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I was moving my short legs up and down while swinging my hands left and right.
Thatâs the only kind of exercise I was able to do, I canât even roll around.
However, Iâm different from an ordinary baby, and I am getting nutrition from cowâs milk.
In other words, my nutrition intake is very strange compared to normal. And as a result, I ended up having a lack of stamina.
I easily get tired overworking myself and sleeps as if I had fainted.
As I continued to do that every day, I was finally able to roll over and squirming around became possible.
Little by little I was able to move my hands and my legs as I desired.
And so I, in order to realize another dream of mine, decided to take action.
That is magic.
In my previous life, my talent in magic was unfortunately almost zero.
Although I studied under the magic expert Maxwell, he reached the conclusion that I was completely talentless and told me to give up even after acquiring all the necessary experience I would need to learn.
However, in this life, Iâm the child of Maria.
That means, thereâs a high probability that I would have a hidden talent in magic.
Maria mastered sacred techniques based on her religious beliefs, and sacred magic is still magic.
I never studied under Maria, but all the knowledge I got studying with Maxwell still remained.
Closing my eyes to enter a meditative state, I started to explore the presence of magical power inside of me.
Then I was able to feel something similar to warm energy somewhere near the center of my body, under the belly button.
â-Oh, is this magic power?
I wasnât able to feel it no matter how much I force my senses on my previous life, thatâs why right now I felt like my tension is rising.
In order to mold this into shape, I drew a magic circle in my mind, and then by adding a spell designating power and range, magic is manifested but...
Iâm having a really hard time manipulating this.
As I try to consciously move the magical power within my body, the magical power escapes and disperses.
However, I wonât give up. In the first place, I know that my tenacity is far more intense compared to normal people.
And because I canât move my body skillfully yet, the only thing I can do now is magic training.
Unlike before where I couldnât even feel my magical power, right now I could at least be able to manifest magic.
Adding to that, I should have inherited the talent to use swords from Lyell, not to mention that my own fighting experience is also carried over to this body.
Thinking about it, I have the potential to be stronger than anyone, so I couldnât stop my training here.
I kept receiving warm milk from Maria, though there were humiliating stories where she had to change my diapers, and at least half a year had passed before I started cursing that self-proclaimed god.
I was able to sit now and was able to move my neck looking around. While putting power into my body I was able to use my upper body, and on that day I finally saw my lower body for the first time.
What appeared from under the diaper Maria was exchanging with her hands.....No, it was more like what didnât appear was the little male genitalia appropriate for my age... There was nothing, simply nothing. No, there was a valley.
In other words, what I want to say is that Iâve become a girl.
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ãKyaa! What happened, Nicole? Why are you screaming all of suddenã
To me who suddenly fell into a panic, Maria immediately inspected me with a worried expression. However, thereâs no problem with my body.
No, for me thereâs all kind of problems, but for her, itâs just a normal occurrence.
After replacing my diapers in a hurry, I was lying face down while sobbing.
A feared assassin who was once called the Shadow Wing ...became a girl? What kind of ridiculous story is that?!
I who freely controlled Mythril steel threads, which are said to be sharper than the Holy Sword, and was even able to trap the evil dragon Colchis ...
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ãI donât quite understand, but... why are you crying?ã
Maria taps my back trying to comfort me.
Sheâs still the same as in my previous life, however this kindness is now making me sad.
Now that I think about it, Nicole is a name that is both for men and women, but is mostly used for women.
Iâm really stupid for not noticing this until now... No, I couldnât confirm my own gender by myself because of this babyâs body.
Being born as a girl, that is. For half a year, I didnât notice this fact.
In my previous life: I was born as a man, a talentless failure using swords, and chose to master the steel thread art as my fighting style.
In my current life: Born as a woman, inherited my extremely talented parentsâ blood, and will be receiving education from heroes.
I could say that my completely opposite life has started at this moment. | {
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I wanted to give you a current picture of the economy.
That's what I have behind myself.
But of course what we have to remember is this.
And what you have to think about is, when you're dancing in the flames, what's next?
So what I'm going to try to do in the next 17 and a half minutes is I'm going to talk first about the flames -- where we are in the economy -- and then I'm going to take three trends that have taken place at TED over the last 25 years and that will take place in this conference and I will try and bring them together.
And I will try and give you a sense of what the ultimate reboot looks like.
Those three trends are the ability to engineer cells, the ability to engineer tissues, and robots.
And somehow it will all make sense.
But anyway, let's start with the economy.
There's a couple of really big problems that are still sitting there.
One is leverage.
And the problem with leverage is it makes the U.S. financial system look like this.
So, a normal commercial bank has nine to 10 times leverage.
That means for every dollar you deposit, it loans out about nine or 10.
A normal investment bank is not a deposit bank, it's an investment bank; it has 15 to 20 times.
It turns out that B of A in September had 32 times.
And your friendly Citibank had 47 times.
Oops.
That means every bad loan goes bad 47 times over.
And that, of course, is the reason why all of you are making such generous and wonderful donations to these nice folks.
And as you think about that, you've got to wonder: so what do banks have in store for you now?
It ain't pretty.
The government, meanwhile, has been acting like Santa Claus.
We all love Santa Claus, right?
But the problem with Santa Clause is, if you look at the mandatory spending of what these folks have been doing and promising folks, it turned out that in 1967, 38 percent was mandatory spending on what we call "entitlements."
And then by 2007 it was 68 percent.
And we weren't supposed to run into 100 percent until about 2030.
Except we've been so busy giving away a trillion here, a trillion there, that we've brought that date of reckoning forward to about 2017.
And we thought we were going to be able to lay these debts off on our kids, but, guess what?
We're going to start to pay them.
And the problem with this stuff is, now that the bill's come due, it turns out Santa isn't quite as cute when it's summertime.
Right?
Here's some advice from one of the largest investors in the United States.
This guy runs the China Investment Corporation.
He is the main buyer of U.S. Treasury bonds.
And he gave an interview in December.
Here's his first bit of advice.
And here's his second bit of advice.
And, by the way, the Chinese Prime Minister reiterated this at Davos last Sunday.
This stuff is getting serious enough that if we don't start paying attention to the deficit, we're going to end up losing the dollar.
And then all bets are off.
Let me show you what it looks like.
I think I can safely say that I'm the only trillionaire in this room.
This is an actual bill.
And it's 10 triliion dollars.
The only problem with this bill is it's not really worth very much.
That was eight bucks last week, four bucks this week, a buck next week.
And that's what happens to currencies when you don't stand behind them.
So the next time somebody as cute as this shows up on your doorstep, and sometimes this creature's called Chrysler and sometimes Ford and sometimes ... whatever you want -- you've just got to say no.
And you've got to start banishing a word that's called "entitlement."
And the reason we have to do that in the short term is because we have just run out of cash.
If you look at the federal budget, this is what it looks like.
The orange slice is what's discretionary.
Everything else is mandated.
It makes no difference if we cut out the bridges to Alaska in the overall scheme of things.
So what we have to start thinking about doing is capping our medical spending because that's a monster that's simply going to eat the entire budget.
We've got to start thinking about asking people to retire a little bit later.
If you're 60 to 65 you retire on time.
Your 401 just got nailed.
If you're 50 to 60 we want you to work two years more.
If you're under 50 we want you to work four more years.
The reason why that's reasonable is, when your grandparents were given Social Security, they got it at 65 and were expected to check out at 68.
Sixty-eight is young today.
We've also got to cut the military about three percent a year.
We've got to limit other mandatory spending.
We've got to quit borrowing as much, because otherwise the interest is going to eat that whole pie.
And we've got to end up with a smaller government.
And if we don't start changing this trend line, we are going to lose the dollar and start to look like Iceland.
I got what you're thinking.
This is going to happen when hell freezes over.
But let me remind you this December it did snow in Vegas.
Here's what happens if you don't address this stuff.
So, Japan had a fiscal real estate crisis And its 225 largest companies today are worth one quarter of what they were 18 years ago.
We don't fix this now, how would you like to see a Dow 3,500 in 2026?
Because that's the consequence of not dealing with this stuff.
And unless you want this person to not just become the CFO of Florida, but the United States, we'd better deal with this stuff.
That's the short term. That's the flame part.
That's the financial crisis.
Now, right behind the financial crisis there's a second and bigger wave that we need to talk about.
That wave is much larger, much more powerful, and that's of course the wave of technology.
And what's really important in this stuff is, as we cut, we also have to grow.
Among other things, because startup companies are .02 percent of U.S. GDP investmentm and they're about 17.8 percent of output.
It's groups like that in this room that generate the future of the U.S. economy.
And that's what we've got to keep growing.
We don't have to keep growing these bridges to nowhere.
So let's bring a romance novelist into this conversation.
And that's where these three trends come together.
That's where the ability to engineer microbes, the ability to engineer tissues, and the ability to engineer robots begin to lead to a reboot.
And let me recap some of the stuff you've seen.
Craig Venter showed up last year and showed you the first fully programmable cell that acts like hardware where you can insert DNA and have it boot up as a different species.
In parallel, the folks at MIT have been building a standard registry of biological parts.
So think of it as a Radio Shack for biology.
You can go out and get your proteins, your RNA, your DNA, whatever.
And start building stuff.
In 2006 they brought together high school students and college students and started to build these little odd creatures.
They just happened to be alive instead of circuit boards.
Here was one of the first things they built.
So, cells have this cycle.
First they don't grow.
Then they grow exponentially.
Then they stop growing.
Graduate students wanted a way of telling which stage they were in.
So they engineered these cells so that when they're growing in the exponential phase, they would smell like wintergreen.
And when they stopped growing they would smell like bananas.
And you could tell very easily when your experiment was working and wasn't, and where it was in the phase.
This got a bit more complicated two years later.
Twenty-one countries came together. Dozens of teams.
They started competing.
The team from Rice University started to engineer the substance in red wine that makes red wine good for you into beer.
So you take resveratrol and you put it into beer.
Of course, one of the judges is wandering by, and he goes, "Wow! Cancer-fighting beer! There is a God."
The team from Taiwan was a little bit more ambitious.
They tried to engineer bacterias in such a way that they would act as your kidneys.
Four years ago, I showed you this picture.
And people oohed and ahhed, because Cliff Tabin had been able to grow an extra wing on a chicken.
And that was very cool stuff back then.
But now moving from bacterial engineering to tissue engineering, let me show you what's happened in that period of time.
Two years ago, you saw this creature.
An almost-extinct animal from Xochimilco, Mexico called an axolotl that can re-generate its limbs.
You can freeze half its heart. It regrows.
You can freeze half the brain. It regrows.
It's almost like leaving Congress.
But now, you don't have to have the animal itself to regenerate, because you can build cloned mice molars in Petri dishes.
