât seem like you can fight, huh. If youâre going to run, nowâs the time.â
âHahh, hahh. B-, BĖ˛aĖ˛sĖ˛tĖ˛aĖ˛rĖ˛dĖ˛. Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable. Y-, YOUU, HMPH!â
Dragon gangster glared at me with eyes filled with rage, before tearing his broken arm off of all things.
âEh-!?â
W-, Why did he pull his arm off? Thatâs not something you can fix by going to hospital!
What on earth is he thinking...
Dragon gangster was missing everything below the elbow now. While I was dumbfounded by the scene, Dragon gangsters began to tremble.
And then...
âUOOHHHHHH, DAAAAAAAAH!â
Dehââ EHH!?
H-, He grew an arm. Are you a Great Demon King or something!
Haha, itâs true that this was faster than going to a hospital. Or could it be like some test of guts for the dragonoids?
Anyway, being shocked at this is just what they want. I wonât be perturbed. I need to show the attitude of the strong.
âH-, Hmm~ Iâm surprised. So you can regenerate your arm. But it looks like it wonât recover your mana.â
âSo you saw through it, Evil God. Yes, Seiryuuâs mana has now greatly fallen.â
Ah-, I knew it!
Of course. Thereâs no way such an amazing recovery ability wouldnât use mana. I was just guessing, but I wonder if I managed to act like a powerful person.
âWhat the hell, Suzaku! My arm broke, yanno. Thereâs no way thatâs .â
â...At present, it appears to have risen to 0,000.â
âWha-!? Are you trying to say that they rose from 300 to 200,000!?â
âOn top of that, it looks to still be rising. It appears that the Evil God normally suppresses her mana.â
âSeems that it wasnât a lie when Hidler said she was Demon King-tier, huh.â
It looks like the gangsters lost their composure. Their relaxed expressions turned into serious ones, and they talked about how I was Demon King-tier while watching me vigilantly.
Demon King-tier? Itâs surprising that theyâd be this wary of me, but...
Anyway, they mistook me for somebody strong, just according to plan. This might be the right time to encourage them to surrender.
âIf you guys are going to surrender, nowâs the time.â
âSHADDAP! Weâre gonna rip you to shreds.â
Dragon gangster bellowed at me. It seems that he was still quite eager to fight, because he looked ready to come slashing at me any moment.
âSettle yourself, Seiryuu. Camilla lies in wait. Desist from charging in alone.â
âWell? What will we do? Should I burn Camilla first?â
âNah, theyâd probably work together to stop you.â
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As the dragonâs heart, its vital point, approached the ground, Corinna quickly called out, âLyell! Reid! Do it now!â
âOn it!â
Lyell made a dash without delay.
He was like a hero out of a storybook.
I didnât have the leeway to gaze at the captivating sight. I had to let loose some threads.
They went to Lyell, not, they headed to his holy sword.
In response to Lyellâs movements, the Evil Dragon took a deep breath.
Judging his limbs were unusable under the collapsed rock, heâd intercept Lyell with his breath. That decision was not wrong, but...
âMaxwell, wind! Maria too!â
âGot it!â
Maxwell immediately responded to the instructions.
He shot a strong wind at Gadius, making him catch up to Lyell. This was to compensate for his slow speed since heâs a dwarf.
Gadius quickly overtook Lyell and raised his shield in preparation.
A scorching breath assaults him. Gadius pushes forward, pushing through the heat.
In the back, weâre protected by Mariaâs barrier.
Maxwellâs wind blocked it off as well, protecting against the dragon breath wasnât a problem.
In fact, Maxwell was already preparing his next magic.
The dragon breath is just a long breath.
In other words, itâs only an additional effect on top of the act of exhaling.
No living creature can keep exhaling forever.
It only took about seconds before the Evil Dragonâs breath stopped.
Lyell took advantage of that gap and charged ahead again.
âAAAAAAAARGH!â
Along with his scream, he held his sword up and thrust with all his strength.
The sharp tip pierced through the scales and cut into its flesh.
But itâs too shallow.
His sword isnât short, but itâs still not enough to pierce through the tough muscle holding up the Evil Dragonâs giant frame.
The sword came to a stop after shaving off just a bit of bone, nowhere near a fatal wound.
But at that, Cortina gave out her last command.
âMaxwell!â
âItâs all over now! Scarlet Nine, Olive Nine, Azure Nine! ThunderStorm!â
With more magical power than usual, Maxwell set off his lightning magic.
Normally heâd direct his attack to his opponent, but by focusing entirely on maximizing the power the destructive magic was scattering out.
This magic was so powerful a personâs body mightâve exploded at the slightest contact.
But even with that kind of power, the scales of this massive dragon would defend from its effects, under normal circumstances, that is.
But currently, heâs pierced by Lyellâs holy sword, with my threads tangled around the holy sword.
I let go of the threads and Lyell abandoned his sword.
Maxwellâs lightning spell spread out and flew into my thread along the wall, it flows along the thread rushing to Lyellâs sword, the holy sword that pierced the scales and is stuck just above the dragonâs heart.
Even though itâs the strongest monster in the world, it is still a living being.
Its internal organs are driven by electrical signals, so what would happen if an ultra-high voltage lightning storm floods them.
â...Even if itâs the Evil Dragon, it canât withstand this,â mumbled Cortina.
As she mumbled, a living being couldnât possibly handle having electricity flow directly into their body.
The Evil Dragon stiffened and convulsed under the rocks it was trapped under.
Eventually, its body swelled with a low explosive sound, perhaps some combustible material inside the body was ignited.
Because it breathes fire, it must have had a fuel source, if lightning sparks reached that source itâll likely explode.
The Evil Dragon stopped moving after flames erupted from itâs eyes and mouth.
âDid, we win?â Muttered Lyell as he got up from the spot where he was lying face-down by the Evil Dragon.
No one could believe what just happened.
A group of six people defeated an Evil Dragon that destroyed a whole country.
âWe won?â Even Cortina who had planned the whole operation couldnât believe it.
But the fallen Evil Dragon lay before our very eyes.
He had his organs burned out, his wings cut off, and was crushed under rocks, he was dead.
âHah... haha. We did it, we did it! Yea!â
I couldnât hold myself back and raised my fist in triumph.
Unusually for her, Cortina reached out to embrace me.
âWe did it! We did it, Reid! We defeated Colchis!â
âYea, we did it! Well done Tina!â
Calling each other by pet names, we hugged each other and swung around.
Meanwhile, Maria rushed over to Lyell and Gadius to heal their wounds, ever the attentive priest. As expected of someone called a Saint.
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âI think you should be able to use it again after about a weekâs time,â he says very gently.
âWhy do you think that?â
âI read it in a book once. That your eyes are one of the epicenters of your magic power.... so to suddenly lost one, it makes sense that it would be difficult to use magic for a while after that, right?â
âWill my level stay the same?â
âThat... I donât know,â Gilles says, a slightly troubled expression drifting onto his face.
If my level did fall, then Iâll be removed from my position as Liz Catherâs monitor....
But, before I even worry about that, I need to be able to make it through this week without anyone discovering that I canât use magic.
âHey... What about Gramps? Shouldnât he be able to use magic?â Gilles asks with a strange expression on his face.
.....Huh. Thatâs right. Grandpa Will belongs to the Seeker family. So of course he should be able to use magic.
But heâs never shown any indication that he could before.... And if he could use magic, doesnât that mean he could have left the impoverished village any time he wanted? So why would he stay? Or rather, why was he there in the first place? Heâs part of the royal family! The kingâs older brother! So why....? Ugh, I really donât get it. His identity makes this whole situation just that much more confusing.
The more I try to think about it, the more my mind feels like itâs running in never-ending circles.
âDuke would probably know,â Gilles whispers expressionlessly.
Thatâs true. If itâs Duke-Sama, he really might know. However, I donât think heâd tell us even if he did.
âHmm. Well, thereâs nothing much I can do for the time being. So, for now Iâd like to go to the academy and verify what the situation is like there.â
âHah? Youâre gonna go to the academy?â Gilles demands, his expression both surprised and confused.
Hm, was that so unexpected? I didnât think it would be that surprising of a decision.
And here I was thinking that verifying Liz-sanâs current state and circumstances was quite the logical first move. Evaluating your opponentâs strengths is a must. A villainess canât allow herself to just dive in blind and bumble around.
âWait.... Do you seriously want to continue monitoring Liz Cather in your current state?â Gilles continues, incredulously.
â......So is it true that Henry-Oniisama and Father arenât speaking to each other at all?â I say, completely ignoring his question.
Gilles lets out a little sigh as if heâs given up.
âYes. Henry one-sidedly hates him.â
âPoor Father.â
Henry-Oniisama doesnât know anything about my role as Liz Catherâs monitor. So when he heard about those conditions that Father foisted upon me, of course heâd be mad. Even fully knowing the situation, Fatherâs conditions were nonsensical. And to force meaningless conditions on his daughter for no apparent reason.... In Henry-Oniisamaâs eyes, Father must be a complete failure as a parent.
Unfortunately, in my case, my goal is actually to be hated by all of my brothers, so this sort of response isnât exactly ideal.
But I guess it canât be helped. Henry-Oniisama is just being a good big brother. Itâs not a bad feeling, knowing heâs still on my side but.... Iâd prefer it if he turned his back on me now rather than later. Since eventually.... heâs sure to betray me. Itâs my fate as a villainess after all.
âAlright! Letâs go to academy!â
âRight now? No way.... Are you planning to avoid Arnold until your magic comes back?â
Oof. He really hit the nail on the head with that one. I knew heâd eventually catch on, but I didnât think Iâd be seen through this quickly.
But what other options do I have? If I see Father now, heâs sure to want to test my magical level right away. And that is not something that I can afford in my current state.
Wait.... did he just call my father, Arnold? Just how close did those two get while I was gone?
âExactly. For the next week, Iâll just have to avoid him like the plague. I have no intention of seeing him until I get my magic back. But, anyway, I need to change, so please wait for me outside for a moment. Iâll be right out.â
âOkay... But, first I have one last question. Why do you want to be a villainess so badly, Alicia?â
Thatâs the first time anybodyâs ever asked me that.
Which is actually rather surprising. Any normal person would probably be wondering the same thing.
But if I tell him that itâs because I admire villainesses, that probably wonât be enough. Merely admiring them is one thing, but wanting to become one is another thing entirely. So, if he once again asks me why, I donât know what Iâd say after that...
But, I really do want to become one.
....Theyâre just so cool! However, I wouldnât be caught dead admitting that as the reason. It sounds much too shallow and immature.
Itâs a reasonable question, but itâs hard to come up with a good answer. Iâve wanted to become one for so long, and never really tried to put my reason into words before.
âBecause it is my destiny,â I finally go with, smiling broadly in satisfaction. I think that answer should do for the present! | {
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į°ä¸įãŽæã¯ãããŦã¤ã ãŖãã | Episode -After closing, at the Aion Mall in the Otherworld Store, two dragons landed in the parking lot.
One dragon was covered in slightly blackish-red scales.
The other dragon had deep blue scales.
According to Chloe, they were dragons with much greater magical power than Anna-san, the high-ranking undead, and even stronger than Barbera.
Facing opponents that would be impossible to defeat, one would normally be in despair.
â...Hmm. Papa. Mama.â
Turning back to Chloe and me, Barbera pointed at the dragons.
âHehe, itâs been a while, hasnât it?â
It seemed Anna-san also knew them.
The two dragons were Barberaâs parents.
âItâs good that itâs nighttime. If people saw this, theyâd panic. It would make customers even more reluctant to visit the Aion Mall Otherworld Store.â
âNaoya, to stay calm in front of such mighty dragons!â
âWell, panicking wonât help. Besides, I canât sense magical power. Huh? Chloe, havenât you met them before?â
âNaoya-san, itâs been five years since they last came. The last time they were in this area was before Aion Mall was established.â
Instead of Chloe, who was shaking, Anna-san calmly provided the information. Her subordinates, the undead, seemed to have met them before. The Skeleton Captain and Skeleton Unit, who had gone on high alert due to the approach of immense magical power, returned to their usual patrol mode. Too strong-hearted, though they didnât have hearts.
Barbera, who appeared to be years old, ran towards the landed dragons.
âThe scene is incredible. The dragons are rumbling their throats in circles. Iâm worried they might gulp her down with a âBaku.'â
We stared in amazement.
Before Barbera could touch the dragons, the two large dragons emitted light.
I closed my eyes.
âAh, itâs dazzling! Ha! While my eyes were dazzled, Naoya was planning to attack me! How despicable!â
âI didnât cause the light in the first place. Chloe, youâre as composed as usual.â
The man with short red-brown hair and raised crimson eyes seemed to be in his thirties.
He was around cm tall.
With a muscular build and a strong-looking face, he exuded an air of strength.
The woman, with long flowing dark blue hair, appeared to be in her late twenties.
She was around 70 cm tall. Tall for a woman.
Her smiling face seemed gentle.
By the way, both of them are wearing clothes.
Simple Arabian-style garments that look like wrapped fabric.
I wonder if Barbera being naked when transforming from a dragon to a human is because sheâs magically immature. I donât know.
âYou can transform. Itâs a relief; otherwise, youâd have to go back during the night if you remained in dragon form.â
âHey, Naoya, arenât you too calm? Sure, Iâve seen Barberaâs transformation, but ordinary monsters canât transform, you know?â
âChloe pointed that out. Well, itâs another world, so anything goes, I guess.â
The only dragon I know is Barbera, and she can transform into a human. I wouldnât be surprised if other dragons did the same. I donât understand their norms yet.
âAre you doing well, Barbera? Papa was so worried.â
âOh, youâre such a worrywart. Mama believed that Barbera-chan was doing well.â
Hugging and patting her head, they checked on each otherâs well-being.
The parent-child interaction after a long time seemed unchanged for both humans and dragons. It was surprising to see the seemingly tough man smiling affectionately.
â...Iâm doing well. Let me introduce you.â
âHmm, whatâs this building? Oh, long time no see, Anna!â
âCome on, dear. Donât get ahead of yourself. Wait for Barbera-chanâs introduction. There seem to be newcomers.â
Between her parents, Barbera returns, pulling me with her.
â...Chloe. Elf. Former shop manager.â
âN-nice to meet you, the couple Dragon! My name is Chloe Dupois Christoph Claudine Vertou Ondine !â
âOh, youâre the daughter of the Dupois clan from Vertu Village.â
âAhaha, of course, you are their child. Is Claudine-chan doing well? By the way, I havenât visited Vertu Village in about 200 years.â
Along with Barberaâs introduction, Chloe introduces herself.
Hearing the excessively long introduction, Barberaâs parents seem to understand Chloeâs background. Moreover, it seems Chloeâs mother is acquainted with them. Also, their sense of time is strange. If they were human, theyâd be dead already.
âMan, the long a** Introduction like Jugemu-jugemu is normal around here, huh? Understandable to those who understand.â
âOh, Mother is acquainted with you!â
âHey, Chloe, werenât you supposed to be running away from home? If your motherâs acquaintances find out where you are, wonât you be in trouble?â
âOh My-! Dear respectful Dragon couple, please, um, when you go to Vertu Village, could you please keep Chloeâs situation confidential, and, um...â
âOh dear, sheâs in her rebellious phase. What should we do?â
Barberaâs mother laughs as if to include it. Chloe sweats profusely, her eyes swimming.
â...Naoya. Human. Shop manager.â
Ignoring Chloe, Barbera introduced me. Sheâs too laid back.
âWell, Iâm Naoya Taniguchi. Iâm the shop manager of this Aion Mall Otherworld Store. Barbera-san works here as an employee.â
âWell, youâre working properly! Good for you, Barbera-chan!â
âHmm, heâs a man? Barbera, donât tell me youâre transforming into a human because youâre being deceived by this man! No, no! Barbera is still a 140-year-old child!â
Barberaâs father approached me, peeking into my eyes from below. The pressure was incredible. Also, their sense of time is definitely off.
A child at 140 years old. Barbera may look 10, but calling her a child at 140 is something. If she were human, sheâd be long dead already.
âNo, um, Barbera is an employee. You see, many of our customers here at Aion Mall Otherworld Store are humans, and if sheâs in dragon form, they find it intimidating.â
âOh? They canât appreciate the cuteness of Barberaâs small body, short tail, soft claws, fangs, and bright red scales? Very well, humans, have it your way!â
âDear, calm down, will you?â
Barberaâs father, who passionately spoke to me, was blown away by her motherâs belly pat. He hit the ground with considerable force but got up as if nothing had happened. Dragons are scary.
â...Naoya. Delicious food.â
âOh, Naoya managed to catch Barberaâs attention with his cooking.â
âHehe, Barbera-chan has always been a glutton.â
Even Barberaâs brief words seem to communicate well with her parents. Indeed, Barbera has always been attracted to delicious food. Yes, whether itâs cutlets, hamburgers, beef stew, or steak, she always said they were delicious. When she was feeling down, sheâd ask, âDo you want to eat beef stew?â And not only that, she even offered her ownâ
â...Anna, I want you to âHealâ me.â
I feel a trickle of sweat running down my forehead.
Barbera turns her backside to Anna.
âBarbera-chan? I donât think youâre injured, whatââ
Anna seems to have noticed too. Like me, she sweats and then meets my eyes.
âWhatâs wrong, Barbera? If itâs âHeal,â I can do it! The Holy Knight! Me!â
It seems Chloe doesnât understand. Itâs enviable that the dense and clueless knight doesnât get it.
â...Steak and Tail Soup. Want to feed.â
âOh, Barbera is welcoming Papa with her favorite dish! Papa is delighted!â
âOh my! Hehe, Barbera-chan, youâve grown. Steak and Tail Soup, huh? I wonder what kind of meat sheâll use.â
Barberaâs father is thrilled, her mother is smiling.
After hearing the names of the dishes, even Chloe seems to have realized. She drips with sweat and looks at me.
The specialty of the Aion Mall Otherworld Store that caused a buzz in town with long queues after just one sale.
It seems Barbera wants to treat her parents to these two dishes.
Dragon meat.
Dishes made from the tail of the Dragon-form Bar-be-ra herself.
âHaha, can I survive as the store manager for the 15th day?â
âDonât worry, Naoya! Barbera suggested it herself! Besides, I have to do that with the Spirit Sword EpÊe Dupois! In front of the dragon couple!â
âWhat should we do, Naoya-san? Barbera-chan seems eager. But dragons are magical creatures, and with magic or âHeal,â they should regenerate. I think there shouldnât be any problems. Besides, her parents seems kind.â
I look up at the night sky.
The stars of the other world were beautiful. | {
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How did it come to this...?
Within the cloud of steam, sitting down on the stepped marble at the edge of the bath, I submerged into the hot water until my waist level. Well, to talk about myself... my skin is white yet complex (It was pretty hard to adjust this skin color during character creation!), the same as yuki (snow) from my name, Hiyuki (Scarlet Snow). While dropping my line of sight on this slender figure, I realize that I was asking a question to myself an unknown number of times.
Back then I thought that I was going straight into the throne room, but instead I was brought into the bathroom.
At first I was not able to comprehend it. The hallway width, the length, the details of design; they differ greatly compared to what was inside the game, although there is a resemblance in design. Anyway, I thought âThe size at best is about the size of a schoolâ, but the scale of this castle is splendorous to the extent that it made the Palace of Versailles looks like a dog house and it easily fit into wards.
Therefore, since I was brought over here earlier, I was unable to grasp this place is the throne room or the bath. While I stood dumbfounded, Mikoto stripped me nude in the blink of eye (The top and bottom underwear, my final line of defense was easily slipped off eh.. unlike in the game) and guided me into the bath.
Somehow after all of that she said, âSince princess had been a long sleep, you need take a bath and change your clothes right?â âHowever.. you should consider saying it earlier! You donât know how to be considerate at all! That was what I wanted to shout on the spot, but itâs scary to mess with her so of course I wouldnât say it no matter what.
ââThatâs right. Itâs time to relax myself after such a long time huh?â
To conceal my fearful mind, I walked toward the bath (Although I called that, the white hall made me think âWhat kind of temple is this?â since it used a plentiful of marble) by myself alone... well I tried to, but finally my patience was at its limit so I turned around and asked a question.
â...Why did you come along too?!â
The person in question â or more precisely this Tengai dragon, for a moment made a blank expression, being completely nude without being embarrassed, he replied honestly.
âOf course, to help you bathe, Princess?â
â......â
...Well... for some reason I knew it. While I was being stripped, there was an additional rustle sound to the side. Then he appeared standing by Mikoto completely nude, and when I walked out, he came to accompany me.
But it isnât normal right?! I still understand if a Maid or Mikoto accompanied me to the bath. However, normally when a very young girl (Not me, Iâm talking about Hiyuki!) goes to a bath, something like a young, muscular man accompanying her is improbable right?!
Even if I am not Agnes, I am sure she will say âstopâ somewhere!
â...No, I donât need you. I mean, itâs embarrassing!â
After I bluntly reply like that, Tengai laughs out loud.
âHahaha, what is it now at this late hour? Isnât bathing with Princess a daily ritual?â
That was when you were in the dragon form! Besides, it was because soaking in the hot water here for minute gave a % auto HP recovery bonus, and a % all elemental resistance bonus for minutes, and I just bring in pets with me before going to battle!!
I want to make some noises by stamping my feet as hard as I can, but no matter what itâs pointless right~.
How should I put it, it was an anger toward a humble act. Besides, if he gets angry at me, I will die.
âCome come, taking forever in this dressing room will make your body cold, please make your way toward the bathroom.â
While wondering what I should do, my shoulder was pushed by Tengai. Uwaaaah. When I felt his skin on my shoulder, my whole body went numb...or rather my hips seemed to become looser. Remaining like that, I was escorted toward the bath.
âWell then, excuse me for being rudeââ
I finally sit down on the steps of the bath. The only other one who is present is the rude naked man knelling down in the hot water. Although I want to avoid seeing it as much as possible, what is with that size, is it a beer bottle? Furthermore he is shaking some bottle filled with something with both hands, and itâs foaming... aah, itâs body soap.
Since a bath towel with soap could damage my skin, washing with your palms is the best right~...
As I absent-mindedly escaped from reality, the moment when his hand touch my body,
âAahyaa...!!â
Although I reflexively raised my lovely voice, Tengai just care-freely asked, âAre there any itchy places, Princess?â with an ignorant face.
That feeling from the end of my hair to the tip of my toes, on top of that my belly button and up to the interior part that even I still havenât checked yet, all of it was being kneaded thoroughly. In the end I feel like I became a rĖ˛aĖ˛peĖ˛ victim. Unconsciously, I finally sob inside the bath.
After I leave the bathroom feeling dizzy, Mikoto was there waiting for me. In her hand, thereâs a dress with similar design from the dress earlier, even so the skirt is more spacious. She made me wear it. Finally, this time we faced toward the throne room. | {
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âHer highness has come back! We your lowly subjects pay respect to our supreme lord, who is equal with God!
âHer highness has come back! We offer our flesh and soul to the greatest, most beautiful princess of all time!!
âHer highness has come back! We the demons of the âImperial Crimsonâ kingdom will once again fight for its glorious days!!!
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I have various kinds of regret.
...Why did I have such hobby back then?
Well originally from the start, the vampire princessâ unique skill âevil eyeâ was able to eliminate the targetâs will to attack, and was effective on both players and mobs (success rates differ with the level difference from the target). However, it was discovered that it influenced the mob capture chance, so I got carried away and tried to completely capture every mob possible within the game.
Next, I took a side glance at Mikotoâs face who standing next to the throne.
She was the first one I finally hit in a gacha, an SR seraph pet. I was so lucky that I jumped in triumph, since then I always played gacha since I might get a pet as a prize.
I once accidentally spilled the fact that my bill had piled up to the limit in guild chat and also that my personal inventory was overflowing with pets, the guild members became elated since they already maxed their level and didnât know what to do in their spare time.
So, before I knew it they had entirely assembled the pieces of the âSky Gardenâ blueprint fragments that drop once a while from the mobs of the ancient civilization ruins named âThe Scrap Gardenâ in order to return it to its original state.
From there, the required material (It said that you were required to gather different kinds of extremely rare materials that were only acquired from treasure chests and minerals, which was so extreme that a group with about max level people were totally wiped out in the middle of it by a boss mob in the area called âDimensional Labyrinthâ) in fact, it needs pieces per type. That, I could say, was a masochistic act!
So as for myself, I also participated in the material gathering in the surrounding area. I brought mechanics and alchemists that were scattered around the world to the hermitâs place, where I made them take the mission quest, and finally asked them to process the material. Once in a while the material processing failed so I still had to carry out the material gathering... Yeah, I was enjoying it during the process so I am not denying that I was worked up with it.
Then finally, all of sudden the sky garden was completed in under 4 months!
I am not boasting about it, but in the guild that I was in, âCalico Cat Trailâ, all of its member have already reincarnated three times, it also had 5 people who hold the âCourt Rankâ special title so I can say within the server there was not a single high level player who didnât know of us.
But even so, itâs 4 month! ...Well for all the good times spent the guild members were fine with it. At the time when the magic formation changed into a floating island, to be honest I was filled deeply with emotion.
As the guild member next to me keep chanting âBALSE!â âBALSE!â
continuously, I noticed I received the ownership of âThe Sky Gardenâ by the admin, so I was given that damn embarrassingly title of Graceful Lady of the Sky. I got ranked up to the âCourt Rankâ, and my name was being spilled all over at the global chat. Although it made me think âWhat kind of public rĖ˛aĖ˛peĖ˛ is this?!â...
Moreover after that, the guild members were so excited that the island had been transformed into a dark fortress city sort of thing like an artist doing whatever he pleases on a âdemon mod
As for me, I was granted personal use of the storeroom on the island, and thanks to that the total limit of my storage had become close to 2,000 units. That was definitely the best thing to come from this out of everything. On top of that, there were 100 spots to display captured pets all around the castle and island, so I crazily collected more and more rare pets because I wanted them to be displayed. That somehow made my friends call the place âDemon Lord Castleâ or âMonster Islandâ but I let the matter pass.
Yes, if there was a time machine so I could fix this, I would be able to complain about this matter of mine.
Now that I understand what kind of situation I have gotten into, I absolutely wonât collect these high level monsters and boss class monsters at allââââ!!!
As I sit down on âThe Throne of Supreme Rulerâ (A showy thing that was decorated with gold and gems, which was a furniture cash item), cold sweat drips down from my head. While I view rows of monster forces that stand side by side before my eyes, Iâm screaming inside.
And then, thereâs a small repeated tapping sound at my side sending me a signal. When I take a look, Tengai gives me a faint wink.
Aah, I have to make some kind of speech here. ...What should I do? I wonder what kind of good important sounding speech I should give. I donât know any type of speech like that... oh well, from the beginning I had wanted to finish this fast and go to bed to sleep.
No, I have to do it properly...
âââEveryone, good day to you!!â
Hmm? I didnât make a mistake in my speech right???
All monsters bow their head all at once. Among them, there were some who put so much strength in their heads that they hit the floor, making cracks on it.
...This building was supposed to be an item that is impossible to break, I wonder if it is repairable now.
I try to keep thinking those trivial things, however, Tengai looks over all those monsters and then opens his mouth in satisfaction.
âHer highness, the princess, has granted you the honor to bow to her. Everyone, raise your faces!â
At that moment without a single mistake, all the monsters rose their faces up.
Uwawawawawawah. S-scary~~~~~!!!
Well, I do see that thereâs some familiarity from their faces. After all, those monsters were the pets that I had captured. Thereâs also a nostalgic feeling from their faces, but well... the front of the grizzly bear that faced me now with the bear doll back then is different?
On the game screen, they were cutely following behind Hiyuki. But now, if I meet any of them when walking along the streets at night, I will faint from the fright.
To make the matter worseââ
For testing, I try to look on the status of Demon Eye Priest who had relatively low stats back then among them.
Race: Demon Eye High Priest
Name: Kokonoe
HP:6,255,000
MP:7,780,000
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Even though it appears that way, he was a small fish type. The rest are mostly nothing but boss class monsters. It seems the ones that are part of this round table all have no pet limiter on them. Even if I wasnât present right now, it shouldnât be a problem right...?
That is what I am thinking, but maybe I just donât know. They were staring me with a deep emotion feeling, âOooh, its Her Highness the princess.â âShe really has returned.â âHer beauty is unchanging.â âHow shining.â âIâm finally able to meet her again.â, there were even those among them who had burst into tears.
Then, to the left side of the throne, stood the dark knight, Kokuyou.
â He dropped the rod shaped spear that he held onto the floor. Next to him stood the nine-tailed fox, Utsuho, holding a folding fan in her hand. While pointing her fan to everyone there, she made a rebuke.
âAll of you in here should be Demon Commanders of this glorious round table, and yet you are all undisciplined like children. You stand before Her Highness the princess! Can you not dignify your appearances just a bit?â
That dialogue raises the tension in the room again.
...No no, I am fine with that warm and fuzzy from before. That was relieving a bit of my tension you see!
âWell then gentleman, our supreme ruler of this glorious round table has returned. With this, our long time of uncertainty has ended. The glory and honor of our kingdom âThe Imperial Crimsonâ will once again be known throughout the world even to the ignorant plebs!!â
âOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!â
Everyone cheered from that extreme speech from Tengai, the shock made me fall down from the throne so I placed my arm on the armrest. Due to the recoil I have stepped down to the floor.
At that moment, everyone concentrated their gazes on me with a fully ama......zing expectation.
...T-this means, if I am not able to perform something here, itâs going to cause an outrage right?
I canât just stay still like this, I guess I canât quit...eh. Oh... well whatever, I will just imitate Tengaiâs speech.
âââStand, all of you! Be with me; raise your voice of triumph to victory!!â
In that moment, the kneeling monsters raise up all at once,
âUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!â
Just now they yelled at twice their normal volume.
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...âGasp, I suddenly came back to myself. Somehow for several seconds, I fainted while standing with my eyes open.
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Iâve never seen Aliciaâs mother before.
âIt seems that sheâs been rather busy as of late, so sheâs not at home very often,â Alicia explains as she ducks under a mess of low hanging branches in our path.
âWhat did she talk to you about?â
âShe was giving me updates on everyoneâs magic levels. Like, she told me that Albert-Oniisama, Gayle-Sama, and Curtis-Sama have all surpassed level and that Duke-Samaâs level has exceeded . Oh yeah, and apparently Liz-san has also reached level as well.â
âHah!? Ke...!â I scoff without meaning to. The idea is just so ridiculous.
All this time, Iâve been completely cut off from the outside world, so I had no idea their abilities were growing that quickly.
Though, thinking back, I do remember that Duke got one more piercing a while ago. He added a green magic stone right next to the blue one on his ear. He must have done that when he surpassed level 100.
.....Reaching that height is not merely amazing at this point. Itâs not normal. Itâs ridiculously unlikely..... Basically impossible!
âNot really.... As the main cast of an otome game, of course theyâre all extraordinary,â Alicia murmurs under her breath.
Her voice is so quiet, I canât even call it a whisper. Her words were pianissimo level inaudible. Itâs to the point where I almost didnât realize she had said anything at all.
If I asked her to repeat them, I doubt sheâd comply, since I probably wasnât meant to hear them in the first place.
âAh, speaking of Liz Cather, Iâve heard rumors that sheâs become extremely popular within not just the academy, but the surrounding town as well.â
âOh, yeah? I predicted as much! Has she visited the impoverished village as well?â
âThereâs no way. That womanâs all talk, no substance. I doubt sheâd be caught dead there.â
âWell, no matter. Since sheâs managed to become everyoneâs little darling now, spreading my name as a renowned and fearsome villainess will almost be too easy. With my antagonistic demeanor, all it will take is one little argument and rumors of my notoriety will get around like the plague,â Alicia declares cheerfully, a bright smile on her face.
Her thought process really is an enigma.
As a villainess, she should be moving purely to maximize her own benefits, so why is she that excited to be hated by everyone? It just doesnât make sense. And yet, I canât call her out on it. I canât bring myself to jeopardize her happiness, even if it is somewhat ill-conceived. When she smiles like that, I feel like Iâm wrapped around her little finger but somehow I have no desire to fight it.
And with the way she is now, Iâm sure it wonât just be me who is captivated. Other talented individuals are sure to flock to her brilliance like moths to a flame. Sheâs that mesmerizing. I wouldnât be surprised if she really were a goddess who had descended upon this world.
âDidnât she talk to you about anything else?â I ask, quickly changing the subject.
âThatâs it? When you told me your mother came, thatâs pretty different from what I had imagined you would talk about.â
âThatâs because sheâs a rather peculiar person. Normally, sheâs gentle and easygoing, but when it comes to certain things, sheâll stand her ground with nerves of steel.... And I never know what will set her off or what sheâs thinking. Like I said, sheâs just... peculiar.â
âShe sounds eccentric.â
What I wanted to say was that she sounds quite a lot like someone I know.... but right as Iâm about to speak, I think better of it and end up just agreeing with her.
âI can see the wall of fog.... Which reminds me, you donât seem that excited to be able to visit Grandpa Will.... Have you been coming without me? But how did you get into the village?â
âWith this,â I say, taking out a vial of light pink liquid and raising it up to show her.
Alicia stares at it in amazement.
I guess she never imagined that I would have something like this in my possession.
âThat.... How did you get it?â
âYour dad gave it to me.â
âFather did....?â Alicia whispers.
Surprise is very clear on her face, but there is also a hint of happiness mixed in as well.
âYup. Apparently this stuffâs called Abell,â I say smirking while I wiggle the vial back-and-forth in the air in front of her. | {
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After a continuous struggle for several minutes, she realized what she was doing. Disgusted at herself, Mira just gave up on wearing the bra, tossing it onto the bed and wore the dress.
Garret left after breakfast with those words and a package while Mira, sipping on her Banana Au Lait, started thinking for a while on where sheâd be going.
The Ancient Temple Nevrapolis dungeon was commonly called âunderground cemeteryâ. Just as the nickname indicates, all six floors of the dungeon were underground.
The dungeon was digging into a mountain and had carved statues on the sides of the path. Overall, it was a magnificent view for a tourist spot if not for the monsters roaming around. On the other hand, the presence of those same monsters was what brought prosperity to the town thanks to the actions of high-ranked adventurers.
In order to enter, one had to go through a large hall that could be used for festivals. Generally, monsters wouldnât spawn there although on some occasions, monsters from the lower levels would ascend, including spirits that donât have a physical body, thus it wasnât safe to rest there unless people had considerable skills.
There was an altar in the middle of this hall, containing the mechanism that would open the way to the first floor of the dungeon.
With each deeper floor, monsters grew stronger to even pose enough of a challenge for high-level players at the th level that they couldnât lower their guard.
As she finished recalling the basic details of the dungeon, Mira drank what remained of her Banana Au Lait and headed over the Spellcasterâs Union after a brief rest.
On her way, she looked around the streets, checking out both people and buildings. Among the people in regular armor and robes she used to see in the game and the girls wearing magical girl clothing from the day before, there were also other rather flashy individuals thatâd ordinarily catch your attention. American ninjas, sword-maniac samurais who seemed to hunt for more swords, and sisters covering their faces with a Hannya mask. There was so much happening before her eyes that Mira didnât know anymore where or what to retort.
(Maybe I am normal after all.)
With nothing to be scared of in a city where such people were walking around, Mira continued on filled with confidence and swinging her arms in relief, forgetting the fact it was her general appearance gathering more attention than her outfit.
Arriving at the union, right after entering Mira ran towards the receptionist she was more familiar with from yesterday, Eureka who was busy with some paperwork. They werenât as far as acquaintances go yet but it was certainly easier talking with her than any other unknown person.
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Having been called, Eureka moved the papers to the side and lifted her gaze, looking ahead. She was met with the sight of Danbulfâs pupil, Mira.
ãOh! Ah, Mira! Good morning! Erm, are you here to get your Adventurerâs ID?ã
Flustered for a moment, she quickly returned to herself and recalled the purpose of Miraâs visit.
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As she said so, Eureka stood up and brought a file from a shelf behind the desk.
ãHere it is. Check it please.ã
She held a card from the file in front of Mira. Name, class, and rank were all written down on this card.
The name read Mira, with summoner as the class, and due to the recommendation letter, the rank was set at C right away. With that, all conditions for the underground cemetery were clear.
ãIn that case, since you are at Rank C, we are allowed to lend operator bracelets. Do you wish to borrow one?ã
Eureka took a silver bracelet from the file and put it on the desk. Needless to say, it was an extremely familiar thing for Mira.