And, of course if you can build mice molars in Petri dishes, you can grow human molars in Petri dishes.
This should not surprise you, right?
I mean, you're born with no teeth.
You give away all your teeth to the tooth fairy.
You re-grow a set of teeth.
But then if you lose one of those second set of teeth, they don't regrow, unless, if you're a lawyer.
But, of course, for most of us, we know how to grow teeth, and therefore we can take adult stem teeth, put them on a biodegradable mold, re-grow a tooth, and simply implant it.
And we can do it with other things.
So, a Spanish woman who was dying of T.B. had a donor trachea, they took all the cells off the trachea, they spraypainted her stem cells onto that cartilage.
She regrew her own trachea, and 72 hours later it was implanted.
She's now running around with her kids.
This is going on in Tony Atala's lab in Wake Forest where he is re-growing ears for injured soldiers, and he's also re-growing bladders.
So there are now nine women walking around Boston with re-grown bladders, which is much more pleasant than walking around with a whole bunch of plastic bags for the rest of your life.
This is kind of getting boring, right?
I mean, you understand where this story's going.
But, I mean it gets more interesting.
Last year, this group was able to take all the cells off a heart, leaving just the cartilage.
Then, they sprayed stem cells onto that heart, from a mouse.
Those stem cells self-organized, and that heart started to beat.
Life happens.
This may be one of the ultimate papers.
This was done in Japan and in the U.S., published at the same time, and it rebooted skin cells into stem cells, last year.
That meant that you can take the stuff right here, and turn it into almost anything in your body.
And this is becoming common, it's moving very quickly, it's moving in a whole series of places.
Third trend: robots.
Those of us of a certain age grew up expecting that by now we would have Rosie the Robot from "The Jetsons" in our house.
And all we've got is a Roomba.
We also thought we'd have this robot to warn us of danger.
Didn't happen.
And these were robots engineered for a flat world, right?
So, Rosie runs around on skates and the other one ran on flat threads.
If you don't have a flat world, that's not good, which is why the robot's we're designing today are a little different.
This is Boston Dynamics' "BigDog."
And this is about as close as you can get to a physical Turing test.
O.K., so let me remind you, a Turing test is where you've got a wall, you're talking to somebody on the other side of the wall, and when you don't know if that thing is human or animal -- that's when computers have reached human intelligence.
This is not an intelligence Turing rest, but this is as close as you can get to a physical Turing test.
And this stuff is moving very quickly, and by the way, that thing can carry about 350 pounds of weight.
These are not the only interesting robots.
You've also got flies, the size of flies, that are being made by Robert Wood at Harvard.
You've got Stickybots that are being made at Stanford.
And as you bring these things together, as you bring cells, biological tissue engineering and mechanics together, you begin to get some really odd questions.
In the last Olympics, this gentleman, who had several world records in the Special Olympics, tried to run in the normal Olympics.
The only issue with Oscar Pistorius is he was born without bones in the lower part of his legs.
He came within about a second of qualifying.
He sued to be allowed to run, and he won the suit, but didn't qualify by time.
Next Olympics, you can bet that Oscar, or one of Oscar's successors, is going to make the time.
And two or three Olympics after that, they are going to be unbeatable.
And as you bring these trends together, and as you think of what it means to take people who are profoundly deaf, who can now begin to hear -- I mean, remember the evolution of hearing aids, right?
I mean, your grandparents had these great big cones, and then your parents had these odd boxes that would squawk at odd times during dinner, and now we have these little buds that nobody sees.
And now you have cochlear implants that go into people's heads and allow the deaf to begin to hear.
Now, they can't hear as well as you and I can.
But, in 10 or 15 machine generations they will, and these are machine generations, not human generations.
And about two or three years after they can hear as well as you and I can, they'll be able to hear maybe how bats sing, or how whales talk, or how dogs talk, and other types of tonal scales.
They'll be able to focus their hearing, they'll be able to increase the sensitivity, decrease the sensitivity, do a series of things that we can't do.
And the same thing is happening in eyes.
This is a group in Germany that's beginning to engineer eyes so that people who are blind can begin to see light and dark.
Very primitive.
And then they'll be able to see shape.
And then they'll be able to see color, and then they'll be able to see in definition, and one day, they'll see as well as you and I can.
And a couple of years after that, they'll be able to see in ultraviolet, they'll be able to see in infrared, they'll be able to focus their eyes, they'll be able to come into a microfocus.
They'll do stuff you and I can't do.
All of these things are coming together, and it's a particularly important thing to understand, as we worry about the flames of the present, to keep an eye on the future.
And, of course, the future is looking back 200 years, because next week is the 200th anniversary of Darwin's birth.
And it's the 150th anniversary of the publication of "The Origin of Species."
And Darwin, of course, argued that evolution is a natural state.
It is a natural state in everything that is alive, including hominids.
There have actually been 22 species of hominids that have been around, have evolved, have wandered in different places, have gone extinct.
It is common for hominids to evolve.
And that's the reason why, as you look at the hominid fossil record, erectus, and heidelbergensis, and floresiensis, and Neanderthals, and Homo sapiens, all overlap.
The common state of affairs is to have overlapping versions of hominids, not one.
And as you think of the implications of that, here's a brief history of the universe.
The universe was created 13.7 billion years ago, and then you created all the stars, and all the planets, and all the galaxies, and all the Milky Ways.
And then you created Earth about 4.5 billion years ago, and then you got life about four billion years ago, and then you got hominids about 0.006 billion years ago, and then you got our version of hominids about 0.0015 billion years ago.
Ta-dah!
Maybe the reason for thr creation of the universe, and all the galaxies, and all the planets, and all the energy, and all the dark energy, and all the rest of stuff is to create what's in this room.
Maybe not.
That would be a mildly arrogant viewpoint.
So, if that's not the purpose of the universe, then what's next?
I think what we're going to see is we're going to see a different species of hominid.
I think we're going to move from a Homo sapiens into a Homo evolutis.
And I think this isn't 1,000 years out.
I think most of us are going to glance at it, and our grandchildren are going to begin to live it.
And a Homo evolutis brings together these three trends into a hominid that takes direct and deliberate control over the evolution of his species, her species and other species.
And that, of course, would be the ultimate reboot.
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ã¿ã㪠ããããšã | She was 105 years old when I took this picture.
She was always saying things that made me stop and think, like, "Time may be a great healer, but it ain't no beauty specialist."
She said, "Be good to your friends.
Why, without them, you'd be a total stranger."
This is one of her songs.
Let's see if we can get into the flow here and all do this one together.
And I'm going to have Michael Manring play bass with me.
Give him a big old hand.
One, two, three, four.
Well, my true love's a black-eyed daisy; if I don't see her, I go crazy.
My true love lives up the river; a few more jumps and I'll be with her.
Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie! Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie!
Hey, hey black-eyed Susie, hey.
Now you've got to picture Aunt Zip at 105 years old in Sodom, North Carolina.
I'd go up and learn these old songs from her.
She couldn't sing much, couldn't play anymore.
And I'd pull her out on the front porch.
Down below, there was her grandson plowing the tobacco field with a mule.
A double outhouse over here on the side.
And we'd sing this old song. She didn't have a whole lot of energy, so I'd sing, "Hey, hey!" and she'd just answer back with, "Black-eyed Susie."
Oh, hey, hey, black-eyed Susie! Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie!
Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie, hey.
Well, she and I went blackberry picking.
She got mad; I took a licking.
Ducks on the millpond, geese in the ocean, Devil in the pretty girl when she takes a notion.
Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie! Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie!
Hey, hey black-eyed Susie, hey.
Let's have the banjo.
Well, we'll get married next Thanksgiving.
I'll lay around; she'll make a living.
She'll cook blackjacks, I'll cook gravy; we'll have chicken someday, maybe.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie, hey!
One more time now.
Oh, hey, hey, black-eyed Susie! Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie!
Hey, hey, black-eyed Susie, hey.
Thank you, Michael.
This is Ralph Stanley.
When I was going to college at University of California at Santa Barbara in the College of Creative Studies, taking majors in biology and art, he came to the campus.
This was in 1968, I guess it was.
And he played his bluegrass style of music, but near the end of the concert, he played the old timing style of banjo picking that came from Africa, along with the banjo.
It's called claw-hammer style, that he had learned from his mother and grandmother.
I fell in love with that.
I went up to him and said, how can I learn that?
He said, well, you can go back to Clinch Mountain, where I'm from, or Asheville or Mount Airy, North Carolina -- some place that has a lot of music.
Because there's a lot of old people still living that play that old style.
So I went back that very summer.
I just fell in love with the culture and the people.
And you know, I came back to school, I finished my degrees and told my parents I wanted to be a banjo player.
You can imagine how excited they were.
So I thought I would just like to show you some of the pictures I've taken of some of my mentors.
Just a few of them, but maybe you'll get just a little hint of some of these folks.
And play a little banjo. Let's do a little medley.
Those last few pictures were of Ray Hicks, who just passed away last year.
He was one of the great American folk tale-tellers.
The Old Jack tales that he had learned -- he talked like this, you could hardly understand him. But it was really wonderful.
And he lived in that house that his great-grandfather had built.
No running water, no electricity. A wonderful, wonderful guy.
And you can look at more pictures.
I've actually got a website that's got a bunch of photos that I've done of some of the other folks I didn't get a chance to show you.
This instrument came up in those pictures. It's called the mouth bow.
It is definitely the first stringed instrument ever in the world, and still played in the Southern mountains.
Now, the old timers didn't take a fancy guitar string and make anything like this.
They would just take a stick and a catgut and string it up.
It was hard on the cats, but it made a great little instrument.
It sounds something like this.
Well, have you heard the many stories told by young and old with joy about the many deeds of daring that were done by the Johnson boys?
You take Kate, I'll take Sal; we'll both have a Johnson gal.
You take Kate, I'll take Sal; we'll both have a Johnson gal.
Now, they were scouts in the rebels' army, they were known both far and wide.
When the Yankees saw them coming, they'd lay down their guns and hide.
You take Kate, I'll take Sal; we'll both have a Johnson gal.
You take Kate, I'll take Sal; we'll both have a Johnson gal.
Ain't that a sound?
Well, it was 1954, I guess it was.
We were driving in the car outside of Gatesville, Texas, where I grew up in the early part of my life.
Outside of Gatesville we were coming back from the grocery store.
My mom was driving; my brother and I were in the back seat.
We were really mad at my mom. We looked out the window.
We were surrounded by thousands of acres of cotton fields.
You see, we'd just been to the grocery store, and my mom refused to buy us the jar of Ovaltine that had the coupon for the Captain Midnight decoder ring in it.
And, buddy, that made us mad.
Well, my mom didn't put up with much either, and she was driving, and she said, "You boys! You think you can have anything you want.