ãNhm, you mean this?ã
Mira rolled up her left sleeve as she talked and showed a bracelet on her thin white wrist. For a moment, Eureka fell silent in astonishment but had immediately come back to herself and affirmed.
ã...Ahh, you... already had one!?ã
Remembering who Mira was, the pupil of a hero, Eureka convinced herself that such an important person already owning a bracelet wasnât strange.
The operator bracelet Eureka pulled out was a replica of the original playerâs operation terminal. Although the functions were limited to the item box and map. The production cost of these replicas was especially high and required a skill not listed in the Encyclopedia, so not many people could afford to have one.
Despite that, due to its overwhelming utility, active high-ranked adventurers of Rank C or higher could apply to receive one from the Guild.
ãJust as expected from Dunbalfâs pupil. Itâs probably better I get used to treating you like so.ã
With a tinge of anxiety, Eureka reminded herself to keep in mind at all times this girl was the pupil of a hero.
Pulling herself together, she opened the file again and gave a sheet of paper to Mira.
ãThis here is a summary of how the Union works. Missions are assigned a rank and you are unable to accept missions ranked higher than you. You may participate in group missions even if they are higher than your rank but thatâs at your own risk and discretion.
Additionally, dungeons are limited by rank. They are managed by the union departments in the closest cities, so feel free to go there when you need a permit to enter them. There are penalties for breaching the entry rules so please be careful.
Lastly, subjugation missions require you to deliver the necessary number of soul stones in the request. If for any reason you were unable to deliver that amount, it will be counted as a failure even if you did complete it.
Do you have any questions?ã
ãA permit is required...ã
Miraâs current goal was a dungeon and judging by the conversation, without a permit there would be a penalty.
ãI wish to enter the underground cemetery after this...the Ancient Temple Nevrapolis, how can I get the permit?ã
ãAll of a sudden!? ...well, the reception desk to the furthest right from the entrance handles the dungeon management so you can get your authorization there.ã
Slightly twisting her body, Mira looked over at the right side of the reception desks. While there were a lot of people around the central ones, the right side pertaining to the dungeon management was moderately empty.
ãAlso, the use of union facilities is basically free. Food, drinks, and other consumables are discounted. In the case that you damage the building or furniture, the repair costs will be deducted from your reward so please use them with care.ã
Finished with the required explanations, Eureka pulled out a leather case with the same size as the card from her pocket. It was a very cute cardholder, designed in pink color with a wand and ribbons drawn on it.
ãIt is a present from me. Please use it for your Adventurerâs ID.ã
ãYe... yea. Thanks.ã
Overwhelmed by the girly design, Mira couldnât just refuse Eurekaâs proof of goodwill, thus she meekly nodded. Seeing her actions being accepted to that point, Eureka, happy as none can be, quickly placed Miraâs ID inside the card case and happily handed it over with a blooming smile. Mira could only just accept it with a rather dry expression.
ãThe union chief also wants to give you something. As today heâs going to be busy preparing, he wants you to come back again tomorrow when you have some free time.ã
ãSomething to give me?ã
ãYes. I donât know what is it but it seems to be an order from King Solomon.ã
ãFrom him?... It doesnât sound that good. Well, fine. I only have to come here tomorrow, right?
ãYes, please.ã
ãUnderstood.ã
Mira had no clue what she would receive from the union chief but considering itâs an order from Solomon, itâd probably be something related to the mission.
ãWith this, all formalities are finished. Moreover, only I and the union chief know about your situation, so if thereâs something you need, feel free to ask me.ã
ãIâll remember that.ã
ãAnd afterward...ã
ãWhat, do you have anything else?ã
Looking like she had a hard time talking about it, Eureka with sparkling eyes vigorously reached out her hands.
ãPlease let me have a handshake!ã
Eureka mustered up all her courage to finally ask for that, bowing her head. Up until now, she had to handle all matters as professionally as her position required as an employee of the union. However, now that her duties are finally finished with that, she wasnât able to stay still with how much her personal desires were bothering her.
Eureka was a huge fan of Danbulf, so much so as to even flood her home with all Danbulf-related commercialized goods.
During her long vacations, she went to Silver Horn and spent her time off on pilgrimages to look up at the Silver Towers.
Eureka couldnât avoid falling into pure bliss, having the pupil of a hero who hasnât been heard of for so long standing right in front of her. If other fellow employees knew about the situation she was in, theyâd probably be impressed by self-control to perform her duties as they knew how much she loved the hero Danbulf.
ãIs this enough for you...?ã
Overwhelmed by her energy, Mira offered her hand. As she did so, Eureka gently but strongly squeezed it with both her hands as if to engrave the sensation in herself. Moreover, she was so moved that it even brought her to tears.
ãThank you for that. I will never wash this hand again!ã
ãIt would be preferable if you still washed it.ã
Unaware of how much of a Danbulfâs fan Eureka was, Mira slightly drew back with her answer. Even if she did not understand it at all, she considered it should be alright as long as Eureka was happy about it.
ãGood luck with your adventurerâs life. Thank you for using our services!ã
All set and sent by Eureka, Mira left and walked towards the desk that handled the permission to enter the underground cemetery.
ãI would like a pass for the Ancient Temple, can I get it here?ã
Arriving at the desk, Mira asked straight away about it since she was looking at the nameplate saying âDungeon Permitsâ.
Mira felt that voice being oddly familiar for some reason so she looked up.
Eureka was there.
Due to hearing Mira mention something about the Ancient Temple Nevrapolis, Eureka temporarily swapped places with the woman assigned to this desk by pleading with all her might.
Somewhat baffled at seeing her here, Mira started filling the required paperwork to access the Ancient Temple.
Once done with the formalities and paying a , Rils commission, she received the pass for the dungeon from a very excited Eureka in the form of a card with some drawn figures on it.
At the same time, Mira received an explanation on how to use it.
Firstly, touch the barrier stone at the entrance with the card to remove the projected barrier and enter. The barrier will be restored seconds after the card is moved away from the stone.
A card can only be used once to enter and sheâd need to fill out the documents again to request another pass.
As for leaving the dungeon, there wasnât anything special about it, sheâd just need to walk out through the barrier.
Once the card has been used, use the recycle box in the union to dispose of it.
Nodding at each instruction line, Mira left the union after another handshake with Eureka.
After walking out, Mira thought of putting the pass inside the lovely card case she received from Eureka and opened it. She pondered if she should be doing some sightseeing in the town before the dungeon or just head there straight away.
On that moment of thought, a noise came from the Warriorâs Union.
ãFine then! I will go alone!ã
Along that shout, the door opened and a boy jumped out the building, running in Miraâs direction. While the boy had tears in his eyes and had his sight down in frustration, Mira was occupied looking at her card case while storing the pass, hence it was inevitable what would happen.
ãAaargh!ã
ãGah!ã
The boy bumped head-first into Mira while she, on the other hand, managed to stay on her legs despite wavering from the impact.
ãWhat the!ã
Mira reflexively scowled at the one who bumped into her. Looking at the grumbling boy who fell on the ground, her anger cooled down. She walked up to him and helped him up with both of her hands.
ãAre you alright, lad? Does it hurt anywhere?ã
Approaching the boy, Mira glanced at him and gently asked, wiping his tears with her sleeves right after.
ãYeah. Iâm sorry for bumping into you.ã
The boy quickly bowed and answered politely, stringing Miraâs admiration at his educated behavior that she ended up patting his head while answering with ãItâs fineã.
ãHow about you, are you hurt anywhere?ã
Mira was slightly startled at that question coming from somewhere else as she then saw a womanâs face appear before her.
The woman was dressed in light armor with a contrast of white and green, and a slim sword was equipped at her waist. She seemed to be a long-eared elf with black long hair and droopy eyes.
Looking at that woman, the boy looked away in irritation.
ãYe... yea. Iâm fine.ã
Judging by her figure, appearance, and equipment, Mira decided to try and inspect her, thinking she was reasonably strong.
From what she got, her name was Emera. She had a high MP and dexterity with reasonable HP stats, and adding up the equipment bonus, it was a bit better than that.
In comparison to the stats that Graia, the commander of the magic knights, had, Mira concluded they were on par in strength.
ãWho are you though? This lad was crying before falling down right? Do you perhaps know anything about that?ã
If he only cried after the fall, Mira would have sent him home with an Apple au Lait without worrying too much about it. However, with how red and swollen his eyes were, they revealed he was crying much more and for longer than that. With an unforgivable glare for making a child cry, she turned towards the elf woman.
ãOh... For some reason, Iâm being treated as the villain... Well... To start with, I am Emera and I belong to the Warriorâs Union, Rank C, generally classified as a high-rank adventurer.ã
ãHmm. Iâm Mira. I have just joined the Spellcasterâs Union.ã
ãWow. To be an adventurer at that age. Magicians seem to be really amusing.ã
ãRather than that, do you know what happened?ã
Looking up at Emera, Mira wiped the still flowing tears of the boy.
ãDonât stare at me like that. This big sister will feel hurt.ã
Looking like sheâs been emotionally hurt, Emera hung down her brows. If she resembled anything, sheâd look like a shy big sister. As Mira didnât have a habit of hurting women, she softened her expression and started to think that Emera didnât actually make this boy cry.
ãErr, if you registered in the union, you should have heard about the dungeon permissions, right?ã
ãYea, paying a ,000 Rils commission, you can get a pass. Dungeons are assigned ranks and to enter you must have the same rank, are you talking about that?ã
ãYes, yes. About that...ã
While Emera was speaking, the boy noticed the card case lying on the ground.
ãAh, excuse me. Itâs my fault.ã
After apologizing, the boy picked up the card case and judging by the lovely design he understood that it should belong to Mira. However, as he took a brief glance at the cards, he changed his expression completely.
ãBig sis! Is big sis at C rank!?ã
The boy wiped what remained of his tears and looked at Mira with his eyes full of hope. Without understanding what was going on, Mira nodded with relief, content as long as he stopped crying.
ãYea, I am.ã
ãEh... no way!? You said that you just entered the union! After the registration, shouldnât you be at Rank G!?ã
Emera was even more shocked than the boy. That reaction was normal as receiving Rank C right after registering at the Guild was unheard of before. Even with recommendation letters, she knew that they would get Rank E at best.
Emera rushed to peek at the card case the boy held in his hands. She indeed confirmed that Miraâs Adventurer ID indicated she was Rank C.
ãWhatâs going on... Itâs genuine...ã
With her eyes wide open, Emera stared at the pass for the Ancient Temple Nevrapolis and just like with Miraâs ID, she confirmed it was also genuine. However, even if one managed to fake the rank written on the license, the union did manage all of the adventurersâ information and faking oneâs rank would not work when asking for permission to enter a dungeon.
ãThe pass to the Ancient Temple... a genuine oneã
As Emera said that, she suddenly noticed her mistake. Panicked, she glanced at the boy who was looking at Mira with a stronger shine in his eyes and bowed to her.
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And then the next year, we start again.
Now, the car you see in front of you is quite complicated.
The chassis is made up of about 11,000 components, the engine another 6,000, the electronics about eight and a half thousand.
So there's about 25,000 things there that can go wrong.
So motor racing is very much about attention to detail.
The other thing about Formula 1 in particular is we're always changing the car.
We're always trying to make it faster.
So every two weeks, we will be making about 5,000 new components to fit to the car.
Five to 10 percent of the race car will be different every two weeks of the year.
So how do we do that?
Well, we start our life with the racing car.
We have a lot of sensors on the car to measure things.
On the race car in front of you here there are about 120 sensors when it goes into a race.
It's measuring all sorts of things around the car.
That data is logged. We're logging about 500 different parameters within the data systems, about 13,000 health parameters and events to say when things are not working the way they should do, and we're sending that data back to the garage using telemetry at a rate of two to four megabits per second.
So during a two-hour race, each car will be sending 750 million numbers.
That's twice as many numbers as words that each of us speaks in a lifetime.
It's a huge amount of data.
But it's not enough just to have data and measure it.
You need to be able to do something with it.
So we've spent a lot of time and effort in turning the data into stories to be able to tell, what's the state of the engine, how are the tires degrading, what's the situation with fuel consumption?
So all of this is taking data and turning it into knowledge that we can act upon.
Okay, so let's have a look at a little bit of data.
Let's pick a bit of data from another three-month-old patient.
This is a child, and what you're seeing here is real data, and on the far right-hand side, where everything starts getting a little bit catastrophic, that is the patient going into cardiac arrest.
It was deemed to be an unpredictable event.
This was a heart attack that no one could see coming.
But when we look at the information there, we can see that things are starting to become a little fuzzy about five minutes or so before the cardiac arrest.
We can see small changes in things like the heart rate moving.
These were all undetected by normal thresholds which would be applied to data.
So the question is, why couldn't we see it?
Was this a predictable event?
Can we look more at the patterns in the data to be able to do things better?
So this is a child, about the same age as the racing car on stage, three months old.
It's a patient with a heart problem.
Now, when you look at some of the data on the screen above, things like heart rate, pulse, oxygen, respiration rates, they're all unusual for a normal child, but they're quite normal for the child there, and so one of the challenges you have in health care is, how can I look at the patient in front of me, have something which is specific for her, and be able to detect when things start to change,
when things start to deteriorate?
Because like a racing car, any patient, when things start to go bad, you have a short time to make a difference.
So what we did is we took a data system which we run every two weeks of the year in Formula 1 and we installed it on the hospital computers at Birmingham Children's Hospital.
We streamed data from the bedside instruments in their pediatric intensive care so that we could both look at the data in real time and, more importantly, to store the data so that we could start to learn from it.
And then, we applied an application on top which would allow us to tease out the patterns in the data in real time so we could see what was happening, so we could determine when things started to change.
Now, in motor racing, we're all a little bit ambitious, audacious, a little bit arrogant sometimes, as they were being transported to intensive care.
Why should we wait until they arrived in the hospital before we started to look?
And so we installed a real-time link between the ambulance and the hospital, just using normal 3G telephony to send that data so that the ambulance became an extra bed in intensive care.
And then we started looking at the data.
So the wiggly lines at the top, all the colors, this is the normal sort of data you would see on a monitor -- heart rate, pulse, oxygen within the blood, and respiration.
The lines on the bottom, the blue and the red, these are the interesting ones.
The red line is showing an automated version of the early warning score that Birmingham Children's Hospital were already running.
They'd been running that since 2008, and already have stopped cardiac arrests and distress within the hospital.
The blue line is an indication of when patterns start to change, and immediately, before we even started putting in clinical interpretation, we can see that the data is speaking to us.
It's telling us that something is going wrong.
The plot with the red and the green blobs, this is plotting different components of the data against each other.
The green is us learning what is normal for that child.
We call it the cloud of normality.
And when things start to change, when conditions start to deteriorate, we move into the red line.
There's no rocket science here.
It is displaying data that exists already in a different way, to amplify it, to provide cues to the doctors, to the nurses, so they can see what's happening.
In the same way that a good racing driver relies on cues to decide when to apply the brakes, when to turn into a corner, we need to help our physicians and our nurses to see when things are starting to go wrong.
So we have a very ambitious program.
We think that the race is on to do something differently.
We are thinking big. It's the right thing to do.
We have an approach which, if it's successful, there's no reason why it should stay within a hospital.
It can go beyond the walls.
With wireless connectivity these days, there is no reason why patients, doctors and nurses always have to be in the same place at the same time.
And meanwhile, we'll take our little three-month-old baby, keep taking it to the track, keeping it safe, and making it faster and better.
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | All the footage was taken from our open ROV, which is a robot that we built in our garage.
So ROV stands for Remote Operated Vehicle, which in our case means our little robot sends live video across that ultra-thin tether back to the computer topside.
It's open source, meaning we publish and share all of our design files and all of our code online, allowing anyone to modify or improve or change the design.
It's built with mostly off-the-shelf parts and costs about 1,000 times cheaper than the ROVs James Cameron used to explore the Titanic.
So ROVs aren't new.
They've been around for decades.
Scientists use ROVs to explore the oceans.
Oil and gas companies use them for exploration and construction.
What we've built isn't unique.
It's how we've built it that's really unique.
So I want to give you a quick story of how it got started.
So a few years ago, my friend Eric and I decided we wanted to explore this underwater cave in the foothills of the Sierras.
We had heard this story about lost gold from a Gold Rush-era robbery, and we wanted to go up there.
Unfortunately, we didn't have any money and we didn't have any tools to do it.
So Eric had an initial design idea for a robot, but we didn't have all the parts figured out, so we did what anybody would do in our situation: we asked the Internet for help.
More specifically, we created this website, openROV.com, and shared our intentions and our plans For the first few months, it was just Eric and I talking back to each other on the forums, but pretty soon, we started to get feedback from makers and hobbyists, and then actually professional ocean engineers who had some suggestions for what we should do.
We kept working on it. We learned a lot.
We kept prototyping, and eventually, we decided we wanted to go to the cave. We were ready.
So about that time, our little expedition became quite a story, and it got picked up in The New York Times.
And we were pretty much just overwhelmed with interest from people who wanted a kit that they could build this open ROV themselves.
So we decided to put the project on Kickstarter, and when we did, we raised our funding goal in about two hours, and all of a sudden, had this money to make these kits.
But then we had to learn how to make them.
I mean, we had to learn small batch manufacturing.
So we quickly learned that our garage was not big enough to hold our growing operation.
But we were able to do it, we got all the kits made, thanks a lot to TechShop, which was a big help to us, and we shipped these kits all over the world just before Christmas of last year, so it was just a few months ago.
But we're already starting to get video and photos back from all over the world, including this shot from under the ice in Antarctica.
We've also learned the penguins love robots.
So we're still publishing all the designs online, encouraging anyone to build these themselves.
That's the only way that we could have done this.
By being open source, we've created this distributed R&D network, and we're moving faster than any venture-backed counterpart.
But the actual robot is really only half the story.
The real potential, the long term potential, is with this community of DIY ocean explorers that are forming all over the globe.
What can we discover when there's thousands of these devices roaming the seas?
So you're probably all wondering: the cave.
Did you find the gold?
Well, we didn't find any gold, but we decided that what we found was much more valuable.
It was the glimpse into a potential future for ocean exploration.
It's something that's not limited to the James Camerons of the world, but something that we're all participating in.
It's an underwater world we're all exploring together.
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But I will demonstrate different ways to get rid of difficulties and go to the point, to find an answer probably much quicker than Arthur did. So, first, we violate the common sense, the logic. All of you, if you hold your hand like this, 90 degrees -- all of you. Not you.
All of you, right? Palm up.
If you do this, the common, the logic says you must turn the wrist.
Do you agree?
Good.
But I will first teach you a method, how you can do it without moving the wrist, and then the shortcut.
You can do it immediately, right?
Hold the hand like this, palm up.
Don't move the wrist. The wrist is -- Right-molded you say, with iron?
That was a joke, actually, and I -- OK.
Hold the hand palm up. Do this, don't move the wrist.
Over the heart, don't move the wrist.
Forward, don't move the wrist.
Up, don't move the wrist. Over the heart, don't move the wrist.
And forward. Yeah.
Now -- -- logic, logically, you have got to this position from this, without moving the wrist.
Now, the shortcut.
But it was six moves. Now with one move.
I start here, palm down, you can follow.
And then look at me.
Yeah! One move. OK.
So, that was the warming up.
Now, I need an assistant.
I talked to a nice girl before, Zoe.
She has left. No! A big hand.
Good. Nice. And you can sit over there.
One item here was water, right?
And I will give my tribute to water.
I think it's enough with water for me. The other guys can talk about -- cheers.
Beer has about -- there's a lot of water in beer.
So, now memorizing, control cards and so on.
And I think I'll take off this one.
I work with a special method to do it, quick.
I work with precision -- oh, sorry -- control and a very powerful ...
memory system, right?
So, if -- I have studied the poker. I like to gamble.
Officially, I don't gamble but ...
So, if we are -- if we have five person, and I will do a five-handed poker game.
Now I will interact. So a different person all the time, so not the same person can answer.
So we have an agreement.
Which one shall have a good poker hand?
Which number? One, two, three, four or five? Lennart Green: Three -- good.
And here, I had a mat here to make it a little -- the critical moment is -- sorry.
If a card shark gathers the cards together, immediately when he -- before he deals the card. Now, so I think, number three, I have arranged them in a full house.
With queens and -- it's OK -- queens and tens.
That's a challenge. I like this.
I will explain later. One, two, three, four, five.
I start with three queens.
So here you see the contrast when I treat the cards.
And two tens.
Yeah. Thank you.
But also the other hand is good, if all the other guys have good hands too.
So these guys have actually a stronger hand -- This guy beats them with four of a kind, or deuce -- deuce.
No reaction? That with even -- OK, and this.
These look in order, I'm probably -- hopefully -- yeah. Three, four, five, six, seven and ...
But, of course, I will have the winning hand.
Ten, jack, queen, king, ace.
Yeah. So, good.
So the hand that looks so good from the beginning, number three, at the end was actually the lowest hand.
Such life. Right?
So, please mix them.
Now, if you are interested, I will demonstrate some underground techniques.
Yes?
I work with kind of estimation, shuffle tracking -- ah, good.
Impressive. Thank you.
So, first, the first term is estimation.
Here, I can estimate exactly how many cards are put between my royal flush.
Of course, I can count the cards, but this is much quicker.
Right? You agree.
So here I have, actually -- I know exactly where the cards are.
So here, I can make a bet, and this is actually one of the points where I get my money.
So here: 10, jack, queen, king, ace.
OK.
Next is a term -- I do it quick. I call this stealing.
So here, I think I know about where the cards are.
I will spread the cards and you'll say stop, when I point to them, right. Point, say stop.
LG: Here -- you see some are missing?
And that's the stealing cards, which I did.
OK.
Now, another term called shuffle tracking.
Shuffle tracking means I keep track of the cards, even if another person shuffles.
This is a little risky.
So -- because if you look, now, I can still see it.
You agree? But if you square -- square, and shuffle, and then a cut.
So here, to follow my cards, I must look at the shuffle from the begin -- ah, we are started together. It's OK, it's OK.
Come to -- no, no, no, no.
I'm joking, yeah?
Any style -- yeah, good.
Here I have to calculate, but actually, I don't like to calculate.
I work direct with the right brain.
If you pass the left brain, you have to take care of logic and common sense.
Direct in the right brain, that's much better. And so -- -- Arthur Benjamin did a little of the same thing.
And if you work with, in the right atmosphere, with humor, you have -- that's the password to the cosmic bank of knowledge, where you can find any solution of any problem.
OK. Now, I drop the cards, and you say stop anyway, right?
Not at the last card.
When I'm sober, I do this much quicker, but we will check.
Ah, not in order, it -- that was a mistake.
No, I'm kidding.
No, now and then I put in a mistake, just to emphasize how difficult it is.
Right?
Yeah, last night I forgot that. That was a mistake.
But now I'm glad I remember it.
So, this deck is bought here. Sorry.
I have a little pad to make it a little softer.
This deck is bought here in America.
"Bicycle." And this deck is very flexible, but not so many people know, if you check, if you press at the right spots, you see how thin and flexible this deck is, right?
Now, you can carry this in your wallet, so ...
You don't see it, make no reaction?
So, but here, and -- is the camera getting too much? No.
Yeah? LG: Pardon? But then, when we will have it back, you do this.
But not too much.
Then you have to push it down again.
Here, please. If you push these heaps -- everyone see -- push them together so they are really interlaced, right? Yeah, good.
Perfect.
Just push them through, good. Thank you.
And then, I will demonstrate a thing from Russian satellite, stealen -- stolen, probably copied from America but we will see.
shortcuts. I talk about shortcuts.
Now I go very quick through the deck and try to find some pattern.
The new chaos theory is already old, right?
But you know, I think you are familiar with fractals -- the Mandelbrot spirals and all these things.
And it's much easier to memorize cards in a pattern way, and not concentrate. If you concentrate and calculate, then you go to -- then it's the left brain. But if you just look and talk in another language ...
Yeah, great.
I think I have it.
So now, different persons, older, tap.
Please name any card, anyone.
LG: Jack of spades.
Jack of spades.
I think jack of spades is number 12 from the top.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12. Yes, right.
So -- oh, jack of spades.
You said spades? LG: Ah.
My fault. Don't applaud, this was clubs.
So, jack of spades.
I think ...
23 -- 24, sorry, 24.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23 -- ah, 25, yes.
It's the last.
Now, I do it quicker, better.
OK. Another person. Oh, I forgot, I shouldn't shuffle but I think -- -- actually, my technique is to peek, all the time.
When I lift the heap, I peek.
You see, yeah, perfect.
Three, four, five, six. Then I calculate -- yeah, good.
Another person, another card. LG: Seven of diamonds. Perfect, my favorite, yeah, seven.
So I will do it quick, very quick, but in slow motion, so you can follow.
Seven of? LG: Diamonds, good. I start here.
Good, thank you.
The thing I did -- I peeked.
I know where the card were, then I chose it. So another person, another card.
Another person.
LG: Pardon?
LG: Ten of diamonds, yeah.
I think I do it the same way. I like to, so I know where it is.
Ten of diamonds.
But now I do it the regular speed, right?
Ten of diamonds.
Good.
Maybe you will cut? Lift.
Excellent.
So, thank you. Another person, another card.
LG: Pardon? LG: Five of clubs. It's not the same person, even if it's the same spot.
We can take some over there later. So now, I will drop the cards.
And you'll say stop, anywhere. Got it?
Five of clubs.
Not the last. Yes, that's difficult to find a card here.
We do it again.
The person who said five of clubs say stop, when the cards are in the air, right?
LG: Very good.
OK.
OK, I had to use a little force there.
I think we save five of clubs.
And now a card with a contrast of five of clubs.
LG: Queen of hearts, yeah.
Excellent. I love that card.
Here, I will do the most difficult thing.
For example, you are sitting in Las Vegas, and you're betting, and you let the other guys peek this card by mistake. Feel, it's just the regular, one card.
And now, when I lift this card, it shall be your card. What was your card?
LG: Queen of? Queen of hearts.
So that's a tough challenge, right?
So here, I grab -- you know this? Five of clubs ...
and queen of hearts. Yes!
This is a tough one, because here I must take advantage of -- I switch it with the five of clubs.
So, now a false count.
Which card shall I use? Queen or five?
Zoe: The queen. LG: Queen, yes.
So, I use the queen, and here's five of clubs.
The false count -- and the number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight -- you say the same card all the time.
Eight, nine, 10.
This is a kind of optical deal, right?
When I put one card at a table -- look, it's not one card. It's -- look, it's a bunch of cards that gives this impression.
Yeah.
Now some hard stuff.
I think we keep the queen here, yes.
Now, to the satellites things.
This -- oh sorry, don't look at the beam. My fault.
This is high-frequency laser, and it's enough with a fraction of a second to destroy the retina completely.
Right, sorry, my -- I should have mentioned that, yeah.
But you can relax, because it takes half an hour before it works, so you have plenty of time to see my whole performance.
Now, I put the laser here, and -- now, when I deal the cards in the laser, I know where they are but -- yes?
Did the camera got it?
No?
They didn't?
What happened?
LG: OK, I'll take another group.
Do the cameras see the cards now?
No? LG: But you see the hand.
Ah, good, good, good. But now.
So now, that was the reason, right?
You see the cards? Yes.
Yeah, good.
Now -- -- one guy laughed. So now, to find the queen, do it this way: take back the other one, take back the queen.
Yeah, interesting, but a little dangerous.
I liked it. Now, a little more difficult.
Name -- anyone, name, please, any suit.
LG: Spades? Spades, good.
So here, here I have to peek, lots of cards.
I think there are lots of -- I don't know how many -- but 10, 15 spades in a deck, at least, right?
So every time I lift the heap, I peek, right.
Then I arrange them so I can get them quick.
Perfect, excellent.
So I start with the ace -- yeah, ace. Ah, yeah -- spades?
Same mistake as before, right?
So -- I arrange the spades -- the clubs.
I try to do this right here. First, I take the spades.
You see, I don't work with prestige, so always do mistakes.
It doesn't matter to me.
And now and then, I get some extra sympathy points, right?
One, two, three, four -- yes, the camera got it? Five, six, seven, eight -- ah -- nine, 10, the jack, jack of spades, queen of -- I like that laugh, yeah! Good. Queen.
Wait, wait, wait -- please take any card.
Grab any one. Quick, quick, good.
And we switch this to the king.
Ace of diamonds.
And now, look, ace of diamonds will guide.
So I find ...
king of spades.
There was the place. And here is king of spades, correct?
Yeah? OK.
Now, a little more difficult thing.
Maybe you think I have the cards in order already, so you help me to shuffle again.
Another suit, please.
LG: Pardon? LG: It was after the blindfold.
I like this guy, yeah.
OK. That should be my end effect, but OK.
Armani -- who said Armani? You?
I drop the cards and you -- which size?
Which size? It's a piece of cake. I like challenges.
Which size?
LG: Extra large, OK.
Say stop. LG: Yeah, Armani. OK.
Ah, this is tough.
OK, a suit. I had clubs before, spades.
Another suit. LG: Diamonds, perfect.
So, in this case, I try to locate diamonds. I look at the cards, and OK.
We try. Yeah. You help me.
If I drop the card face up, like this, you reverse it. Zoe: OK.
LG: OK, now.
Do with both hands, and quick. Yes, good, good.
I think we have it now. Yeah, good, good.
So here, diamonds, hearts -- no, diamonds. Good, good.
Stop. Do you see the pattern?
No? Now?
Yes, yes, OK.
I work with pattern.
Oh sorry, I dropped one.
Maybe it's important -- yeah -- nine of diamonds, OK.
So now -- I always ask, why do I put myself in this position?
I have to figure out so many outs, when I miss some cards, but I love it. So now, the diamonds, but I will do it the hard way.
It's too easy to do it right away, right?
I think I will do it ...
blindfolded.
At this distance, it works immediately.
Aargh!
Duct tape.
I look -- shake the cards, so I don't.
Go ahead. Yeah, good. I like the empathy.
But it was -- did you hear?
It was women's voice. Hear the guy -- yeah, more, more, more.
Yeah, good. Yeah.
You can take the nostril too, because some guys think -- -- some guys think I can peek through the nostril, so do more. Go, go.
Right? Good.
Satisfied?
Looks good, like Batman. Ow!
No, with dignity and elegance, right?
But I like her, yeah. I said, be a little tough.
And it was OK. One more?
The last.
OK.
All right.
Now you must agree that I'm -- I must rely on other senses, right?
I work with vibration.
So, what was the card?
Diamonds. Ah, I memorized hearts.
So now I have to improvise again.
Maybe I'll stand up. Half.
Diamonds -- I'll start with ace of diamonds.
Just kidding, warming up -- king of hearts.
And I give you a diamonds, so they -- so you put them here, in a nice row, right. And you can see, yeah? Good.
Ace of diamonds, yes? Zoe: Yeah.
LG: Good. Good. Two -- -- thank you.
I never ever miss two. This is interesting.
Always I've found two, but the wrong color. Spades, sorry.
And the deck is a gift to you after, so let the skepticals here, in this, examine them, right? Remind me. It's a gift.
Two -- and it was two of spades, right?
Sorry, two of diamonds. I'll do it quick now.
Three -- three of diamonds. Yes!
Four -- I like challenges, yes.
Yeah, good.
LG: Pardon?
CA: You're peeking. You just got to -- this is a request from the lady in the back.
Okay.
Try that.
LG: Yeah. Also listen.
OK, now.
This is maybe a little tough.
We will try.
Yes? Good?
OK. So, how many cards? Five? Zoe: Four.
LG: Four. Is five the next card?
LG: It's not here? Zoe: It's not there.
LG: Oh.
So here, all the cards are face down -- you agree? LG: Yes? You see that in the screen?
And this is face up, and it's not at the bottom here.
So next card will be -- was it five?
Zoe: Five. LG: Yeah -- I will reverse it face up here.
Yes? Zoe: Yeah.
LG: Six -- six with the thumb.
Seven.
Yeah, I do this. I know where it is, because I peeked before and then I do this.
Right?
Eight.
If -- and then nine, right?
Yeah.
Yesterday -- the day before yesterday, I was in Vegas, and I used this actually.
Nine? Yeah? Correct?
No? Yes! Ah, good, good.
Ten -- once again, I love this Jonny Wayne move.
Yeah. Jack -- you [unclear] with Jack?
Jack of diamonds, correct? LG: Yes?
And queen! Queen, with misdirection.
Misdirection. Yeah?
And then, king, after exactly five seconds.
Yeah. Five. Five seconds.
One, two, three, four -- mmm!
Check it.
Yes?
Good. Oh.
Touch me, feel -- ah, ah, you know!
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ãããã¨ãããããžãã | It's a lot easier to be lighthearted about other people's tragedy and I want to keep it in the spirit of the conference.
So, if you believe the media accounts, being a drug dealer in the height of the crack cocaine epidemic was a very glamorous life, in the words of Virginia Postrel.
There was money, there was drugs, guns, women, you know, you name it -- jewelry, bling-bling -- it had it all.
What I'm going to tell you today is that, in fact, based on 10 years of research, a unique opportunity to go inside a gang -- to see the actual books, the financial records of the gang -- that the answer turns out not to be that being in the gang was a glamorous life.
But I think, more realistically, that being in a gang -- selling drugs for a gang -- is perhaps the worst job in all of America.
And that's what I'd like to convince you of today.
So there are three things I want to do.
First, I want to explain how and why crack cocaine had such a profound influence on inner-city gangs.
Secondly, I want to tell you the inner workings of a gang -- an interesting story, I think.
And then third, I want to tell you, in a very superficial way, when we actually got to look at the financial records, the books, of the gang.
So before I do that, just one warning, which is that this presentation has been rated 'R' by the Motion Picture Association of America.
It contains adult themes, adult language.
Given who is up on the stage, you'll be delighted to know that, in fact, there'll be no nudity -- Unexpected wardrobe malfunctions aside.
So let me start by talking about crack cocaine, and how it transformed the gang.
To do that, you have to actually go back to a time before crack cocaine, in the early '80s, and look at it from the perspective of a gang leader.
Being a gang leader in the inner city wasn't such a bad deal in the mid-'80s -- the early '80s, let me say.
Now, you had a lot of power, and you got to beat people up -- you got a lot of prestige, a lot of respect.
But the thing is, there was no money in it.
The gang had no way to make money.
You couldn't charge dues to the people in the gang, because the people in the gang didn't have any money.
You couldn't really make any money selling marijuana -- marijuana's too cheap, it turns out.
You can't get rich selling marijuana.
You couldn't sell cocaine; cocaine's a great product -- powdered cocaine -- but you've got to know rich white people.
And most of the inner-city gang members didn't know any rich white people, so couldn't sell to that market.
You couldn't really do petty crime, either.
Turns out, petty crime's a terrible way to make a living.
As a result, as a gang leader, you had, you know, power -- it's a pretty good life -- but the thing was, in the end, you were living at home with your mother.
And so it wasn't really a career.
There were limits to how powerful and important you could be if you had to live at home with your mother.
Then along comes crack cocaine.
And in the words of Malcolm Gladwell, crack cocaine was the extra-chunky version of tomato sauce for the inner city.
Because crack cocaine was an unbelievable innovation.
I don't have time to talk about it today, but if you think about it, I would say that in the last 25 years, of every invention or innovation that's occurred in this country, the biggest one in terms of impact on the well-being of people who live in the inner city, was crack cocaine.
And for the worse -- not for the better, but for the worse.
It had a huge impact on life.
So what was it about crack cocaine?
It was a brilliant way of getting the brain high.
Because you could smoke crack cocaine -- you can't smoke powdered cocaine -- and smoking is a much more efficient mechanism of delivering a high than snorting it.
And it turned out there was this audience that didn't know it wanted crack cocaine, but when it came, it really did.
And it was a perfect drug; you could buy the cocaine that went into it for a dollar, sell it for five dollars.
Highly addictive -- the high was very short.
So for fifteen minutes, you get this great high, and then when you come down, all you want to do is get high again.
It created a wonderful market.
And for the people who were there running the gang, it was a great way, seemingly, to make a lot of money.
At least for the people on the top.
So this is where we enter the picture.
Not really me -- I'm really a bit player in all this.
My co-author, Sudhir Venkatesh, is the main character.
He was a math major in college who had a good heart, and decided he wanted to get a sociology PhD, came to the University of Chicago.
Now, the three months before he came to Chicago, he had spent following the Grateful Dead.
And in his own words, he "looked like a freak."