You don't know how hard it is to earn money. Your dad works so hard.
You think money grows on trees. You've never worked a day in your lives.
You boys make me so mad. You're going to get a job this summer."
She pulled the car over; she said, "Get out of the car."
My brother and I stepped out of the car.
We were standing on the edge of thousands of acres of cotton.
There were about a hundred black folks out there picking.
My mom grabbed us by the shoulders. She marched us out in the field.
She went up to the foreman; she said, "I've got these two little boys never worked a day in their lives."
Of course, we were just eight and 10.
She said, "Would you put them to work?"
Well, that must have seemed like a funny idea to that foreman: put these two middle-class little white boys out in a cotton field in August in Texas -- it's hot.
So he gave us each a cotton sack, about 10 feet long, about that big around, and we started picking.
Now, cotton is soft but the outside of the plant is just full of stickers.
And if you don't know what you're doing, your hands are bleeding in no time.
And my brother and I started to pick it, and our hands were startin' to bleed, and then -- "Mom!"
And Mom was just sitting by the car like this.
She wasn't going to give up.
Well, the foreman could see he was in over his head, I guess.
He kind of just snuck up behind us and he sang out in a low voice.
He just sang: "Well, there's a long white robe in heaven, I know.
Don't want it to leave me behind.
Well, there's a long white robe in heaven, I know.
Don't want it to leave me behind."
And from all around as people started singing and answering back, he sang: "Good news, good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
And I don't want it to leave me behind."
Now, my brother and I had never heard anything like that in our whole lives. It was so beautiful.
We sat there all day picking cotton, without complaining, without crying, while they sang things like: "Oh, Mary, don't you weep, don't you moan" and "Wade in the water," and "I done done," "This little light of mine."
Finally, by the end of the day, we'd each picked about a quarter of a bag of cotton.
But the foreman was kind enough to give us each a check for a dollar, but my mother would never let us cash it.
I'm 57; still have the check.
Now, my mother hoped that we learned from that the value of hard work.
But if you have children, you know it doesn't often work that way.
No, we learned something else.
The first thing I learned that day was that I never ever wanted to work that hard again.
And pretty much never did.
But I also learned that some people in this world do have to work that hard every day, and that was an eye-opener.
And I also learned that a great song can make hard work go a little easier.
And it also can bring the group together in a way that nothing else can.
Now, I was just a little eight-year-old boy that day when my mama put me out of the car in that hot Texas cotton field.
I wasn't even aware of music -- not even aware of it.
But that day in the cotton field out there picking, when those people started singing, I realized I was in the very heart of real music, and that's where I've wanted to be ever since.
Try this old song with me. I sing: Well, there's a long white robe in heaven, I know.
You sing: Don't want it to leave me behind.
Well, there's a long white robe in heaven, I know.
Don't want it to leave me behind.
Good news, good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
And I don't want it to leave me -- It's been a while since you guys have been picking your last bale of cotton, isn't it?
Let's try it one more time.
There's a starry crown in heaven, I know.
Don't want it to leave me behind.
There's a starry crown in heaven, I know.
Don't want it to leave me behind.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
And I don't want it to leave me behind.
It was a few years ago, but I sort of remembered this story, and I told it at a concert.
My mom was in the audience.
After the -- she was glad to have a story about herself, of course, but after the concert she came up and she said, "David, I've got to tell you something.
I set that whole thing up.
I set it up with the foreman. I set it up with the owner of the land.
I just wanted you boys to learn the value of hard work.
I didn't know it was going to make you fall in love with music though."
Let's try. Good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
Good news: Chariot's coming.
And I don't want it to leave me behind.
Well, this is the steel guitar. It's an American-made instrument.
It was originally made by the Dopyera Brothers, who later on made the Dobro, which is a wood-bodied instrument with a metal cone for -- where the sound comes from.
It's usually played flat on your lap.
It was made to play Hawaiian music back in the 1920s, before they had electric guitars, trying to make a loud guitar.
And then African-American folks figured out you could take a broken bottle neck, just like that -- a nice Merlot works very well.
That wine we had yesterday would have been perfect.
Break it off, put it on your finger, and slide into the notes.
This instrument pretty much saved my life.
Fifteen years ago, 14 years ago, I guess, this year, my wife and I lost our daughter, Sarah Jane, in a car accident, and it was the most -- it almost took me out -- it almost took me out of this world.
And I think I learned a lot about what happiness was by going through such unbelievable grief, just standing on the edge of that abyss and just wanting to jump in.
I had to make lists of reasons to stay alive.
I had to sit down and make lists, because I was ready to go; I was ready to check out of this world.
And you know, at the top of the list, of course, were Jenny, and my son, Zeb, my parents -- I didn't want to hurt them.
But then, when I thought about it beyond that, it was very simple things.
I didn't care about -- I had a radio show, I have a radio show on public radio, "Riverwalk," I didn't care about that. I didn't care about awards or money or anything.
Nothing. Nothing.
On the list it would be stuff like, seeing the daffodils bloom in the spring, the smell of new-mown hay, catching a wave and bodysurfing, the touch of a baby's hand, the sound of Doc Watson playing the guitar, listening to old records of Muddy Waters and Uncle Dave Macon.
And for me, the sound of a steel guitar, because one of my parents' neighbors just gave me one of these things.
And I would sit around with it, and I didn't know how to play it, but I would just play stuff as sad as I could play.
And it was the only instrument that, of all the ones that I play, that would really make that connection.
This is a song that came out of that.
Well, I hear you're having trouble.
Lord, I hate to hear that news.
If you want to talk about it, you know, I will listen to you through.
Words no longer say it; let me tell you what I always do.
I just break off another bottleneck and play these steel guitar blues.
People say, "Oh, snap out of it!"
Oh yeah, that's easier said than done.
While you can hardly move, they're running around having all kinds of fun.
Sometimes I think it's better just to sink way down in your funky mood 'til you can rise up humming these steel guitar blues.
Now, you can try to keep it all inside with drink and drugs and cigarettes, but you know that's not going to get you where you want to get.
But I got some medicine here that just might shake things loose.
Call me in the morning after a dose of these steel guitar blues.
Open up now.
Oh, I think I've got time to tell you about this. My dad was an inventor.
We moved to California when Sputnik went up, in 1957.
And he was working on gyroscopes; he has a number of patents for that kind of thing.
And we moved across the street from Michael and John Whitney.
They were about my age.
John went on, and Michael did too, to become some of the inventors of computer animation.
Michael's dad was working on something called the computer.
This was 1957, I was a little 10-year-old kid; I didn't know what that was. But he took me down to see one, you know, what they were making. It was like a library, just full of vacuum tubes as far as you could see, just floors and floors of these things, and one of the engineers said, some day you're going to be able to put this thing in your pocket.
I thought, damn, those are going to be some big pants!
So that Christmas -- maybe I've got time for this -- that Christmas I got the Mister Wizard Fun-o-Rama chemistry set.
Well, I wanted to be an inventor just like my dad; so did Michael.
His great-granddad had been Eli Whitney, the inventor of the cotton gin.
So we looked in that -- this was a commercial chemistry set.
It had three chemicals we were really surprised to see: sulfur, potassium nitrate and charcoal.
Man, we were only 10, but we knew that made gunpowder.
We made up a little batch and we put it on the driveway and we threw a match and phew, it flared up. Ah, it was great.
Well, obviously the next thing to do was build a cannon.
So we went over into Michael's garage -- his dad had all kinds of stuff, and we put a pipe in the vice there, and screwed a cap on the end of the pipe, drilled a hole in the back of the pipe, took some of our firecrackers, and -- down in that hole -- and then stuffed some of our gunpowder down that pipe and put three ball bearings on the top, in the garage.
We weren't stupid: we put up a sheet of plywood about five feet in front of it.
We stood back, we lit that thing, and they flew out of there -- they went through that plywood like it was paper.
Through the garage.
Two of them landed in the side door of his new Citroen.
We tore everything down and buried it in his backyard.
That was Pacific Palisades; it probably is still there, back there.
Well, my brother heard that we had made gunpowder.
He and his buddies, they were older, and they were pretty mean.
They said they were going to beat us up if we didn't make some gunpowder for them.
We said, well, what are you going to do with it?
They said, we're going to melt it down and make rocket fuel.
Sure. We'll make you a big batch.
So we made them a big batch, and it was in my -- now, we'd just moved here. We'd just moved to California.
Mom had redone the kitchen; Mom was gone that day. We had a pie tin.
It became Chris Berquist's job to do the melting down.
Michael and I were standing way at the side of the kitchen.
He said, "Yeah, hey, it's melting. Yeah, the sulfur's melting.
No problem. Yeah, you know."
It just flared up, and he turned around, and he looked like this.
No hair, no eyelashes, no nothing.
There were big welts all over my mom's kitchen cabinet; the air was the just full of black smoke.
She came home, she took that chemistry set away, and we never saw it again.
But we thought of it often, because every time she'd cook tuna surprise it made -- tasted faintly of gunpowder.
So I like to invent things too, and I think I'll close out my set with something I invented a good while back.
When drum machines were new, I got to thinking, why couldn't you take the oldest form of music, the hambone rhythms, and combine it with the newest technology?
I call this Thunderwear.
At that time, drum triggers were new.
And so I put them all together and sewed 12 of them in this suit.
I showed you some of the hambone rhythms yesterday; I'm going to be doing some of the same ones.
I have a trigger here, trigger here, here, here. Right there.
It's going to really hurt if I don't take that off. Okay.
Now, the drum triggers go out my tail here, into the drum machine, and they can make various sounds, like drums.
So let me put them all together. And also, I can change the sounds by stepping on this pedal right here, and -- let me just close out here by doing you a little hambone solo or something like this.
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Victor yelled at something unseen. We waited a few moments for a response, but nothing came back.
Iâd like to think it was a natural disaster or something, but it was definitely thrown on purpose.
âWow, itâs funny that theyâre trying to pick a fight with us.â
Leonâs mouth turned into a wry grin, while Victor turned a challenging eye on Duke-sama and asked.
âHow do we find the enemy?â
âWe wait for them to attack us.â
âCan you dodge all their attacks? What makes you so special that youâre willing to let them get to you first?â
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âDonât get carried away just because you can use magic.â
Victor smiled at Duke-sama, who was not in the least bit impatient.
âIâm going to get us out of here without using magic.â
âHeh, thatâll be interesting to see.â
Could it be that Victor and Duke-sama donât get along?
If anything, Duke-sama might be a good match for Vian, though.
âHere they come!â
At Leonâs words, everyone prepared for battle.
The situation was tense because no one knew where the attack would come from. We have to be alert in all directions. Fighting an invisible foe was terrifying, to be honest.
Thanks to the light sleep, my strength recovered a little, but I still havenât regained my magic power.
And I was hungry. I wanted to eat a large amount of macarons.
I yawned. It was at that moment that I heard, âKid!â Victorâs shout echoed in my ears.
Suddenly, a figure falls from the sky. At the same time, the figure takes a firm, crab-like stance on the ground and brandishes a large, long scythe at me at a ridiculous speed.
Bending at the waist as hard as I can, I dodged the first swing. I continued to do a backflip and distanced myself from the enemy.
The opponent stopped moving, possibly because he didnât expect me to avoid the attack. I slowly took in the enemyâs distinct appearance.
Its entire body was covered in brown fur, and it wore a mask that appeared to be made of wood, so I could not see its true face. The mask was painted with a strange pattern in red paint.
Could it be a traditional mask?
I looked around and saw that we were surrounded by them. Except for the one in front of me, all the others wore masks with orange patterns.
Oh, maybe this was the leader I was dealing with? Thatâs great!
I may be lucky. The head seemed to be willing to fight with me as well!
âAre you okay?â
âOf course I am.â
Duke-samaâs words made me smile.
âDo you know these guys?â
âNo, I donât know them. Iâve never even heard of these creepy, weird guys, nor have I met them before.â
Victor answered Duke-samaâs question with a frown.
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Still, I could understand her point. I had to keep in mind to restrain myself enough to not cause her needless worry.
âWith everything said, whoâd think a bunch of kids would manage to subjugate a Mountain Serpent! As expected of my daughter.â
âAh, I mean, yeah, you shouldnât worry us so much. Yup, thatâs what I wanted to say.â
He was puffing his chest one moment, but Mariaâs single word made him wither away. Dude, you are a Hero. Have some backbone, will ya?
Then again, I could relate to him. Maria was frightening if angered.
For example, she would intentionally make her healing magic feel painful...
The healing magic system had a type of magic that boosted oneâs natural healing power, but that also came with the sense of pain that naturally accompanies healing. Usually, that pain was reduced through spells, but it was plenty possible to make it even more painful instead. Apparently, some people even used that as a torture method.
âEnough about that. Just save me, Dad.â
âSorry, Nicole... Daddy canât win against that Demon Lord.â
âWho are you calling a Demon Lord!â
âBut Mom, my legs are going numb already.â
âTough it out.â
And there came my ultimate weapon. I looked up at Maria with teary eyes. There was no parent that could withstand this!
âUgh, f-fine then... But donât do anything reckless from now on, you hear?â
âLoud and clear.â
Of course, I had no plans to go along with that, but if I didnât back down here, it would turn into a needless tug-of-war.
As Mariaâs anger subsided, it was finally time for our family to sit down and have tea. Incidentally, after that Cortina was dragged away by Maria. I felt it was unfair for just me to get scolded, so I hoped sheâd fully enjoy her fair share of it.
Following that, I got stuck with explaining to Lyell the details of how I defeated the Mountain Serpent. I wasnât the one who defeated it, though.
A week has passed since then. I chose a day-off and asked Maxwell to set up an appointment with Elliot. If I managed to seize his heart there, his attachment to the real me should fade.
This time, Maxwell would be accompanying me this time as support. Naturally, without showing himself, that is.
Still, that guy was already head over heels for my adult self, so this should be an easy mission.
â...There was a time I was convinced of that.â
I muttered to myself and heaved a big sigh.
Instead of Elliot, there were three Adventurer-looking guys around me. Moreover, they had me surrounded so I wouldnât run away.
âHey, how âbout you ditch whoever youâre waiting for and talk with us?â
âWhat he said. We are third-rank adventurers, you know? Our futures are guaranteed.â
âExactly! If you come to us, no monster or banditâs gonna lay a hand on you!â
They were going on and on about their strength and future prospects. But think about it. There was no man in this world with prospects like mine. After all, my parents were members of the Six Heroes. Even
was a Hero inside. Not to mention, a descendant of a Goddess.
Who could possibly outmatch me? Even if you ignore everything, our appearances just didnât suit each other.
In my current adult mode, I looked like a breathtaking beauty. Some dusty Adventurers were clearly out of place next to me.
I stood out to that extent now. A petite, silver-haired beauty clad in an attire resembling the national elven wear. My lovely and ephemeral appearance is simply stunning, even if I say so myself.
So, well, I understand why they would want to approach me, but I was honestly getting annoyed already. Since I was on an appointment, I didnât want to be seen acting violent... But they were getting way too over-familiar with me, which made me want to remove them with force.
In the first place, third-ranked Adventurers were commonplace. With Adventurers, there were seven ranks in total. In the past, they apparently used colors instead, but it was a bit hard to tell them apart with just that so now they used numbers.
The higher the number, the stronger they were. First rank adventurers were basically amateurs. At rank two, they finally reached the beginner level. And at rank three, they were considered ordinary Adventurers.
In other words, these bunch had nothing to boast about.
âUm, I donât feel comfortable...â
He decided to be even more over-familiar and try to put a hand on my shoulder. But I wasnât going to take any more of that. Grab his wrist and pin him down... Is what I was about to do, but he suddenly disappeared before my eyes.
No, to be more accurate, he got blasted away. A pillar of fire suddenly exploded under his feet, throwing him up higher than the roofs of the buildings. And the same explosion happened two more times.
âAh, Maxwellâs doing, I take?â
Since he was following me, he could also see these buttinskies. That geezer wouldnât let anyone get in the way of his plans.
âGood grief. It appears that being too beautiful is a sin as well.â
âEek!?â
Hearing a low whisper close to my ears almost made me scream. I looked around but couldnât find him anywhere. Nevertheless, it was his voice alright.
âI am using Concealment magic. It disallows me from moving about too much, however.â
âI was sure no one was around, you know...â
I retorted to him as he revealed his tricks. I hadnât taken a single step from the place of appointment. And I was sure that no one was around. Even if they were concealing themselves, I was able to sense their presence.
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You cannot turn them off with a switch.
Tell your kids.") It all sort of started as a benign mistake, like penicillin. What I really wanted was to be a graphic designer at one of the big design firms in New York City.
But upon arrival there, in the fall of 1986, and doing a lot of interviews, I found that the only thing I was offered was to be Assistant to the Art Director at Alfred A. Knopf, a book publisher.
Now I was stupid, but not so stupid that I turned it down.
I had absolutely no idea what I was about to become part of, and I was incredibly lucky.
Soon, it had occurred to me what my job was.
My job was to ask this question: "What do the stories look like?"
Because that is what Knopf is.
It is the story factory, one of the very best in the world.
We bring stories to the public.
The stories can be anything, and some of them are actually true.
But they all have one thing in common: They all need to look like something.
They all need a face.
Why? To give you a first impression of what you are about to get into.
A book designer gives form to content, manages a very careful balance between the two.
Now, the first day of my graphic design training at Penn State University, the teacher, Lanny Sommese, came into the room and he drew a picture of an apple on the blackboard, and wrote the word "Apple" underneath, and he said, "OK. Lesson one. Listen up."
And he covered up the picture and he said, "You either say this," and then he covered up the word, "or you show this.
But you don't do this."
Because this is treating your audience like a moron.
And they deserve better. And lo and behold, soon enough, I was able to put this theory to the test on two books that I was working on for Knopf.
The first was Katharine Hepburn's memoirs, and the second was a biography of Marlene Dietrich.
Now the Hepburn book was written in a very conversational style, it was like she was sitting across a table telling it all to you.
The Dietrich book was an observation by her daughter; it was a biography.
So the Hepburn story is words and the Dietrich story is pictures, and so we did this.
So there you are.
Pure content and pure form, side by side.
No fighting, ladies.
Now, what is the story here?
Someone is re-engineering dinosaurs by extracting their DNA from prehistoric amber.
Genius!
Now, luckily for me, I live and work in New York City, where there are plenty of dinosaurs.
So, I went to the Museum of Natural History, and I checked out the bones, and I went to the gift shop, and I bought a book.
And I was particularly taken with this page of the book, and more specifically the lower right-hand corner.
Now I took this diagram, and I put it in a Photostat machine, and I took a piece of tracing paper, and I taped it over the Photostat with a piece of Scotch tape -- stop me if I'm going too fast -- -- and then I took a Rapidograph pen -- explain it to the youngsters -- and I just started to reconstitute the dinosaur.
I had no idea what I was doing, I had no idea where I was going, but at some point, I stopped -- when to keep going would seem like I was going too far.
And what I ended up with was a graphic representation of us seeing this animal coming into being.
We're in the middle of the process.
And then I just threw some typography on it.
Very basic stuff, slightly suggestive of public park signage.
Everybody in house loved it, and so off it goes to the author.
And even back then, Michael was on the cutting edge.
That was a relief to see that pour out of the machine.
I miss Michael.
And sure enough, somebody from MCA Universal calls our legal department to see if they can maybe look into buying the rights to the image, just in case they might want to use it.
Well, they used it.
And I was thrilled.
We all know it was an amazing movie, and it was so interesting to see it go out into the culture and become this phenomenon and to see all the different permutations of it.
But not too long ago, I came upon this on the Web.
No, that is not me.
But whoever it is, I can't help but thinking they woke up one day like, "Oh my God, that wasn't there last night. Ooooohh!
I was so wasted."
But if you think about it, from my head to my hands to his leg.
That's a responsibility.
And it's a responsibility that I don't take lightly.
The book designer's responsibility is threefold: to the reader, to the publisher and, most of all, to the author.
I want you to look at the author's book and say, "Wow! I need to read that."
David Sedaris is one of my favorite writers, and the title essay in this collection is about his trip to a nudist colony.
And the reason he went is because he had a fear of his body image, and he wanted to explore what was underlying that.
For me, it was simply an excuse to design a book that you could literally take the pants off of.
But when you do, you don't get what you expect.
You get something that goes much deeper than that.
And David especially loved this design because at book signings, which he does a lot of, he could take a magic marker and do this.
Hello!
Augusten Burroughs wrote a memoir called ["Dry"], and it's about his time in rehab.
In his 20s, he was a hotshot ad executive, and as Mad Men has told us, a raging alcoholic.
He did not think so, however, but his coworkers did an intervention and they said, "You are going to rehab, or you will be fired and you will die."
Now to me, this was always going to be a typographic solution, what I would call the opposite of Type 101.
What does that mean?
Usually on the first day of Introduction to Typography, you get the assignment of, select a word and make it look like what it says it is. So that's Type 101, right?
Very simple stuff.
This is going to be the opposite of that.
I want this book to look like it's lying to you, desperately and hopelessly, the way an alcoholic would.
The answer was the most low-tech thing you can imagine.
I set up the type, I printed it out on an Epson printer with water-soluble ink, taped it to the wall and threw a bucket of water at it. Presto!