He's a South Asian -- very dark-skinned South Asian.
Big man, and he had hair, in his words, "down to his ass."
Defied all kinds of boundaries: Was he black or white? Was he man or woman?
He was really a curious sight to be seen.
So he showed up at the University of Chicago, and the famous sociologist William Julius Wilson was doing a book that involved surveying people all across Chicago.
He took one look at Sudhir, who was going to go do some surveys for him, and decided he knew exactly the place to send him, which was to one of the toughest, most notorious housing projects not just in Chicago, but in the entire United States.
So Sudhir, the suburban boy who had never really been in the inner city, dutifully took his clipboard and walked down to this housing project, gets to the first building.
The first building? Well, there's nobody there.
But he hears some voices up in the stairwell, so he climbs up the stairwell, comes around the corner, and finds a group of young African-American men playing dice.
This is about 1990, peak of the crack epidemic.
This is a very dangerous job, being in a gang. You don't like to be surprised.
You don't like to be surprised by people who come around the corner.
And the mantra was: shoot first; ask questions later.
Now, Sudhir was lucky -- he was such a freak, and that clipboard probably saved his life, because they figured no other rival gang member would be coming up to shoot at them with a clipboard.
So his greeting was not particularly warm, but they did say, well, OK -- let's hear your questions on your survey.
the first question on the survey that he was sent to ask was: "How do you feel about being poor and Black in America?" Makes you wonder about academics.
So the choice of answers were: [A) Very Good B) Good C) Bad D) Very Bad] What Sudhir found out is, in fact, that the real answer was the following: The survey was not, in the end, going to be what got Sudhir off the hook.
He was held hostage overnight in the stairwell.
There was a lot of gunfire, there were a lot of philosophical discussions he had with the gang members.
By morning, the gang leader arrived, checked out Sudhir, decided he was no threat, and they let him go home.
So Sudhir went home, took a shower, took a nap.
And you and I, probably, faced with the situation, would think, "I guess I'm going to write my dissertation on The Grateful Dead, I've been following them for the last three months."
Sudhir, on the other hand, got right back, walked down to the housing project, went up to the second floor, and said: "Hey, guys, I had so much fun hanging out with you last night, I wonder if I could do it again tonight."
And that was the beginning of what turned out to be a beautiful relationship that involved Sudhir living in the housing project on and off for 10 years, hanging out in crack houses, going to jail with the gang members, having the windows shot out of his car, having the police break into his apartment and steal his computer disks -- you name it.
But ultimately, the story has a happy ending for Sudhir, who became one of the most respected sociologists in the country.
as I sat in my office with my Excel spreadsheet open, waiting for Sudhir to come and deliver to me the latest load of data that he would get from the gang.
It was one of the most unequal co-authoring relationships ever -- But I was glad to be the beneficiary of it.
What did we find in the gang? Well, let me say one thing: We really got access to everybody in the gang.
We got an inside look at the gang, from the very bottom up to the very top.
They trusted Sudhir, in ways that really no academic has ever -- or really anybody, any outsider -- has ever earned the trust of these gangs, what was most interesting for me -- their books, the financial records they kept.
They made them available to us, and we not only could study them, but we could ask them questions about what was in them.
So if I have to kind of summarize very quickly in the short time I have it's that, if I had to draw a parallel between the gang and any other organization, it would be that the gang is just like McDonald's, in a lot of different respects -- the restaurant McDonald's.
which isn't maybe the most interesting way, but it's a good way to start -- is in the way it's organized, the hierarchy of the gang, the way it looks.
So here's what the org chart of the gang looks like.
I don't know if you know much about org charts, but if you were to assign a stripped-down and simplified McDonald's org chart, this is exactly what it would look like.
It's amazing, but the top level of the gang, they actually call themselves the "Board of Directors."
And Sudhir says it's not like these guys had a very sophisticated view of what happened in American corporate life, but they had seen movies like "Wall Street," and they had learned a little bit about what it was like to be in the real world.
Now, below that board of directors, you've got essentially what are regional VPs -- people who control, say, the South Side of Chicago, or the West Side of Chicago.
Sudhir got to know very well the guy who had the unfortunate assignment of trying to take the Iowa franchise, which, it turned out, for this black gang, was not one of the more brilliant financial endeavors they undertook.
But the thing that really makes the gang seem like McDonald's is its franchisees.
The guys who are running the local gangs -- the four-square-block by four-square-block areas -- they're just like the guys, in some sense, who are running the McDonald's.
They are the entrepreneurs.
They get the exclusive property rights to control the drug-selling.
They get the name of the gang behind them, for merchandising and marketing.
And they're the ones who basically make the profit or lose a profit, depending on how good they are at running the business.
Now, the group I really want you to think about, though, are the ones at the bottom -- the foot soldiers.
These are the teenagers, typically, who'd be standing out on the street corner, selling the drugs.
Extremely dangerous work.
And important to note is that almost all of the weight, all of the people in this organization are at the bottom -- just like McDonald's.
So in some sense, the foot soldiers are a lot like the people who are taking your order at McDonald's, and it's not just by chance that they're like them.
In fact, in these neighborhoods, they'd be the same people.
So the same kids who are working in the gang were actually, at the very same time, typically working part-time at a place like McDonald's.
Which already foreshadows the main result that I've talked about, about what a crappy job it was, being in the gang.
Because obviously, if being in the gang were such a wonderful, lucrative job, why in the world would these guys moonlight at McDonald's?
So what do the wages look like? You might be surprised.
But based on being able to talk to them and to see their records, this is what it looks like in terms of the wages.
The hourly wage the foot soldiers were earning was $3.50 an hour.
It was below the minimum wage. And this is well-documented.
It's easy to see by the patterns of consumption they have.
It really is not fiction -- it's fact.
There was very little money in the gang, especially at the bottom.
Now if you managed to rise up, say, and be that local leader, the guy who's the equivalent of the McDonald's franchisee, you'd be making 100,000 dollars a year.
And that, in some ways, was the best job you could hope to get if you were growing up in one of these neighborhoods as a young black male.
If you managed to rise to the very top, 200,000 or 400,000 dollars a year is what you'd hope to make.
Truly, you would be a great success story.
And one of the sad parts of this is that, indeed, among the many other ramifications of crack cocaine is that the most talented individuals in these communities -- this is what they were striving for.
They weren't trying to make it in legitimate ways, because there were no legitimate channels out.
This was the best way out.
And it actually was the right choice, probably, You look at this, the relationship to McDonald's breaks down here.
The money looks about the same.
Why is it such a bad job?
Well, the reason it's such a bad job is that there's somebody shooting at you a lot of the time.
So, with shooting at you, what are the death rates?
We found, in our gang -- and admittedly, this was not really a standard situation; this was a time of intense violence, of a lot of gang wars, as this gang actually became quite successful. But there were costs.
And so the death rate -- not to mention the rate of being arrested, sent to prison, being wounded -- the death rate in our sample was seven percent per person per year.
You're in the gang for four years, you expect to die with about a 25 percent likelihood.
That is about as high as you can get.
So for comparison's purposes, let's think about some other walk of life you may expect might be extremely risky.
Let's say that you were a murderer and you were convicted of murder, and you're sent to death row.
It turns out, the death rates on death row from all causes, including execution: two percent a year.
So it's a lot safer being on death row than it is selling drugs out on the street.
That gives you some pause, for those of you who believe that a death penalty's going to have an enormous deterrent effect on crime.
To give you a sense of just how bad the inner city was during crack -- but really, there's another story to tell you there -- if you look at the death rates just of random, young black males the death rates during crack were about one percent.
That's extremely high.
And this is violent death -- it's unbelievable, in some sense.
To put it into perspective: if you compare this to the soldiers in Iraq, for instance, right now fighting the war: 0.5 percent.
So in some very literal way, the young black men who were growing up in this country very much in the sense that the soldiers over in Iraq are fighting in a war.
would anybody be willing to stand out on a street corner selling drugs for $3.50 an hour, with a 25 percent chance of dying over the next four years?
Why would they do that? And I think there are a couple answers.
I think the first one is that they got fooled by history.
It used to be the gang was a rite of passage; that the young people controlled the gang; that as you got older, you dropped out of the gang.
So what happened was, the people who happened to be in the right place at the right time -- the people who happened to be leading the gang in the mid-to-late-'80s -- became very, very wealthy.
And so the logical thing to think was that they are going to age out of the gang and the next generation is going to take over and get the wealth.
There are striking similarities, I think, to the Internet boom.
The first set of people in Silicon Valley got very, very rich.
And then all of my friends said, "Maybe I should go do that, too."
And they were willing to work very cheap for stock options that never came.
In some sense, that's what happened, exactly, to the set of people we were looking at.
They were willing to start at the bottom, just like, say, a first-year lawyer at a law firm is willing to start at the bottom, work 80-hour weeks for not that much money, But the rules changed, and they never got to make partner.
Indeed, the same people who were running all of the major gangs in the late 1980s are still running the major gangs in Chicago today.
They never passed on any of the wealth, So everybody got stuck at that $3.50-an-hour job, and it turned out to be a disaster.
The other thing the gang was very good at was marketing and trickery.
And so for instance, one thing the gang would do is -- the gang leaders would have big entourages, and they'd drive fancy cars and have fancy jewelry.
So what Sudhir eventually realized as he hung out with them more, because they couldn't afford to own the fancy cars.
And they didn't really have gold jewelry, they had gold-plated jewelry.
It goes back to, you know, the real-real versus the fake-real.
And really, they did all sorts of things to trick the young people into thinking what a great deal the gang was going to be.
So for instance, they would give a 14-year-old kid a whole roll of bills to hold.
That 14-year-old kid would say to his friends, "Hey, look at all the money I got in the gang."
It wasn't his money -- until he spent it, and then he was in debt to the gang, and was sort of an indentured servant for a while.
So I have a couple minutes.
Let me do one last thing I hadn't thought I'd have time to do, which is to talk about what we learned more generally about economics, So, economists tend to talk in technical words.
Often, our theories fail quite miserably when we over the data, but what's kind of interesting is that in this setting, it turned out that some of the economic theories that worked not so well in the real economy in some sense, because it's unfettered capitalism.
Here's an economic principle.
This is one of the basic ideas in labor economics, called a "compensating differential." It's the idea that the increment to wages that a worker requires to leave him indifferent between performing two tasks, one which is more unpleasant than the other.
Compensating differential -- it's why we think garbagemen might be paid more than people who work in parks.
The words of one of the members of the gang, I think, make this clear.
So it turns out -- I'm sort of getting ahead of myself -- it turns out, in the gang, when there's a war going on, they actually pay the foot soldiers twice as much money.
It's exactly this concept.
Because they're not willing to be at risk.
And the words of a gang member capture it quite nicely, he says: "Would you stand around here when all this shit ..." -- the shooting -- "... if all this shit's going on? No, right?
So if I gonna be asked to put my life on the line, then front me the cash, man."
I think the gang member says it much more articulately than the economist, about what's going on.
Here's another one.
Economists talk about game theory, that every two-person game has a Nash equilibrium.
Here's the translation you get from the gang member.
They're talking about the decision of why they don't go shoot -- One thing that turns out to be a great business tactic in the gang: if you go and just shoot guns in the air in the other gang's territory -- people are afraid to go buy drugs there, they're going to come into your neighborhood.
Here's what he says about why they don't do that: "If we start shooting around there, the other gang's territory, nobody, I mean, you dig it, nobody gonna step on their turf.
But we gotta be careful, 'cause they can shoot around here too and then we all fucked."
So that's the same concept.
Then again, sometimes economists get it wrong.
One thing we observed in the data is that it looked like -- the gang leader always got paid.
No matter how bad it was economically, he always got himself paid.
We had some theories related to cash flow, and lack of access to capital markets, and things like that.
Then we asked the gang member, "Why is it you always get paid and your workers don't always get paid?" His response is, "You got all these niggers below you who want your job, you dig?
If you start taking losses, they see you as weak and shit."
And I thought about it and said, "CEOs often pay themselves million-dollar bonuses, even when companies are losing a lot of money.
And it never would really occur to an economist that this idea of 'weak and shit' could really be important."
Maybe "weak and shit" is an important hypothesis that needs more analysis.
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Iâve received a sudden summons from the emperor. An invitation politely suggested from me and Rico to visit him. Whatever the reason, we headed to the royal palace. Someone led us towards a room that was used by the emperor to meet the foreign emissaries.
As we waited, His Majesty appeared and placed himself on the throne. The prime minister and His Highness Prince Viras stood by his sides. Then a tired boy with a beard appeared from another door.
ãAre you in good health, Marquis Versam?ã
The prime minister looks strangely tense today. Whatâs happening?
ãYou are becoming more beautiful by the day, my sisterã
ãO-Of course. Iâm glad youâre in good health tooã
As I was bust processing to events, prince Viras spoke to Rico. As expected, Rico had no trouble answering.
ãBrother-in-lawã
His Highness finally spoke. Itâs the first time he said the wordsãbrother-in-lawã.
ãDo you wish to ask for a personal favor?ã
ãIndeed. You can hear the details from Yuri-donoã
ãA pleasure to meet you. Iâm the prime minister of the Principality of Niza, Yuriã
ãVersam Dake Rinos, a pleasure to meet youã
ãI have a request for you, Marquis-sama. Would you consider saving our principality?ã
ãDid something happen in the Principality of Niza?ã
The Principality of Niza is a country ruled by dwarfs. As a result, the country became famous for its excellent blacksmiths, as well as the armor and weapons they make. However, during the last few years, the farmlands fell into ruin with no possibility of them sustaining the populationâs need for food.
ãWas there some sort of natural disaster?ã
ãNo, no such thing. Itâs pestsã
ãPests?ã
ãHow should I say it......the deers suddenly multiplied and consumed the cropsã
ãDeers? Donât you have any hunters?ã
ãThere is a belief among us dwarves that deers are the servants of gods. Therefore, killing a deer is a serious crimeã
ãSo, what are you expecting of me?ã
ãIf possible, weâd like you to share your wisdom in hopes of reviving our farmland.....ã
ãI donât think there is a method that doesnât involve killing the deers......ã
ãIn that case, we request you to do so......ã
Doing it themselves is punishable by the law. So why not to ask someone else and pretend thatãthe deer herd suddenly became smaller for no reason whatsoever, tehe~ã? Fools and idiots always have an easy life, huh.
ãIsnât it fine if itâs not me then? There are plenty of othersã
I glared at His Majesty. Whatâs the meaning behind an invitation to both, me and Rico? But the prime minister ignored me and continued.
ãThe truth is, there is another matter weâd like to entrust you withã
ãWhat might it be?ã
ãThere are signs indicating that the deer outbreak might have been artificially inducedã
ãArtificially?ã
ãThe scale of the outbreak is unheard of in the principalityâs history. It happened too abruptly. Moreover, their recent political decisions seem rather strange too. On that note, Iâd like you to investigate the situation from the insideã
ãHaa......ã
ãBrother-in-law, our Hideta Empire and the Principality of Niza are long-time allies. I apologize for the inconvenience, but can I count on your help?ã
ãIf thatâs what you wish for, Your Majesty.....ã
ãIn that case, Marquis Versam shall temporarily assist the Principality of Niza. Is this arrangement fine with you, Yuri-dono?ã
Prime Minister Yuri has left and we followed after His Majesty. Weâve arrived at his private study soon after. There was a girl inside, which I last saw with His Majesty in my hotel. The moment she saw us, she immediately tried to leave.
ãItâs alright, Taunzette. Come hereã
ãHowever.....Your Majesty.......ã
ãI donât mind, everyone here is a relativeã
The girl by the name of Taunzette, returned to the chair she originally sprung up from.
ãPlease allow her to be present. After all, Iâve already fallen into her trapã
ãEh!? Congratulations are in order!ã
It seems the prime minister didnât know. What a surprise. Though he had his suspicions.
ãI see, so thatâs why Taunzette-sama is in His Majestyâs room....ã
ãIndeed. The women at the royal court are the jealous bunch. Iâm letting her stay in this room for her own safety. There are rumors that Iâm having her work all day and night every single day. Hahahahahaã
ãAnd thatâs where I come in.....ã
ãYou are quick to catch up. Iâm counting on youã
I put a barrier on Taunzette-sama. A pretty strong one, as a service.
ãWell then, brother-in-law, everyone. There are still some things left to discuss regarding the Principality of Nizaã
ãI donât think there is any reason for me personally to do it, Your Majesty....ã
ãWhy did you pick Rinos, bother? Please let me hear the reasonã
ãThere are traces of demonic activity in that country. They cause a lot of confusion within the country. A confidential letter had arrived from the Dwarven King. There is no denying the principalityâs importance as a trading partner and itâs geographical position. Of course, I have no intention to use them as a buffer state and I also have a great opinion of the Dwarven King. Me trying to help him is my personal desireã
I see, so itâs in a strategic location and any disturbance would be unwelcome.
ãIâll send you as a representative of our country. Officially, youâll be there to help with their farmland. After all, you do have a track record. They should welcome you with open arms. While there, I also want you to deal with any demons you find. This problem could eventually affect the empire if left unattendedã
ã....I donât have an option to refuse, do I?ã
ãYou are the brother-in-law of the emperor, Rinos-dono. I wonât force you to do anything. There is a forest you have to pass through to get to the principality, it will also be possible to investigate the deer problem while at it. The only person I know who can do both things is you, Rinos-donoã
ã.......Understoodã
Continuously asked by His Majesty, I reluctantly nodded my head.
I told everyone whatâs happened the moment I came back to the mansion.
ãItâs hard to imagine the deers suddenly multiplied for no reasonã
Mei tilted her head in puzzlement.
ãDo you have to go alone, Master?ã
ãNo, Gon and......Ferris, youâll go with me. Everyone else is on standby at home. Prepare your things, weâll depart shortlyã
That night, Rico crawled into my bed. She was the most assertive Iâve ever seen her.
ãWhatâs wrong, Rico?ã
ã......You are going on a trip. And you arenât taking me with youã
ãThere is still Kurumfarã
ãPerhaps.......But I donât want to sleep aloneã
ãItâs alright. Iâll be sure to teleport back every night. No need to worryã
ãEvery single night?ã
ãOf course. Every single night Iâll be there to embrace youã
ãYou must, you have to come backã
I hugged Rico close to myself and gently squeezed her buttcheek. Stimulated by my touch, she wiggled in delight as her breath turned hot and rough.
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I ran all the way here carrying that thing. Thereâs ten thick volumes in there!
Thank goodness Iâve been keeping up with my daily physical training. Otherwise come tomorrow morning, I might not have been able to lift my arms at all.
âThanks!â Gilles cries, throwing his arms around me.
Oh? It seems youâve completely opened your heart to me now. This big sister is very happy! I guess once youâve gotten a small child to open up to you, they quickly grow attached.
Without pause, Gilles drags the books over to a chair and plops down to start reading.
Just as Grandpa Will told me, Gilles is certainly very intelligent. His comprehensive abilities and imagination are truly astounding.
....Bringing him books, praising his skills..... Somehow, doesnât this make me seem like Iâm actually a good person?
âGood evening, Alicia,â Grandpa Will greets me before pouring me a cup of hot chocolate.
Quite some time ago I brought some cocoa powder from my house over for him. Since we certainly have plenty of it, I figured thereâs no way anyone would notice anyway.
And while Grandpa Will was already familiar with the drink, it seems that Gilles had never heard of it before. In the beginning, he was actually quite hesitant to try it, but the moment he brought the cup to his lips, his face lit up and he downed the whole thing in one go.
His reaction was so cute!
Though, I suppose everything he does is quite cute since Gillesâs face is just so adorable.
Is it because this is a game world? I havenât met a single ugly person yet.
I take a seat next to Gilles, who is still happily engrossed in his books, and chat away with Grandpa Will as I sip at my hot chocolate.
I matter-of-factly relay to him the events of this past day. I tell him about how it was decided that Liz-san and Duke-Sama would be the main leads in the student councilâs performance and how literally nothing else was decided on.
âWhat sort of performance would you typically put on for a school festival?â
I stiffen.
I hadnât really thought about it, but there really are all kinds of productions that you could put on. In my head, I had been imagining a stage performance this whole time, but it could also be as simple as putting together a food stand......
Is that the real reason that Duke-Sama seemed so annoyed? He must have thought that I wasnât taking this matter seriously enough.
The word âproductionâ is just too vague. That ambiguous pamphlet is as much to blame as I am.
âWhether itâs some sort of stage performance or some sort of food stand, Iâm not really sure myself.â
Grandpa Will chuckles lightly.
âThen, I guess you should start from there.â
âRight.â
I shoot up from my seat eagerly.
The chair rocks back slightly and the desk shakes from my sudden movement, and a splash of hot chocolate falls onto the wood.
âAre you planning to come again tomorrow?â Grandpa Will calls from behind me as I walk towards the door.
I was planning to ask Albert-Oniisama for clarification so I ran straight home, but itâs not until I actually get back and am heading towards his room that I realize that itâs the middle of the night. Everyone else should already be asleep at this hour.
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âHmm. Theyâve arrived once more.â
âYeah, looks like it. And itâs a giant octopus this time.â
I was on the Pacific Coast with Bob. A five-meter-tall giant octopus was rising from the sea to the land ahead of us, assaulting the Shujin penguins. Of course, the octopus attacking the Shujin penguins was not a demon created by the âPolar Queen of the Eternal Southâ.
The name of the Demon King who conjured this giant octopus was the âCrawling Octopus King of Chaosâ. He was one of the worst Demon Kings, having established a dungeon somewhere under the bottom of the Pacific Ocean and deprived humanity of control over the sea.
âWell then, Iâll settle its legs, so you will deal with the main body, Bob-san.â
âYes!â
âãŧãŧãŧ!!!â
As I surged forward and Bob began to prepare his skills, the giant octopus lifted one of its legs and sought to squash the two of us together.
But...
âDo you really reckon such an attack will do the trick? âĒSword of the Formless KingãģWeakâĢ.â
From the metal I had on hand, I generated a wide massive hatchet in my right hand, and right after its generation, I teleported and severed the leg of the giant octopus.
Perhaps because its leg had been removed, the giant octopus tried to rampage, swinging all its remaining legs in all directions, but of course, I did not allow it to do so and proceeded to chop off its legs in turn, starting with the leg closest at hand with âĒSword of the Formless KingãģWeakâĢ.
I had recently discovered that the sword produced by âĒSword of the Formless KingãģWeakâĢ seemed to be heavily influenced by my vision and depending on my imagination, it might be a standard double-edged long sword, a small sword like a dagger, or a knife. There were massive swords that can only be found in video games, such as bastard swords and claymores. Even swords like the falchion and kukri, as well as Japanese swords, rapiers, estocs, and other thrusting swords, were accessible. Apparently, fictional weapons also can be made, like the hatchet and bayonet I used at this time.
As long as there were enough materials, it was capable of producing a huge sword that can cleave through a battleship with a single sword strike.
The giant octopusâs legs were then chopped off, resulting in it becoming like a daruma doll, and flailed around in unremitting anguish along with its severed legs.
Bob, on the other hand, had finished preparing his skill and assumed the attacking stance at that point.
âHere I come! âĒBand of Polar LightâĢ.â
An aurora fabric infused with prominent electricity and magnetism appeared on Bobâs right arm, with the electricity from the belt centered on his right hand. It then converged to the utmost limit and began to scatter rainbow-colored light and crackling noises to the surroundings.
When the giant octopus noticed this, it deemed it threatening and furiously attempted to approach Bob and assault him with its legless body, but it was already too late.
In his right hand, Bob produced a more fearsome âĒThunder JavelinâĢ than the ordinary âĒThunder JavelinâĢ and hurled it towards the giant octopus.
Multiple bolts of lightning struck the surroundings with a thunderous boom as the âĒThunder JavelinâĢ penetrated the giant octopusâs forehead, searing the giant octopus and all of its legs laying around it until they were charred black.
The aroma of the roasted octopus began to pervade the area.
âItâs over, isnât it?â
âRight. Well, shall we slice out some of the meat and leave?â
âLetâs do that.â
Therefore, after cutting a portion of the giant octopus for our meal, we returned to the Polar Queenâs dungeon.
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It has been a little over two years since I started training with the Polar Queen.
There were many things I had learned about the Polar Queen.
To begin with, the Polar Queenâs kin was known as Nankyokujin, but Bob was the only one. The reason for this was that there were no more humans in Antarctica except Bob at the time Polar Queen became a Demon King, attained Level , and was capable of creating kin.
That was not the end of the story, but according to Polar Queen, âThere is a strong possibility that Bob is my elder brother, considering the faint remaining... or rather, the unnaturally vanished records and circumstantial evidenceâ.
When she mentioned that, it was true that they do look alike. They shared similar facial expressions, laughed in similar ways, and so forth.
Furthermore, it seemed that the Polar Queen and Bob can communicate in Japanese because they both enjoyed Japanese animation and desired to view the original work in its entirety.
...Being an otaku is amazing.
Now, in terms of my own personal growth, I had gained some knowledge about the types of swords that can be created by âĒSword of the Formless KingãģWeakâĢ as mentioned earlier, as well as about âĒMonster CreationãģLow RankâĢ.
Apparently, this âĒMonster CreateãģLow RankâĢ was a downgraded version of âĒMonster CreateâĢ that the Demon King possessed, and when monsters were created with this, unlike âĒMonster CreateâĢ, they were created using raw materials. In other words, it seemed to require proteins, etc, and in addition, the number of types was also limited and I can only create one type of monster which was this one:
ãģFlying Sword
Magical creature sword type demon.
This is a demon created by utilizing âĒMonster CreateãģLow RankâĢ on a sword. It possesses intelligence to the extent that it can obey the masterâs commands, and has flight ability.
Summoning cost: HP, MP, and SP are consumed in proportion to the size of the intended sword.
Moreover, when one hour has passed after its creation, the demon created by âĒMonster CreationãģLow RankâĢ reverts to the original sword.
And the Polar Queen was coming this way now.
âIs something the matter, Polar Queen?â
âYes. Your desire to cross over to the African continent has been realized, so I thought I would share the news with you.â
âIs that true!â
I involuntarily rose from the chair in which I was sitting.
Incidentally, I chose African continent as my destination because the South American continent was too far away from Japan. On the Australian continent, the attacks of the Demon King in the Indian and Pacific Oceans would be too ferocious for me to travel there.
âMm-hmm. So when do you want to leave?
âAnytime is possible.â
âI understand. If you insist, you shall go at once..â
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As they flew together, Mira suddenly got curious about that and asked Isenfald. That was another thing that changed since this world became reality. Back when things were still a game, summons never had any type of background story. They simply appeared when called and disappeared when sent away, but Mira knew things had to be more complex now.
ãI was staying in Dragon City with my friends, of course. Thatâs also where I learnt to transfigure into human form. Apparently less energy is needed to maintain that form, so itâs like a power-saving mode.ã
ãOhh, I see. So you learned that in the Dragon City...ã
Mira paid extra attention to those two terms she had never heard before. A Dragon City never existed during the game period, but the name was self-explanatory enough and it had to be a city with a lot of dragons. As far as transfiguring went, she could see the effect in front of her, but other than that, she had no clue what it could do. After all, if she knew, Isenfaldâs transformation would not have been such a big shock.
ãWho exactly taught you that transfiguration thing?ã
She had never heard of an ability that turned dragons into humans.
The transformation part had common elements with Forbidden Arts, but the requirements for it and the fact a dragon had used it remained a mystery. After all, the nine branches of magic were known to be only usable by humans, except for rare cases like Creos who was part human. Types of monsters, spirits or demons with any form of sentience had their own skill trees. In other words, there was the possibility that it was a skill exclusive to dragons, but Mira still had no idea why a dragon would need to take human form.
Then again, thirty years had passed so maybe it was a newly discovered skill, but Isenfald mentioned someone who taught it to him, so that was another point of interest.
ãHmm... that was quite a long time ago. A human girl came to Dragon City out of the blue, I forget her name, and she spent some time living there, speaking freely without fearing us in the slightest.ã
ãThen one day, our feeding grounds were getting exhausted and we kept complaining about the lack of food, and thatâs when she said that it was time to go on power-saving mode.ã
ãWe couldnât understand what she meant, but if she knew how we could keep living with the meager food we had, we were all ears. The method turned out to be transfiguration. In human form, a lot of our strength gets limited, but the food we consume is proportional to that, so it helped us get through those times.ã
ãI see...ã
When Isenfald was done telling his story, Mira kept thinking about that woman. Since she used terms like power-saving mode, it was quite possible she was a former player. On top of that, since she was human, that skill had a high chance of being one any ordinary person could use. But there was still the problem that Isenfald, someone who could not use ordinary skills, was using it. Then, there was the possibility it was one specifically made for dragons, but then it made no sense that a human had taught it to them. Either she had found a skill even dragons could use, or she had knowledge about dragon skills. Though it could always be something completely different.
Either way, she possessed information that not even a former player like Mira knew about.
(Thatâs one more thing I want to ask Solomon now.)
Miraâs heart beated faster just thinking about all the new things she had yet to see in this world.
ãAfter that, since Mother never called me even after many years, I ventured out and wandered from one human settlement to another searching for Mother.ã
ãHngh... sorry.ã
Thinking about how much Isenfald had worried about her, Mira mumbled an apology.
ãI donât mind since Iâve reunited with Mother now, but can I ask where Mother has been all this time?ã
Isenfaldâs question rang uneasily, but Mira had no way of answering it. After all, thirty years had passed as soon as she closed the customization menu.
ãTo be honest, Iâm not really sure myself. When I came to, thirty years had passed.ã
She had no other way of putting it, so she just spoke straight from her memories. Isenfald tilted his head curiously hearing that, only adding ãI guess weird stuff happens sometimesã before purring again. For Isenfald, those thirty years of absence meant nothing now that he was back with her.
Mira glanced far towards the horizon while listening to him, wondering if she should summon everyone she could just to greet them.
The trip from the capital city of Lunatic Lake to Silver Horn normally took two days, unless when going on an Express Carriage. However, flying with Isenfald shortened it down to two hours.
They spotted a small clearing in a forest near Silver Horn and decided to land there. As they got closer, the massive shadow of the Emperor Dragon became more defined as he slowly made his descent. The wind from his wings spread like ripples through the treetops, making flocks of birds escape while crying gloomily. The sunlight reflected off Isenfaldâs silver scales as he reaffirmed his footing before raising his left arm.
ãWeâve arrived, Mother.ã
ãNice job. Youâre a good child.ã
Mira walked down his back, using his left arm as a ladder, and relished the feeling of solid ground she had missed for two hours. Then she began petting Isenfaldâs snout. He narrowed his eyes while purring happily.
(Going from one place to another should be a piece of cake now. I just have to get a fur coat and itâll be perfect.)
ãMother, will you call me again?ã
ãOf course, Iâll probably end up needing your help for a lot of random things, so Iâll be counting on you.ã
ãOkay, Mother!ã
As Isenfaldâs voice thundered, his body was covered by a faint light. Mira was sending him back. His figure slowly faded like mist as he returned to the Dragon City.
ãFrom here, itâll take around thirty minutes on foot, I reckon.ã
Mira muttered to herself as she pictured the terrain she had seen from the sky before setting off towards a thick part of the forest that should take her to the road she was looking for.
When she reached that road, she simply followed it until its end, the nine towers visible from far away.
Her guess had been correct and she arrived at the main street of Silver Horn half an hour after she began walking. There she postponed her original goal as she looked into each and every one of the stores built along the street.
(I canât believe mana water has become this cheap. And huh, thereâs stardust fruits in this store like some sort of common item... Thirty years is quite a long time, huh. I wish I had been here for the ride...)
Mira looked at all the items offered. Some things were half the price compared to the old days, others had become even more expensive, and even some rare items that were only traded in exchange for other rare items were now lined up on shelves. The more she looked at the stores, the more she felt it was better if she just forgot the sense of value she had developed before.
By the time she had a grasp on the general cost of items now, after asking in one store after another, two hours had passed since she arrived at Silver Horn.
It was already past noon, so Mira entered a cafÊ to satisfy her hunger, eating a sandwich while watching people walk on the main street through the window. Then she ordered some cocoa which she drank while she saw how people of many tribes were passing on the street. There were many spellcasters mixed with the locals, so Mira felt pleased seeing how the city was prospering with tourists as well.
When Mira left the cafe, she looked at the nine towers that appeared to be near, but in reality, were still pretty far away.
(I guess I should get going.)
Having decided that, Mira pushed aside the temptation from the stores and headed straight towards the Silver Linked Towers.
The towers were located in a different district than the commercial one, but since it was still daytime, there were tourists there as well. When Mira arrived at the open space in front of the towers, it was already peak time for tourists, so the whole place was swarmed. They were of all sorts of races, and even some spellcasters with high-level equipment were scattered between them.
Amongst them, Mira spotted some children running around. They had some sort of wooden batons and were playing something. After shouting a nonsensical chant and a swing from the baton, a man who appeared to be the father of the child collapsed on the ground with exaggerated motions. The kid, who now held his baton high up with a triumphant look... was wearing a Sage Robe replica.
Seeing him, Mira recalled that time some days before when she herself bought a replica and walked around pridefully wearing it.
(Those were just make-believe clothes!)
Miraâs mind froze from terror after realizing the truth. Her face spasmed knowing it was something obvious if she gave it enough thought, her vacant eyes turning to the heavens knowing she had looked just like those children playing around.
Mira departed in a short run trying to push the shame away until she reached the gates leading into the towersâ premises. There were many tourists there as well, gazing up at the gates while voicing their admiration.
She knew people were going to see her, but she figured they would forget about it soon enough, so she took out her tower master key and walked up to the gate. As the gate slowly and silently opened, a commotion began among the crowd of tourists. That much was understandable, the only people who could open the gate like that were researchers or aides, vice elders, or the Nine Wisemen themselves. Anyone else would have to submit an application to enter, and permission would be granted for only one visit.
The researchers working in the towers were all first-grade spellcasters and were said to have enough influence in the country to be compared to nobility. Vice Elders had even more power, while the nine wisemen were said to be on the same level as royalty.
Not even powerful nobles could enter the lair of those people so easily. They had to possess some amount of power in foreign matters as well before being granted permission, but opening the gate by oneself was a completely different matter.
Mira was oblivious to how the towers were seen in the present day, so she had casually turned the key without thinking about it too much. However, sensing the sudden change behind her, she tilted her head, trembling to feel all the stares digging into her.
(Did I... do something strange again...?)
It was not obvious on her face, but her mind was greatly stirred. Just as a drop of cold sweat ran down her cheek, Mira ran through the gate.
When the gate was closed, all the tourists cheered wildly, having had the honor of witnessing the gate opening for the first time in their lives. Someone claimed he caught a glimpse of what was behind the gate, then someone else said they met eyes with a researcher of the towers. As those claims started making the rounds between all the tourists, those who had witnessed it first-hand felt even happier, while those who could not cursed themselves.
Inside the premises, the Nine Towers stood in shining silver, so tall they vanished up into the sky. Because of their appearances alone, tens of thousands of tourists came to look at them every month. Once upon a time, they had great importance in matters relating to the military, and now they still represented an important sight-seeing area for the country. The number of tourists increased especially after the Limited Armistice Treaty was signed.
Mira walked past multiple researchers immersed in their work as she headed straight towards the Tower of Summoning.
Many researchers did turn to look at the girl entering the tower. They recalled hearing about Danbulfâs pupil, and there was this cute girl with silver hair entering the Tower of Summoning. Normally they only held an interest in research, but the name of Danbulf made them think about the Nine Wisemen as a whole, and they began talking about the exploits of those legendary personages amongst themselves. Even if they focused on different subsets of spells, the Nine Wisemen appeared to live in a different plane of existence for the researchers, and that was also the reason why the people there held no contempt against summoners.
They shouldered the wills of the old spellcasters that once worked hard to improve each otherâs skills in the towers. And that will would be passed onto future generations as well.
ãSo thatâs Danbulfâs pupil. It would be nice if she manages to bring summoners back to their former glory.ã
One of the researchers muttered that. He had worked with Creos in the past, trying to find a new way of forming contracts with the summons. That research bore no fruit in the end so he still had regrets about it, but when he heard about Danbulfâs pupil, he decided to place his hopes on her.
Inside the first floor of the Tower of Summoning, Mira walked straight through the deserted hall and took the elevator to the top floor. As the elevator climbed up the floors, Mira took multiple deep breaths to calm down her stressed emotions until she walked out to the top floor full of determination.