Then when we went to press, the printer put a spot gloss on the ink and it really looked like it was running.
Not long after it came out, Augusten was waylaid in an airport and he was hiding out in the bookstore spying on who was buying his books.
And this woman came up to it, and she squinted, and she took it to the register, and she said to the man behind the counter, "This one's ruined."
And the guy behind the counter said, "I know, lady. They all came in that way."
Now, that's a good printing job.
A book cover is a distillation.
It is a haiku, if you will, of the story.
This particular story is his epic life of the Buddha, and it's eight volumes in all. But the best thing is when it's on your shelf, you get a shelf life of the Buddha, moving from one age to the next.
All of these solutions derive their origins from the text of the book, but once the book designer has read the text, then he has to be an interpreter and a translator.
This story was a real puzzle.
This is what it's about.
All right, so I got a collection of the paintings together and I looked at them and I deconstructed them and I put them back together.
And so, here's the design, right?
And so here's the front and the spine, and it's flat.
But the real story starts when you wrap it around a book and put it on the shelf.
Ahh! We come upon them, the clandestine lovers. Let's draw them out.
Huhh! They've been discovered by the sultan.
He will not be pleased.
Huhh! And now the sultan is in danger.
And now, we have to open it up to find out what's going to happen next.
Try experiencing that on a Kindle.
Don't get me started.
Seriously.
Much is to be gained by eBooks: ease, convenience, portability.
But something is definitely lost: tradition, a sensual experience, the comfort of thingy-ness -- a little bit of humanity.
Do you know what John Updike used to do the first thing when he would get a copy of one of his new books from Alfred A. Knopf?
He'd smell it.
Then he'd run his hand over the rag paper, and the pungent ink and the deckled edges of the pages.
All those years, all those books, he never got tired of it.
Now, I am all for the iPad, but trust me -- smelling it will get you nowhere.
Now the Apple guys are texting, "Develop odor emission plug-in."
And the last story I'm going to talk about is quite a story.
A woman named Aomame in 1984 Japan finds herself negotiating down a spiral staircase off an elevated highway. When she gets to the bottom, she can't help but feel that, all of a sudden, she's entered a new reality that's just slightly different from the one that she left, but very similar, but different.
And so, we're talking about parallel planes of existence, sort of like a book jacket and the book that it covers.
So how do we show this?
We go back to Hepburn and Dietrich, but now we merge them.
So we're talking about different planes, different pieces of paper.
So this is on a semi-transparent piece of velum.
It's one part of the form and content.
When it's on top of the paper board, which is the opposite, it forms this.
So even if you don't know anything about this book, you are forced to consider a single person straddling two planes of existence.
And the object itself invited exploration interaction, consideration and touch.
on the New York Times Best Seller list.
This is unheard of, both for us the publisher, and the author.
We're talking a 900-page book that is as weird as it is compelling, and featuring a climactic scene in which a horde of tiny people emerge from the mouth of a sleeping girl and cause a German Shepherd to explode.
Not exactly Jackie Collins.
Fourteen weeks on the Best Seller list, eight printings, and still going strong.
So even though we love publishing as an art, we very much know it's a business too, and that if we do our jobs right and get a little lucky, that great art can be great business.
So that's my story. To be continued.
What does it look like?
Yes. It can, it does and it will, but for this book designer, page-turner, dog-eared place-holder, notes in the margins-taker, ink-sniffer, the story looks like this.
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ããããšã | How many times have you been told that real, substantial change isn't possible because most people are too selfish, too stupid or too lazy to try to make a difference in their community?
I propose to you today that apathy as we think we know it doesn't actually exist, but rather, that people do care, but that we live in a world that actively discourages engagement by constantly putting obstacles and barriers in our way.
And I'll give you some examples of what I mean.
Let's start with city hall.
You ever see one of these before?
This is a newspaper ad.
It's a notice of a zoning application change for a new office building so the neighborhood knows what's happening.
As you can see, it's impossible to read.
You need to get halfway down to even find out which address they're talking about, and then farther down, in tiny 10-point font, to find out how to actually get involved.
Imagine if the private sector advertised in the same way -- if Nike wanted to sell a pair of shoes and put an ad in the paper like that.
Now that would never happen.
You'll never see an ad like that because Nike actually wants you to buy their shoes.
Whereas the city of Toronto clearly doesn't want you involved with the planning process, otherwise their ads would look something like this -- with all the information basically laid out clearly.
As long as the city's putting out notices like this to try to get people engaged, then of course people aren't going to be engaged.
But that's not apathy; that's intentional exclusion.
Public space.
The manner in which we mistreat our public spaces is a huge obstacle towards any type of progressive political change because we've essentially put a price tag on freedom of expression.
Whoever has the most money gets the loudest voice, dominating the visual and mental environment.
The problem with this model is that there are some amazing messages that need to be said that aren't profitable to say.
So you're never going to see them on a billboard.
The media plays an important role in developing our relationship with political change, mainly by ignoring politics and focusing on celebrities and scandals, but even when they do talk about important political issues, they do it in a way that I feel discourages engagement.
And I'll give you an example: the Now magazine from last week -- progressive, downtown weekly in Toronto.
This is the cover story.
It's an article about a theater performance, and it starts with basic information about where it is, where, the time, the website.
Same with this -- it's a movie review, an art review, a book review -- where the reading is in case you want to go.
A restaurant -- you might not want to just read about it, maybe you want to go to the restaurant.
So they tell you where it is, what the prices are, the address, the phone number, etc.
Then you get to their political articles.
Here's a great article about an important election race that's happening.
It talks about the candidates -- written very well -- but no information, no follow-up, no websites for the campaigns, no information about when the debates are, where the campaign offices are.
Here's another good article about a new campaign opposing privatization of transit without any contact information for the campaign.
The message seems to be that the readers are most likely to want to eat, maybe read a book, maybe see a movie, but not be engaged in their community.
And you might think this is a small thing, but I think it's important because it sets a tone that politics is a spectator sport.
Heroes: How do we view leadership?
Look at these 10 movies. What do they have in common?
Anyone?
They all have heroes who were chosen.
Someone came up to them and said, "You're the chosen one.
There's a prophesy. You have to save the world."
And then someone goes off and saves the world because they've been told to, with a few people tagging along.
This helps me understand why a lot of people have trouble seeing themselves as leaders because it sends all the wrong messages about what leadership is about.
A heroic effort is a collective effort, number one.
Number two, it's imperfect; it's not very glamorous, and it doesn't suddenly start and suddenly end.
It's an ongoing process your whole life.
But most importantly, it's voluntary.
It's voluntary.
As long as we're teaching our kids or someone tells you that you're part of a prophecy, they're missing the most important characteristic of leadership, which is that it comes from within.
It's about following your own dreams -- uninvited, uninvited -- and then working with others to make those dreams come true.
Political parties: oh boy.
Political parties could and should be one of the basic entry points for people to get engaged in politics.
Instead, they've become, sadly, uninspiring and uncreative organizations that rely so heavily on market research and polling and focus groups that they end up all saying the same thing, pretty much regurgitating back to us what we already want to hear at the expense of putting forward bold and creative ideas.
And people can smell that, and it feeds cynicism.
Charitable status: Groups who have charitable status in Canada aren't allowed to do advocacy.
This is a huge problem and a huge obstacle to change because it means that some of the most passionate and informed voices are completely silenced, especially during election time.
Which leads us to the last one, which is our elections.
As you may have noticed, our elections in Canada are a complete joke.
We use out-of-date systems that are unfair and create random results.
Canada's currently led by a party that most Canadians didn't actually want.
How can we honestly and genuinely encourage more people to vote when votes don't count in Canada?
You add all this up together and of course people are apathetic.
It's like trying to run into a brick wall.
Now I'm not trying to be negative by throwing all these obstacles out and explaining what's in our way.
Quite the opposite: I actually think people are amazing and smart and that they do care.
But that, as I said, we live in this environment where all these obstacles are being put in our way.
As long as we believe that people, our own neighbors, are selfish, stupid or lazy, then there's no hope.
But we can change all those things I mentioned.
We can open up city hall.
We can reform our electoral systems.
We can democratize our public spaces.
My main message is, if we can redefine apathy, not as some kind of internal syndrome, but as a complex web of cultural barriers that reinforces disengagement, and if we can clearly define, we can clearly identify, and then if we can work together collectively to dismantle those obstacles, then anything is possible.
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This was my moment to lean in, to push myself forward for what are really only a handful of the very top foreign policy jobs, and I had just finished a big, 18-month project for Secretary Clinton, successfully, and I knew I could handle a bigger job.
The woman I thought I was would have said yes.
But I had been commuting for two years between Washington and Princeton, New Jersey, where my husband and my two teenage sons lived, and it was not going well.
I tried on the idea of eking out another two years in Washington, or maybe uprooting my sons from their school and my husband from his work and asking them to join me.
But deep down, I knew that the right decision was to go home, even if I didn't fully recognize the woman who was making that choice.
That was a decision based on love and responsibility.
I couldn't keep watching my oldest son make bad choices without being able to be there for him when and if he needed me.
But the real change came more gradually.
Over the next year, while my family was righting itself, I started to realize that even if I could go back into government, I didn't want to.
I didn't want to miss the last five years that my sons were at home.
I finally allowed myself to accept what was really most important to me, not what I was conditioned to want or maybe what I conditioned myself to want, and that decision led to a reassessment of the feminist narrative that I grew up with and have always championed.
I am still completely committed to the cause of male-female equality, but let's think about what that equality really means, and how best to achieve it.
I always accepted the idea that the most respected and powerful people in our society are men at the top of their careers, so that the measure of male-female equality ought to be how many women are in those positions: prime ministers, presidents, CEOs, directors, managers, Nobel laureates, leaders.
I still think we should do everything we possibly can to achieve that goal.
But that's only half of real equality, and I now think we're never going to get there unless we recognize the other half.
I suggest that real equality, full equality, does not just mean valuing women on male terms.
It means creating a much wider range of equally respected choices for women and for men.
And to get there, we have to change our workplaces, our policies and our culture.
In the workplace, real equality means valuing family just as much as work, and understanding that the two reinforce each other.
As a leader and as a manager, I have always acted on the mantra, if family comes first, work does not come second -- life comes together.
If you work for me, and you have a family issue, I expect you to attend to it, and I am confident, and my confidence has always been borne out, that the work will get done, and done better.
Workers who have a reason to get home to care for their children or their family members are more focused, more efficient, more results-focused.
And breadwinners who are also caregivers have a much wider range of experiences and contacts.
Think about a lawyer who spends part of his time at school events for his kids talking to other parents.
He's much more likely to bring in new clients for his firm than a lawyer who never leaves his office.
And caregiving itself develops patience -- a lot of patience -- and empathy, creativity, resilience, adaptability.
Those are all attributes that are ever more important in a high-speed, horizontal, networked global economy.
The best companies actually know this.
The companies that win awards for workplace flexibility in the United States include some of our most successful corporations, and a 2008 national study on the changing workforce showed that employees in flexible and effective workplaces are more engaged with their work, they're more satisfied and more loyal, they have lower levels of stress and higher levels of mental health.
And a 2012 study of employers showed that deep, flexible practices actually lowered operating costs and increased adaptability in a global service economy.
So you may think that the privileging of work over family is only an American problem.
Sadly, though, the obsession with work is no longer a uniquely American disease.
Twenty years ago, when my family first started going to Italy, we used to luxuriate in the culture of siesta.
Siesta is not just about avoiding the heat of the day.
It's actually just as much about embracing the warmth of a family lunch.
Now, when we go, fewer and fewer businesses close for siesta, reflecting the advance of global corporations and 24-hour competition.
So making a place for those we love is actually a global imperative.
In policy terms, real equality means recognizing that the work that women have traditionally done as the work that men have traditionally done, no matter who does it.
Think about it: Breadwinning and caregiving are equally necessary for human survival.
At least if we get beyond a barter economy, somebody has to earn an income and someone else has to convert that income to care and sustenance for loved ones.
Now most of you, when you hear me talk about breadwinning and caregiving, instinctively translate those categories into men's work and women's work.
And we don't typically challenge why men's work is advantaged.
But consider a same-sex couple like my friends Sarah and Emily.
They're psychiatrists.
They got married five years ago, and now they have two-year-old twins.
They love being mothers, but they also love their work, and they're really good at what they do.
So how are they going to divide up breadwinning and caregiving responsibilities?
Should one of them stop working or reduce hours to be home?
Or should they both change their practices so they can have much more flexible schedules?
And what criteria should they use to make that decision?
Is it who makes the most money or who is most committed to her career?
Or who has the most flexible boss?
The same-sex perspective helps us see that juggling work and family are not women's problems, they're family problems.
And Sarah and Emily are the lucky ones, because they have a choice about how much they want to work.
Millions of men and women have to be both breadwinners and caregivers just to earn the income they need, and many of those workers are scrambling.
They're patching together care arrangements that are inadequate and often actually unsafe.
If breadwinning and caregiving are really equal, then why shouldn't a government invest as much in an infrastructure of care as the foundation of a healthy society as it invests in physical infrastructure as the backbone of a successful economy?
The governments that get it -- no surprises here -- the governments that get it, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, the Netherlands, provide universal child care, support for caregivers at home, school and early childhood education, protections for pregnant women, and care for the elderly and the disabled.
Those governments invest in that infrastructure the same way they invest in roads and bridges and tunnels and trains.
Those societies also show you that breadwinning and caregiving reinforce each other.
They routinely rank among the top 15 countries of the most globally competitive economies, but at the same time, they rank very high on the OECD Better Life Index.
In fact, they rank higher than other governments, like my own, the U.S., or Switzerland, that have higher average levels of income but lower rankings on work-life balance.
So changing our workplaces and building infrastructures of care would make a big difference, but we're not going to get equally valued choices and the kind of cultural change required means re-socializing men.
Increasingly in developed countries, women are socialized to believe that our place is no longer only in the home, but men are actually still where they always were.
Men are still socialized to believe that they have to be breadwinners, that to derive their self-worth from how high they can climb over other men The feminist revolution still has a long way to go.
It's certainly not complete.
But 60 years after "The Feminine Mystique" was published, many women actually have more choices than men do.
We can decide to be a breadwinner, a caregiver, or any combination of the two.
When a man, on the other hand, decides to be a caregiver, he puts his manhood on the line.
His friends may praise his decision, but underneath, they're scratching their heads.
Isn't the measure of a man his willingness to compete with other men for power and prestige?
And as many women hold that view as men do.
We know that lots of women still judge the attractiveness of a man based in large part on how successful he is in his career.
A woman can drop out of the work force and still be an attractive partner.
For a man, that's a risky proposition.
So as parents and partners, we should be socializing our sons and our husbands to be whatever they want to be, either caregivers or breadwinners.
We should be socializing them to make caregiving cool for guys.
I can almost hear lots of you thinking, "No way."
But in fact, the change is actually already happening.
At least in the United States, lots of men take pride in cooking, and frankly obsess over stoves. They are in the birthing rooms.
They take paternity leave when they can.
They can walk a baby or soothe a toddler just as well as their wives can, and they are increasingly doing much more of the housework.
Indeed, there are male college students now who are starting to say, "I want to be a stay-at-home dad."
50 or even 30 years ago.
And in Norway, where men have an automatic three month's paternity leave, but they lose it if they decide not to take it, a high government official told me that companies are starting to look at prospective male employees and raise an eyebrow if they didn't in fact take their leave when they had kids.
That means that it's starting to seem like a character defect not to want to be a fully engaged father. So I was raised to believe that championing women's rights meant doing everything we could to get women to the top.
And I still hope that I live long enough to see men and women equally represented at all levels of the work force.
But I've come to believe that we have to value family every bit as much as we value work, and that we should entertain the idea that doing right by those we love will make all of us better at everything we do.
Thirty years ago, Carol Gilligan, a wonderful psychologist, studied adolescent girls and identified an ethic of care, an element of human nature every bit as important as the ethic of justice.
It turns out that "you don't care" is just as much a part of who we are as "that's not fair."
Bill Gates agrees.
He argues that the two great forces of human nature are self-interest and caring for others.
Let's bring them both together.
Let's make the feminist revolution a humanist revolution.
As whole human beings, we will be better caregivers and breadwinners.
You may think that can't happen, but I grew up in a society where my mother put out small vases of cigarettes for dinner parties, where blacks and whites used separate bathrooms, and where everybody claimed to be heterosexual.
Today, not so much.
The revolution for human equality can happen.
It is happening.
It will happen.
How far and how fast is up to us.
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My father is no such man.
For 30 years of his life, he made false papers -- never for himself, always for other people, and to come to the aid of the persecuted and the oppressed.
Let me introduce him.
Here is my father at age 19.
It all began for him during World War II, when at age 17 he found himself thrust into a forged documents workshop.
He quickly became the false papers expert of the Resistance.
And it's not a banal story -- after the liberation he continued to make false papers until the '70s.
When I was a child I knew nothing about this, of course.
This is me in the middle making faces.
I grew up in the Paris suburbs and I was the youngest of three children.
I had a "normal" dad like everybody else, apart from the fact that he was 30 years older than ...
well, he was basically old enough to be my grandfather.
Anyway, he was a photographer and a street educator, and he always taught us to obey the law very strictly.
And, of course, he never talked about his past life when he was a forger.
There was, however, an incident I'm going to tell you about, that perhaps could have led me suspect something.
I was in high school and got a bad grade, a rare event for me, so I decided to hide it from my parents.
In order to do that, I set out to forge their signature.
I started working on my mother's signature, because my father's is absolutely impossible to forge.
So, I got working. I took some sheets of paper and started practicing, practicing, practicing, until I reached what I thought was a steady hand, and went into action.
Later, while checking my school bag, my mother got hold of my school assignment and immediately saw that the signature was forged.
She yelled at me like she never had before.
I went to hide in my bedroom, under the blankets, and then I waited for my father to come back from work with, one could say, much apprehension.
I heard him come in.
I remained under the blankets. He entered my room, sat on the corner of the bed, and he was silent, so I pulled the blanket from my head, and when he saw me he started laughing.
He was laughing so hard, he could not stop and he was holding my assignment in his hand.
Then he said, "But really, Sarah, you could have worked harder! Can't you see it's really too small?"
Indeed, it's rather small.
I was born in Algeria.
There I would hear people say my father was a "moudjahid" and that means "fighter."
Later on, in France, I loved eavesdropping on grownups' conversations, and I would hear all sorts of stories about my father's previous life, especially that he had "done" World War II, that he had "done" the Algerian war.
And in my head I would be thinking that "doing" a war meant being a soldier.
But knowing my father, and how he kept saying that he was a pacifist and non-violent, I found it very hard to picture him with a helmet and gun.
And indeed, I was very far from the mark.
One day, while my father was working on a file for us to obtain French nationality, I happened to see some documents that caught my attention.
These are real!
These are mine, I was born an Argentinean.
But the document I happened to see that would help us build a case for the authorities was a document from the army that thanked my father for his work on behalf of the secret services.
And then, suddenly, I went "wow!"
My father, a secret agent?
It was very James Bond.
I wanted to ask him questions, which he didn't answer.
And later, I told myself that one day I would have to question him.
And then I became a mother and had a son, and finally decided it was time -- that he absolutely had to talk to us.
I had become a mother and he was celebrating his 77th birthday, and suddenly I was very, very afraid.
I feared he'd go and take his silences with him, and take his secrets with him.
I managed to convince him that it was important for us, but possibly also for other people that he shared his story.
He decided to tell it to me and I made a book, from which I'm going to read you some excerpts later.
So, his story. My father was born in Argentina.
His parents were of Russian descent.
The whole family came to settle in France in the '30s.
His parents were Jewish, Russian and above all, very poor.
So at the age of 14 my father had to work.
And with his only diploma, his primary education certificate, he found himself working at a dyer - dry cleaner.
That's where he discovered something totally magical, and when he talks about it, it's fascinating -- it's the magic of dyeing chemistry.
During that time the war was happening and his mother was killed when he was 15.
This coincided with the time when he threw himself body and soul into chemistry because it was the only consolation for his sadness.
All day he would ask many questions to his boss to learn, to accumulate more and more knowledge, and at night, when no one was looking, he'd put his experience to practice.
He was mostly interested in ink bleaching.
All this to tell you that if my father became a forger, actually, it was almost by accident.
His family was Jewish, so they were hounded.
Finally they were all arrested and taken to the Drancy camp and they managed to get out at the last minute thanks to their Argentinean papers.
Well, they were out, but they were always in danger. The big "Jew" stamp was still on their papers.
It was my grandfather who decided they needed false documents.
My father had been instilled with such respect for the law that although he was being persecuted, he'd never thought of false papers.
But it was he who went to meet a man from the Resistance.
In those times documents had hard covers, they were filled in by hand, and they stated your job.
In order to survive, he needed to be working. He asked the man to write "dyer."
Suddenly the man looked very, very interested.
As a "dyer," do you know how to bleach ink marks?
Of course he knew.
And suddenly the man started explaining that actually the whole Resistance had a huge problem: even the top experts could not manage to bleach an ink, called "indelible," the "Waterman" blue ink.
And my father immediately replied that he knew exactly how to bleach it.
Now, of course, the man was very impressed with this young man of 17 who could immediately give him the formula, so he recruited him.