She decided to forgo entering her personal room and went straight to the aideâs room. She wanted to tell everything to Mariana first.
For thirty years Mariana had firmly believed in Danbulfâs return, diligently keeping watch over all his possessions. Even if she was convinced Mira was Danbulfâs pupil, handing her all of his personal items straightaway was a bit too much. If Mira asked for it, Mariana would probably obey, but Mira wanted to stop lying to her. But more than that, Mira wanted Mariana to rest assured.When Mira raised her right fist to knock, the door of the office next door opened and Creos walked out with his golden and smooth hair swaying in the air.
ãOh, hey, Mira. Do you have some business with Mariana?ã
Creos walked towards her with a bright smile, guessing the situation from Miraâs hand raised to knock on the door.
ãI see, well, once youâre done with that, could you come talk with me too? I want to talk about the academy some more, as well as ask some things about Danbulf.ã
ãI guess thatâs fine, Iâll see you later then...ã
Saying that, Mira turned to look at Creos, thinking it was good luck he was also there. The matters of the Academy Creos had mentioned, as well as the problem with the current summoners, were things best dealt with by someone who had been in direct contact with Danbulf.
ãHello, do you need- Ah, itâs Lady Mira.ã
As the two conversed in front of the aideâs room, the door opened. Peeking out of it, with eyes glistening like sapphires, twin tails, and a maid dress, was Mariana.
The only people who could go all the way to the top floor of the towers were those who knew how to operate the elevator, or a guest of theirs. Apart from her, the only person who stayed in the Tower of Summoning was Creos, but since she heard a conversation, it meant that there was a guest of some form. If they had business with Creos, they would not talk in front of her room, so Mariana figured they wanted to talk with her as well.
ãItâs been a while, Mariana. I have something important to tell you today, do you have time?ã
ãYes, Iâm free. What do you want to talk about?ã
ãItâs something a bit complex, so letâs go somewhere we can sit. Creos, you come too.ã
As she said that, Mira took out the towerâs master key. Mariana looked at it with yearning eyes, coming out of her room while agreeing with Miraâs request.
ãYou want me to hear too? Alright then. Maybe the office would be a good place. I just got some really good tea leaves after all.ã
ãMm, that sounds good.ã
Creos replied that, his voice sounding a bit boastful as he opened the office door. Mira stored the master key back in her Item Box and entered the office together with Mariana.
Mira took a sip of the amber-colored drink Creos had made, while he and Mariana sat in front of her. A mellow and refreshing scent spread through her mouth, escaping with a sigh through her nose.
Creos smiled seeing that before taking a sip of his own with a prideful look. Looking at both of them reacting that way, Mariana also lifted her cup to take a sip, nodding satisfied afterwards.
ãNow then, about the reason why Iâm here... Iâm not good at sugarcoating things, so Iâll be really straightforward...ã
With that preface, Mira placed her cup on the table.
(I wonder what theyâll think after hearing this... that itâs me in another body...)
Mira interrupted those thoughts, not wanting to imagine anything bad. After a deep breath to regain her earlier momentum, she spoke again.
ãIâm not his pupil. Iâm Danbulf himself.ã
She spoke earnestly and directly. Her eyes were directed straight at them, full of determination. On the other hand, the two looked at her with vacant faces, like they were still chewing through Miraâs words, trying to understand the meaning of them. Creosâ face looked the most dumbfounded at that unexpected sentence.
ãUmm... so in other words, youâre not Mira, but youâre actually Danbulf?ã
ãMira was just a name befitting of this appearance I thought of. Though I understand it might be a bit hard to believe right now.ã
Creosâ gaze wandered all over Mira, observing her closely before groaning in confusion.
At his side, Mariana was silent for a moment while she processed Miraâs words, then her mind rebooted.
ãDo you... do you have anything that could serve as proof?ã
When Mariana was finally able to say something again, she asked the question anyone would ask in such a situation. No matter what Mira claimed to be, that was not enough to prove her words as truth. So instead if she could show something only Danbulf could, there would be no need to say anything else.
Mira also understood that it was a reasonable request, so she scratched her chin as she thought of something to prove her claim.
Something that would prove without room for doubt that she was Danbulf. The towerâs master key was something only the Nine Wisemen possessed, but she had already inherited that, so that would be useless now. Following that line of thought, any item that could be transferred was also out. In that case, an item that could not be transferred could work, like one only obtainable through microtransactions which only existed amongst former players. But then any former player could easily possess that too, so that was also useless.
Showing them Danbulfâs power could work, but since she claimed to be his pupil, it was obvious she would have similar strength. No matter what crazy and powerful entity she summoned, it could easily lead to the conclusion that she was an excellent pupil.
She had to find something that would identify her as Danbulf, looking through the list of her items, her stats, something.
(I could try summoning Alfina and let her declare that I am me... But no, it wouldnât be too hard to force her to say that. Words alone will never serve as proof...)
Closing all the menus she had opened, she looked back at the two timid faces in front of her. Even if she spoke about her memories with them, there was still a chance they were stories she heard from her master.
Mira slowly became aware of how hard it was to find proof of oneâs identity.
There had to exist something that was only for her, only for Danbulf. Repeating that inside her head, she glanced at Mariana who looked at her with expecting eyes.
(Mariana... fairies... Mariana the fairy...)
An instant later her mind was illuminated by a proof that felt like a divine revelation.
ãThat! Thereâs that!ã
ãLady Mira...?ã
Mira sprung up on her feet and walked in front of Mariana, leaning in front of her and lifting her right palm.
ãThe Fairyâs Divine Protection. You can only grant that to one person in your entire life, right? So if you can renew your protection here, that should be enough proof.ã
Marianaâs breath caught when she understood what Mira was getting at.
A Fairyâs Divine Protection was something fairies could grant to only one person who they decided to trust for the rest of their lives. It was a special type of contract that was closer to an oath. The actual effect brought by the Divine Protection changed between different fairies, but it was impossible to break or retract the contract once formed. However, its effect would wear off after some time. After the bond was formed with a fairy, the effect would last for around three days, after which it would need to be renewed so the effect was restored. In other words, being able to renew the Divine Protection would mean that Mariana had been bound to Mira in the past.
Mariana had given her Divine Protection to Danbulf, so if the renewal worked, it was definite proof that Mira was him.
ãI see. I remember Mariana granting Danbulf her Divine Protection. So if that manifests on Mira, then it would mean...ã
It would mean that the girl in front of them truly was Danbulf. At the same time, Creosâ face twitched as he realized that all the complaints he shared with Mira had been him digging his own grave. His nervously trembling hand took his cup and drank all its contents while telling himself to remain calm.
Marianaâs small lips trembled as she placed her left palm against Miraâs. Mira also felt nervous, but some seconds after their palms met, they began to glow.
ã...Hmm.ã
They had seen that glow countless times before, it was a sign the Fairyâs Divine Protection was being renewed. Creos finally felt the most dangerous time had come, so he looked around trying to form an escape plan.
The glow began focusing on the back of their hands, forming a feather shape there.
ãThe renewal... was a success.ã
Mariana looked at her hand with round eyes, then pressed it against her chest in an endearing manner. Mira caressed hers with her left fingertips before saying ãWell, what do you think...ã in response, Marianaâs eyes welled up with tears.
Mira recalled the first time she met Mariana after this world became reality, her tears of that time when Mira was unable to touch her and be honest with her.
ãIâm sorry.ã
Saying so, Miraâs hand moved to Marianaâs cheek to stop the tear trickling down. Mariana looked happy, although slightly embarrassed, and gently placed her own hand on top of Miraâs.
ãWe finally meet again.ã
She said with a bright smile. Her tears of joy kept trickling down, being caught one after another in Miraâs hand. | {
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And the job in question was sheep rancher.
My role on the show, for those of you who haven't seen it -- it's pretty simple.
I'm an apprentice, and I work with the people who actually do the jobs in question.
And my responsibilities are to simply try and keep up and give an honest account of what it's like to be these people, for one day in their life.
The job in question: herding sheep. Great.
We go to Craig and we check in to a hotel and I realize the next day that castration is going to be an absolute part of this work.
So, normally, I never do any research at all.
But, this is a touchy subject, and I work for the Discovery Channel, and we want to portray accurately whatever it is we do, and we certainly want to do it with a lot of respect for the animals.
So I called the Humane Society and I say, "Look, I'm going to be castrating some lambs, Can you tell me the deal?"
And they're like, "Yeah, it's pretty straightforward."
They use a band -- basically a rubber band, like this, only a little smaller.
This one was actually around the playing cards I got yesterday, but it had a certain familiarity to it.
And I said, "Well, what exactly is the process?"
And they said, "The band is applied to the tail, tightly.
And then another band is applied to the scrotum, tightly.
Blood flow is slowly retarded; a week later the parts in question fall off.
"Great -- got it."
OK, I call the SPCA to confirm this -- they confirm it.
I also call PETA, just for fun, and they don't like it -- but they confirm it.
OK, that's basically how you do it.
So the next day I go out.
And I'm given a horse and we go get the lambs and we take them to a pen that we built, and we go about the business of animal husbandry.
Melanie is the wife of Albert.
Albert is the shepherd in question.
Melanie picks up the lamb -- two hands -- one hand on both legs on the right, likewise on the left.
Lamb goes on the post, she opens it up.
Alright. Great.
Albert goes in, I follow Albert, the crew is around.
I always watch the process done the first time before I try it.
Being an apprentice, you know, you do that.
Albert reaches in his pocket to pull out, you know, this black rubber band but what comes out instead is a knife.
And I'm like that's not rubber at all, you know.
And he kind of flicked it open in a way that caught the sun that was just coming over the Rockies, it was very -- it was, it was impressive.
In the space of about two seconds, Albert had the knife between the cartilage of the tail, right next to the butt of the lamb, and very quickly the tail was gone and in the bucket that I was holding.
A second later, with a big thumb and a well calloused forefinger, he had the scrotum firmly in his grasp.
And he pulled it toward him, like so, and he took the knife and he put it on the tip.
Now you think you know what's coming, Michael -- you don't, OK?
He snips it, throws the tip over his shoulder, and then grabs the scrotum and pushes it upward, and then his head dips down, obscuring my view, but what I hear is a slurping sound, and a noise that sounds like Velcro being yanked off a sticky wall and I am not even kidding.
Can we roll the video?
No I'm kidding -- we don't -- I thought it best to talk in pictures.
So, I do something now I've never ever done on a "Dirty Jobs" shoot, ever.
I say, "Time out. Stop."
You guys know the show, we use take one, we don't do take two.
There's no writing, there's no scripting, there's no nonsense.
We don't fool around, we don't rehearse -- we shoot what we get!
I said, "Stop. This is nuts."
I mean, you know.
"This is crazy.
We can't do this."
And Albert's like, "What?"
And I'm like, "I don't know what just happened, but there are testicles in this bucket and that's not how we do it."
And he said "Well, that's how we do it."
And I said, "Why would you do it this way?"
And before I even let him explain, I said, "I want to do it the right way, with the rubber bands."
And he says, "Like the Humane Society?"
And I said, "Yes, like the Humane Society.
Let's do something that doesn't make the lamb squeal and bleed -- we're on in five continents, dude.
We're on twice a day on the Discovery Channel -- we can't do this."
He says, "OK."
He goes to his box and he pulls out a bag of these little rubber bands.
Melanie picks up another lamb, puts it on the post, band goes on the tail, band goes on the scrotum.
Lamb goes on the ground, lamb takes two steps, falls down, gets up, shakes a little, takes another couple steps, falls down.
I'm like, this is not a good sign for this lamb, at all.
Gets up, walks to the corner, it's quivering, and it lies down and it's in obvious distress.
And I'm looking at the lamb and I say, "Albert, how long?
When does he get up?"
He's like, "A day."
I said, "A day! How long does it take them to fall off?"
"A week."
Meanwhile, the lamb that he had just did his little procedure on is, you know, he's just prancing around, bleeding stopped.
He's, you know, nibbling on some grass, frolicking.
And I was just so blown away at how wrong I was, in that second.
And I was reminded how utterly wrong I am, so much of the time.
And I was especially reminded of what an ridiculously short straw I had that day because now I had to do what Albert had just done, and there are like 100 of these lambs in the pen, and suddenly this whole thing's starting to feel like a German porno, and I'm like ... Melanie picks up the lamb, puts it on the post, opens it up.
Albert hands me the knife.
I go in, tail comes off.
I go in, I grab the scrotum, tip comes off.
Albert instructs, "Push it way up there."
I do.
"Push it further."
I do.
The testicles emerge -- they look like thumbs, coming right at you -- and he says, "Bite 'em.
Just bite 'em off."
And I heard him, I heard all the words.
Like, how did -- how did I get here?
How did -- you know -- I mean -- how did I get here?
It's just -- it's one of those moments where the brain goes off on it's own: and suddenly, I'm standing there, in the Rockies, and all I can think of is the Aristotelian definition of a tragedy.
You know, Aristotle says a tragedy is that moment when the hero comes face to face with his true identity.
And I'm like, "What is this jacked-up metaphor?
I don't like what I'm thinking right now."
And I can't get this thought out of my head, and I can't get that vision out of my sight, so I did what I had to do.
I went in and I took them.
I took them like this, and I yanked my face back.
And I'm standing there with two testicles on my chin.
And now I can't get -- I can't shake the metaphor.
OK, I'm still in "Poetics," in Aristotle, and I'm thinking -- out of nowhere, two terms come crashing into my head that I haven't heard since my classics professor in college drilled them there.
And they are anagnorisis and peripeteia.
Anagnorisis and peripeteia.
Anagnorisis is the Greek word for discovery.
Literally, the transition from ignorance to knowledge is anagnorisis.
It's what our network does; it's what "Dirty Jobs" is.
And I'm up to my neck in anagnorises every single day.
Great.
The other word, peripeteia, that's the moment in the great tragedies, you know -- Euripides and Sophocles -- the moment where Oedipus has his moment, where he suddenly realizes that hot chick That's peripety or peripeteia.
And this metaphor in my head -- I got anagnorisis and peripetia on my chin.
I got to tell you, it's such a great device though.
When you start to look for peripetia, you find it everywhere.
I mean, Bruce Willis in "The Sixth Sense," right?
Spends the whole movie trying to help the little kid who sees dead people, and then, boom -- "Oh, I'm dead" -- peripetia.
You know?
It's crushing when the audience sees it the right way.
Neo in "The Matrix," you know?
"Oh, I'm living in a computer program" -- that's weird.
These discoveries that lead to sudden realizations; and I've been having them, over 200 dirty jobs, I have them all the time, but that one -- that one drilled something home in a way that I just wasn't prepared for.
And, as I stood there, looking at the happy lamb that I had just defiled -- but it looked OK.
Looking at that poor other little thing that I'd done it the right way on, and I just was struck by if I'm wrong about that and if I'm wrong so often, in a literal way, what other peripatetic misconceptions might I be able to comment upon?
Because, look, I'm not a social anthropologist but I have a friend who is.
And I talk to him.
And he says, "Hey Mike.
Look, I don't know if your brain is interested in this sort of thing or not, but do you realize you've shot in every state?
You've worked in mining, you've worked in fishing, you've worked in steel, you've worked in every major industry.
You've had your back shoulder to shoulder with these guys that our politicians are desperate to relate to every four years, right?"
I can still see Hillary doing the shots of rye, dribbling down her chin, with the steel workers.
I mean, these are the people that I work with every single day.
"And if you have something to say about their thoughts, collectively, it might be time to think about it.
Because, dude, you know, four years."
You know, that's in my head, testicles are on my chin, thoughts are bouncing around.
And, after that shoot, Dirty Jobs really didn't change, in terms of what the show is, but it changed for me, personally.
And now, when I talk about the show, I no longer just tell the story you heard and 190 like it.
I do, but I also start to talk about some of the other things I got wrong, some of the other notions of work that I've just been assuming are sacrosanct, and they're not.
People with dirty jobs are happier than you think.
As a group, they're the happiest people I know.
And I don't want to start whistling "Look for the Union Label," and all that happy worker crap.
I'm just telling you that these are balanced people who do unthinkable work.
Roadkill picker-uppers whistle while they work. I swear to God -- I did it with them.
They've got this amazing sort of symmetry to their life.
And I see it over and over and over again.
So I started to wonder what would happen if we challenged some of these sacred cows.
Follow your passion -- we've been talking about it here for the last 36 hours.
Follow your passion -- what could possibly be wrong with that?
Probably the worst advice I ever got.
You know, follow your dreams and go broke, right?
I mean, that's all I heard growing up.
I didn't know what to do with my life, but I was told if you follow your passion, it's going to work out.
I can give you 30 examples, right now -- Bob Combs, the pig farmer in Las Vegas who collects the uneaten scraps of food from the casinos and feeds them them to his swine.
Why? Because there's so much protein in the stuff we don't eat his pigs grow at twice the normal speed, and he is one rich pig farmer, and he is good for the environment, and he spends his days doing this incredible service, and he smells like hell, but God bless him.
He's making a great living.
You ask him, "Did you follow your passion here?"
and he'd laugh at you.
The guy's worth -- he just got offered like 60 million dollars for his farm and turned it down, outside of Vegas.
He didn't follow his passion.
He stepped back and he watched where everybody was going and he went the other way.
And I hear that story over and over.
Matt Froind, a dairy farmer in New Canaan, Connecticut, who woke up one day and realized the crap from his cows was worth more than their milk, if he could use it to make these biodegradable flower pots.
Now, he's selling them to Walmart.
Follow his passion? The guy's -- come on.
So I started to look at passion, I started to look at efficiency versus effectiveness -- as Tim talked about earlier, that's a huge distinction.
I started to look at teamwork and determination, and basically all those platitudes they call "successories" that hang with that schmaltzy art in boardrooms around the world right now.
That stuff -- it's suddenly all been turned on its head.
Safety -- safety first?
Going back to, you know, OSHA and PETA and the Humane Society: what if OSHA got it wrong?
I mean -- this is heresy, what I'm about to say -- but what if it's really safety third?
Right?
No, I mean really.
What I mean to say is I value my safety on these crazy jobs as much as the people that I'm working with, but the ones who really get it done, they're not out there talking about safety first.
They know that other things come first -- the business of doing the work comes first, the business of getting it done.
And I'll never forget, up in the Bering Sea, I was on a crab boat with the "Deadliest Catch" guys -- which I also work on -- in the first season.
We're about 100 miles off the coast of Russia: 50-foot seas, big waves, green water coming over the wheelhouse, right?
Most hazardous environment I'd ever seen, So, I'm 40 feet off the deck, which is like looking down at the top of your shoe, you know, and it's doing this in the ocean.
Unspeakably dangerous.
I scamper down, I go into the wheelhouse and I say, with some level of incredulity, "Captain, OSHA."
And he says, "OSHA? Ocean."
And he points out there.
But in that moment, what he said next can't be repeated in the lower 48.
It can't be repeated on any factory floor or any construction site.
But he looked at me, and he said, "Son" -- he's my age, by the way, he calls me son, I love that -- he says, "Son, I'm a captain of a crab boat.
My responsibility is not to get you home alive.
My responsibility is to get you home rich."
You want to get home alive, that's on you.
And for the rest of that day, safety first.
I was like -- So, the idea that we create this false -- this sense of complacency when all we do is talk about somebody else's responsibility as though it's our own, and vice versa.
Anyhow, a whole lot of things.
I could talk at length about the many little distinctions we made and the endless list of ways that I got it wrong.
But, what it all comes down to is this.
I formed a theory, and I'm going to share it now in my remaining two minutes and 30 seconds.
It goes like this -- we've declared war on work, as a society, all of us.
It's a civil war.
It's a cold war, really.
We didn't set out to do it and we didn't twist our mustache in some Machiavellian way, but we've done it.
And we've waged this war on at least four fronts, certainly in Hollywood.
The way we portray working people on TV -- it's laughable.
If there's a plumber, he's 300 pounds and he's got a giant butt crack. Admit it.
You see him all the time.
That's what plumbers look like, right?
We turn them into heroes, or we turn them into punch lines.
That's what TV does.
We try hard on "Dirty Jobs" not to do that, which is why I do the work and I don't cheat.
But, we've waged this war on Madison Avenue.
I mean, so many of the commercials that come out there -- in the way of a message, what's really being said?
Your life would be better if you could work a little less, if you didn't have to work so hard, if you could get home a little earlier, if you could retire a little faster, if you could punch out a little sooner -- it's all in there, over and over, again and again.
Washington? I can't even begin to talk about the deals and policies in place that affect the bottom line reality of the available jobs because I don't really know.
I just know that that's a front in this war.
And right here guys, Silicon Valley, I mean -- how many people have an iPhone on them right now?
How many people have their Blackberries?
We're plugged in; we're connected.
I would never suggest for a second that something bad has come out of the tech revolution.
Good grief, not to this crowd.
But I would suggest that innovation without imitation is a complete waste of time.
And nobody celebrates imitation the way "Dirty Jobs" guys know it has to be done.
Your iPhone without those people making the same interface, the same circuitry, the same board, over and over?
as the genius that goes inside of it.
So, we've got this new toolbox, you know.
Our tools today don't look like shovels and picks.
They look like the stuff we walk around with.
has been this marginalization of lots and lots of jobs.
And I realized, probably too late in this game -- I hope not, because I don't know if I can do 200 more of these things -- but we're going to do as many as we can.
And to me the most important thing to know and to really come face to face with, is that fact that I got it wrong about a lot of things, not just the testicles on my chin.
I got a lot wrong.
So, we're thinking -- by we, I mean me -- that the thing to do is to talk about a PR campaign for work, manual labor, skilled labor.
Somebody needs to be out there talking about the forgotten benefits.
I'm talking about grandfather stuff, the stuff a lot us probably grew up with but we've kind of -- you know, kind of lost a little.
Barack wants to create two and a half million jobs.
The infrastructure is a huge deal.
This war on work, that I suppose exists, has casualties like any other war.
The infrastructure's the first one; declining trade-school enrollments are the second one.
Every single year: fewer electricians, fewer carpenters, fewer plumbers, fewer welders, fewer pipefitters, fewer steamfitters.
The infrastructure jobs that everybody is talking about creating are those guys -- the ones that have been in decline, over and over.
Meanwhile, we've got two trillion dollars -- at a minimum, that we need to expend to even make a dent in the infrastructure, which is currently rated at a D minus.
So, if I were running for anything, and I'm not, I would simply say that the jobs we hope to make and the jobs we hope to create aren't going to stick unless they're jobs that people want.
And I know the point of this conference is to celebrate things that are near and dear to us, but I also know that clean and dirty aren't opposites.
They're two sides of the same coin, just like innovation and imitation, like risk and responsibility, like peripetia and anagnorisis, like that poor little lamb, who I hope isn't quivering anymore, and like my time that's gone.
It's been great talking to you and get back to work, will you? | {
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ãŠãããããã¨ãããããžãã | What we are showing here is -- on this axis here, I'm showing percent of infected adults.
And on this axis, I'm showing dollars per person in income.
And the size of these bubbles, the size of the bubbles here, that shows how many are infected in each country, and the color is the continent.
Now, you can see United States, in 1983, had a very low percentage infected, but due to the big population, still a sizable bubble.
There were quite many people infected in the United States.
And, up there, you see Uganda.
They had almost five percent infected, and quite a big bubble in spite of being a small country, then.
And they were probably the most infected country in the world.
Now, what has happened?
Now you have understood the graph and now, in the next 60 seconds, we will play the HIV epidemic in the world.
But first, I have a new invention here.
I have solidified the beam of the laser pointer.
So, ready, steady, go!
First, we have the fast rise in Uganda and Zimbabwe.
They went upwards like this.
In Asia, the first country to be heavily infected was Thailand -- they reached one to two percent.
Then, Uganda started to turn back, whereas Zimbabwe skyrocketed, and some years later South Africa had a terrible rise of HIV frequency.
Look, India got many infected, but had a low level.
And almost the same happens here.
See, Uganda coming down, Zimbabwe coming down, Russia went to one percent.
In the last two to three years, we have reached a steady state of HIV epidemic in the world.
25 years it took.
But, steady state doesn't mean that things are getting better, it's just that they have stopped getting worse.
And it has -- the steady state is, more or less, one percent of the adult world population is HIV-infected.
It means 30 to 40 million people, the whole of California -- every person, that's more or less what we have today in the world.
Now, let me make a fast replay of Botswana.
Botswana -- upper middle-income country in southern Africa, democratic government, good economy, and this is what happened there.
They started low, they skyrocketed, they peaked up there in 2003, and now they are down.
But they are falling only slowly, because in Botswana, with good economy and governance, they can manage to treat people.
And if people who are infected are treated, they don't die of AIDS.
These percentages won't come down because people can survive 10 to 20 years.
So there's some problem with these metrics now.
But the poorer countries in Africa, the low-income countries down here, there the rates fall faster, of the percentage infected, because people still die.
In spite of PEPFAR, the generous PEPFAR, all people are not reached by treatment, and of those who are reached by treatment in the poor countries, only 60 percent are left on treatment after two years.
It's not realistic with lifelong treatment for everyone in the poorest countries.
But it's very good that what is done is being done.
But focus now is back on prevention.
It is only by stopping the transmission that the world will be able to deal with it.
Drugs is too costly -- had we had the vaccine, or when we will get the vaccine, that's something more effective -- but the drugs are very costly for the poor.
Not the drug in itself, but the treatment and the care which is needed around it.
So, when we look at the pattern, one thing comes out very clearly: you see the blue bubbles and people say HIV is very high in Africa.
I would say, HIV is very different in Africa.
You'll find the highest HIV rate in the world in African countries, and yet you'll find Senegal, down here -- the same rate as United States.
And you'll find Madagascar, and you'll find a lot of African countries about as low as the rest of the world.
It's this terrible simplification that there's one Africa and things go on in one way in Africa.
We have to stop that.
It's not respectful, and it's not very clever to think that way.
I had the fortune to live and work for a time in the United States.
I found out that Salt Lake City and San Francisco were different.
And so it is in Africa -- it's a lot of difference.
So, why is it so high? Is it war?
No, it's not. Look here.
War-torn Congo is down there -- two, three, four percent.
And this is peaceful Zambia, neighboring country -- 15 percent.
And there's good studies of the refugees coming out of Congo -- they have two, three percent infected, and peaceful Zambia -- much higher.
There are now studies clearly showing that the wars are terrible, that rapes are terrible, but this is not the driving force for the high levels in Africa.
So, is it poverty?
Well if you look at the macro level, it seems more money, more HIV.
But that's very simplistic, so let's go down and look at Tanzania.
I will split Tanzania in five income groups, from the highest income to the lowest income, and here we go.
The ones with the highest income, the better off -- I wouldn't say rich -- they have higher HIV.
The difference goes from 11 percent down to four percent, and it is even bigger among women.
There's a lot of things that we thought, that now, good research, done by African institutions and researchers together with the international researchers, show that that's not the case.
So, this is the difference within Tanzania.
And, I can't avoid showing Kenya.
Look here at Kenya.
I've split Kenya in its provinces.
Here it goes.
See the difference within one African country -- it goes from very low level to very high level, and most of the provinces in Kenya is quite modest.
So, what is it then?
Why do we see this extremely high levels in some countries?
Well, it is more common with multiple partners, there is less condom use, and there is age-disparate sex -- that is, older men tend to have sex with younger women.
We see higher rates in younger women than younger men in many of these highly affected countries.
But where are they situated?
I will swap the bubbles to a map.
Look, the highly infected are four percent of all population and they hold 50 percent of the HIV-infected.
HIV exists all over the world.
Look, you have bubbles all over the world here.
Brazil has many HIV-infected.
Arab countries not so much, but Iran is quite high.
They have heroin addiction and also prostitution in Iran.
India has many because they are many.
Southeast Asia, and so on.
But, there is one part of Africa -- and the difficult thing is, at the same time, not to make a uniform statement about Africa, not to come to simple ideas of why it is like this, on one hand.
On the other hand, try to say that this is not the case, because there is a scientific consensus about this pattern now.
UNAIDS have done good data available, finally, about the spread of HIV.
It could be concurrency.
It could be some virus types.
It could be that there is other things which makes transmission occur in a higher frequency.
After all, if you are completely healthy and you have heterosexual sex, the risk of infection in one intercourse is one in 1,000.
Don't jump to conclusions now on how to behave tonight and so on.
But -- and if you are in an unfavorable situation, more sexually transmitted diseases, it can be one in 100.
But what we think is that it could be concurrency.
And what is concurrency?
In Sweden, we have no concurrency.
We have serial monogamy.
Vodka, New Year's Eve -- new partner for the spring.
Vodka, Midsummer's Eve -- new partner for the fall.
Vodka -- and it goes on like this, you know?
And you collect a big number of exes.
And we have a terrible chlamydia epidemic -- terrible chlamydia epidemic which sticks around for many years.
HIV has a peak three to six weeks after infection and therefore, having more than one partner in the same month is much more dangerous for HIV than others.
Probably, it's a combination of this.
And what makes me so happy is that we are moving now towards fact when we look at this.
You can get this chart, free.
We have uploaded UNAIDS data on the Gapminder site.
And we hope that when we act on global problems in the future we will not only have the heart, we will not only have the money, but we will also use the brain.
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We decided to take a short break in the living room that faced the garden, after which we went shopping. Lyell, Maria, and Gadius went to replenish their Items while leaving the totally exhausted Tricia and us kids behind to rest.
Meanwhile, Cortina massaged our bodies in turns.
âAhh, thatâs the spot. Push a little harder there.â
âOh shut it! Leaving the kids aside, for you to fall first, arenât you lacking a bit too much in exercise?â
âI belong to desk work.â
Tricia was on good terms with Cortina, as usual. Despite her impudent argument, Cortina continued to carefully loosen her body muscles.
Since we kids were fast to recover, we were currently resting while sipping on hot milk with sugar. Maxwell, on the other hand, disappeared to the warehouse.
âAre you sure you donât need to prepare, Cortina?â
âYeah, I asked Maria with it so Iâm good. If itâs just some mask with Purify effect on it, it shouldnât cost that much.â
âHuh, Iâm pretty sure it costs half of my monthly salary, though...â
This wasnât because Tricia had a particularly small salary. Purify was among the beginner Magics, but because it was so convenient, items bestowed with its effect went for quite a sum.
It was originally a Magic to purify water, but it also held the effects to purify minor internal toxins as well as the surrounding atmosphere on a very small scale.
It wasnât only indispensable for securing water, cleaning, and washing, but also for light detoxification, and it also allowed one to move in a toxic gas-filled environment.
For that reason, these Magic-bestowed Items could be said to be essential tools for the Adventurers. Being profitable yet having high mortality, they changed generations quite often. Since new Adventurers kept popping into existence, so did the demand for those items. Thus their value remained unbudged.
âYou should also take a good rest once you are done drinking that. Weâll be climbing after this, so itâll get quite tough.â
âUnderstood.â
Letina and Michelle answered with big nods. I also gave a nod of my own while bringing the cup to my mouth. Honestly speaking, Michelle and Letina aside, Iâm so tired I just want to sleep like this. My friends were beside me, but I didnât have any energy to play with them.
Finishing my milk, I laid my body to rest and discussed the previous fight with my two friends. It was a familiar scene for me, but these two saw it for the first time and were very moved.
âSir Lyell looked so cool! He sent its head with a whoosh! It only took him one swing!â
âCalm down for a bit, you are acting too immodest. Rather, Sir Gadius was even better. The way he casually shrugged off the Fire Giantâs breath was amazing!â
âEhh, Sir Lyell was the amazing one, okay?â
âYou lack discipline if you only look at whatâs fleshy, you know?â
âNonsense.â
âNicole, who do you think was better?â
âNgh?â
Hearing my name called out while I was half asleep made me open my eyes in confusion. While rubbing my sleepy eyes, I tried to remember their conversation that I was ignoring.
âErrr...â
âItâs Sir Lyell, isnât it, Nicole!â
âNo, itâs Sir Gadius, isnât it, Nicole?â
âHow did you come to that conclusion?â
She accurately analyzed the power between us and the opponent and judged that Lyell and Gadius would be enough for the job. Were she not there, both Maxwell and Maria wouldâve joined in, and overused the firepower where it was not needed.
Among the long-term Adventurers, defeating foes with minimal battle power was an extremely important factor. But to achieve that, Cortinaâs presence was indispensable.
â...In other words, if Cortina wasnât there, they might have pointlessly showered it with Magic.â
âI suppose that is one way to look at it.â
âNicole, you are amazing.â
They started clapping and praised me, but honestly speaking, I was just speaking from my past life experience. It wasnât because my insight was particularly outstanding or anything, so that act made me somewhat embarrassed.
âHeh, so Nicole was paying attention to where she should. You should learn from her.â
âNo thanks, Iâm just a public-health doctor.â
Cortina expressed her admiration while slapping Tricia on the back of her head. Normally, someone my age couldnât understand the gravity of drawn-out fights.
Meanwhile, Maxwell showed up in the garden pulling some kind of cart with him. We could see him since the living room was facing the garden. Judging from its appearance, there didnât seem to be that many items inside that cart. Wasnât using a cart to carry them a bit of an exaggeration?
âMaxwell, isnât that thing a little too big for the job?â
âNot necessarily. The luggage will only grow from now on.â
âEven if you say luggage... Oh.â
Cortina suddenly realized something.
âI see. You mean a Golem!â
There was a Magic called Create Golem. Using a block of wood or a lump of earth as a catalyst, you could create a simple familiar. This belonged to the system called Puppetry Magic, which didnât have many practitioners.
The reason was that the Golemâs battle power was far inferior to even the user, and as it always needed to be given minute instructions, the practitioner had no time to use any other Magic. It was a technique with difficult practicality unless you could use Chantless or High-Speed Casting like Maria and Maxwell.
Magic-Swordsmen used them in place of vanguards or just for luggage carrying. It had no other use. But in our case, even if he planned to use the Golem to carry the cart, what was the point when there was no real luggage?
âHe plans to use that cart to carry Tricia and you kids.â
âThank god. We can climb with this!â
âYayy!â
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proposal, the girl pointed towards a straight path with a clear wheel track which remained.
âWell thank you but, I am not some child, I believe I wouldnât get lost.â
âI donât mean it like that... Or rather, no matter how I look, arenât you a child? Youâre still around years old.â
By that word for some reason the girl expressing a complicated bitter smile.
â...I am more or less years old, you seeâ
ââEh, is that so? M-my bad.â
Girls around this age have various rate of growth, so itâs very hard to judge at this point of time. For example, a girl that is presently years old would be mad when she was mistaken for a years old. Grasping the meaning of the girlâs expression like that, Joey meekly bows his head to apologize.
Even a man themselves want to overreach around that age. Not to mention how a girl whoâs 13 years old, in the village where Joey was born, they already married and had a kid or so... The moment when he thought so, his chest is throbbing fast.
(Thatâs right, she not a kid anymore, then sheâs around the age where she could marry!)
Heâs instantly conscious of it, the girlâs charming lips, her modest breasts, her slender legs; so he undoes his locked gaze in a big hurry. Joey then tries to warn her in an easy way.
âYou see, I know youâre obviously some kind of rich young lady, but if youâre really walking alone like this, you will get yourself involved with all kind of guys, and then youâll... experience some unpleasant things. Thatâs why I will escort you till the town.â
âAah, Indeed. The like who would kidnap me, kill me, and bury me, those kinds of guys right?â
The girl seems to easily understand the meaning of Joeyâs cloudy words, and then she looks at Joeyâs face with curious-like expression.
âBut, is that fine? Judging from your appearance you are still empty handed, arenât you in the middle of a job?â
â...Its fine. After all, the war dog extermination plan is completely out of place, I didnât consider that there were 2 of them so I didnât make any necessary preparation. âIn the first place, it feels uneasy leaving you out here!â
Hearing the word that he shouted while turning his face away to hide his embarrassment, the girl was astonished for a moment, then she smiles delightfully.
âYouâare Mr. Joey right? What a good fellow you are.â
ââWh, what are you talking about! Arenât you just making fun of me?!â
âI donât have any intention to do so, but I apologize if I was hurting you... However, I would feel bad if I just took advantage of your good will. âHmmmm, in that case as a job, can I ask you to escort me to the town and show me around? If possible, I want to see the adventurerâs guildâ
âA job, huh...â
âEh? By any chance, is a direct work request like this no good?â
âWell, although it wasnât reflected on guild point, there was no any particular rule that prohibits it. But in case of situation like this, itâs usually done with payment in advance, moreover it normally has an extra charge in comparison with usual requests...â
This is natural, considering Joey just only became an F rank who graduated from G rank when he still an apprentice, he doesnât know the usual reward rate for an escort request nor does he know the extra charge rate, so he canât decide how much of a reward he would take.