And actually, without knowing it, my father had invented something we can find in every schoolchild's pencil case: the so-called "correction pen."
But it was only the beginning.
That's my father.
As soon as he got to the lab, even though he was the youngest, he immediately saw that there was a problem with the making of forged documents.
All the movements stopped at falsifying.
But demand was ever-growing and it was difficult to tamper with existing documents.
He told himself it was necessary to make them from scratch.
He started a press. He started photoengraving.
He started making rubber stamps.
He started inventing all kind of things -- with some materials he invented a centrifuge using a bicycle wheel.
Anyway, he had to do all this because he was completely obsessed with output.
He had made a simple calculation: In one hour he could make 30 forged documents.
If he slept one hour, 30 people would die.
This sense of responsibility for other people's lives when he was just 17 -- and also his guilt for being a survivor, since he had escaped the camp when his friends had not -- stayed with him all his life.
And this is maybe what explains why, for 30 years, at the expense of all kinds of sacrifices.
I'd like to talk about those sacrifices, because there were many.
There were obviously financial sacrifices because he always refused to be paid.
To him, being paid would have meant being a mercenary.
If he had accepted payment, he wouldn't be able to say "yes" or "no" depending on what he deemed a just or unjust cause.
So he was a photographer by day, and a forger by night for 30 years.
He was broke all of the time.
Then there were the emotional sacrifices: How can one live with a woman while having so many secrets?
How can one explain what one does at night in the lab, every single night?
Of course, there was another kind of sacrifice involving his family that I understood much later.
One day my father introduced me to my sister.
He also explained to me that I had a brother, too, and the first time I saw them I must have been three or four, and they were 30 years older than me.
They are both in their sixties now.
In order to write the book, I asked my sister questions. I wanted to know who my father was, who was the father she had known.
She explained that the father that she'd had would tell them he'd come and pick them up on Sunday to go for a walk.
They would get all dressed up and wait for him, but he would almost never come.
He'd say, "I'll call." He wouldn't call.
And then he would not come.
Then one day he totally disappeared.
Time passed, and they thought he had surely forgotten them, at first.
Then as time passed, at the end of almost two years, they thought, "Well, perhaps our father has died."
And then I understood that asking my father so many questions was stirring up a whole past he probably didn't feel like talking about And while my half brother and sister thought they'd been abandoned, orphaned, my father was making false papers.
And if he did not tell them, it was of course to protect them.
After the liberation he made false papers to allow the survivors of concentration camps to immigrate to Palestine before the creation of Israel.
And then, as he was a staunch anti-colonialist, he made false papers for Algerians during the Algerian war.
After the Algerian war, at the heart of the international resistance movements, his name circulated and the whole world came knocking at his door.
In Africa there were countries fighting for their independence: Guinea, Guinea-Bissau, Angola.
And then my father connected with Nelson Mandela's anti-apartheid party.
He made false papers for persecuted black South Africans.
There was also Latin America.
My father helped those who resisted dictatorships in the Dominican Republic, Haiti, and then it was the turn of Brazil, Argentina, Venezuela, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Colombia, Peru, Uruguay, Chile and Mexico.
Then there was the Vietnam War.
My father made false papers for the American deserters who did not wish to take up arms against the Vietnamese.
Europe was not spared either.
My father made false papers for the dissidents against Franco in Spain, Salazar in Portugal, against the colonels' dictatorship in Greece, and even in France.
There, just once, it happened in May of 1968.
My father watched, benevolently, of course, the demonstrations of the month of May, but his heart was elsewhere, and so was his time because he had over 15 countries to serve.
Once, though, he agreed to make false papers He was much younger in those days, and my father agreed to make false papers to enable him to come back and speak at a meeting.
He told me that those false papers were the most media-relevant and the least useful he'd had to make in all his life.
But, he agreed to do it, even though Daniel Cohn-Bendit's life was not in danger, just because it was a good opportunity to mock the authorities, and to show them that there's nothing more porous than borders -- and that ideas have no borders.
All my childhood, while my friends' dads would tell them Grimm's fairy tales, my father would tell me stories about very unassuming heroes with unshakeable utopias who managed to make miracles.
And those heroes did not need an army behind them.
Anyhow, nobody would have followed them, except for a handful [of] men and women of conviction and courage.
I understood much later that actually it was his own story my father would tell me to get me to sleep.
I asked him whether, considering the sacrifices he had to make, he ever had any regrets.
He said no.
He told me that he would have been unable to witness or submit to injustice without doing anything.
He was persuaded, and he's still convinced that another world is possible -- a world where no one would ever need a forger.
He's still dreaming about it.
My father is here in the room today.
His name is Adolfo Kaminsky and I'm going to ask him to stand up.
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Gran Golt, a dwarf who runs the Gran Workshop, which handles all kinds of weapons, looked back at his apprentice, the young boy Jack.
His sharp gaze with furrowed eyebrows seemed to glare unhappily, but that was just Granâs habit. His eyesight had deteriorated because he constantly looked at the blazing furnace all year.
Jack, who knew this, was no longer afraid of Granâs gaze or response. Although he had a difficult personality, Jack respected Gran as a blacksmith.
However, it was clear that he wasnât suited for blacksmithing. Although he had become an apprentice because he wanted to forge swords, he had gradually been placed in charge of handling clients before handling ironwork.
While it was pleasing to be trusted, there were times when Jack felt a little disheartened, especially when he had to relay unusual requests from clients to Gran.
Dwarves who worked with iron had much more pride than humans might imagine. They would never do a job they were not satisfied with. They might even focus their efforts on a single short sword, ignoring complaints from clients as impatient as charcoal bundles waiting to be burned in the furnace, regardless of the time and money spent.
Jack was hesitant as he relayed the clientâs request one more time.
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The response was the same as before. Jack frowned and felt like crying.
It was all because of that client. Smooth skin, glossy hair, and a plump physique. Although his clothes were the same as those of ordinary townsmen, his upbringing was undoubtedly affluent. Among the regulars, this client stood out as a newcomer who used a thrusting sword, a rarity for adventurers.
Despite initially assuming that the wealthy youth was exploring the labyrinth as a hobby, Jack realized that the sword he brought in regularly for sharpening and maintenance was clearly well-used. Jack enjoyed working on these âused swordsâ to make them shine once again.
But what does that matter now? The client had requested something entirely different, asking for a tool that Jack could not even comprehend. He insisted that it was necessary.
Despite knowing that Gran would definitely refuse, Jack gave in to the strong push and agreed to just talk.
âI said we didnât do that kind of thing; Iâm sorry.â
Jack made an excuse while meeting Granâs eyes directly.
âItâs not a weapon, so we canât make it even if you ask us.â
He laughed, but Gran didnât laugh at all.
âWe canât make something we canât make.â
âY-Yes. Thatâs rightâI remember now.â
âWhat is he going to do with it?â
Jack tilted his head in surprise. Was there something that caught Granâs interest?
Half-jokingly, he told Gran about the funny joke he heard there a while ago.
âWhatever it is, it catches lightning.â
Gran raised an eyebrow. It was the first time in months that he showed even a slight impressed look.
It had been years since Gran praised something out loud.
He was drawn to the word âlightning.â Memories flooded back suddenly, like a blast of air blowing into a smoldering fire, even though he had not thought of them until now.
In the village where Gran lived, there was an old woman known as a shaman. She wasnât a dwarf, elf, human, or beastman... yet, even though Gran was a child, she was already an old woman, and she remained that way when he became a young man and left the village.
Living in a shabby house on the outskirts of the village, the old woman was entrusted with everything from healing diseases with animal blood and herbs to divining the weather. Although she was feared and seen as eerie, the people of the village relied on her.
Once a year, the village holds a festival. Marriages and funerals were held there, and the old woman always spoke of the spirits.
The shaman, with a giant bonfire at her back, was bent over to the ground and had lost her front teeth. Her left eyelid was closed, while her right eye looked down on Gran and the others with intelligent light. She was wiser than anyone in the village, and when difficult decisions were made, the village chief always relied on her advice.
On that day, at Granâs sisterâs wedding, the shaman talked about lightning.
âI obtained this incredible power because I was âblessed by lightning.â Those who survive after being struck by lightning receive the blessing of the âThunderbird,â which takes the form of a giant eagle and is a spirit of lightning and thunder.â
The old woman was once struck by lightning and, in the blinding light, saw the image of an eagle. The eagle perched on her shoulder and pecked her left eye before flying away.
When she woke up, the old woman had lost the sight in her left eye but gained the ability to see a world overflowing with light and leading to a bright future.
Even without teeth, her voice was clear and resounding, her black shadow swaying with the fire on her back, making it difficult to understand her raspy, high-pitched voice. Thunder echoed in the distant mountains.
Since that time, he has made a point of going out to the hill whenever a storm is about to develop. Gran didnât even stop when his father hit him. But in the end, the blessing of lightning was not meant for him.
When Gran regained consciousness from his memories, he covered his forge tools with a cloth and stood up.
âLightning, huh? Thatâs good.â
He muttered quietly and headed toward the front of the shop.
âWhat, huh? Are you accepting it?!â
Jack screamed in confusion and shock. It certainly seemed crazy. Jack couldnât understand why Gran, who was so serious and stubborn, had taken an interest in it.
She doesnât like the name Meln. The âmeâ in the pronunciation, which bounces off her lips, has no humility. Meln thinks itâs completely opposite of her personality.
The name âMeln Workshopâ was originally given to her by her grandmother. She opened the shop when Meln was born, and gave it the name with the excess cuteness of her granddaughter. It can be said that it has been predetermined for Meln to take over the shop with her name on it since she was born.
Fortunately, Meln had talent. Being modest, patient, and understanding that endurance, patience, and silence were virtues, Meln struggled to make armor, dealing with pushy and stubborn adventurers.
Labyrinths had deeply affected Melnâs life. Labyrinths were gold mines filled with wealth and fame. Farmers who were struggling to make ends meet, poor families, and young people dreaming of making a fortune gathered from all over and challenged the labyrinths, with many losing their lives with the armor that Meln had made.
Meln was not one to give up easily.
So, Meln continued to make armor. Seeking better leather, more refined patterns, and even better quality needles and thread, Meln would stay up all night making, fixing, and creating. Meln believed that this job was about protecting the lives and future of adventurers.
The adventurers were all idiots. However, there were those who learned and grasped something within the labyrinth.
Meln did not have the concept of choosing oneâs own life. The way to live was prepared for her from birth. It was the same for everyone around her. The butcherâs son would carve meat, and the hat makerâs daughter would learn to make hats. That was what life was. To deviate from that path, one had to become an adventurer and explore the unknown.
Before she knew it, the time had passed.