But on the girlâs side, Joeyâs indecisive attitude was that he must be worrying about âCould she really pay?â.
Thereâs a rustling sound from her waist at the back (it wasnât her big ribbon decoration, instead it seems to be a pouch), she was taking out several coins.
âThen how about this?â
âSilver coin?â
He was being handed over a thin silver object (itâs three times the size of a normal silver coin), he take a look on it properly and it shine in a rainbow color, it doesnât even look like money.
Saying so, she placed 10 gold coins on the top of Joey palm.
â...I never saw a gold coin. Can it be used?â
Even though Joeyâs gripping on the gold coin, usually he only received silver and cooper coins from the person at guild counter, so he only can observe it with his best ability while sighing.
âI wonder? At worst, perhaps you have to sell it out by melting it down into precious metal. In case you need money at that time, I guess you could sell this ingot?â
Saying so, she picked something up again with her hand, from there she took out a gold bar with about the size of an adult manâs upper hand.
Seeing that, the boy made a complex face.
ââWa, wait a minute! That, could it be a magic item that doesnât change its weight and size even you put something in!?â
âThatâs right. âAah I see, you can have this too.
âHey, thatâs a fortune! That alone could be used to purchase the best residence in town!â
âHeeh, itâs surprisingly an expensive object huh. âWell but yeah, this was quite a lot of money to have.â
âThatâs right. Donât simply show it in public. Good grief, youâre really dangerous if youâre not being watched. Truly some kind of princess you are.â
To be called with âPrincessâ, somehow she smiles like mocking herself, while on it, ââAah, come to think of it, I havenât given any self-introduction yet. My name is âHiyukiâ, so please take care of me, Mr. Joey.â
The girl hold the hem of her skirt with both hand, and performs a light curtsy.
Joeyâs heart went throbbing hard because of her elegant manner, he changes his bodyâs direction at once so his red face couldnât be seen, he start to walk straight into a big tree about 500 meters away.
âHiyuki huh. Aah, I feel funny when being called âMr. Joeyâ so Joey is fine. âWell Hiyuki, I have tied my emu on that tree so letâs walk there a bitâ
Hiyuki who doesnât know the word titled her head in confusion; Joey, who had grown tolerant by now, said,
â...well, you will understand when you see it.â
Being told so, she begins to quicken her pace.
ââââ
ãPrincess, even if you donât hire that kind of rude youngster, wouldnât I be enough to keep a single injury from your precious body?ã
At that moment, Tengai was making his annoyance known beside me, or rather, from inside of me. During a fight, by combining with the body of a pet, one would be granted the petâs status and attributes, the so called âPet Unisonâ feature. However, if I remember correctly, you only get up to 30% of the petâs status as bonus previously, but currently my status is,
Race: Vampire Princess {Ancestor God}
Name: Hiyuki
HP: 61,312,800(+61,234,800)
MP:53,841,500(+53,746,000)
Is this some kind of Zimbabwe dollar? It was inflated so much! I mean, this is exactly the same as the status of Golden Dragon (Naga Raja), isnât it? My status canât even rival the garnish of a sashimi! If I have to say, Iâm more like the dandelion! My being here makes no difference whatsoever!
I mean, since I already know about this feature, the status difference with its original is too much, now itâs scary that I canât even shoot magic. At this level, if I use a fire ball from the basic offensive flame magic skill tree, it becomes a level that is exceedingly dangerous, let alone âThat now wasnât a Kafrizzle, itâs just a Frizzâ, but now itâs more like, âThat now wasnât a hydrogen bomb, itâs just a grenadeâ.
The minimum requirement for this reconnaissance was for Tengai to accompany me. Thatâs why, in order to get things done as peacefully as possible without using his powers, I contacted Joey, who happened to be on our way. I guess Tengai was sulking because itâs like I didnât place trust in his own strength.
If he sulks to the point of saying, âIâll show you what Iâm actually capable of,â and then does as he pleases, this region will perish in one night! If that happens, itâs all downhill and Iâll be on my way to becoming a demon king.
This is why no matter what it takes, I have settle this in a way that does not hurt Tengaiâs pride.
ãOf course, Tengai, I fully have faith in your loyalty and ability. Nevertheless, I wouldnât gain benefits if I didnât associate with people. I know itâs selfish of me, but will you please accompany me?ã
ã...I had said something imprudent. My apologies, Princess. The like of me wouldnât be able to conjure the Princessâ farsighted and deeply-laid out plan, first of all, I am apologizing to the utmost limit for my disrespectfulness. âIn brief, it wasnât to employ that youngster as an escort, itâs just simply...ã
Somehow able to understand it, Tengaiâs voice regains its composure.
ãYea. Itâs for my personal reasonââã
ãAn emergency food, ehã
...huh?!
ãWhich reminds me, Princess still hasnât taken a meal
from the time when you had woke up. Me of all people had forgotten about it. How could I be forgiven for it? ...Well he indeed is a seedy-looking food but, he seems a virgin and hence he would be a rare, tantalizing food. However, if youâre able to wait for a bit, I will prepare for you a mouth-watering virginâs lifeblood instead of that poor boyâs.ã
Feeder... Blood... Virgin... Boy...
Those words were assembled inside my head one by one.
O-oh yeah, wasnât I a vampire princess!?
Thinking about it, my heart was fluttering as I talked with Joey earlier, I thought that feeling is because I became a girl but it turned out I was wrong. In fact, my heart was throbbing hard when I saw his healthy limbs, is it just a mere lust for food?!
Thatâs dangerous!!
I had asked Joey to escort me without thinking, but it might not be a good idea to stay with him. S-somehow now that I became conscious of it, I forcibly removed my gaze fixed on Joeyâs healthy nape, and the blood vessels in his limbs. | {
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She noticed Jonahim looking at her with a hesitant expression just before she left, but she pretended she didnât notice. Merc wanted him to make the most of his well-deserved vacation. Adventuring, like any other job, required rest. It was important to rest and to know how to make the most out of that rest.
âWell then... I guess this place should be fine.â
After leaving the City of Ende and following the red line for a while, Merc found herself on a secluded forest road. After confirming that there wasnât anyone else Merc turned around and said, âItâs about time you came out. Iâve known youâve been there ever since I left the Guild.â
In the following moment, a silhouette of a person could be seen coming from the shadow of a tree.
âSo you did know...â
The person that came out was a blue haired girl. It was Totoara, one of the other examinees. Totoara scratched her cheek in an embarrassed manner as she approached, most likely because she had been discovered.
âYou were acting weirdly at times, so I assumed Iâd been discovered, but itâs hard to believe you knew I was here from the start.â
âUnfortunately for you I have keen senses.â
In reality, Merc had discovered Totoara after tracing back the Mana that had become stuck on her. Merc would not have been able to find Totoara if she had been able to conceal her magic power as well.
That merely went to demonstrate how good Totoara was at concealing herself.
âSo, why did you follow me?â
âWell... I decided to go on foot as well. So I thought that itâd be better to go with you rather than going alone, wouldnât you agree? Unfortunately, I was unable to find a suitable time to appear.â
âI see...â
âBy the way, why didnât you get on the Belball carriage? It would have been much quicker and more secure.â
Totoara responded casually. She then approached Merc and answered in a friendly tone.
âMy reason is quite simple. Itâs because all of the other examinees were men.â
âHuh?â
âDidnât you notice? Besides you and me, all of the other examinees were men. If you were to go, Iâd be left alone inside that horde of guys. And for several days at that... There was no way I was going to stay behind.â
âOh... You have a point.â
It was clearly unsafe to leave a girl alone with a dozen men. And not just any ordinary men, but adventure candidates. The majority of them had a reputation for being violent and nasty. Spending time with those types of men would undoubtedly be dangerous.
She does have some appealing parts about her.
While glancing at the chest of the approaching Totoara, Merc thought. Totoara was a typical woman. She was attracted to men. If she found someone she liked she would likely fall in love with him.
Which was what had led her to think of that situation.
Merc, on the other hand, held a different viewpoint, owing to the fact that she lived her first lifetime as a man.
âLet me send the question right back to you. Why didnât you use the carriage? From your reaction just now I assume your reason is different from mine.â
Totoara inquired with a smile on her face after getting within a handâs reach of Merc. Without a doubt, she was anticipating Mercâs response.
âA peculiar state? What do you mean by that? Are they sick or something?â
Totoara said, having fully lost her calm, most likely as a result of Mercâs unexpected response. She apparently hadnât noticed the Belballsâ strange behavior.
âWell you could say that itâs a type of illness. Say, Totoara, are you aware that, despite their usefulness and gentleness, Belballs have been known to attack humans?â
âWhat? Well yea... Theyâre Magic Beasts after all... If theyâre angry or hungry itâs not strange for them to attack.â
When Merc heard Totoaraâs response, she chuckled a little. That was because, while Totoaraâs response wasnât wholly false, those reasons could apply to any regular horse or beast. They werenât unique to the Belballs.
The anomaly that Merc had discovered, on the other hand, was unique to the Belballs.
âTheyâre suffering from a symptom known as Magic Outburst. The horn of most beast type Magic Beast is a reserve used to store Mana. If the horn is damaged in any way, the Mana that has accumulated inside it begins to disperse. The Magic Beast is then driven insane by the pain caused by the Mana leaking.â
âWhoa. I didnât know that such an illness existed. But the Belballs in front of the Guild didnât seem like they were suffering from that...â
âThatâs because their horns arenât fully damaged. They only had cracks on them. In the following two to three days, I expect them to fully break.â
âCan it be cured?â
âIf a salve is applied to the cracks in the horn as soon as they appear it can. The horns of the Belballs in front of the Guild, on the other hand, were already beyond repair. Thereâs nothing that can be done for them.â
Totoara knitted her brows suspiciously as Merc concluded her statement.
âThis is the first time Iâm hearing of such a condition.â
âThatâs normal. Itâs quite rare after all. Only people who raise Belballs or are closely acquainted with them are aware of this.â
Because Merc had been in charge of looking after the animals in the elf village, she had seen instances of a Belballâs horn getting damaged and it running rampant. However, she would not have experienced a case of Magic Outburst had she not cared for the animals in the village. It was just such a rare symptom.
Thatâs why Merc thought it was weird that all three Belballs in front of the Guild had the same symptom. After all, such a coincidence was unthinkable. This just led Merc to believe that it was staged by someone.
âIt doesnât matter if it was a coincidence or if someone set it up. The only thing that matters is that the Belballs will undoubtedly succumb to the Magic Outburst before reaching Logholt. With that in mind I decided not to get on the carriage.â
âYouâre quite mean, you know that. You could have told everyone.â
âThis is just a guess on my part. I wouldnât be able to take responsibility if my assumption was incorrect, and thereâs no assurance theyâd be able to reach even if they went on foot. In the end I decided that it would be best not to say anything.â
To begin with, Merc had no obligation to tell them anything.
They had been informed that they could utilize whatsoever methods necessary to be at the appointed location on time. Everyone was free to make their own choices.
In the end, even if those Belballs did suffer from the Magic Outburst, they would be no different than normal horses once their Mana was depleted. The other examinees could probably take them down.
Only the Belballs who had lost their Mana would most likely perish.
âWell, to be honest, I likely would have done the same thing. After all, they didnât seem like the type of people to listen to what others told them.â
Totoara, who had been wearing a solemn expression just moments ago, stated in a playful tone with a smile on her face. The girlâs sudden shift of expression caught Merc completely off guard.
âDoesnât this imply that refusing to take the carriage and instead opting to walk was the better option?â
âThatâs right. That is, if you trust my hypothesis.â
âOf course I do. You look way more trustworthy than that Grade Adventurer Brega. Thatâs why Iâd like to ask you once more... Please let me come with you to Logholt!â
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âItâs me, Nicole.â
I didnât know who mightâve been listening in the corridor, so I responded in a girly voice. Hearing my voice, Maxwell seemed to have cheered up as he replied.
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âA great time?â
I asked while bending my head in puzzlement. That almost made Kabby slip off, but letâs ignore that for now. At any rate, he told me to go in, so it was better to do so promptly.
As I opened the door, Maxwell who looked to be at his witâs end came to greet me. There was one overturned cup on the desk. It was probably Elliotâs deed.
âWhat happened here, old man. Elliot was actually angry this time, you know?â
âIt was about cleaning up after your mess. I did not think he would get that angry. It seems the medicine was too effective for himâ
âCleaning after me?â
As I asked that, I sat down on the chair next to the desk. It was probably the same chair Elliot sat in earlier. Maxwell also did the same and closed the curtains behind him. He probably realized that he could be seen from the outside from the fact that I showed up.
âThatâs right. Try to remember what you did the other day.â
âI ripped the kidnappers a new one.â
âQuite a frank reply I see. And legally speaking?â
I started to think. That place was a diplomatâs residence, so to speak, and I was an unidentified girl. Someone like that snuck inside, massacred six people in total, and even caught Tarkashire, who was technically a diplomat, bound his arms and stepped down on him.
âUh, could it be that Iâm in some deep sĖ˛hĖ˛iĖ˛tĖ˛?â
âWhat you did wasnât wrong. I was backing you as well, after all. But itâs still full of problems from the legal perspective.â
There wouldâve been fewer problems if Maxwell himself handled the matter. However, some unknown girl did it in his stead, and she was currently in hiding too. Since they had Elliotâs testimony, I probably wouldnât be branded a criminal... But I was in a dangerous position nonetheless.
âAnd that became a problem. I used that to my advantage.â
âUsed?â
âI mean for your case. You canât keep appearing in the city using that form, right?â
âAh, you mean that.â
If I kept appearing with that appearance, Elliotâs longing would be prolonged too much. I had to take my exit somewhere along the way.
âAnd so, I made Haumea be one of the spies I secretly hired and made her be responsible for the matter.â
âResponsible how?â
âI ordered her to investigate a suspicious individual and prevent the crime that accompanied it. Since she was unable to prevent it, I had her expelled from the kingdom.â
âWhaa!?â
Hearing about the expulsion made me shocked... But thinking about it, that form... Haumea was just an illusion. Even if she was deported somewhere, it wouldnât exactly cause me problems.
âHowever, Elliot could not come to terms with that. He lashed out at me quite unusually.â
From his point, a girl that was both his savior and a crush was expelled from the kingdom. Of course he would flip out.
But from Maxwellâs point, he managed to avoid any trouble and deal with a dangerous person by shifting all the blame on an imaginary person. At the same time, he was able to conveniently get rid of the Haumea illusion.
With that, Elliot would continue chasing that illusion for some time, while I could finally be free from him.
âWell, I feel bad for him, but we can say everything ended well, right?â
âYou say that, but now I am the target of his anger... But I suppose I had that coming.â
âIf you are aware of it, then deal with it.â
âI wonder whose fault it truly was if we get down to it?â
The spearhead was turned my way so I looked away and avoided it. Too bad for Maxwell, but it was a great help that I was able to direct Elliotâs love somewhere away from me. Lyell might even welcome this outcome, actually.
âWith this, Elliotâs love would stay unrequited for some time and his interest in me would go away.â
âAnd by the time the scars of his first love heal, you would be gone from the academy, is that it?â
âYeah, perfect, ainât it?â
âUgh, Iâll just pray that my Gift (Godâs Blessing) is able to cover that part.â
âEven Gift holders need to devote themselves to learn things, you know?â
â...Iâll try my best.â
I nodded to Maxwellâs remonstration, realizing I stirred up the trouble for myself. In reality, however, my magic skills increased exponentially within these three years. I was still below middle grade, but my skill at using it was clearly outside the realm of children.
At this rate, I still had three more years of elementary school, and three more years if I followed through senior high. I should be able to learn it by then.
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ãããã¨ã | Now, there's a bigger question that's probably actually more important than that, is the notion of permanently eliminating the possibility of a nuclear attack, eliminating the threat altogether.
And I would like to make a case to you that over the years since we first developed atomic weaponry, until this very moment, we've actually lived in a dangerous nuclear world that's characterized by two phases, which I'm going to go through with you right now.
First of all, we started off the nuclear age in 1945.
The United States had developed a couple of atomic weapons through the Manhattan Project, and the idea was very straightforward: we would use the power of the atom to end the atrocities and the horror of this unending World War II that we'd been involved in in Europe and in the Pacific.
And in 1945, we were the only nuclear power.
We had a few nuclear weapons, two of which we dropped on Japan, in Hiroshima, a few days later in Nagasaki, in August 1945, killing about 250,000 people between those two.
And for a few years, we were the only nuclear power on Earth.
But by 1949, the Soviet Union had decided it was unacceptable to have us as the only nuclear power, and they began to match what the United States had developed.
And from 1949 to 1985 was an extraordinary time of a buildup of a nuclear arsenal that no one could possibly have imagined back in the 1940s.
So by 1985 -- each of those red bombs up here is equivalent of a thousands warheads -- the world had 65,000 nuclear warheads, and seven members of something that came to be known as the "nuclear club."
And it was an extraordinary time, and I am going to go through some of the mentality that we -- that Americans and the rest of the world were experiencing.
But I want to just point out to you that 95 percent of the nuclear weapons at any particular time since 1985 -- going forward, of course -- were part of the arsenals of the United States and the Soviet Union.
After 1985, and before the break up of the Soviet Union, we began to disarm from a nuclear point of view. We began to counter-proliferate, and we dropped the number of nuclear warheads in the world to about a total of 21,000.
It's a very difficult number to deal with, because what we've done is we've quote unquote "decommissioned" some of the warheads.
They're still probably usable. They could be "re-commissioned," but the way they count things, which is very complicated, we think we have about a third of the nuclear weapons we had before.
But we also, in that period of time, added two more members to the nuclear club: Pakistan and North Korea.
So we stand today with a still fully armed nuclear arsenal among many countries around the world, but a very different set of circumstances.
So I'm going to talk about a nuclear threat story in two chapters.
Chapter one is 1949 to 1991, when the Soviet Union broke up, and what we were dealing with, at that point and through those years, was a superpowers' nuclear arms race.
It was characterized by a nation-versus-nation, very fragile standoff. And basically, we lived for all those years, and some might argue that we still do, in a situation of being on the brink, literally, of an apocalyptic, planetary calamity.
It's incredible that we actually lived through all that.
We were totally dependent during those years on this amazing acronym, which is MAD.
It stands for mutually assured destruction.
So it meant if you attacked us, we would attack you virtually simultaneously, and the end result would be a destruction of your country and mine.
So the threat of my own destruction kept me from launching a nuclear attack on you. That's the way we lived.
And the danger of that, of course, is that a misreading of a radar screen could actually cause a counter-launch, even though the first country had not actually launched anything.
During this chapter one, there was a high level of public awareness about the potential of nuclear catastrophe, and an indelible image was implanted in our collective minds that, in fact, a nuclear holocaust would be absolutely globally destructive and could, in some ways, mean the end of civilization as we know it.
So this was chapter one.
Now the odd thing is that even though we knew that there would be that kind of civilization obliteration, we engaged in America in a series -- and in fact, in the Soviet Union -- in a series of response planning.
It was absolutely incredible.
So premise one is we'd be destroying the world, and then premise two is, why don't we get prepared for it? So what we offered ourselves was a collection of things. I'm just going to go skim through a few things, just to jog your memories.
If you're born after 1950, this is just -- consider this entertainment, otherwise it's memory lane.
This was Bert the Turtle. This was basically an attempt to teach our schoolchildren that if we did get engaged in a nuclear confrontation and atomic war, then we wanted our school children to kind of basically duck and cover.
That was the principle. You -- there would be a nuclear conflagration about to hit us, and if you get under your desk, things would be OK.
I didn't do all that well in psychiatry in medical school, but I was interested, and I think this was seriously delusional.
Secondly, we told people to go down in their basements and build a fallout shelter.
Maybe it would be a study when we weren't having an atomic war, or you could use it as a TV room, or, as many teenagers found out, a very, very safe place for a little privacy with your girlfriend.
And actually -- so there are multiple uses of the bomb shelters.
Or you could buy a prefabricated bomb shelter that you could simply bury in the ground.
Now, the bomb shelters at that point -- let's say you bought a prefab one -- it would be a few hundred dollars, maybe up to 500, if you got a fancy one.
Yet, what percentage of Americans do you think ever had a bomb shelter in their house?
What percentage lived in a house with a bomb shelter?
Less than two percent. About 1.4 percent of the population, as far as anyone knows, did anything, either making a space in their basement or actually building a bomb shelter.
Many buildings, public buildings, around the country -- this is New York City -- had these little civil defense signs, and the idea was that you would run into one of these shelters and be safe from the nuclear weaponry.
And one of the greatest governmental delusions of all time was something that happened in the early days of the Federal Emergency Management Agency, FEMA, as we now know, and are well aware of their behaviors from Katrina.
Here is their first big public announcement. They would propose -- actually there were about six volumes written on this -- a crisis relocation plan that was dependent upon the United States having three to four days warning that the Soviets were going to attack us.
So the goal was to evacuate the target cities.
We would move people out of the target cities into the countryside.
And I'm telling you, I actually testified at the Senate about the absolute ludicrous idea that we would actually evacuate, and actually have three or four days' warning.
It was just completely off the wall.
Turns out that they had another idea behind it, even though this was -- they were telling the public it was to save us.
The idea was that we would force the Soviets to re-target their nuclear weapons -- very expensive -- and potentially double their arsenal, to not only take out the original site, but take out sites where people were going.
This was what apparently, as it turns out, was behind all this.
It was just really, really frightening.
The main point here is we were dealing with a complete disconnect from reality.
The civil defense programs were disconnected from the reality of what we'd see in all-out nuclear war.
So organizations like Physicians for Social Responsibility, around 1979, started saying this a lot publicly.
They would do a bombing run. They'd go to your city, and they'd say, "Here's a map of your city.
Here's what's going to happen if we get a nuclear hit."
So no possibility of medical response to, or meaningful preparedness for all-out nuclear war.
So we had to prevent nuclear war if we expected to survive.
This disconnect was never actually resolved.
And what happened was -- when we get in to chapter two of the nuclear threat era, which started back in 1945.
Chapter two starts in 1991.
When the Soviet Union broke up, we effectively lost that adversary as a potential attacker of the United States, for the most part.
It's not completely gone. I'm going to come back to that.
But from 1991 through the present time, emphasized by the attacks of 2001, the idea of an all-out nuclear war has diminished and the idea of a single event, act of nuclear terrorism is what we have instead.
Although the scenario has changed very considerably, the fact is that we haven't changed our mental image of what a nuclear war means.
So I'm going to tell you what the implications of that are in just a second.
So, what is a nuclear terror threat?
And there's four key ingredients to describing that.
First thing is that the global nuclear weapons, in the stockpiles that I showed you in those original maps, happen to be not uniformly secure.
And it's particularly not secure in the former Soviet Union, now in Russia.
There are many, many sites where warheads are stored and, in fact, lots of sites where fissionable materials, like highly enriched uranium and plutonium, are absolutely not safe.
They're available to be bought, stolen, whatever.
They're acquirable, let me put it that way.
From 1993 through 2006, the International Atomic Energy Agency documented 175 cases of nuclear theft, 18 of which involved highly enriched uranium or plutonium, the key ingredients to make a nuclear weapon.
The global stockpile of highly enriched uranium is about 1,300, at the low end, to about 2,100 metric tons.
More than 100 megatons of this is stored in particularly insecure Russian facilities.
How much of that do you think it would take to actually build a 10-kiloton bomb?
Well, you need about 75 pounds of it.
So, what I'd like to show you is what it would take to hold 75 pounds of highly enriched uranium.
This is not a product placement. It's just -- in fact, if I was Coca Cola, I'd be pretty distressed about this -- -- but basically, this is it.
This is what you would need to steal or buy out of that 100-metric-ton stockpile that's relatively insecure to create the type of bomb that was used in Hiroshima.
Now you might want to look at plutonium as another fissionable material that you might use in a bomb.
That -- you'd need 10 to 13 pounds of plutonium.
Now, plutonium, 10 to 13 pounds: this. This is enough plutonium to create a Nagasaki-size atomic weapon.
Now this situation, already I -- you know, I don't really like thinking about this, although somehow I got myself a job where I have to think about it. So the point is that we're very, very insecure in terms of developing this material.
The second thing is, what about the know-how?
And there's a lot of controversy about whether terror organizations have the know-how to actually make a nuclear weapon.
Well, there's a lot of know-how out there.
There's an unbelievable amount of know-how out there.
There's detailed information on how to assemble a nuclear weapon from parts.
There's books about how to build a nuclear bomb.
There are plans for how to create a terror farm where you could actually manufacture and develop all the components and assemble it.
All of this information is relatively available.
If you have an undergraduate degree in physics, I would suggest -- although I don't, so maybe it's not even true -- but something close to that would allow you, with the information that's currently available, to actually build a nuclear weapon.
The third element of the nuclear terror threat is that, who would actually do such a thing?
Well, what we're seeing now is a level of terrorism that involves individuals who are highly organized.
They are very dedicated and committed.
They are stateless.
Somebody once said, Al Qaeda does not have a return address, so if they attack us with a nuclear weapon, what's the response, and to whom is the response?
And they're retaliation-proof.
Since there is no real retribution possible that would make any difference, since there are people willing to actually give up their lives in order to do a lot of damage to us, it becomes apparent that the whole notion of this mutually assured destruction would not work.
Here is Sulaiman Abu Ghaith, and Sulaiman was a key lieutenant of Osama Bin Laden.
He wrote many, many times statements to this effect: "we have the right to kill four million Americans, two million of whom should be children."
And we don't have to go overseas to find people willing to do harm, for whatever their reasons.
McVeigh and Nichols, and the Oklahoma City attack in the 1990s was a good example of homegrown terrorists.
What if they had gotten their hands on a nuclear weapon?
The fourth element is that the high-value U.S. targets are accessible, soft and plentiful.
This would be a talk for another day, but the level of the preparedness that the United States has achieved since 9/11 of '01 is unbelievably inadequate.
What you saw after Katrina is a very good indicator of how little prepared the United States is for any kind of major attack.
Seven million ship cargo containers come into the United States every year.
Five to seven percent only are inspected -- five to seven percent.
This is Alexander Lebed, who was a general that worked with Yeltsin, who talked about, and presented to Congress, this idea that the Russians had developed -- these suitcase bombs. They were very low yield -- 0.1 to one kiloton, Hiroshima was around 13 kilotons -- but enough to do an unbelievable amount of damage.
And Lebed came to the United States and told us that many, many -- more than 80 of the suitcase bombs were actually not accountable.
And they look like this. They're basically very simple arrangements.
You put the elements into a suitcase.
It becomes very portable.
The suitcase can be conveniently dropped in your trunk of your car.
You take it wherever you want to take it, and you can detonate it.
You don't want to build a suitcase bomb, and you happen to get one of those insecure nuclear warheads that exist.
This is the size of the "Little Boy" bomb that was dropped at Hiroshima.
It was 9.8 feet long, weighed 8,800 pounds. You go down to your local rent-a-truck and for 50 bucks or so, you rent a truck that's got the right capacity, and you take your bomb, you put it in the truck and you're ready to go.
It could happen. But what it would mean and who would survive?
You can't get an exact number for that kind of probability, but what I'm trying to say is that we have all the elements of that happening.
Anybody who dismisses the thought of a nuclear weapon being used by a terrorist is kidding themselves.
I think there's a lot of people in the intelligence community -- a lot of people who deal with this work in general think it's almost inevitable, unless we do certain things to really try to defuse the risk, like better interdiction, better prevention, better fixing, you know, better screening of cargo containers that are coming into the country and so forth.
There's a lot that can be done to make us a lot safer.
At this particular moment, we actually could end up seeing a nuclear detonation in one of our cities.
I don't think we would see an all-out nuclear war any time soon, although even that is not completely off the table.
There's still enough nuclear weapons in the arsenals of the superpowers to destroy the Earth many, many times over.
There are flash points in India and Pakistan, in the Middle East, in North Korea, other places where the use of nuclear weapons, while initially locally, could very rapidly go into a situation where we'd be facing all-out nuclear war.
It's very unsettling.
Here we go. OK.
I'm back in my truck, and we drove over the Brooklyn Bridge.
We're coming down, and we bring that truck that you just saw somewhere in here, in the Financial District.
This is a 10-kiloton bomb, slightly smaller than was used in Hiroshima. And I want to just conclude this by just giving you some information. I think -- "news you could use" kind of concept here.
So, first of all, this would be horrific beyond anything we can possibly imagine.
This is the ultimate.
And if you're in the half-mile radius of where this bomb went off, you have a 90 percent chance of not making it.
If you're right where the bomb went off, you will be vaporized. And that's -- I'm just telling you, this is not good.
Two-mile radius, you have a 50 percent chance of being killed, and up to about eight miles away -- now I'm talking about killed instantly -- somewhere between a 10 and 20 percent chance of getting killed.
The thing about this is that the experience of the nuclear detonation is -- first of all, tens of millions of degrees Fahrenheit at the core here, where it goes off, and an extraordinary amount of energy in the form of heat, acute radiation and blast effects. An enormous hurricane-like wind, and destruction of buildings almost totally, within this yellow circle here.
And what I'm going to focus on, as I come to conclusion here, is that, what happens to you if you're in here?
Well, if we're talking about the old days of an all-out nuclear attack, you, up here, are as dead as the people here. So it was a moot point.
My point now, though, is that there is a lot that we could do for you who are in here, if you've survived the initial blast.
You have, when the blast goes off -- and by the way, if it ever comes up, don't look at it.
If you look at it, you're going to be blind, either temporarily or permanently.
So if there's any way that you can avoid, like, avert your eyes, that would be a good thing.
If you find yourself alive, but you're in the vicinity of a nuclear weapon, you have -- that's gone off -- you have 10 to 20 minutes, depending on the size and exactly where it went off, to get out of the way before a lethal amount of radiation comes straight down from the mushroom cloud that goes up.
In that 10 to 15 minutes, all you have to do -- and I mean this seriously -- is go about a mile away from the blast.
And what happens is -- this is -- I'm going to show you now some fallout plumes. Within 20 minutes, it comes straight down. Within 24 hours, lethal radiation is going out with prevailing winds, and it's mostly in this particular direction -- it's going northeast.
And if you're in this vicinity, you've got to get away.
So you're feeling the wind -- and there's tremendous wind now that you're going to be feeling -- and you want to go perpendicular to the wind [not upwind or downwind].
if you are in fact able to see where the blast was in front of you.
You've got to get out of there.
If you don't get out of there, you're going to be exposed to lethal radiation in very short order.
If you can't get out of there, we want you to go into a shelter and stay there.
Now, in a shelter in an urban area means you have to be either in a basement as deep as possible, or you have to be on a floor -- on a high floor -- if it's a ground burst explosion, which it would be, higher than the ninth floor. So you have to be tenth floor or higher, or in the basement.
But basically, you've got to get out of town as quickly as possible.
And if you do that, you actually can survive a nuclear blast.
Over the next few days to a week, there will be a radiation cloud, again, going with the wind, and settling down for another 15 or 20 miles out -- in this case, over Long Island.
And if you're in the direct fallout zone here, you really have to either be sheltered or you have to get out of there, and that's clear. But if you are sheltered, you can actually survive.
The difference between knowing information of what you're going to do personally, and not knowing information, can save your life, and it could mean the difference between 150,000 to 200,000 fatalities from something like this and half a million to 700,000 fatalities.
So, response planning in the twenty-first century is both possible and is essential.
But in 2008, there isn't one single American city that has done effective plans to deal with a nuclear detonation disaster.
Part of the problem is that the emergency planners themselves, personally, are overwhelmed psychologically by the thought of nuclear catastrophe. They are paralyzed.
You say "nuclear" to them, and they're thinking, "Oh my God, we're all gone. What's the point? It's futile."
And we're trying to tell them, "It's not futile.
We can change the survival rates by doing some commonsensical things."
So the goal here is to minimize fatalities.
And I just want to leave you with the personal points that I think you might be interested in.
The key to surviving a nuclear blast is getting out, and not going into harm's way.
That's basically all we're going to be talking about here.
And the farther you are away in distance, the longer it is in time from the initial blast; and the more separation between you and the outside atmosphere, the better.
So separation -- hopefully with dirt or concrete, or being in a basement -- distance and time is what will save you.
So here's what you do. First of all, as I said, don't stare at the light flash, if you can. I don't know you could possibly resist doing that.
But let's assume, theoretically, you want to do that.
You want to keep your mouth open, so your eardrums don't burst from the pressures.
If you're very close to what happened, you actually do have to duck and cover, And you want to get under something so that you're not injured or killed by objects, if that's at all possible.
You want to get away from the initial fallout mushroom cloud, I said, in just a few minutes.
And shelter and place. You want to move [only] crosswind for 1.2 miles.
You know, if you're out there and you see buildings horribly destroyed and down in that direction, less destroyed here, then you know that it was over there, the blast, and you're going this way, as long as you're going crosswise to the wind.
Once you're out and evacuating, you want to keep as much of your skin, your mouth and nose covered, as long as that covering doesn't impede you moving and getting out of there.
And finally, you want to get decontaminated as soon as possible.
And if you're wearing clothing, you've taken off your clothing, you're going to get showered down some place and remove the radiation that would be -- the radioactive material that might be on you.
And then you want to stay in shelter for 48 to 72 hours minimum, but you're going to wait hopefully -- you'll have your little wind-up, battery-less radio, and you'll be waiting for people to tell you when it's safe to go outside. That's what you need to do.
In conclusion, nuclear war is less likely than before, but by no means out of the question, and it's not survivable.
Nuclear terrorism is possible -- it may be probable -- but is survivable.
And this is Jack Geiger, who's one of the heroes of the U.S. public health community.
And Jack said the only way to deal with nuclear anything, whether it's war or terrorism, is abolition of nuclear weapons.
And you want something to work on once you've fixed global warming, I urge you to think about the fact that we have to do something about this unacceptable, inhumane reality of nuclear weapons in our world.
Now, this is my favorite civil defense slide, and I -- -- I don't want to be indelicate, but he's no longer in office. We don't really care, OK.
This was sent to me by somebody who is an aficionado of civil defense procedures, but the fact of the matter is that America's gone through a very hard time.
We've not been focused, we've not done what we had to do, and now we're facing the potential of bad, hell on Earth.
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, I more or less grasped how to adjust the temperature. After that, it was finally Michelleâs âthe main person in needâ time to receive the spell.
I poured the carefully adjusted magic power into the spell, activating it. It wrapped her body and showed its effect immediately.
âOoh, so warm. Nicole, this magic is the best!â
âLooks like itâs a success. Thank god.â
âBut since you were gonna cast it, maybe it was better to switch to a one-piece instead of a bikini?â
âTrue. Your belly would freeze in your current getup.â
Finia voiced her opinion, which I was in agreement with. The swimsuit was the one being warmed up, so it wouldnât cover the parts where it didnât reach.
Michelle who was exposing so much was receiving little benefit from it. Her firm belly looked especially cold.
âItâs okaaay, itâs okaaay. Health is my redeeming point. Iâm plenty warm as is.â
âI envy that toughness of yours.â
She was like night and day compared to me who hadnât entered the water unlike the trio and yet was still clinging to the bonfire.
With everything said, I managed to obtain this new magic with a small sacrifice, so I should consider it good fortune. Thinking so, I looked towards the sacrifice in question.
There was Cloud, collapsed and squirming like a bug while holding his crotch. I ended up burning his trunks over and over with Warm.
âWell then, it has started to grow colder so shall we return to the cottage? Hey, the young man whoâs holding his crotch and squirming indecently there. Time to get up.â
âAnd whose fault is it that Iâm in this state! Rather, those arenât words that should come from a girlâs mouth!â
âWhatâs that about acting cheeky? This is something the orphanage sisters taught me.â
âFine then. Let me reword it. Cloud, time to get up. You donât have to get any other part up.â
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I was a man previously, so I was fully aware of the way that part tended to behave. Michelle and Letina, who were unfamiliar with male physiology, didnât understand what I was saying. It was cute to see them looking at me so quizzically. I wish you two remain that innocent forever.
As for Maxwell... He was standing pigeon-toed away from me. Hey, donât worry, Iâm not gonna cast it on you.
âStill, isnât this quite a dangerous magic?â
That was my impression based on the experiments so far. Since it could heat up the swimsuits, it would also be able to heat up the pants. If you cast this on your opponent in the middle of a battle, it should be possible to both create the openings and also damage them, shouldnât it?
However, Maxwell denied my assumption with a shake of his head.
âNormally, it is not a spell that raises the temperature to that degree. Moreover, magic to heat up your weapon to damage the opponent already exists.â
âHuh, so this isnât really a new spell, huh?â
âNot entirely correct. That spell only works on the metal, so this could be said to be a new spell, in a way? There is also a way to cast Tinder on the enemyâs clothes. But when it comes to simply heating it up without burning it, this might be a new discovery.â
âSo like.... I mean, do you mean to say that there werenât any people who failed like this before?â
âI believe it instead has to do with the amount of magic that you hold...â
There were my friends nearby so I couldnât use my usual speech. I almost never talked to Maxwell with everyone present so it was a bit awkward. Still, I wanted to discuss the earlier spell right away. There were cases when you forgot the sensation after some time passed, after all.
âHow are you faring with magic consumption?â
âHmm? I used the weakest level of consumption, so itâs not that much... Then again, it felt like it took more than double of Enchant, I guess?â
âThat much with just Crimson One? While it is true that its magic power setting is high due to being middle-grade magic, it still does not add up. Perhaps the extra magic power manifested as excess heat.â
âWell, our damages this time only amounted to Cloudâs wicked crotch, so you can even say it went without problems.â
Cloud hurled complaints my way while on the ground. Since he wasnât standing up, was the damage actually more than I thought? Deciding to check on his injury, I walked up to him and asked.
âDid you actually suffer a major injury? Come on, let me see it.â
âLike I can show it!â
âPlease, I wonât be embarrassed if you show me your shabby thing.â
âWell, you should be!â
He was still years old. He was just a child from my perspective. I was a grown man in my past life, and Lyell has taken me to the bath with him too. When I was an infant, that is.
As such, his little pee-pee wouldnât be a big deal for me, but he seemed to be embarrassed in front of adults.
âI canât cast Cure Light if I donât see it.â
âYou donât have to! Iâll ask Lord Maxwell to do it later.â
âYou want to trouble Maxwell? Do you realize how much you are asking?â
âHuuh!? I mean... Then, Iâll just endure it!â
âYou should just get your friend to heal you, you know?â
âOkay, leave it at that. You are turning into a sexual harasser girl.â
Maxwell was unable to watch and sent a Heal his way. My Cure Light could only heal the sensation, so Maxwellâs spell was overwhelmingly more effective.
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ˇãåĒãããĒåŖ°éŗã§éĻįšãæĸãããŽã ãŖãã | The fortress, at the front area.
There the apostles who were dropped down to the ground using gravity generation device âGran Farensenâ were opening a fierce battle that was worthy to be called as mortal combat against the soldiers of the empire.
âoOOOOOOOOO-â
One of the empireâs soldiers raised a war cry while rushing at an apostle.
The large sword of the apostle was elegantly swung while emitting silver light, with a slash the head of that empire soldier was lopped off. And then her returning sword lopped the head of the empire soldier at the opposite side. The soldierâs armor could defend against the disintegration ability for several hits before giving out, so the apostle was aiming at the part where there was no armor.
âDamn it-, they are just too strong-! Our side is already breaking the limit twice already here-â
âYou monsters-! Just die already-â
The specs of the apostles were already dropped by sixty percent, furthermore their movements were obstructed, in addition their side was fully equipped with age of god class artifacts, despite so the number of their allies that got defeated when facing an apostle was still overwhelmingly a lot. That fact caused the soldiers of the empire to hurl out abusive language.
At that time when the soldiers were unconsciously getting cold feet from the apostlesâ fierce attack, an angry yell that for some reason made a chill rushed through their spine and their groin tightened resounded. And then at the next instant, a fist that was like rock was swung furiously and pierced the back of the head of an apostle, the fist then pushed toward the ground without stoppingââand it punched through.
The one who appeared behind hanging over the apostle whose head was pulverized, was a giant of a man, his whole body was covered by the provided set of equipment and his appearance was no different from other soldiers. However, the soldiers didnât even praise that man for defeating an apostle, instead for some reason they were drawing away.
âAraaaan? Whatâs wrong everyone, are you all taking distance from moiiiii?â
âHiih, forgive me!â
Thick lips and beastly eyes were peeking out from the opening of the helm. The man possessed inhuman level of muscle that was obvious even across the armor. Braided hair sprung out from the top of the helmet, a lovely pink ribbon was attached at the tip of the hair. That man who was a little bit strange was wriggling around while winking at the soldiers with feminine tone. It really was unavoidable for the soldiers to take even more distance while saying âForgive meâ reflexively.
After all even an apostle who was about to charge exactly right now came to a stand still with a twitch...
âNUURYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-â
Even more throaty war cries resounded. When they looked, similar with the giant in front of their eyesââthe monster nesting in the clothing shop at Brook city the shop manager Crystabel, an army of giants whose body was wrapped in so much muscle to the degree that made any onlooker wanted to say âyou guys donât actually need armor ainât it?â which was further equipped with similar set of equipment like everybody else was rampaging violently there.
One giant was hugging an apostle from the front, and then without even any time to activate her disintegration ability the apostle was bear hugged until death, and then another giant moved to another apostle with an artistic pile driver that pulverized the head of the apostle.
a feverish kiss from the giant, it was unclear whether it was for taking the aposlte by surprise or merely because of his tastes. While the apostle who received pile driver, perhaps because it was an irregular technique but the hugging direction was reversed from the usual pile driver, so the face of the apostle became exactly buried into the crotch of the giant in the end.
âPlaying with a doll cannot make me fired up at aaallllâ
The two giants who defeated two apostles also wriggled around while saying out such impressions with a feminine tone. The expressions of the two apostles who had been defeated and stopped functioning looked strangely teary eyed...but surely that was just their imagination.
The bizarre squad that was formed as a commando unitââalso known as the manly women squad. The women(?) snapped their neck around to look for their next prey, and when they had finished designating their respective prey, the apostles who were confronting other soldiers shivered simultaneously. And then their gaze swam around expressing their wariness, which caused several of them to be taken by surprise and defeated.
They obstructed the movement of the apostles with mere (sticky) gaze and even forced the apostles to stiffen for an instant. That bizarre great contribution was decreasing the number of the apostles with certainty and backed up their allies. It backed up the ally...supposedly.
While monsters of a different kind were rampaging violently in the battlefield, a fierce fighting was unfolding at a slightly distance place.
One of the empireâs soldier readied the rifle he was provided with and fired in full-auto from middle range, nailing down an apostle in place. It was a hybrid weapon with excessive firepower that wasnât influenced by the specs of the user. As expected even an apostle would have to be fixed in place if she defended against the swarm of flashes using her large sword.
However, an apostle wouldnât be finished just with that. As though giving a return gift, an atrocious bullet that wasnât outdone even by the railgun flew outââit was a counterattack using silver feathers.
The empire soldiers surrounding the apostle were mowed down. There were also people who barely endured using their defensive equipment or sword, but the low-level soldiers had their exposed flesh gouged out with certainty and their lives expired there.
That sound of the bullet running out resounded. The empire soldier who was checking the apostle in place using his shooting was trying to reload the magazine in panic then.
Not letting away that opening, the apostle was going to fire silver bombardment. Despair flashed on the face of the empire soldier.
At that time,
âZEAAAAAAAAAAH!!â
A loud scream of spirit that was clearly drawing a line compared to common soldier gushed out.
A large sword swung down from a sword held overhead at the apostle who was going to fire a silver flash.
The apostle looked annoyed while she lifted her large sword to block that attack...
ââââ
The large sword that was swung down bent like a whip and its trajectory changed due to the holderâs arm, the vertical swing was transformed into a horizontal slash that made the apostle gazed in astonishment. And then, even when the apostle tried to defend but her movement was obstructed by the crimson light coiling around her and her neck got lopped off with her eyes still wide open.
The man who finished off an apostle alone, was the emperor of the empire who was emitting off unbelievable aura of supremacyââGahard D Hoelscher was showered in the blood of apostle while he turned at the soldiers who got cold feet from that apostleâs fierce attack and raised a loud voice that sounded like explosion.
âYou bastaards, donât get cold feet-. Roar up! Fight until you turn into waste! This battlefield is a legend! All of you bastards are the spinner of the new legend! Do you want to get laughed by the guys in the future huh-!â
This battle where the existential fate of the mankind was staked onââit was certainly a legend itself seen from the viewpoint of the future generation. They were all the actors on this grand stage that would be talked without end at the future.
The soldiers of the empire and the mercenaries that were overflowing with ambition got roused up by those words. Fierceness lit up in their eyes, they blazed up with the desire to carve their existence in history!
Gahardâs violent passion swept over the battlefield.
âImagine it. Whose figure is standing behind you bastards!? If you ******* get defeated, then that guy will die next-! Can you permit that? You cannot right!? Then blaze up your killing intent! Whether they are an apostle or whatever, who the hell cares, devote yourself to destroy all the enemyyy!â
The soldiers of the kingdom and the adventurers looked back over their shoulder for a moment, right now, even in this moment their eyes were seething violently with killing intent toward the silver monsters wielding fierce might. For whose sake they were standing in this place. That was obvious. It was to protect their friend, their lover, their family! This was a battlefield, where defeat was unforgivable!
At that time, the apostles who were offended by Gahardâs existence fired silver flashes at him all at once.
âShield-, form up!â
Gahard immediately reacted. Just with that command, the imperial soldiers who had gathered around Gahard unnoticed combined their large shield and became the defensive wall for Gahard. The silver flashes were temporarily blocked with the special large shields that were also of Hajime made.
âAttack-!â
Gahardâs command surged once more.
Different imperial guards that were standing by behind the large shields kneeled and fired their anti-material rifle from the gaps of the shields.
The apostles who had just fired their silver flash were countered by the flying flashes which gouged their body and made them tumbled down.
And then, the moment the silver flashes stopped coming, Gahard rushed toward another apostle and then using his ever-changing sword attack that warped like a whip from the natural stance he began an equal fight against an apostle.
âFollow his majesty-â
âSurround and kill them-. They are not an opponent we cannot win against!â
âDonât let these dolls doing whatever they pleased more than this-â
With that as the trigger, the allied forceâs fervor rose and they battled with the apostles using similar teamwork. The soldiers wouldnât shrink away anymore no matter how many of them were killed, that mettle and resolve that believed they couldnât be defeated was gradually excelling the specs of the apostles.
In a corner of the fortress.
There a man that had been closing his eyes from the battlefield all this time quietly opened his eyes. And then, with a powerful voice that while sounded solemn yet contained passion, he called at the commander Liliana.
âPrincess Liliana.â
Just with those words, Liliana guessed what he wanted to say and judging that it was certainly the time she handed down the command.
âYes, Adol-dono. Now that the battle is moving toward a land war, it would be extremely bad if we get sniped from above the gravity barrier. ...Please show how the strength of the dragon race that rules over the sky will usurp the air superiority in front of all these people.â
âFufu-, acknowledged.â
With solemn and powerful footsteps Adol went out to a terrace that continued toward the courtyard where they dragon race people were standing in a row. His brethren below him, roughly three hundred people were filled to the brim with fighting spirit and looked up straight toward their clan head Adol.
âThe persecution of five hundred years ago. There is no way for us to forget that. All of you who survived that time and made an oath for the vindication of our honor, and also all of you who were born since then lamenting all the irrationality while living in hiding...no need for even a drop of mercy or reservation-! Roar following your rage! The sky is our territory! Make all of them know that! All dragon race...we are departing-!â
â â â â âOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!â â â â â
They all roared simultaneously.
That was the signal of the revolt of the proud race who had endured the rage and humiliation for five hundred years until now. All of the dragon race rolled upwind while flying to the sky at the same time.
The barrier of gravity was made undone with good timing by Liliana. The dragon race used that chance to rise to the sky, and then at the next instant they were all wrapped in light.
And then, the figures that appeared then were the flock of dragon that was the conqueror of the sky. They flapped their wings majestically and their pupils that split vertically glared at the puppets of god. The dragons emitted unbelievable pressure from their body alone. Right now, all of the dragons were fully equipped with Hajimeâs artifact, turning up their majestic appearance even further.
Among those dragons, a majestic scarlet dragon that boasted a conspicuously huge body raised a roar along with an enormous pressure. Regardless of the distance of seven hundred meters that separated him from the ground, the rippling vibration of the air was also conveyed toward the allied force soldiers on the ground.
Right after that, it was as though the roar just now was the signal for the opening of the battle, three hundred dragons fired their breath attack simultaneously. The flashes that each had their own color based on the element of their forte rushed at the apostles who were dancing in the sky with a haughty face as though they owned the place.
The apostles wrapped their body with their silver wings and entered a defensive posture.
However, the breath of the dragon race bit and tore those defenses and exterminated the apostles.
{Hou, as expected from the spouse that Tio recognized. Itâs astonishing for our strength to be raised up until this far.}
Adol raised a pleased voice seeing his breath that was displaying a might that was ten-odd times the usual. Adol and others who were equipped with similar equipment like the armed black dragons had their specs raised up by the sublimation magic that was enchanted into their armor. Naturally there was also the effect from the cheatmate and the limit break artifact âLast Zellâ.
{Kuh, I wonât recognize him-! That kind of bratâsââ}
An indigo blue dragonââRistas made a voice that sounded vexed somehow. But, he held back his tongue after seeing an apostle who rapidly closed in on him in the middle of his speech swinging her large sword, yet that sword was splendidly blocked by the armor on his body and instead the apostle got blown away by the shockwave that was released by the armor.
Even though he wasnât doing anything but the enemy got blown away. It felt like he got protected by Hajime that made his feeling to get really complicated.
{Then, you can just try to steal her. After all, that man too had said that he will accept anyoneâs challenge.}
{Uguh}
There was no way he could do that. He could clearly imagine how he would be instantly killed the moment he challenged Hajime. The tone of Adolâs voice carried a tinge of teasing somewhere in it.
Ristas who was at disadvantage in this talk flapped his dragon wings and accelerated instantly to attack the apostles. It was like he was saying âIâm concentrating in defeating the apostles!â
The other dragon people were also smiling wryly at Ristas who was still young while beginning to wield their strength fully.
As expected from the ruler of the sky. With their jumped up specs and maneuverable midair battle, and also the blessing of the age of god artifacts, the competed against the apostles in more than even battle. The conflict where the air superiority was put on the line entered into a mortal combat where dragon roars and silver flashes mixed all over just like a presentation of a space war in science fiction movie that was worthy of being in legend.
The powerful roars of dragon resounded through the reddish black sky, the allied force that was on the ground raised their war-cry at that gallantness while their morale was rising.
In a corner of the battlefieldââat the position nearby the choir, there was a group that was clearly making a great contribution which drew a line from other soldiers and sacred knights at the area.
âUOOOOOOOH!!â
Along with a war cry a man made a step that split the ground and charged an apostle with a body blowââNagayama Juugo the let his fist that was like a rock fell on the face of the apostle before she could do something.
The special gauntlet artifact of Hajime transmitted impact into the internal and destroyed the inside. Whipped up flesh and blood flew out from the noble face of the apostle and dirtied Juugoâs cheek with blood splatter, but he only fixed back his stance in a calm state just like his taciturn appearance.
An apostle vertically slashed her large sword from overhead stance toward that Juugo behind him.
However, with a backstep Juugo slipped into the bosom of the opponent smoothly and like that he crashed the apostle on the ground with a splendid shoulder throw. The ground was smashed into a radial shape from the excessive might and formed a small crater. Juugo stepped on the neck of the apostle whose movement was obstructed for an instant from the impact and gave her the finishing blow.
Juugo finished off two apostles in the blink of eye. Although the apostles were weakened and he himself was superhumanized, but the way he was fighting was splendid that made it clear that he had constantly trained without negligence.
There, two additional apostles arrived that approached Juugo in a pincer attack.
But, at that moment,
âââWind blowing from the bottom of the earth, dye the thing with life whiteâââWhite Majestic Breathâ!!â
White smoke rode with the wind and rushed through the air like a snake, it whirled and became a protective wall around Juugo. The two apostles that approached Juugo were slightly entangled by the white smoke, yet they used their silver wings and blew them away while withdrawing for once.
The spectacle of the body part that was touched by the white smoke petrifying creakingly from the tip made the apostles showing an expression that seemed to want to say âhow impudentâ while they attempted to use magic power of disintegration to unmade the curse.
The caster that blew the white smoke of petrifactionââNomura Kentaro waved a conductor stick artifact. Immediately the white smoke coiling around Juugo in protection parted into two trails and attacked the withdrawing two apostles.
The apostles judged that it would be dangerous for them to get hit with that in their current state where their magic resistance was lowered so they attempted to withdraw further, but unnoticed the ground swelled up and bound their legs and their attempts didnât bear any fruit. The apostles pitched forward from the sudden restrain. That became a fatal opening.
At the next moment, the white smoke that Kentaro manipulated swallowed the two apostles whole.
What were left later were only two artistic sculptures that were completely made from stone.
Other than them, there were also Nakano Shinji and Saitou Yoshiki who had gotten back on their feet after Hiyamaâs betrayal and Kondouâs death, they were unfolding a really great contribution with bloodcurdling look, while protecting the hole in their formation were Tamai Atsushi, Aikawa Noboru, Nimura Akito unfolding a fierce battle against the apostles without taking even a step back.
They were all perfectly supported from behind by Sonobe Yuuka, Sugawara Taeko, Miyazaki Nana, Tsuji Ayako, and Yoshino Mao.
The members of Ai-chan bodyguard squad were able to operate almost at the same level with Juugoâs party and Shinji and others who were already fighting at the front line since the very beginning were because since Hajime and others departed from the capital, they encouraged their heart thinking that at this rate they would be no good and so they performed extra hard training since then.
Other than them, there were also the other students whose heart had been completely broken, even though they were unable to go as far as fighting directly, but with their abilities that had been heightened they were launching support magic from the rear, performing healing magic, using rifle or magic to add in laying out barrage, and so on. They too were desperately backing up the otherâs battle.
Every one of them had their broken heart to be lit up once more by Hajimeâs speech at the devil king castle. If Hajimeâs speech at that time were merely words, then the moment an apostle appeared before their eyes their heart would surely break again because it was only supported by paper thin words. However, everyone of them had seen Hajime.
He lost one of his arms and one of his eyes, what he had gone through even changed the color of his hair, he was in a tattered state and even his beloved lover was taken away. The wailing that he raised because of his loverâs disappearance was something that caused them to feel pain in their heart. Even so, at the end he stood back up and proclaimed that he would crush everything and take her lover back. That appearance of him at that time was too powerful, burning their soul that were smoke-stained all this time.
It wasnât for the sake of the world or anything like that. It was merely a wish for returning home. A wish of not wanting to let their friend died. In order to grant just that much wish, they had to fight with everything they had leaving nothing to spare, finally they were convinced of that and they mustered their courage.
For the front line group, this support that they received came from a group who even though their heart was once smoke stained but they were still a group of cheat holder from another world.
As expected, even though the enemy was the apostles but with their specs lowered, taking on the classmate group who had been strengthened put them at disadvantage. Seeing the apostles being exterminated one after another, the allied force soldiers at the area raised their acclamation.
But, at that time, one of the apostles that broke through the front line rapidly approached one of the girl student.
âHih!?â
The female student reflexively screamed.
But, at the next moment, the fear of death changed into shock.
The head of the apostle flew up with a plop, the body that lost its strength slid in vain beside the girl student.
Furthermore the apostles who were trying to surround the front line group had their necks reaped up in turn from the outside and their lives expired instantly. Regardless when they moved their gaze over there, other than the corpses of the headless apostles, there was nothing and no one there.
One of the apostles turned her gaze around at the surrounding with a grim gaze toward this obviously strange situation.
âKuh, just where in the world the attack came fro-â
âRight in front of you here! ********!â
The apostle was startled that her murmur was replied right from the front and her gaze returned forward. In her eyes, the shadow of a kodachi being sucked toward her neck was reflected. And then that became the last view of that apostle.
Cutting down the apostles who had the figure of a human female was a really great burden mentally. What became salvation was that all the apostles had the same appearances, their cold figure where no emotion could be felt made anyone that saw them felt that they were like a puppet.
Coupled with the miserableness of having a shadow so thin that made even the worst enemy to show expression of âEh? He is actually there!?â, the young man with the vocation of âAssassinâââEndo Kousuke was earning kill point that was the highest among his classmates while half giving in to despair.
âAs expected from you, Kousuke-! I donât know where you are though!â
âAawesome, Kousuke! Though I donât know where you are!â
âEndo-kun do your beeest! Though I cannot see your figure doing your best!â
âEh, ah, I see, Endo-kun is also fighting! Thanks for helping âkay!â
With a drop, something shining fell from Kousukeâs eyes. It appeared there was a rain falling down. If he said it was raining then it was raining.
There, âUfufuâ a voice that was slightly filled with bewitching tone resounded.
Kousuke who slipped inside a crowd peeking for an opening made by apostle felt something chilly in his spine before he turned his gaze over there. What he found there was a woman from rabbit race, she was giving a glance at Kousuke.
âYou, your presence management is really skilled. Perhaps even I am no match against that.â
âHe, ah, is that, so?â
The rabbit ear female smiled widely toward the perplexed Endo. Kousukeâs cheek unconsciously turned red from seeing that smile. In the first place, the rabbit race who was the greatest popularity as treasured slave in general had well-arranged face and figure. The female who was talking at Kousuke right now was also an amazing beauty.
Having such a beauty, added with her lovely rabbit ears on her head smiling at him, the virgin young man with the history of having no girlfriend was equal with his age had his heartbeat increasing without stopping. Although there was also the fact that he was feeling stimulation from being in a battlefield right now.
But, that violent throbbing in his chest that felt similar from heart fluttering was immediately supplanted by a cramping face.
âMy name is Ranainferna Hauria of Rapid Shadow. I rushed like a gale, sneak up like a shadow, and presented a single lethal attack, one of the stealthy hand of Hauria race!â
â...I, is that so.â
âBut, when I saw you, I became embarrassed to introduce myself with that nickname. Thatâs why, itâs vexing but Iâll hand over the nickname of âRapid Shadowâ to you. Your name?â
â...Endo, Kousuke.â
Kousuke was unable to say that what was embarrassing was actually introducing oneâs own nickname. If he was asked âdo you like a beautiful Onee-san?â, then Kousukeâs answer was decided already.
âThen, from today you are âRapid Shadowâ...no, you have surpassed me so...you can introduce yourself as âKousuke E Abyssgate of Rapid Fang Shadow Clawâ then! Itâs vexing for me though!â
âWell then, so that both of us wonât die, letâs reap the enemyâs neck with our allâĒ See you! Kousuke E Abyssgate of Rapid Fang Shadow Claw!â
â...â
Kousuke already wanted very much to give a retort like âhow can you say something like âletâs reap their neckâĒâ with such a lovely smileâ or âjust where did this abyssgate something came fromâ, but the most shocking thing for Kousuke was that Rana had discovered him when he already even used his skill to kill his presence. She had discovered him.
And then,
ââDo you like beautiful Onee-san, with rabbit ears on their head?
âKousuke E Abyssgate of Rapid Fang Shadow Claw, has arrived!â
It seemed that a love that budded in battlefield really existed.
The claw and fangs of Kousuke began to become even more well-executed, it was to the degree that anyone who knew him might suspect that he had received some kind of other strengthening. He went on to take the head of all the apostles. (TN: Here the writing of Kousukeâs name changed, from the normal kanji of Kousuke into the katakana of Kousuke E Abyssgate)
On the other hand, nearby such classmates there was one other person who was making a strikingly great contribution. It was Aiko.
At the rear, she kept glancing at âYou Can Do It-, Agitator! Compilation of Lovely Speech Learned Case by Caseâ that was handwritten by Hajime while in a certain interval she encouraged the allied force so that their moral wouldnât plummet using words that the classmates felt like they had heard from somewhere. She was also raising her voice for the sake of her own battle.
âI command in the name of Hatayama Aiko! O transient life, stand up once more and destroy the enemy!â
Right after she said that, several of the apostles that should have been defeated already were standing up in a swaying motion. And then, they attacked the apostles who were supposed to be their ally with a force that looked as though they had recovered their original unrestrained spec.
That was the effect of Aikoâs soul magic. She reproduced a pseudo-soul from her own soul and manipulated it to possess the flesh of the apostles. This magic combined âSoul Reproductionâ that created a transient soul and âNecromancyâ of darkness magic.
Aiko whose vocation as âFarming Masterâ was the only non-combat vocation among the classmates if Hajime was excluded, became aware of her own powerlessness, since Hajime departed on his journey she became strongly conscious of looking for a way of fighting for the sake of protecting her students.
There she thought hard of how to make use of the soul magic that was her only advantage, and the result that she reached was this magic. It was really ironic that what gave her the hint was the betrayer Eriâs necromancy and soul bind, the aspect where this magic was making use of corpses also caused a fierce conflict in her heart, still Aiko took the plunge in developing this magic.
That time at the sky above the God Mountain, she had already stopped staying at a clean place while only making her students dirtying their hand.
Besides,
âUntil he return, we absolutely wonât lose-!â
Yes, for the sake of the man who she gave her heart to despite understanding that such relationship must not happen, she absolutely wouldnât lose. Because she wanted to meet him, one more time.
âAhahah, good grief Ai-chan, her motivation of hiding it already dropped to zero isnât it?â
âIf Ai-chan mentioned âheâ, then there is also one person it can possibly be isnât it.â
Sonobe Yuuka and Miyazaki Nana grinned a bit at each other while glancing at Aiko.
âNagumo-kun is seriously a demon king. It should be impossible to even make oneâs own teacher to fall for her student.â
âThere are also several girls in class that look like they fell already...a real harem is formed right in front of our eyes, what a sight. Well, exactly because of that they can think of something like âme tooâ though.â
âNormally just by looking at his relation with that child named Yue, anyone would draw back already. Like, when you see a girl that is too earnest toward a boy, you will give up then, something like that. I wonder if this is also the attraction of the demon king. We too have to be careful, if not we are going to get charmed inadvertently too.â
âIsnât that rightttâ
This time the two of them smiled wryly. And then, they looked up to the sky together.
There, they could see the figure of their female classmate who had earned the most kill point in this battlefield. She rushed through the sky freely, using two large swords, or black silver flash, or black silver feathers, or magic, she used them all depending on the situation to overwhelm the apostles.
Four jet black wings mixed with silver radiance spread on her back and dress armor with black tone covering her body. Her hair that was fluttering from the caressing of wind was also black. That figure with an appearance that was worthy as a fallen angel which was slaughtering the apostles who looked like angel, no matter how anyone looked at it that person should be called as a general of a demon king.
Despite so, the angel side was the force that was trying to devastate the mankind, and the fallen angel one was the force trying to protect the mankind, it was really an ironic story.
That rampaging fallen angel which was Kaori was clad in silver black light while moving with a speed that left afterimages trailing behind, right now she was cutting down one more apostle.
Two apostles who aimed at that moment swung their large sword horizontally. Kaori blocked those using her twin large swords and black silver wings and then she rotated with fierce momentum. Immediately the two apostles were repelled away and their lives came to an end when black silver feathers pierced their forehead without delay.
Just how many apostles had she slaughtered with the addition of those two Kaori wondered.
âThere is no end to this...â
Kaori complained like that unconsciously.
âThen, give up and fall.â
The one who replied was an apostle. When Kaori noticed, she was completely surrounded in a sphere shape, she was literally buried from all directions without any opening left.
And then, at the next moment silver flashes were fired. The apostles ignored the possibility of friendly fire against their compatriots in front of them and fired simultaneously without any reservation or mercy, they all aimed at the center of the formed sphere encirclement and fired.
However, Kaori was unshaken.
âI donât know any words like giving up you know?â
Kaori made such frivolous talk before attempted to make a breakthrough from the front in a straight line. She used her twin swords as a shield and charged to the torrent of light.
The apostle whose gaze met Kaoriâs was convinced that Kaori would break through and she readied her twin large swords.
Right after that, Kaori whose whole body was smoking came through, regardless of her state the glint of her eyes didnât weaken even by a little bit and she approached the apostle rapidly with fierce momentum. And then, she shot out black silver feathers, aiming accurately at spots like shoulder or ankle in a dirty method.
Similarly the apostle fired her silver feathers in the attempt to offset the attack. However at that moment chain of light stretched out from below her feet and constricted the apostleâs movement for an instant.
The restrain was immediately disintegrated and dispersed, but that was enough. The black silver feathers caught the body of the apostle and broke her posture greatly. Kaori arrived at that timing. She drew back the large sword on her hand to the limit, and in an instant, she dealt a stab in god speed.
The sound of fellow large swords scraping at each other resounded, but in the end Kaori also had the momentum of her charge which the apostle was unable to neutralize, like that she was then skewered by Kaoriâs large sword.
But, it seemed that it was still within the apostleâs expectation. The handle of the skewered swordââthe hand of Kaori that grasped there was gripped tightly and the apostle restricted Kaoriâs movement.
There silver feathers rushed in.
The attack intended to bury the apostle together with Kaori.
âEven though she is your comrade but you all treat her too lightly.â
Kaori who whispered that while making an exasperated expression prioritized at giving the finishing blow to the apostle before her eyes without feeling concern against the rushing silver feathers.
The eyes of the apostle opened wide slightly.
Although currently their specs were limited, but their disintegration ability was still working in full. Because Kaori had the same flesh with the apostles she would be able to resist the disintegration if she activated the same ability, but even so she would still be overwhelmed by the amount of attack and bore damage to the degree that couldnât be ignored. Kaori herself should also understand that. Despite so, just why...that was what the apostle pondered.
Right after that, the body of the apostle was bisected by Kaoriâs sword, almost at the same time Kaori was swallowed by many silver feathers.
âShe is supposedly able to trace our experience but...after all she is just an imitation in the first place. What a foolish act.â
The words that one of the apostles who fired the silver feathers whispered were immediately replied to.
The eyes of the apostle narrowed quietly from hearing that voice which didnât sound uneasy or agitated at all.
Ahead of the apostle gaze, she could see the figure of a wounded Kaori at the spot where the silver feathers were fired at.
As expected, she could be damaged but she was merely putting up a brave front. The apostle who made that judgment deployed innumerable silver feathers to deal the finishing blow wordlessly. The other apostles were also deploying their feathers at the same time, so Kaori who was at the center of the attacks looked like she was drowning in a sea of stars.
But, just before those silver feathers could be fired the apostles reflexively stopped their movement completely.
The reason was because the wounds of Kaori were healed in the blink of eye before their gaze. With speed and vividness that resembled Yueâs âAutomatic Regenerationâ, even the wounds that were pierced by a silver feather or the gaping open hole returned to their former unblemished state, not only that even her clothing returned to as good as new.
The apostles couldnât see her using magic. Apostle body also wasnât provided with a function of automatic regeneration.
The bewildered apostles gazed fixedly at Kaoriââand they noticed, behind the forelock that was swept by the wind, on Kaoriâs forehead, there was a cross crest shining silver black that was carved there.
âThat is...â
ââHoly Crest of the Fallenâââthis is my magic. I used this before the opening of the battle. Itâs not as great as Yueâs regeneration, however even if Iâm wounded it will activate by itself and heal me, really a convenient magic.â
Metamorphosis and regeneration composite magic âHoly Crest of the Fallenâââby carving a cross that shouldered the role of a magic circle on a part of the body, this magic would activate regeneration magic in a prescribed time. This magic could even be called as a powerful version of auto-regen. Furthermore, by using metamorphosis magic the holy crest that was like a tattoo could be erased.
â...However, if we continue to fire saturation attack, sooner or later the damage should surpass the healing. Your magic power is also not unlimited.â
Hearing Kaoriâs words, an apostle intentionally said out words to pull herself together. It was unclear whether the apostle was trying to persuade herself with those words or if she was seriously thinking so...
Kaori made a fearless smile. It was a provocative smile that was something Kaori from before would never make by any means. The influence that she received from a demon king somewhere or his wife was keenly conveyed through that action.
âYou have two misunderstandings there.â
â...What?â
Kaoriâs atmosphere made the apostle asked back with her greatest possible vigilance.
Toward such apostle, Kaori prepared her twin swords and spread her two pairs of wings widely while leaking out her words in a small volume.
âFirstâââ
âââ!?â
At the next moment, Kaoriâs figure vanished and appeared right behind the apostle. She was in the stance of swinging out her sword.
âIf I will it, then I am able to avoid any kind of saturation attack.â
âTo, too, fastâââ
While the other apostles surrounding them were bewildered, the apostle who Kaori conversed with until just now was gazing in astonishment with half her body sliding down diagonally and blood spraying everywhere.
Kaori swept her large sword to shake off the clotted blood, the apostles who witnessed that returned to their senses and fired simultaneously.
But,
ââââGod Speedâ.â
Kaoriâs figure had already gone by the time they fired, at the next instant two apostles were bisected and fell toward the ground.
Even when the apostles moved their gaze to that spot in shock, just as expected Kaoriâs figure was already gone by the time they looked, and another apostle at a different place was bisected again.
âSpa, space teleportation?â
One apostle raised a questioning voice. But, right after that, she felt the wind gently stroking her body and a diagonal split appeared in her field of vision. Like that her consciousness fell into darkness then.
âNo way thatâs true. I am not in possession of space magic just so you know. This is merely me moving at high speed.â
âNonsense-. Something like a speed that we cannot detect is just-â
âI can produce such speed. More accurately I am merely shortening the time though?â
Saying that, the apostle who talked with a shrill voice from shock was instantly cut apart by Kaori.
Regeneration magic âGod Speedâââa magic that shortened the time affecting every single event. If the time for an attack to reach an opponent was shortened then it would become a god speed attack, if the time for traveling was shortened then it would be possible to move with a speed that could be mistaken as teleportation.
If the root of regeneration magic was traced back then it was a magic that interfered with time. It was merely that the usefulness of this magic stopped at âregenerationâ as the limit if used on the human body. Since Kaori obtained this magic from Meljine, she had trained in it all this time until now. It was the first age of god magic that she obtained and something that fitted her perfectly who had the role as healer, so her attachment to this magic was also especially all the more.
As the result, just like her success in creating the hour crystal, Kaori also became able to directly interfere with time although within a limit, her possession of the body of an apostle was also a factor in her mastery of this magic.
Of course there was also demerit, this magic consumed a vast amount of magic power for every single use. That was the reason why Kaori didnât immediately use it right after the battle started...
Seeing her brethren got exterminated one after another by an overwhelming speed that they were powerless to do anything against, an apostle changed the aim of her argument. Perhaps it was also her scheme to make Kaori got agitated even just by a little.
âIndeed, you are strong. As to be expected from someone who serves that irregular. However, a war is not something that can be influenced by an individual.â
âWhat do you want to say?â
âLook at the surface. Even while you are facing all of us, the people are dying continuously. It seems there are also places that are putting a good fight, but in the end they are humans after all. They cannot avoid the accumulation of fatigue and damage. Before long they too will be reduced into mere corpses.â
âWe are still arriving here from the Holy Precincts you know? There is nothing that you can protect. Everything, is just a pointless struggle.â
Kaori stopped moving and looked back at the talking apostle quietly. And then, she gently smiled at the apostle who was pointing the point of her sword at her while proclaiming mankindâs death and opened her mouth.
âYour second misunderstanding. Something like the amount of damage, or something like the amount of magic power...just who are you saying that to?â
âWhat are...â
âEven if my body has changed, I am âShirasaki Kaoriâ. I possess the vocation âHealing Masterâ, and I am the âhealerâ of the demon king(Hajime-kun)âs party you know?â
Saying that, Kaori held her large sword in reverse grip and pointed the tip to the surface. That sword which had been added with improvement by Hajime so that Kaori could go all out in exhibiting her ability as âHealing Masterâ shined brilliantly in black silver color.
And then,
ââââMighty Breath of Heaven Turningâ.â
Right after that, a single black silver drop fell toward the ground from the tip of the large sword.
with light exploding from it that spread a ripple of black silver through the whole battlefield. Two layers, three layers, the black silver waves surged above the allied force.
Then, at the next moment a soldier of the allied force that should have died already opened his eyes with a snap. And then he raised his body with a bewildered look and touched all over his chest that should have been slashed open, when he realized there was no injury there he tilted his head further.
There were also others, people who were gouged out by silver feathers or killed by elemental magic woke up one after another. And then when they understood that their body was somehow alive with their wound healed, they immediately stood up and rushed forward in order to assist their comrades who were fighting the apostles.
Not only the people who had died, naturally even the people who were still alive but got wounded were also healed in the blink of eye.
âWha-, they are revived-!?â
From above, the apostle who confirmed that situation exposed her shock as though the claim of the apostles that they were emotionless was just a lie.
Soul and regeneration composite magic âMighty Breath of Heaven Turningâââthis magic picked out which were the allies using soul magic and carried out convergence-fixing-attachment of the souls that were in the process of dispersing, moreover it performed healing using regeneration magic. As expected, in the case where the corpse didnât maintain their original shape like being bisected until the body become in pieces or the head was gone, or the time of death had gone past ten minutes, the effect of this magic wouldnât work on the corpse that was in those states, but other than those cases all the allies inside the radius of four kilometers with the black silver drop as the center would have revival and healing performed on them by this army use recovery magic.
Even with just those properties, this magic was already like a joke. However, the show of Kaoriâs true ability didnât stop just there.
Different from the large sword that was held in reverse grip its tip pointing below, the other large sword was held in front of Kaoriâs chest with its tip pointed straight above. And then, along with that proclamation, the readied large sword became clad in silver black radiance.
It was like a black hole that swallowed the galaxy, and it exhibited a result that didnât contradict that appearance.
âts, this is, my strength is leaving-â
Even though they were already had their specs shaved off by the choir right now, but right now when they felt that their strength was shaved off even further the apostles showed their agitation.
Looking carefully, radiant lights were leaking out from all the apostles in the range of several hundred meters around Kaori, and then those lights converged toward the large sword Kaori held like a meteor shower.
And then, right after the lights were absorbed by the large sword, magic power was overflowing from Kaoriâs body. Not only her consumed magic power recovered, it even looked that the magic power she possessed grew a lot more. Not only that, through the tip of the large sword facing the ground, a silver black drop fell to the ground once more.
Silver black ripples were spreading below once more like before. And the result, the movement of the allied force soldiers was obviously becoming better. The sharpness and power of their movement, and also their reaction speed were increasing.
âI just stole the strength of all of you.â
âSuch thing...â
âItâs possible as you can see. I am a healing master. Transferring magic power to other people is also our role. Though it takes a bit of time to seize the magic power of you all.â
Saying that was easy but to actually do it was another matter altogether.
Soul and light element composite magic âDivine Binding of Layered Usurpationâââthis composite magic designated its target using soul magic, and then it used sublimation magic to light element magic âDivine Transferâ in order to transfer magic power to other people. It plundered the magic power of the seized opponent forcefully to recover oneâs own magic power, and then that magic could also be reused for things like allyâs strengthening and so on.
Of course, normally even using sublimation magic stealing magic power from apostle without even touching them was impossible. What was helping Kaori in using this magic was the twin large swords her hands were holding.
ââDemon Sword of Circle Calamity Anima Erunte
ââHoly Sword of Gospel Bel Rexion
The demon sword plundered the power of the opponent and turned it into its food, while the holy sword made that power into unlimited power to share with the ally. These two swords exhibited their maximum strength when they were used together, a demon sword and a holy sword that exclusively assisted Kaori in her use of âMighty Breath of Heaven Turningâ and âDivine Binding of Layered Usurpationâ.
â...Even so, even so, all of you cannot win. We the apostles are infinite. No matter how many little tricks you all play, no matter how much you all struggle, in the end only the destiny of ruin awaits you all. Because that is the great will of the god.â
âHuman wonât perish. Surely it will be the same result no matter what kind of world it is. Just like how a boy without any considerable strength crawled up from the bottom of the abyss by himself, even when human is swallowed by difficulty, they will surely find out their path to survival. You see, human just doesnât know how to perish. As long as there is just one person who wishes to live, wishing to protect someone, their determination will force something like a mere âdestinyâ to yield.â
The gaze of the apostle and Kaori crossed.
â...Then, please show me the proof of that.â
With those words as the signal, the fierce battle was restarted once more.
The apostles attacked Kaori in a group, and Kaori exterminated them who attacked her.
If she saw the allied force became exhausted she would heal them, in a certain interval she would perform revival. When her magic power decreased she would steal from the apostles, sometimes she would carry out support bombing toward the surface.
At the other places too, the dragon race people were holding back the apostles with fierce efforts, on the surface too every single person were continuing to fight to the death.
It was unclear just how much time had passed.
Even the shadow of the sun had already gone from the reddish black world, the people was gradually losing their sensation of time. If they didnât have Kaoriâs healing magic, perhaps the allied force would collapse already since a long time ago. That was just how endless the force of the apostle was.
Even so the allied force soldiers believed that Hajime, the âSword of Goddessâ who stepped into the Holy Precincts would bring an end to this for them, with that belief they mustered their willpower. There was already a lot of soldiers who met their end because the revival didnât make it in time.
Gradually the sensation of being pushed back by the violence of number began to rule over the allied force.
But, at that time, suddenly one soldier who looked up at the sky above God Mountain whispered with small volume.
âOi, what the hell is that...â
Ahead of that soldierâs gaze, there was the scene of the miasma reaching toward the surface with an obviously growing momentum.
Right after that, the muddy miasma overflowing from the crack of space increased in force all of a sudden.
And then, the miasma fell and covered all over the surface of the collapsed God Mountain, without stopping the miasma flowed and headed toward the fortress. Ahead of the miasma there was the capital, it passed through and touched the grass plain in front of the fortress. Just like the dust cloud that was produced when God Mountain crumbled, the black miasma approached them with a terrific force like an avalanche.
Reddish black lights were materialized in succession inside that miasma. Right after that, a great number of roar rose and countless monsters leaped out from inside the miasma. It seemed that it was the second wave of the monster army.
Furthermore, several thousand apostles also flew out all at once from the crack in space.
âOi oi, a battle force augmentation after this far. Bring it on...this is a time to say something like that but...this is really bad huh.â
With a body that was dyed bright red from the blood spurt of the enemy, Gahardâs expression turned like someone who just had bitten a bitter bug. Not to mention the other soldiers, their expression were turning into despair.
Even though it was already absolutely the limit facing the apostles who were assaulting them without any pause, but after this long, tens of thousands of monsters swarm and several thousands of apostles were coming againââperhaps this deadlocked state would crumble for the worse like this.
âFirst and second division, concentrate at the front! Donât let the monsters ride the momentum and charge into melee battle-! Stop them in place-!â
A formation was immediately formed by Gahardâs command.
The earthquake was spreading, the air was rumbling. The sound of the monsters charge and the roarsâ shockwave were getting closer.
Looking at the overflowing large swarm of monsters while taking along an avalanche of enormous miasma behind them, damp sweating was flowing all over Gahardâs body. The dragons and Kaori were also held back in place by the similarly overflowing apostles. The cheat group from another world was also having their hands full with protecting the choir squad.
The distance was approximately one kilometer.
The expressions of the allied force soldiers were convulsing from the excessive pressure.
Perhaps this is hopeless. Unintentionally anyone was giving off that atmosphere. It was at that moment,
The ground vanished. Along with the monsters.
ââââKalpa of DestructionââââKalpa of Destructionâ.â
A voice of a woman resounded thrice. That voice resounded with clarity even at the battlefield which was filled to the brim with noises.
But, rather than that voice, Gahard and others were shocked even more by the spectacle happening before their eyes.
The leading pack of the advancing monsters was completely vanishing into the bottom of the earth altogether. They were unable to even raise the scream of death agony.
Right after that, the voice that excessively reverberated and excessively irritated the listeners, the cause of this phenomenon showed her appearance sluggishly from a gate that opened at the plain in front of the allied force.
âYahooooâ Appearing when the situation is in a pinch, the world idol, Miledy-chan has arrived-! Ahahaaa, isnât this the greatest timiiing! Just-as-ex-pec-ted, meâĒ A woman that can read the mood! Everyone of the allianceee, falling in love with me is-no-good-yâknowâĄâ
What appeared was a giant golem, and a really tiny humanoid wearing a smiley mask, clad in a milky white robe riding on its shoulder. Miledyâs appearance that looked like she was screwing around a lot was taking a pose that felt like âKyarurunââ toward the allied force army from the giant golemâs shoulder while making âtehehe-peroâ expression. The smiley face mask was somehow looking like that by some unknown mechanism. (TN: Tehehe pero. Imagine winking while chuckling tehehe and the personâs tongue sticking out.)
Including Gahardâs, the time of the allied force army was stopped.
Everyone without exception was having a genuine confusion of âJust what in the world is thatâ while at the same time their expression was turning into an indescribable irritation.
There an explanation came from Liliana toward the allied force. According to her, this person was a helper that Hajime and others called for, putting aside her annoying speech and conduct, this person was really quite useful. It was unknown what she had been doing until now, but she finally arrived right now, something like that.
âGeeezzz, everyone, what a tough crowd all of youuuuu. âPerhaps this is hopelessâ...you all seemed to act pointlessly serious like that so I tried to enliven this placeee. Yet now you all are making Miledy-chanâs good will to go to wasteee, hmph hmph, Miledy-chan is extremely angry here!â
The irritation gauge of Gahard and everyone else almost exploded with that.
But, even while acting screwing off like that, Miledy pointed one of her hands at the approaching miasma behind and said a word.
The star of catastrophe created above the miasma immediately began to swallow the miasma with outrageous force. There was also the figures of monsters that were mixed inside the miasma there.
âGeeez-, daring to be a nuisance of Miledy-chan is something uuuunforgivable! Punishment timeee. âââDemolish Yokeâ.â
The gap between her screwing around voice and her chanting voice was absurd.
A voice of absolute zero resounded only in that instant of chanting.
The result from that was different from before, the feet of the monsters left the ground all at once and they flew beyond the sky with a preposterous momentum. Gravity was the resultant force from gravitational pull and centrifugal force. Therefore, those who had their gravitational pull severed would be flown away to the beyond.
The ten of thousand monsters were curbstomped by a lone person while helpless to do anything. Even the monsters who escaped the range of the large scale magic were exterminated by the rushing giant golems and knight golems one after another before the monsters could reach the allied force.
The allied force didnât know that this person was one of the âliberatorâ, but even so they greatly comprehended that this was a helper that Hajime relied on. That this person was similarly a monster class character.
The advance of the monster of the ground was managed by Miledy and her golems, and then the monsters who broke through that was somehow managed by the allied force, like that relieve was slightly spreading among the soldiers.
But, that relieve was immediately crumbling right after.
The apostles who overflowed from the crack in space before this gathered into a single cluster. Their number was approximately a thousand.
The thousand apostle that formed their ranks like a single spear completely ignored the attack of Kaori or the dragons and began to descend in a straight line.
Naturally, anti-air artillery was also fired from the surface, but even while the apostles were falling one after another like scattered flowers, they relied on their number and kept advancing without hesitation. ...They were heading toward the choir.
âtsk, I wonât let you-!â
{All hands, stop that apostle swarm-!}
With desperate look Kaori and Adol exerted all their strength to crush the large spear made from apostles.
Several hundred apostles were blown away in their descend to the ground, but even so the swarm of apostles that completely became a single cluster couldnât be broken up completely...
âNo good-, run awaaay!â
Kaori who was unable to oppose that pressure raised a scream while getting blown away.
Right after that, the large spear of apostles was emitting silver radiance like a divine spear that was thrown by god while stabbing at the barrier of the choir squad.
And then, before the people in the area could do something about the divine spear, cracks were spreading on the barrier that was protecting the choir squad...finally, the barrier was completely pulverized along with a thunderous sound.
The powerless members of the choir squad were vainly scattered to death before that tremendous might.
At this moment, the wedge that bound the apostles was broken.
The apostles of god exerted their ability in full.
Bloody wind was sweeping over the battlefield. Here and there silver lights were bursting up, the allied force soldiers that were making their resistance in those areas were instantly turned into a lump of meat in an instant. Their heroic war cry was turning into a mere scream.
âThis is only a stopgap measure butâââDemolish Yokeâ.â
Miledy was maintaining the picture of hell behind her while exercising the magic that cut loose the target from gravity toward the battlefield. The targets were easy to understand. The conspicuous silver magic power. She was only selecting those as her target.
Right after that, the apostles were simultaneously blown away to the sky. They were spinning while pulled until the distance of a kilometer from the ground instantly.
But, for the apostles in the strengthened state who had recovered their specs, this magic was really nothing but a temporary measure against them. They immediately fixed their posture. There the apostles who turned into the divine spear gathered. They didnât stop there. As though to invite despair for mankind, a great number of apostles were coming out further from the crack in space.
The reddish black sky was filled to the brim with apostles to the degree that they could be mistaken as stars in the sky. And then, the apostles of god, as though to declare that fighting bit by bit was troublesome already, it even seemed to say that right now they would forget all the humiliation of the apostles of god being killed, they would merely rely on the overwhelming violence of number and began to focus their silver magic power.
The protection by the great barrier was already gone. The anti-air artillery and sniping attacks were shooting down the apostles with certainty. The dragons and Kaori were also exterminating the apostles who werenât moving because of their concentration in focusing their magic power and they were falling like flies from the sky.
However, the apostles didnât pay them any heed. They abandoned their dignity, they didnât give any care of the damage done to them, they were merely focusing a light of destruction for the sake of destroying the mankind. No matter how many of them were killed and killed, the apostlesâ number were replenished one after another, their number that was focusing their magic power was just too many that the rate of the allied force annihilating the apostles couldnât catch up.
Right now, if the silver sun was fired, the result wouldnât end with merely tremendous damage toward the allied force. The result that arrived would be âthe defeat of mankindâ.
âI wonât let you, absolutely-!â
Kaori glared at the sky with a gaze filled with determination while lifting both her hands above. In anticipation of this situation, the crystals that were placed in certain places on this battlefield reacted to Kaoriâs will. Those lights connected to each other with lines of light and formed a single enormous magic circle.
ââKaoriâs exclusive use Large scale protection barrier stone âShutzengelâ
This artifact assisted the barrier magic of Kaori who wasnât a barrier master to deploy a large-scale barrier that was even more powerful than the great barrier using an enormous magic circle that covered the whole battlefield.
âPerish.â
ââââIndomitable Holy Severanceââ!!â
When the silver sun was fired, a super large scale protection wall covering the allied force was deployed at the same time.
The silver spear and the black silver barrier collided.
Thunderous roar.
Flash.
The world was filled with those two things.
âGuh, UuuUUUUUaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!â
Kaoriâs scream burst out.
The impact felt like she was stopping a comet in its track, the pressure felt like it was crushing her. Her black silver wings were flickering, her altitude was gradually dropping.
The black silver barrier was Holy Severance that was enchanted with disintegration ability. Therefore it neutralized the apostlesâ disintegration ability and changed the attackâs nature into mere bombardment. But, even so it was a full power bombardment formed from several thousand apostles, it caused cracks to form on Kaoriâs barrier by pure might. Kaori was resisting that using regeneration magic that instantly restored the barrier.
Her magic power was flowing out from here in the blink of eye.
Kaori gritted her teeth while maintaining her altitude and the barrier desperately.
The apostles didnât circle behind the barrier to attack from the rear, perhaps it was because of their minimum dignity as apostles of god, they were merely adding to the silver bombardment continuously to smash the resistance from the front.
{All hands, deploy barrier! Donât let that girl shouldering this alone-!}
Adolâs angry voice roared. The dragons gathering behind Kaori laid out their barriers one after another to layer with Kaoriâs.
âThis should lighten up the burden more or less. âââCalamity Skyâ.â
Miledyâs gravity magic created gravity spheres around the part of the barrier that was directly impacted and weakened the bombardment by scattering its might.
Other than them the people on the surface that could use barrier magicââwith Liliana and the classmates in the lead, all of them deployed their barrier and supported Kaori. The people who couldnât use barrier magic were also desperately supporting Kaori by using another effect of âShutzengelâ, the effect of transferring the magic power of the soldiers to Kaori, in that way they were sending their magic power to help.
A few second passed, or perhaps it had been several minutes.
The world of thunderous roar and flash that felt like an eternity finally announced its end.
At the same time the barriers were also dispersing.
âHaa haa, we, endured...â
Kaori who had endured through the disintegration bombardment of several thousand apostles were breathing heavily.
Her complexion was obviously looking exhausted. The dragons at her surrounding were also the same. Liliana and others and also the allied force soldiers on the ground who had mustered their magic power were also in similar state. The expression of everyone was turning grim.
Even so they had pulled through. Thinking that Kaori was smiling while she was going to activate âDivine Binding of Layered Usurpationâ...
A silver sun was illuminating the world once more.
âWe the apostles of god are infiniteââhadnât we said that?â
Not only their number, their magic power was also infinite. The glaring apostles were whispering so while creating a new silver sun.
Kaoriâs magic power recovery wouldnât make it in time.
She wouldnât be able to endure if they were attacked one more time by that.
Not only Kaori, all people of the allied force who looked up at the sky also realized that.
Despair,
Resignation,
Were filling the heart of them all.
The silver sun was falling down from the sky. It was the end...everyone thought like that.
But...
Kaori quietly lifted both her hands with her breathing still ragged. Her strong gaze that didnât show anything like even a spec of resignation was staring still at the light of direction directly, a fire was burning in her soul, she scraped up even the fragments of magic power still clinging somewhere inside herââ
She didnât abandon her will to fight.
She didnât give up.
It was unclear just how many people among the soldiers of the allied force could see her figure. If they could see her, then surely they would shed their tears from that noble and beautiful appearance without any doubt. Just like Adol and others whose heart was stolen by seeing that gallant figure from right beside her.
âEven just a second longer is fine. We are going to survive!â
If they could only just survive a second longer, at that time, perhaps that person that she loved the most would bring the end to all of this.
No, surely he would end all of this.
She believed that.
That was why, even at the verge of death, even just for a fragment of a second she wouldnât give up!
The whole world was dyed silver.
The barrier that she could deploy looked so frail like a toy.
But, for a second.
At the next moment,
â...Fufu-, see, just as I thought!â
Kaori made an expression that was enchanted from affection and unequaled trust. Ahead of her gaze, there was the scene of the silver light dispersing with a puff and the swarm of apostles slumping powerlessly.
Right after that, like a marionette that had its controlling string cut, the apostles stared at nothing with lightless gaze and they were falling to the ground like flies.
{This is, no, wait, what in the world is that...donât tell me, is that Holy Precincts?}
Even while feeling bewildered from seeing the falling apostles, Adolâs voice was caught from an even stranger situation.
Ahead of his gaze, there, space itself was shaking, the sky was in an abnormal state where various sceneries which were projected like video recording were appearing and disappearing. It was as though there were several different worlds at the sky above, the sky looked like it was going to crumble and fall off anytime now.
That situation was like the prelude of the world crumbling, furthermore the atmosphere was starting to rumble which spurred on that bad imagination even more.
âHajime-kun, Yue, everyone...â
Kaori too felt deeply moved only for a brief time, her expression immediately changed into a worried one. Looking closer the crack of space was also trembling, it looked like that it might vanish anytime.
With her state that had run dry of magic power, Kaori flapped her silver black wings to head toward the trembling space while maintaining her consciousness that was going to sink into darkness even now.
There was a person who caught her shoulder tightly.
âLeave them to me. To the one loved by everyone through many months and years, this Miledy-chan, âkayââ
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Before, Den had a three-meter-tall and swelled-out body, and also smaller legs compared to his long arms; a typical Ogrish body, if you will.
However, the one standing before me now still had the height but looked slim, and even his legs appeared to have grown longer.
Thanks to that, his monster-like appearance had been mitigated, and simply looked like a giant man that had grown even bigger.
Moreover, his previously bent back posture had now become straight, and his bald head had started to grow hair. His giant mouth used to look terrifying, but now, the rest of his appearance simply made it look stern, not even a trace of the fearfulness remaining.
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âWhat? It is I, Den, at your service, Mâlady Nicole.â
âMy my, this is quite a change. Could there be a ley line here as well?â
âLike hell there is!â
I used this place for years in my previous life. If it was such an abnormal location, it would have affected my body too. In other words, there couldnât possibly be a ley line here.
âOh, Lord Maxwell is here too. It pleases me to see you in good health.â
âHow polite. I am also pleased to see you healthy.â
âIt is all thanks to your assistance. This is all due to Lord Maxwell and Lady Nicoleâs benevolence.â
âI must say, this is quite a shocking growth on your part.â
Den greeted Maxwell politely, with even more refined speech than mine, while the latter also responded back as if there was nothing strange, making me snap without thinking.
In the first place, some ley line couldnât have contributed to his education. Which would mean, there was someone who had educated him...
âWhat the, I wondered why it was noisy. Turns out it was you lot.â
The one who I considered to be the primary suspect came through the entrance with that casual remark. Needless to say, it was Aste.
âWere you...?â
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âWere you the one who did this to Den!?â
âOh, that? Yes, well, he seemed to have a better memory than I imagined. I suddenly got into teaching him.â
âLord Ha-... Aste also has my gratitude for this favor. Thank you very much.â
âRight, keep polishing your skills as a butler as you have been.â
âDonât do that!?â
What you mean butler, he was unmistakably an Ogre. Where would you find a noble whoâd hire him? This guy really did whatever he found amusing, didnât he?
âOh dear... This is a blunder on my part. To have my master and guest wait at the entrance. My apologies. Please, come in, I shall prepare the tea.â
âWait, I didnât mean that.â
I retorted it, but Den didnât seem to lend an ear to it. Thus, we were relentlessly lead inside and made to sit. After that, he bowed to us and excused himself to brew the tea. The whole situation happened so smoothly I couldnât find an opportunity to interject.
I just remained seated and glared at Aste. That simplistic Den had changed far too much. Well, I was the one who recommended we leave him to this guy.
âHow did he turn into that?â
âAh, well, he was far too wild at first. But his intelligence wasnât too bad. So, I tried to teach him out of curiosity, and the result is what you see.â
âI donât understand your logic of arriving there.â
âWell, it was my wife who proposed turning him into a butler.â
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âAlready gone. Itâs been a while, so she was quite worked up during the night.â
âRight.â
Looks like everything was going well between the two. Go die.
Still, it saved me the trouble that this guy showed up here.
âRight, we came here today because we had something to request of you.â
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âActuallyââ
With Maxwellâs assistance, I told him about my current situation. The fact that Cortina was going through bitter experiences because I was hiding my identity. And that she was reaching her limit already.
As he listened, Aste started to frown more and more. I could tell that he wasnât thinking anything good about the situation.
âLet me give it to you straight. Just reveal yourself. Thatâs the shortest way.â
âI mean, I wouldnât have come here if I could do that. I canât even imagine how awkward it would be. Plus, I had a sister born just recently. I am expected to do my part as a big sister...â
âYour sister or this Cortina, which is more important to you?â
âAs If I could answer that.â
On one side was my one and only little sister, and on another, my old comrade and someone who has continued to love me for so long. I could not possibly compare them.
Revealing my identity could also lead to robbing the sister named Nicole from Fina. Even Cortina might turn her back on me for my actions. That thought scared me.
I didnât even know if Lyell and Maria would forgive me for continuing to deceive them for so long. In the worst case, I could lose everything I had.
âI like my current life... No, my current home. Itâs one thing I donât want to lose.â
âBut that would also mean sentencing that woman to eternal sorrow.â
âI get that. But... Just for a little longer, I...â
My words were gradually losing their strength. Even I understood that this situation couldnât continue for much longer.
In the near future, I would most likely be pressed with the decision â Return to being Reid and give up on Nicole, or choose Nicole and give up on Reid. | {
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She is growing up to be extremely selfish and arrogant and I feel like I donât know how to handle her anymore.
Over these past few years, it seems we might have spoiled her a bit too much.
Itâs just that my little sister Alicia, with her pretty golden eyes, is too adorable.
My younger twin brothers and I canât help but want to dote on her whenever we see her.
But that might have been a bad thing.... Because now Alicia seems to think that the whole world revolves completely around her.
Just like how she came up to us during our morning practice one day and suddenly showed an interest in learning swordsmanship.
Honestly, that made me pretty mad.
Weâve been seriously practicing our sword skills every day, but now she wants to try it out purely out of curiosity......? Or even worse, she might not have been interested at all but insisted on learning because she just wanted to hang out with me, Alan, and Henry.
I felt like she was belittling all of our efforts up until then.
I think Alan and Henry had probably felt the same, as well.
So I decided to give my selfish little sister an impossible task to make her give up on the idea.
I told her that she needed to do sit-ups and push-ups, which should have been impossible for a -year-old girl to do.
Plus, I went so far as to tell her that she had to do them every day for a whole week.
When I told her that, Alicia got angry of course.
Only, it wasnât with her typical, impertinent attitude. This time she actually glared at me with righteous indignation.
I almost couldnât believe my eyes. I had never seen her make such a dignified expression before.
And with the way the sun shown off of her golden eyes, I became captivated by her.
Whether it was piano, vocal training, horseback riding, etc. she would only show interest in them for a moment before giving up and moving onto something else that had caught her attention.
For things like manners and dancing that are required for getting around in high society, one way or another her teachers forced her to learn at least the basics, but everyone involved was absolutely miserable during every second of it.
Since I already knew that Alicia was like that, I figured it was impossible that she would actually spend a week doing sit-ups and push-ups, so I put that promise out of my mind. I even ended up forgetting about it after a couple of days.
So when Alicia came to find us a week later, I didnât remember our conversation until she had brought it up again.
With her tiny figure and that huge pout on her face, she really didnât look as if she had spent a week training her muscles.
It seemed much more likely that she was lying to me just to get some attention.
I figured that since my friends were there she was only saying that because she wanted to be able to play together with them......
But then Alicia had removed my sword from the scabbard hanging from my waist and I could feel my back stiffening in shock.
I had no idea what had just happened.
My sword isnât something that a little girl should have the capability of lifting.
But Alicia had somehow pulled it out from its sheath easily.
She had kicked a tree, causing an apple to fall from it, and as it fell, she had sliced it perfectly in half while it was in midair.
Honestly, I donât even know if I could have pulled off something like that.
It would be hard enough just trying to estimate the appleâs trajectory, but thatâs not all. To be able cut it into two equal halves like that would require quite a bit of speed and strength as well.
And to be able do all of that at once.... To swing such a heavy sword in a horizontal arc, perfectly slicing a falling apple in half with the sharp side of the blade... Itâs impossible that it was just a fluke.
I honestly doubted my own eyes.
And after performing such an impossible feat, Alicia had looked straight in my direction with such an imposing manner, I couldnât take my eyes off of her.
After that, I finally consented to teaching her how to wield a sword and instantly her face brightened as she threw her arms around me.
From that day on, she started attending our morning sword practices every day, but as soon as practice was over she would always disappear until dinner time.
With Aliciaâs new and extremely puzzling behavior, no one was able to guess what she might be doing during that time or what was going through her head.
It was a complete mystery as to what made her suddenly start acting this way as well. Neither our parents nor her attendants had any guesses for what might have been the cause.... but I digress.
In order to learn swordsmanship, the very first thing you have to learn is how to hold and swing a sword.
But not just once, you have to be able to do this for hours on end without getting tired. And as one would expect, when Alicia first started out, she didnât have anywhere near enough stamina to do this.
To be honest, I thought that fact would be enough to make her want to quit. For a 7-year-old girl to be able to wield a sword for a full day would take at the least five full years of hard training.
And that sort of training is neither interesting nor fun.... Itâs only pain, pure and simple.
But Alicia still came to do that sort of practice with us every day, and she did it without even a word of complaint.
When I told my friends about this, they all were super curious about her so I invited them over to my house to watch. When they saw her though, every single one of them had their eyes go wide in awe.
I was pretty surprised that they wanted to do that, but what shocked me even more was that even Duke started coming by every day as well.
He gives off such a strong impression and heâs usually so uninterested in everything, so the fact that he was showing an interest in someone else was super rare.
Whatâs more, for the whole time that Alicia would be practicing, Duke wouldnât talk to us at all. He would just observe her with a gentle expression on his face that Iâve never once seen him direct at any of us. âHe couldnât possibly.....â I would often find myself thinking, but I would always cut myself off before I could even finish that thought.
Then one day, in order to find out what Alicia does after practice, we decided to sneakily observe her for the rest of the day.
Duke didnât seem all too eager to follow her around secretly like that, but in the end he decided to tag along as well.
I, myself, knew that secretly watching her would be wrong, but my curiosity for where she goes and what she does for 10 hours a day won out over my reason.
But the place that Alicia ended up going to was unexpectedly the library. Alan and Henryâs mouths had fallen open in shock when they realized that.
We all know just how much Alicia hates studying, so we never could have imagined that she would spend so much time reading every day.
After entering the library, she spent about 30 minutes just wandering around aimlessly and then let out a little sigh.
Was she not able to find a book that she was looking for?
I thought about calling out to her at that point and offering to help her find it, but then I realized that would expose the fact that we had been following her. And since that would be bad, I ultimately decided against it.
After that, Alicia stopped wandering around and grabbed a nearby book and started reading.
And then the crazy situation that followed.... we saw it all. At first we were just a little confused since she seemed to be turning the pages at an oddly fast pace.
But the moment she shut the book entirely, we all looked towards the clock. We couldnât believe what had just happened.
We were all shocked. Even Dukeâs eyes had gone wide after realizing this.
Without seeming to notice that he had spoken, Gayle had whispered that he didnât believe it.
And before our shock had abated, Alicia had already grabbed another book and had started reading.
At first I thought that maybe she was just reading it randomly, skimming through the pages but not really reading every word... But as I watched, I noticed how serious her expression was and that her eyes were moving unusually fast... and I knew that I was wrong; she seemed to be reading and understanding everything.
After that, Alicia didnât move for the next 10 hours. She stayed put and read that entire time as if in a daze, and only when the clock had hit 6:00 PM did she finally get up and leave the library.
Once we were sure that she was out of sight, we all filed into the library to count just how many books she had read and became utterly speechless. We all stared at the books in disbelief.
Did Alicia really read all of these in that amount of time? Even though we had watched her read them with our own eyes earlier, we still couldnât believe it.
âSheâs a genius,â Gayle murmured dazedly and we all couldnât help but nod our heads in agreement. Although Alicia herself doesnât seem to realize it, she is without a doubt a genius.
After that discovery, they all stayed over very late since we were all engrossed in discussing Aliciaâs behavior.
As we were talking though, after the sun had already gone down, all of a sudden we could hear the sound of a sword being swung over and over again.
We walked out onto the second floor veranda to take a look and we all froze up in shock for one last time.
Down in the garden there was the small figure of a girl glistening in sweat and continually practicing swinging her sword.
With hair blacker than the surrounding darkness flowing with each swing of her sword and with the moonlight illuminating her golden eyes she was...
âBeautiful,â I heard Duke whisper from beside me, even as I was thinking it.
For a moment, I began to doubt my own ears. It was the first time that I had heard Duke call anyone beautiful before.
But it was true that in that moment Alicia was captivating.
That day, there were so many things that I was surprised by that I almost thought that it must have been a dream.
And possibly thanks to these evening practices, Alicia somehow became able to wield her sword for a full day straight after only a yearâs worth of training.
At this point, Iâm not even that surprised anymore.
Even with that additional practice, to be able to improve your stamina by that much within the time-span of one year, should be impossible even for full-grown men, let alone for a 7-year-old child.
Just the fact that a 7-year-old girl can lift such a sword is amazing in itself, so such a feat is likewise unimaginable.
What could have happened to cause Alicia to change this much?
And just what is she trying to accomplish by doing all this I wonder. | {
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Count Weissmall stood on the stage and bowed deeply to the audience. It was a speech before the raising of the curtain. All eyes from the near-full capacity of the Theatre were focused on him at once.
Inglis and the others were watching it unfold from the gap of the curtains in the wing of the stage.
ãU-, uwaah......so many people! Itâs really unnerving, isnât it......ã
Pullum swallowed her saliva. She was dressed in the same dancerâs outfit as Rafinha, Leone, and Liselotte. In the end, it was decided that Pullum would also take part in the dancing behind Inglis. Ian suggested it, saying that it would surely make Lahti happy.
Lahti opposed the idea, but Count Weissmall readily agreed to it. Thus, even though he was complaining all the while, Lahti memorized the whole choreography and patiently went along with Pullumâs practices, who herself was just a little bit of a klutz and having a hard time remembering the choreography. While indeed he couldnât be true with himself, he seemed to fully support Pullum to get her on stage.
ãYou idiot, Iâm the one getting nervous here! I canât help but worry that youâll just trip Inglis and the others......ã
ãI-, Iâll do my best!ã
ãItâs alright! Itâs not as unnerving as stopping a falling airship or having to fight a Magic Stone Beast, right?ã
Rafinha patted Pullumâs back to kindle her courage.
ãY-, yes. But, my heart keeps thumping!ã
ãThen just think of it this way. Everyoneâs gonna look at Glis anyway, nobody is going to look at us!ã
ã...That may be true. Inglis really is pretty.ã
Inglisâ costume for the play was even more ornate and glittering than the one she wore in rehearsals. Inglis had to admit she was an impressive sight to behold, after getting a good look at herself in front of the mirror.
ãOn that front, I must agree.ã
ãI am sure the audience will be positively delighted.ã
Both Leone and Liselotte gave their approval.
ã...But man, Pullumâs the cutest for me.ã
Inglis put herself behind Lahti and spoke while imitating his voice. There was a limit to how much she could imitate his tone, but her manner of speech should be very similar. She was good at speaking with a male tone. It was only natural since she lived the life of a man in her whole previous life.
ãEeh?! Really, Lahti?!ã
ãAs if! The hell are you doing, Inglis?! Drop it!ã
ãWell, I think it will unwind Pullum, you see...ã
Perhaps it was due to her nervousness, but Pullum completely fell for it.
ãHahaha, you sure are composed, Miss Inglis. Even though you are the star of the play. How admirable.ã
Ian who watched it unfold gave a bitter laugh.
ãWell, I am nothing compared to Senior Yua...ã
Inglis turned her face to Yua, who was leaning against a nearby chest.
ãHold on?! Yua, this is beyond bad! Wake up! The curtains gonna be up anytime now!ã
Maurice, the leader of the second-year students and the one who was always taking care of Yua, was in a panic trying to wake Yua up. He himself was only here as a pilot of a Flygear for the scene where many Flygears would be used for an aerial battle scene, but he still supervised Yua thoroughly.
In the meantime, Count Weissmall who was on the stage once again bowed towards the audience seat, more reverently this time.
ãAnd today, we have a wonderful guest with us! His Majesty the King, please bestow us your words.ã
Once King Charleas stood up, a round of applause was heard from throughout the theatre.
ãVarious incidents have arisen in our Capital, causing hardship to everyone. This is all due to my incompetence as the man in charge of our Kingdom, and I would wish to apologize to everyone for it.ã
Saying so, King Charleas bowed his head once.
ãThe performance by the Weissmall Troupe will be a wonderful relief for your downturns. Students of the Knight Academy, the future of our country, are also cooperating with them. Let us all enjoy this moment together.ã
When he said so, the applause rang out even harder this time.
ãAh, Father, Mother, and Aunt are all here!ã
Meanwhile, Rafinha seemed to be more concerned about the audience.
ãThey are.ã
ãAlina is here too! Okay, that means I need to do my best to entertain them!ã
She clenched her fist and made a gusto pose.
ãYouâre right. Mother has come all the way to watch...... I must do my best too and have so much fun and fight Senior Yua with my all!ã
This was the day Inglis had been waiting for, the day she could fight Yua when she was serious. There were a lot of things that she needed to do too, but she just couldnât contain her excitement.
ãNo, itâll be like the usual if youâre just going to have fun and fight with your all! You should be more feminine and show them your cute side. Iâm sure both Aunt and Alina will be really happy if you do, you know?ã
ãThen Iâll do both!ã
ãI will just say this as a warning, but donât get too engrossed in your fight and get the audience involved, okay?ã
Reminded Liselotte.
ãItâs all right. The Principal has put up her barrier, after all.ã
Principal Miliera was already seated in the gallery. Supposedly, she was there to put a barrier all around the audience seat to prevent accidents during the scenes where Inglis and Yua would be fighting midair with Flygears.
At first, this was supposed to be done by Knight Academy students, but for various reasons, they decided to ask Principal Miliera to do it.
ãUuuh......Aah! Itâs going to start soon, isnât it! I- I need some more time!ã
Pullumâs tension seemed to elevate as time went by.
ãNow that it has come to this, you just need to do it! Just stay calm and do what you can!ã
Motivated Lahti.
ãY-, yes! Then please hold my hand so Iâll get calm!ã
ãHaah?! Whyâd it come to that?!ã
ãHurry up! Do you want me to mess up?!ã
ãWhat kind of threat is that?! Damn it, youâre hopeless!ã
ãOh? Iâm jealous of how close you two are~ã
Said Rafinha, grinning at them.
ãReally!ã
Leone nodded her head.
ãPhew... Okay! Iâve calmed down a little!ã
ãAh, can you also pilot the Flygear in the scene in the second half where Glis and Senior Yua fight midair? Iâm sorry I asked you so suddenly!ã
Originally, it was supposed to be Rafinha and Lahti who would pilot Inglis and Yuaâs Flygears respectively in the mentioned scene, but... Due to various circumstances, Rafinha had to switch with Pullum.
ãTh-, thatâs right, thereâs that too! I- Iâll be alright!ã
ãYou sure? Iâm worried......ã
ãThen, why donât you calm me down again before that scene starts?ã
ãHah? I donât wanna, youâre the one whoââã
ã......Hold on, the curtain is about to be lifted!ã
Leone called out to the group. True enough, Count Weissmall was about to conclude his speech.
ãWell then, please enjoy the show! Let the curtain rise!ã
With that, the curtains of the stage slowly opened. Meanwhile...
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Yua was still fast asleep.
ãDAAaarrghh! Sorry, but help me out here!ã
ã......?! Y-, yes!ã
ãSh-, sheâs still sleeping?!ã
ãWe need to carry her away first!ã
ãHurry up or the audience will see it!ã
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ããĢ:ãį˛ãããž (ææ) | On the basis that a picture is worth a thousand words, what I did was, I asked Bill and Melinda to dig out from their archive some images that would help explain some of what they've done, and do a few things that way.
So, we're going to start here.
Melinda, when and where was this, and who is that handsome man next to you?
Melinda Gates: With those big glasses, huh?
This is in Africa, our very first trip, the first time either of us had ever been to Africa, in the fall of 1993.
We were already engaged to be married.
We married a few months later, and this was the trip where we really went to see the animals and to see the savanna.
It was incredible. Bill had never taken that much time off from work.
But what really touched us, actually, were the people, and the extreme poverty.
We started asking ourselves questions.
Does it have to be like this?
And at the end of the trip, we went out to Zanzibar, and took some time to walk on the beach, while we were dating.
And we'd already been talking about during that time that the wealth that had come from Microsoft would be given back to society, but it was really on that beach walk that we started to talk about, well, what might we do and how might we go about it?
CA: So, given that this vacation the world's biggest private foundation, it's pretty expensive as vacations go. MG: I guess so. We enjoyed it.
CA: Which of you was the key instigator here, or was it symmetrical?
Bill Gates: Well, I think we were excited that there'd be a phase of our life where we'd get to work together and figure out how to give this money back.
At this stage, we were talking about the poorest, and could you have a big impact on them?
Were there things that weren't being done?
There was a lot we didn't know.
Our naïvetÊ is pretty incredible, when we look back on it.
But we had a certain enthusiasm that that would be the phase, the post-Microsoft phase would be our philanthropy.
MG: Which Bill always thought was going to come after he was 60, so he hasn't quite hit 60 yet, so some things change along the way.
CA: So it started there, but it got accelerated.
So that was '93, and it was '97, really, before the foundation itself started.
MA: Yeah, in '97, we read an article about diarrheal diseases killing so many kids around the world, and we kept saying to ourselves, "Well that can't be.
In the U.S., you just go down to the drug store."
And so we started gathering scientists and started learning about population, learning about vaccines, learning about what had worked and what had failed, and that's really when we got going, was in late 1998, 1999.
CA: So, you've got a big pot of money and a world full of so many different issues.
How on Earth do you decide what to focus on?
BG: Well, we decided that we'd pick two causes, whatever the biggest inequity was globally, and there we looked at children dying, children not having enough nutrition to ever develop, and countries that were really stuck, because with that level of death, and parents would have so many kids that they'd get huge population growth, and that the kids were so sick that they really couldn't be educated and lift themselves up.
So that was our global thing, and then in the U.S., both of us have had amazing educations, and we saw that as the way that the U.S. could live up to its promise of equal opportunity is by having a phenomenal education system, and the more we learned, the more we realized we're not really fulfilling that promise.
And so we picked those two things, and everything the foundation does is focused there.
CA: So, I asked each of you to pick an image that you like that illustrates your work, and Melinda, this is what you picked.
What's this about?
MG: So I, one of the things I love to do when I travel is to go out to the rural areas and talk to the women, whether it's Bangladesh, India, lots of countries in Africa, and I go in as a Western woman without a name.
I don't tell them who I am. Pair of khakis.
And I kept hearing from women, over and over and over, the more I traveled, "I want to be able to use this shot."
I would be there to talk to them about childhood vaccines, and they would bring the conversation around to "But what about the shot I get?"
which is an injection they were getting called Depo-Provera, which is a contraceptive.
And I would come back and talk to global health experts, and they'd say, "Oh no, contraceptives are stocked in in the developing world."
Well, you had to dig deeper into the reports, and this is what the team came to me with, that women tell you in Africa they want to use stocked out more than 200 days a year explains why women were saying to me, "I walked 10 kilometers without my husband knowing it, and I got to the clinic, and there was nothing there."
And so condoms were stocked in in Africa because of all the AIDS work that the U.S.
and others supported.
But women will tell you over and over again, "I can't negotiate a condom with my husband.
I'm either suggesting he has AIDS or I have AIDS, and I need that tool because then I can space the births of my children, and I can feed them and have a chance of educating them."
CA: Melinda, you're Roman Catholic, and you've often been embroiled in controversy over this issue, and on the abortion question, on both sides, really.
How do you navigate that?
MG: Yeah, so I think that's a really important point, which is, we had backed away from contraceptives as a global community.
We knew that 210 million women were saying they wanted access to contraceptives, even the contraceptives we have here in the United States, and we weren't providing them because of the political controversy in our country, and to me that was just a crime, and I kept looking around trying to find the person that would get this back on the global stage, and I finally realized I just had to do it.
And even though I'm Catholic, I believe in contraceptives just like most of the Catholic women in the United States who report using contraceptives, and I shouldn't let that controversy be the thing that holds us back.
We used to have consensus in the United States around contraceptives, and so we got back to that global consensus, and actually raised 2.6 billion dollars around exactly this issue for women.
CA: Bill, this is your graph. What's this about?
BG: Well, my graph has numbers on it.
I really like this graph.
who die before the age of five every year.
And what you find is really a phenomenal success story which is not widely known, that we are making incredible progress.
We go from 20 million not long after I was born to now we're down to about six million.
So this is a story largely of vaccines.
Smallpox was killing a couple million kids a year.
That was eradicated, so that got down to zero.
Measles was killing a couple million a year.
That's down to a few hundred thousand.
Anyway, this is a chart where you want to get that number to continue, using the science of new vaccines, getting the vaccines out to kids.
We can actually accelerate the progress.
The last decade, that number has dropped faster than ever in history, and so I just love the fact that you can say, okay, if we can invent new vaccines, we can get them out there, use the very latest understanding of these things, and get the delivery right, that we can perform a miracle.
CA: I mean, you do the math on this, and it works out, I think, literally to thousands of kids' lives saved every day compared to the prior year.
It's not reported.
An airliner with 200-plus deaths is a far, far bigger story than that.
Does that drive you crazy?
BG: Yeah, because it's a silent thing going on.
It's a kid, one kid at a time.
Ninety-eight percent of this has nothing to do with natural disasters, and yet, people's charity, when they see a natural disaster, are wonderful.
It's incredible how people think, okay, that could be me, and the money flows.
These causes have been a bit invisible.
Now that the Millennium Development Goals and various things are getting out there, we are seeing some increased generosity, so the goal is to get this well below a million, which should be possible in our lifetime.
CA: Maybe it needed someone who is turned on by numbers and graphs rather than just the big, sad face to get engaged.
I mean, you've used it in your letter this year, you used basically this argument to say that aid, contrary to the current meme that aid is kind of worthless and broken, that actually it has been effective.
BG: Yeah, well people can take, there is some aid that was well-meaning and didn't go well.
There's some venture capital investments that were well-meaning and didn't go well.
because we don't have a perfect record, this is a bad endeavor.
You should look at, what was your goal?
How are you trying to uplift nutrition and survival and literacy so these countries can take care of themselves, and say wow, this is going well, and be smarter.
We can spend aid smarter.
It is not all a panacea.
We can do better than venture capital, I think, including big hits like this.
CA: Traditional wisdom is that it's pretty hard for married couples to work together.
How have you guys managed it?
MG: Yeah, I've had a lot of women say to me, "I really don't think I could work with my husband.
That just wouldn't work out."
You know, we enjoy it, and we don't -- this foundation has been a coming to for both of us in its continuous learning journey, and we don't travel together as much for the foundation, actually, as we used to when Bill was working at Microsoft.
We have more trips where we're traveling separately, but I always know when I come home, Bill's going to be interested in what I learned, whether it's about women or girls or something new about the vaccine delivery chain, or this person that is a great leader.
He's going to listen and be really interested.
And he knows when he comes home, even if it's to talk about the speech he did or the data or what he's learned, I'm really interested, and I think we have a really collaborative relationship.
But we don't every minute together, that's for sure.
CA: But now you are, and we're very happy that you are.
Melinda, early on, you were basically largely running the show.
Six years ago, I guess, Bill came on full time, so moved from Microsoft and became full time.
That must have been hard, adjusting to that. No?
MG: Yeah. I think actually, for the foundation employees, there was way more angst for them than there was for me about Bill coming.
I was actually really excited.
I mean, Bill made this decision even obviously before it got announced in 2006, and it was really his decision, but again, it was a beach vacation where we were walking on the beach and he was starting to think of this idea.
And for me, the excitement of Bill putting his brain and his heart against these huge global problems, these inequities, to me that was exciting.
Yes, the foundation employees had angst about that.
CA: That's cool.
MG: But that went away within three months, once he was there.
BG: Including some of the employees.
MG: That's what I said, the employees, it went away for them three months after you were there.
BG: No, I'm kidding. MG: Oh, you mean, the employees didn't go away.
BG: A few of them did, but â CA: So what do you guys argue about?
Sunday, 11 o'clock, you're away from work, what comes up? What's the argument?
BG: Because we built this thing together from the beginning, it's this great partnership.
I had that with Paul Allen in the early days of Microsoft.
I had it with Steve Ballmer as Microsoft got bigger, and now Melinda, and in even stronger, equal ways, is the partner, so we talk a lot about which things should we give more to, which groups are working well?
She's got a lot of insight.
She'll sit down with the employees a lot.
We'll take the different trips she described.
So there's a lot of collaboration.
I can't think of anything where one of us had a super strong opinion about one thing or another?
CA: How about you, Melinda, though? Can you? You never know.
MG: Well, here's the thing.
We come at things from different angles, and I actually think that's really good.
So Bill can look at the big data and say, "I want to act based on these global statistics."
For me, I come at it from intuition.
I meet with lots of people on the ground and Bill's taught me to take that and read up to the global data and see if they match, and I think what I've taught him is to take that data and meet with people on the ground to understand, can you actually deliver that vaccine?
Can you get a woman to accept those polio drops in her child's mouth?
Because the delivery piece is every bit as important as the science.
So I think it's been more a coming to over time towards each other's point of view, and quite frankly, the work is better because of it.
CA: So, in vaccines and polio and so forth, you've had some amazing successes.
What about failure, though?
Can you talk about a failure and maybe what you've learned from it?
BG: Yeah. Fortunately, we can afford a few failures, because we've certainly had them.
We do a lot of drug work or vaccine work that you know you're going to have different failures.
Like, we put out, one that got a lot of publicity was asking for a better condom.
Well, we got hundreds of ideas.
Maybe a few of those will work out.
We were very naïve, certainly I was, about a drug for a disease in India, visceral leishmaniasis, that I thought, once I got this drug, we can just go wipe out the disease.
Well, turns out it took an injection every day for 10 days.
It took three more years to get it than we expected, and then there was no way it was going to get out there.
Fortunately, we found out that if you go kill the sand flies, you probably can have success there, but we spent five years, you could say wasted five years, and about 60 million, on a path that turned out to have very modest benefit when we got there.
CA: You're spending, like, a billion dollars a year in education, I think, something like that.
Is anything, the story of what's gone right there is quite a long and complex one.
Are there any failures that you can talk about?
MG: Well, I would say a huge lesson for us out of the early work is we thought that these small schools were the answer, and small schools definitely help.
They bring down the dropout rate.
They have less violence and crime in those schools.
But the thing that we learned from that work, and what turned out to be the fundamental key, is a great teacher in front of the classroom.
If you don't have an effective teacher in the front of the classroom, I don't care how big or small the building is, you're not going to change the trajectory of whether that student will be ready for college.
CA: So Melinda, this is you and your eldest daughter, Jenn.
And just taken about three weeks ago, I think, three or four weeks ago. Where was this?
MG: So we went to Tanzania.
Jenn's been to Tanzania.
All our kids have been to Africa quite a bit, actually.
And we did something very different, which is, we decided to go spend two nights and three days with a family.
Anna and Sanare are the parents.
They invited us to come and stay in their boma.
Actually, the goats had been there, I think, living in that particular little hut on their little compound before we got there.
And we stayed with their family, and we really, really learned what life is like in rural Tanzania.
And the difference between just going and visiting for half a day or three quarters of a day versus staying overnight was profound, and so let me just give you one explanation of that.
They had six children, and as I talked to Anna in the kitchen, we cooked for about five hours in the cooking hut that day, and as I talked to her, she had absolutely planned and spaced with her husband the births of their children.
It was a very loving relationship.
This was a Maasai warrior and his wife, but they had decided to get married, they clearly had respect and love in the relationship.
Their children, their six children, the two in the middle were twins, 13, a boy, and a girl named Grace.
And when we'd go out to chop wood and do all the things that Grace and her mother would do, Grace was not a child, she was an adolescent, but she wasn't an adult.
She was very, very shy.
So she kept wanting to talk to me and Jenn.
We kept trying to engage her, but she was shy.
And at night, though, when all the lights went out in rural Tanzania, and there was no moon that night, the first night, and no stars, and Jenn came out of our hut with her REI little headlamp on, Grace went immediately, and got the translator, came straight up to my Jenn and said, "When you go home, can I have your headlamp so I can study at night?"
CA: Oh, wow.
MG: And her dad had told me how afraid he was that unlike the son, who had passed his secondary exams, because of her chores, she'd not done so well and wasn't in the government school yet.
He said, "I don't know how I'm going to pay for her education.
I can't pay for private school, and she may end up on this farm like my wife."
So they know the difference that an education can make in a huge, profound way.
CA: I mean, this is another pic of your other two kids, Rory and Phoebe, along with Paul Farmer. Bringing up three children when you're the world's richest family seems like a social experiment without much prior art.
How have you managed it?
What's been your approach?
BG: Well, I'd say overall the kids get a great education, but you've got to make sure they have a sense of their own ability and what they're going to go and do, and our philosophy has been to be very clear with them -- most of the money's going to the foundation -- and help them find something they're excited about.
We want to strike a balance where they have the freedom to do anything but not a lot of money showered on them so they could go out and do nothing.
And so far, they're fairly diligent, excited to pick their own direction.
CA: You've obviously guarded their privacy carefully for obvious reasons.
I'm curious why you've given me permission to show this picture now here at TED.
MG: Well, it's interesting.
As they get older, they so know that our family belief is about responsibility, that we are in an unbelievable situation just to live in the United States and have a great education, and we have a responsibility to give back to the world.
And so as they get older and we are teaching them -- they have been to so many countries around the world â they're saying, we do want people to know that we believe in what you're doing, Mom and Dad, and it is okay to show us more.
So we have their permission to show this picture, and I think Paul Farmer is probably going to put it eventually in some of his work.
about the mission of the foundation, too.
CA: You've easily got enough money despite your vast contributions to the foundation to make them all billionaires.
Is that your plan for them?
BG: Nope. No. They won't have anything like that.
They need to have a sense that their own work is meaningful and important.
We read an article long, actually, before we got married, where Warren Buffett talked about that, and we're quite convinced that it wasn't a favor either to society or to the kids.
CA: Well, speaking of Warren Buffett, something really amazing happened in 2006, when somehow your only real rival for richest person in America suddenly turned around and agreed to give 80 percent of his fortune to your foundation.
How on Earth did that happen?
I guess there's a long version and a short version of that.
We've got time for the short version.
BG: All right. Well, Warren was a close friend, and he was going to have his wife Suzie give it all away.
Tragically, she passed away before he did, and he's big on delegation, and â â he said â CA: Tweet that.
BG: If he's got somebody who is doing something well, and is willing to do it at no charge, maybe that's okay. But we were stunned.
MG: Totally stunned. BG: We had never expected it, and it has been unbelievable.
It's allowed us to increase our ambition in what the foundation can do quite dramatically.
Half the resources we have come from Warren's mind-blowing generosity.
CA: And I think you've pledged that by the time you're done, more than, or 95 percent of your wealth, will be given to the foundation.
BG: Yes.
CA: And since this relationship, it's amazingâ And recently, you and Warren other billionaires and successful people more than half of their assets for philanthropy.
How is that going?
BG: Well, we've got about 120 people who have now taken this giving pledge.
The thing that's great is that we get together yearly and talk about, okay, We're not trying to homogenize it.
I mean, the beauty of philanthropy is this mind-blowing diversity.
People give to some things.
We look and go, "Wow."
But that's great.
That's the role of philanthropy including even in one space, like education.
We need more experimentation.
But it's been wonderful, meeting those people, sharing their journey to philanthropy, how they involve their kids, where they're doing it differently, and it's been way more successful than we expected.
Now it looks like it'll just keep growing in size in the years ahead.
MG: And having people see that other people are making change with philanthropy, I mean, these are people who have created their own businesses, put their own ingenuity behind incredible ideas.
If they put their ideas and their brain behind philanthropy, they can change the world.
And they start to see others doing it, and saying, "Wow, I want to do that with my own money."
To me, that's the piece that's incredible.
CA: It seems to me, it's actually really hard for some people to figure out even how to remotely spend that much money on something else.
There are probably some billionaires in the room and certainly some successful people.
I'm curious, can you make the pitch?
What's the pitch?
BG: Well, it's the most fulfilling thing we've ever done, and you can't take it with you, and if it's not good for your kids, let's get together and brainstorm about what we can be done.
The world is a far better place because of the philanthropists of the past, and the U.S. tradition here, which is the strongest, is the envy of the world.
And part of the reason I'm so optimistic is because I do think philanthropy is going to grow and take some of these things government's not just good at working on and discovering and shine some light in the right direction.
CA: The world's got this terrible inequality, growing inequality problem that seems structural.
It does seem to me that if more of your peers took the approach that you two have made, it would make a dent both in that problem and certainly in the perception of that problem.
Is that a fair comment?
BG: Oh yeah. If you take from the most wealthy and give to the least wealthy, it's good.
It tries to balance out, and that's just.
MG: But you change systems.
In the U.S., we're trying to change the education system so it's just for everybody and it works for all students.
That, to me, really changes the inequality balance.
BG: That's the most important.
CA: Well, I really think that most people here and many millions around the world are just in awe of the trajectory your lives have taken and the spectacular degree to which you have shaped the future.
Thank you so much for coming to TED and for sharing with us and for all you do.
BG: Thank you. MG: Thank you.
BG: Thank you. MG: Thank you very much.
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Said Mr. Kalis when we stepped outside.
Now that the herbs were sold out, there were no more customers around the table, and only a few children and their parents were left playing with Leo.
At least Leo seemed to be enjoying it...
On the other hand, the herbs had sold out, and it was still a little before midday...
I should be happy that things were going well, but was there really such a high demand for them?
âMr. Kalis, is the number of people who need herbs growing?â
âIndeed. Apparently, some dishonest physicians have infiltrated the town and started doing business lately...â
Sebastian asked Mr. Kalis this question.
It did seem like there had been a lot of people coming to buy them.
Well, many of them had likely come to see Leo, just like Mr. Kalis had predicted, but the fact that they had sold out so quickly suggested there was still a high demand for them.
...However, what was this about dishonest physicians now?
âPeople are selling herbs of bad quality, or weakening the effects by adding other things to the powdered herbs, and yet still sell them at normal prices.â
âOh... So there are people who do such things...â
Physicians that sell inferior medicinal herbs, huh?
There were people like that in my old world too. So I suppose it was the same wherever you went.
But Sebastianâs eyes were shining with a suspicious light... It was a little scary...
âIt is quite bold of them to do such a thing on the dukeâs lands... This might become very interesting.â
âSebastian enjoys crushing those who use cowardly methods. ...Perhaps it is like a hobby for him.â
âLady Claire, that is not true at all. Itâs only that I cannot forgive dishonesty. ...Hehe. I will make a report to His Grace as soon as we return...â
While Ms. Claire explained this to me, Sebastian denied the accusation.
However, his words and overall air after that seemed to suggest that she was actually correct.
âIn any case, Mr. Takumi. About the future of the herbs...â
âYes.â
Mr. Kalis ignored Sebastian and turned to me.
The future... If we could sell this much, perhaps I should start growing more of them?
âIn terms of amount, it can either be the same or just a little more. Aside from that, I would like to increase the amount of Ramogi as well.â
âRamogi? Is there so little of it then?â
I had made Ramogi many times, so it would not be difficult to do.
Well, I still had to be careful about fainting, so I couldnât just grow a lot of it without thinking.
âYes. Recently, there has been plague that is spreading in a nearby village and this town. And while it can be treated with Ramogi, as there are so many people who have fallen ill, there is currently not enough Ramogi to go around. Besides, with dishonest physicians selling their herbs as well, it doesnât always reach those who need it the most.â
âI see...the plague...â
âThankfully, our shop is owned by the duke. And Iâve seen the quality of your herbs, Mr. Takumi. And so if we focus on selling Ramogi here and help quell the plague, it would really help with our reputation.â
Unlike those other diluted ones, my herbs would be very effective.
And with Weed Cultivation, I can make herbs that are in the best state for maximum effectiveness.
If we sold these good herbs, then it would help the dukeâs business and keep sales stable.
...If things go well, word might have spread quite far by the time Mr. Ekenhart reaches his house.
âAs for the herbs that Mr. Takumi will make, I will handle the arrangements.â
âSebastian...thank you.â
Just a moment ago, Sebastian had been gleefully thinking about what he would do to the immoral physicians, but he now returned to himself and started to talk with Mr. Kalis.
Well, Iâm sure that it will be fine if I leave it all to Sebastian.
He just needed to tell me how many herbs I had to make later on.
âLeo. You seem to be enjoying yourself.â
âWuff.â
âHehehe. Good Leo has become quite popular with the children of this town.â
âOf course, she is! Because she is so cute and gentle!â
I moved away from Mr. Kalis and Sebastian as they talked, and stopped in front of Leo, who was playing with the three remaining children.
Leo was wagging her tail happily as she played with them.
Ms. Claire also watched with a smile.
Tilura seemed very proud for some reason... I suppose she was happy that someone she was close with was now popular with others.
I petted Leo as the children wrapped themselves in her fur or rode on top of her back.
She had done so well today... With the handling of Nick, attracting customers, playing with the children. It was all because of Leo that we got through it.
âBrother... Sorry to disturb you, but thereâs something I want to ask...â
âWhat is it, Nick?â
As I was petting Leo, Nick came out of the store and approached me.
However...being called âbrotherâ from someone who was older than me was...awkward, but I decided to not think about it too much.
And so I moved away from Leo so that I could listen to what Nick had to say.
âBrother. Just earlier, you were talking about that guy who sells inferior goods, yes?â
âYes, we were.â
âThis guy... He came in from a different town. But I heard him say that he was connected to a certain nobleman.â
âA nobleman...? And you really met this person?â
I suppose he was talking about a noble who wasnât the duke.
Because I couldnât believe that Sebastian or Ms. Claire would be involved in such a thing.
âWell, just once, when I went to shake down the store...â
âNick...â
He only seemed slightly embarrassed by this. I would have hoped he would be more apologetic.
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Robust systems are stable in complex and new environments.
Remarkably, cockroaches can self-stabilize running over rough terrain.
When we put a jet pack on them, or give them a perturbation like an earthquake, we discovered that their wonderfully tuned legs allow them to self-stabilize without using any of their brainpower.
They can go over complex terrain like grass, no problem, and not get destabilized.
We discovered a new behavior where, because of their shape, they actually roll automatically to their side to go through this artificial test bit of grass.
Robust systems can perform multiple tasks with the same structure.
Here's a new behavior we've discovered.
The animals rapidly invert and disappear in less than 150 milliseconds â you never see them â using the same structures that they use to run, their legs.
They can run upside down very rapidly on rods, branches and wires, and if you perturb one of those branches, they can do this.
like no robot we have yet.
And they have nearly unlimited maneuverability with that same structure and unprecedented access to a variety of different areas.
They have wings for flying when they get warm, but they use those same wings to flip over if they get destabilized.
Very effective.
Robust systems are also fault tolerant and fail-safe.
This is the foot of a cockroach.
It has spines, gluey pads and claws, but if you take off those feet, like the bottom video that you see, without hardly slowing down. Extraordinary.
They can run up mesh without their feet.
Here's an animal using a normal, alternating tripod: three legs, three legs, three legs, but in nature, the insects often have lost their legs.
Here's one moving with two middle legs gone.
It can even lose three legs, in a tripod, and adopt a new gait, a hopping gait.
And I point out that all of these videos are slowed down 20 times, so they're actually really fast, when you see this.
Robust systems are also damage resistant.
Here's an animal climbing up a wall.
It looks like a rapid, smooth, vertical climb, but when you slow it down, you see something very different.
Here's what they do.
They intentionally have a head-on collision with the wall so they don't slow down and can transition up it in 75 milliseconds.
And they can do this in part because they have extraordinary exoskeletons.
And they're really just made up of compliant joints that are tubes and plates Here's a dissection of an abdomen of a cockroach.
You see these plates, and you see the compliant membrane.
My engineering colleague at Berkeley designed with his students a novel manufacturing technique where you essentially origami the exoskeleton, you laser cut it, laminate it, and you fold it up into a robot.
And you can do that now in less than 15 minutes.
These robots, called DASH, for Dynamic Autonomous Sprawled Hexapod, are highly compliant robots, and they're remarkably robust as a result of these features.
They're certainly incredibly damage resistant.
They even have some of the behaviors of the cockroaches.
So they can use their smart, compliant body to transition up a wall in a very simple way.
They even have some of the beginnings of the rapid inversion behavior where they disappear.
Now we want to know why they can go anywhere.
We discovered that they can go through the height of two pennies, two stacked pennies, and when they do this, they can actually run through those confined spaces at high speeds, although you never see it.
To understand it better, we did a CT scan of the exoskeleton and showed that they can compress their body We put them in a materials testing machine to look at the stress strain analysis and showed that they can withstand forces 800 times their body weight, and after this they can fly and run absolutely normally.
So you never know where curiosity-based research will lead, and someday you may want a swarm of cockroach-inspired robots to come at you.
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Nekoko started to talk quietly.
âItâs like how things work at companies. They want to create an environment where you donât want to inconvenience others. It will be too troublesome to bring it up, or you feel bad. And so you canât quit.â
Ah, I get it...sort of. But that hadnât been my experience.
Whenever I wanted to quit, the other side would usually start acting like they knew it was coming, so things went smoothly...
No, this was no time to reminisce on the past...!
âThatâs why management releases content that is exclusive to friend parties or guilds. But there are also players who want to access that content without being bound to anyone else. And so Iâm preparing for when that content is actually implemented. A guild for people that want to relax and play solo, but can unite only when there is some special reason for them to... Iâm going to make a Ghost Guild.â
âThat sounds like a grand idea. In other words, itâs a guild of people who only come together and cooperate when they have to?â
âYes. Isnât it annoying to have to find strangers to join up with every time there is an event? Itâs not so bad if itâs just ordinary field exploration and quests, but there are high difficulty events too. It wonât be easy to gather strays who are capable players. And so I want to gather stubborn players with the same problem as us beforehand. Sounds interesting, doesnât it?â
Hmm...I understood what she meant.
However, I actually didnât hate creating temporary parties with strangers.
Even though they generally all died and left me alone...
The only thing that made me anxious was when they would send me friend requests so that we could âplay together again!â
I could readily accept if it was just a one time thing, but if they expected to party up regularly, then it made it difficult for me to answer them.
I felt bad, but I didnât want anyone to bother me while I played alone.
After all, it was clear that I was able to play so recklessly because I was solo.
Once you were friends, you could send messages and requests.
You could just refuse them, but doing that also made you feel bad.
And so I avoided any friend requests.
If you reject one, then it becomes difficult to accept others.
He rejected me, but became friends with that player...they would say. I suppose I had become worried about what others would think.
However, I didnât think it would matter if someone like her was treated differently.
I doubted she would send invitations unless it was serious. And I felt that I would be able to reject her easily if I didnât feel like doing it.
This was because, while it was a coincidence, we had gotten to know each other a little.
You couldnât be so honest with someone that you didnât know at all. You didnât know how they would react.
So in a way, maybe we were like friends.
Or a fatal attachment?
Normally, I felt that you added people as friends if you knew them in real life, or if you met someone in the game and became close.
It might be an outdated way of thinking, but instead of just adding everyone and having shallow connections, I would rather build relationships with a few people who I didnât have to worry about offending.
After all, I wasnât the kind of person who would coldly organize their friends list and remove people because it was getting too crowded.
âWell, Iâm still figuring it out, so itâs not like Iâve actually set up a guild within the game. I may have sent the invite to you as if Iâm going around and scouting for players, but youâre actually the first person I talked to about it. In the first place, we canât really predict what the NSO management will do next. But I have a feeling theyâre going to shove something into the game out of nowhere.â
âThatâs true. Theyâre really quiet right now, but thatâs why I feel like something is coming. So, about the friend thing...â
We did have similar play styles, and had an odd connection.
And I even related to some of her views on games.
And so I didnât mind changing a little and accepting.
âIâll gladly accept it. And Iâve never accepted a friend request before.â
âI see. Thanks. Alright, Iâm going now. I still hate that itâs based on that invincible woman, but I want to go and test this new Grow Card.â
âYeah, thanks. You really helped me.â
âWell, until we meet again on some battlefield...bye!â
Nekoko started to run...and then disappeared.
Judging by what she said, if we were on opposite sides, she would seriously try and kill me just as before.
Well, I preferred it that way.
And so I would have to train so that the next time we met, she wouldnât be able to kill me instantly.
This was Nekoko. She would not continue to rely on a skill that had been nerfed.
She would surely find a new strategy that no one would expect.
âWell, I better go too then.â
I opened the map window.
And then I heard a âbeep!â and a â!â icon appeared in the corner.
It was a notification that appeared when you received a message.
Surely she wasnât inviting me already, so maybe it was a message from management?
I quickly touched the â!â icon in order to check.
âLetâs see. Information on a new event will be announced in three days on the official site, popular video sites, and on stage within the game...? And it will be live?â
This...was a recent and terrible habit within the game industry. Announcing an announcement.
Well, I guess itâs not too bad if itâs in three days. But sometimes it would be months in advance...
That being said, this was unusual for NSO.
Perhaps they wanted to get the word out quickly and attract attention because there hadnât been an event in awhile.
And if they want to attract so much attention, they must be confident that they can deliver.
So they hadnât become shy after the reaction to the previous one.
Yes, they were coming.
I would definitely check the official site on the day of the announcement. | {
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ãããã°ããŧããĢååŖĢãŽæĩãã¨ããĒããĻã¯ã | After Zera, aka Merc, was chased out of the Countâs mansion, she checked to make sure no one was following her before running a few errands and returning to Astardâs house.
âIâm beat...â
After learning that Merc, who was sitting in the doorway after closing the front door, had returned, Astard emerged from the back of the house.
âGood job... Those are Kenaâs clothes, right? Go and get changed before you dirty them, okay?â
âHey! Cut me some slack would you? Itâs not easy pretending all day.â
âCome to my room once youâve changed.â
When Merc glanced at him in protest over his curt comments, Astard huffed and mumbled, then walked away. Only when Astard was completely wasted did he show any signs of friendliness.
âIn any event, heâs right. I donât want Kenaâs clothes to get filthy.â
Merc was able to change quickly in the room that had been provided for her, putting on her customary outfit, partly thanks to the fact that her mind was more tired than her body.
She then proceeded to Astardâs room to report on what had happened.
âItâs safe to assume that things didnât go as planned based on the time it took you and the fact that the professor isnât standing next to you. Did you find his location?â
Astard asked as soon as Merc entered the room. Their aim had been to take back Doctor Glodel once they discovered his whereabouts.
But it had turned out that it wasnât a question of whether or not they knew his whereabouts.
âIt pains me to say this, but the professor is already dead. I canât bring him, as much as Iâd like to.â
â...?! Impossible! Are they really that stupid? Even if the professor did ultimately reveal his results, theyâd still need him alive to confirm them or further the research... That much should have been obvious!â
Astard, likely taken aback by Doctor Glodelâs death, lost his normal cool demeanor and voiced his rage. Even he, the Great Sage, most likely did not expect such a development.
âCalm down. They didnât expect it to happen as well. If anything, he may well have taken his own life.â
âThe professor? The professor I know holds his granddaughter in high regard. Heâs not the type to take his own life and abandon her.â
âPerhaps the torture was just that harsh.â
âIâll never forgive them...â
Merc tried to calm him down, but Astardâs anger grew even stronger. His frail eyes became sharp, and his clasped hands shook, presumably with rage.
âAnd? Youâre not going to tell me the only thing you discovered after breaking in was that the professor was dead, are you?â
âOf course not. The insurance plan you thought up worked perfectly. I obtained some documents that had been hidden away at the mansion. Here you go.â
Merc tossed the crumpled document she was holding onto Astardâs desk.
âThey were hidden in a room disguised as a study, inside a barrier-protected wall.â
âInside a wall? How did you take them out? Did you destroy the wall?â
âAt first, I considered it. Nevertheless, if I had done so, I would have been discovered. So I simply gouged out the cavity in the wall with the letter opener that was on the desk.â
âYou gouged out a wall with a letter opener?â
Astard asked, clearly taken aback by Mercâs comment, which seemed ludicrous. Merc, on the other hand, simply smiled at him in response.
âDid you forget? Iâm an elf now. And I can also use magic. I applied Mana Hardening on it.â
âSo, just what are these documents?â
Merc, slightly embarrassed by Astardâs praise, urged Astard to review the documents. Astard hurriedly unfolded the crumpled documents and examined them with a serious gaze.
âThis is a secret accounting book. It backs up the Countâs frauds. I canât say much more right now, but itâll be interesting to compare it to the Countâs accounting book that heâs presented to the Duke.â
âAnd this one?â
âThis is evidence that the Count has had dealings with the Empire. It gives details regarding their collaboration in the search for Doctor Glodel, as well as the Countâs reward.â
âI see. Despite my best efforts, it appears that I failed to find the professorâs research.â
Astard waved the documents in the air and looked over at Merc, who sat in a nearby chair.
âThatâs not quite right. With these, the Duke will surely act. All we have to do now is inform Duke Lezau of these documents and overrun the Countâs mansion. Then weâll surely find the research papers.â
âThen my effort wasnât all for nothing?â
âOf course. But thereâs one more thing... Whatâs with the state of these documents? Theyâre crucial pieces of evidence that will expose the Countâs wrongdoings, so it wouldnât have hurt if you could have handled them with caution.â
âDo you know where I had to hide them before I left the mansion?â
Merc immediately glared at Astard, irritated by his senseless statements. Astard fell silent for a moment, but even he, the slow Great Sage, seemed to have figured it out. He shifted his focus to Mercâs chest.
âOh...â
âDonât âOhâ me! I had to hide my padding within the wall and replace it with documents, which I lumped into a ball. Do you have any idea how stunned I was when the Count hugged me suddenly?â
âIâm surprised he didnât notice...â
âHmph. Weâre well aware of the Countâs affinity for women. By that time, he was totally smitten with me. Everything went perfectly, and I even managed to retrieve the Magic Stone that Iâd hidden in his pocket. If it had been me, however, I would have immediately sensed something was amiss with the breasts as soon as they touched me.â
âNevertheless, good work. We can now overthrow the Count. Iâll show them why they never should have messed with Doctor Glodel.â | {
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