The young and beautiful girl who blushed at the slightest compliment, Meln, had become an old woman with wisdom and discernment.
Adventurers were no longer as rough and reckless as before. The reckless ones, who charged forward alone and risked their lives, had disappeared. They now go to the labyrinth as a group, prioritizing safety and efficiency, treating it as a job to earn money.
Melnâs armor had a good reputation. Adventurers are delighted with the quality of the thread she uses and continue to buy it. Sometimes, when they return the armor for maintenance, there are a few scratches or traces of oil.
Meln thinks itâs a good thing.
Not getting hurt during exploration is the best thing.
However, if nobody minds and the gods and spirits turn a blind eyeâshe sighedâit would be an uneventful thing.
Adventurers who burned with life and challenged everything have become increasingly scarce.
Meln felt a nostalgic yearning for the days when she poured her satisfaction and burning passion into needles while looking at the armor that had returned, ridden with wounds.
âWhat a foolish thingâI picked up a nasty trade in my old age.â
Meln sniffled and set down the needle to check the quality of the stitched leather. A set of leather armor was being assembled on the workbench. It was a good job, but...
âââAh, how boring.â
As she muttered her true feelings, Meln felt a rush of exhaustion.
Was this old age? She took off her reading glasses and pinched her eyes. She was no longer young. That simple fact clung to her body as a palpable realization.
When she sighed to take a break and close the store for the day...
The door of the shop opened, and a familiar voice that had become accustomed to hearing recently could be heard. A nonchalant attitude, clearly a noblemanâs son, yet a boy whoâs been lurking in the labyrinth for some reason.
When the boy spotted Meln, he pointed his strange tool at her and started making demands.
âHey, what are you doing?! Why are you so noisy?!â
âAnother incomprehensible request has comeâoh, how exhausting it is!â Meln wished to take a little break.
Meln tries to understand the boyâs request and asks him questions.
âHuh? What? You want to catch lightning? Are you sure youâre sane? You want to defeat a monster that uses lightning in the labyrinth? If thatâs the case, we have suitable materials.â
âYoung people are always like this, arenât they? They only think about what they want to do without considering how to make it happen in reality. They face strong enemies because they try to do things beyond their abilities. Repairing the Gauntlet last time became a bit of a job, and I had to prepare a special hardener after a long time...â
Melnâs spine stiffened without her realizing it. The tone of voice was rough, yet somewhere deep inside, there was fervor. | {
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âAa, I donât care. If that pig still tries to complain, then itâs me who wants to be called. Iâll try a more polite method of persuasion at that time.â
Hajime didnât refuse him, then he presented his status plate to the still amazed Datt.
âOur contact address, well we still havenât decided where to stay... ... You can just ask that guide. We are going to stay at the inn she recommends after all.â
Because Hajime turned his gaze towards her, Rishee twitched then dropped her shoulders with a resigned look because sheâd still be their guide.
âFumu, thatâs okay... ... âBlueâ huh. Even though the guy that lies there is âblackâ... ... how about the status plates of the ones over there?â
Even a little, Datt was surprised when he saw Hajimeâs status plate displaying the lowest rank of an adventurer; blue. However, because he heard it was the two women that defeated Leganid, he thought the girls were the stronger ones and asked Yue and Shia to submit their status plates.
âWell, Yue and Shia... ... these girls lost their status plates and we still didnât ask for a reissue. Look, isnât that expensive?â
Hajime casually said that lie. Although thereâd be no problem to let them see the pairâs abnormal strength, if possible he wanted to avoid the details being known.
âBut, even if I canât clarify their identities, itâll be preserved in the record, so if you frequently cause trouble inside the guild, youâll be blacklisted regardless of whoâs the culprit and victim. If possible, can you pay the guild for a replacement?â
From Dattâs tone, it seemed it was necessary to verify their identities by all means. But, if they got the status plates, then the twoâs peculiar magic would surely be displayed in the skill column before they could conceal it. That, along with the magic from the Age of the Gods thatâd surely be displayed. It would definitely cause a ruckus. Although itâs possible for Hajime and his party to just mow down everyone who tries to harm them during the ruckus, they wouldnât be able to stay here any longer. Hajime thought about a lot of troubles that would somehow come. Having read his thoughts, Yue talked to Hajime.
â... ... Hajime, letter.â
â ? Aa. That letter huh...â
Because of Yueâs words, Hajime remembered that he had received a letter from Catherine of the Brook branch when they were about to leave Brook town. She said to show it to the one who managed the guild when they got into trouble in the guild, because it could help them. A mysterious letter.
If the letter was useless, according to the circumstances, Hajime considered to immediately leaving the city. Then he fished out the letter from his chest pocket and handed it to Datt. Because he only heard half of what Catherine had said, he didnât know the contents. Thatâs why Hajime immediately regretted not checking the contents first.
âAlthough I donât know if itâll act as a substitute for our identification, I was told to hand this over to the one who manages the guild by an acquaintanced member of the guild staff when we got into trouble.â
â ? An acquaintance in guild staff? ... ... Let me see.â
From the quality of Hajime and his partyâs clothes, they didnât seem to have any problems with money, thatâs why Datt felt doubtful about his attitude that refused to replace the status plate, but they passed him a letter instead. When he opened it, he earnestly read it and floated a fish-like expression.
Following that, he turned to look at the face of Hajime and his party and the letter many times while he repeatedly reading the letterâs contents. From his figure that read the letter with wide opened eyes, he was trying to determine if the letter was genuine. Before long, Datt folded the letter again and carefully put it again inside the letterâs envelope, then he turned his gaze towards Hajime and his party.
âIf the letter is real itâll certainly serve as your identification... ...I cannot decide by myself if the sender is real. Iâll confirm it with the branch head, so will you wait in another room? It wonât take much time. Iâll be back in ten, no, fifteen minutes.â
Because Dattâs response exceeded his expectations, âSeriously, who on Earth is Catherine?â, Hajime and his party were slightly taken aback
âWell, I donât mind if itâs that much. I understand. Weâll wait.â
âLet the staff guide you. Well then, later.â
Datt called the staff at the side and left a message to guide them to another room, then he immediately disappeared into the guild, taking the letter with him. The designated staff asked Hajime and his party to relocate. Hajime and his party began to walk accordingly while being perplexed, but with a voice filled with anticipation rang out.
âUmm~, what should I do?â
It was Risheeâs. âIf you still have to talk with the guild, can you excuse me?â, was what her eyes said. She obviously wanted to quickly separate from a seed of troubles, like Hajime and his party.
Hajime, with an expression as if it was natural, nodded and frankly replied.
âWait for us... ... donât run away, kay? Arenât you a pro?â
â... ... Yes.â
Rishee dropped her shoulders and moved towards a seat inside the cafe. Her back said that although it was unpleasant work, she already accepted it, and the atmosphere of an upstanding member of societyâs pathos drifted in the air.
After Hajime and his party were guided into the reception room, exactly after ten minutes, a knock came from the door. Hajime only answered with a word, then the door was opened. What appeared were a sharp eyed male in the latter half of his thirties, with blonde hair that was made into a swept back hairstyle, and Datt, from before.
âNice to meet you, I am Ilwa Chang, the head of the Adventurerâs Guild â Fhuren branch. Hajime-kun, Yue-kun, and Shia-kun... ... is it okay to call you that?â
After a simple introduction, the branch head; Ilwa confirmed the names of Hajime and his party and requested a handshake. Hajime returned the handshake while replying to him.
âAa, we donât mind. Our names, is it from the letter?â
âJust as you said. It was written in senseiâs letter. She seems to favor... ... paid you a lot of attention. Your future is promising, but because you have a predisposition for trouble, if possible she wants us to take care of you, is the letterâs content.â
âPredisposition for trouble... ... Huh. Trouble certainly continued to happen in Brook. Well, thatâs okay. So, essentially will that serve as our identification? Or are there other questions?â
âAa, Sensei already wrote everything here so thereâs no need to question you further. She certainly has the eyes to discern peopleâs characters. She even purposely wrote this letter, so Iâll let this letter be your identification.â
Apparently, Catherineâs letter was really useful and let them meet the one who managed the guild. He seems to have close ties with Catherine, to have even called her âsenseiâ. Shia, who sat next to Hajime, had been especially helped by Catherine, so she was interested in the story and timidly talk to Ilwa.
âThatâs~, who is Catherine-san actually?â
âNn? Didnât you hear from the person herself? She was the Guild Masterâs head of secretary in the guildâs headquarters located in the Imperial Capital. Afterwards, she became the one in charge of training everyone related to guild management. Currently, of the branch heads sent to each town, % are her pupils. I am also one of them, so I canât go against her. Because of her beauty and pleasant character, at the time, she was a madonna-like existence to us, in certain ways she was also an adored big-sister-like existence. Afterwards, she married and transferred to the guild branch of Brook town. She said she wanted to raise her children in the country. Her marriage announcement was like a bolt from the blue. It became stormy after that. If you ask where, the guild in the Imperial Capital that is.â
âHaa~ she really is an amazing person~â
â... ... Catherineâs amazing.â
âAlthough I had thought she wasnât an ordinary person... ... I never thought she was such a central figure. Rather, even though she was so popular... ... Currently... ... No, itâs better if I stop here.â
Hajime and his party came to admire her when they learned of Catherineâs true colors. It seemed they had always imagined her as an important person. Moreover, Hajime was somewhat looking at the distance, remembering the cruelty of time.
âWell, thatâs that, if there are no more questions, is it okay for us to go?â
Originally, they came here only to verify their identity, so Hajime tried to confirm with Ilwa if it was over because staying any longer would be meaningless. However, Ilwaâs eyes shone and said, âCan you wait for a little longer?â, as he tried to stop Hajime and his party. It somehow gave them a bad premonition.
Ilwa urged Datt that stood next to him and an application form was presented in front of Hajime and his party.
âActually, Iâve expectations for your help, I want you to accept one request.â
âI refuse.â
The moment Ilwa requested something of them, Hajime tried to decline as he stood up from his seat. Although Yue and Shia also followed after him, they stopped their feet when Ilwa spoke his next lines.
âFumu, isnât it fine to at least hear the story for now? If you listen, I think Iâll turn a blind eye to this affair...â
â... ...â
What was implied was, âIf you wonât hear me out, Iâll make you go through the troublesome procedures for this affair, you know?â, something like that. Using the testimonies from the surrounding people, even though Hajime and his party werenât guilty of what was done to Poom and Leganid, what they have done was excessive self-defense. So according to the regular procedures, the guild would judge them fairly by hearing both concerned parties and this procedure would take quite some time. As a result, even if Hajime and his party werenât in the wrong, on the other hand, they would spend time like fools until the necessary procedures were finished and the decision came. Also, if they escaped from these procedures, theyâd likely be black-listed. In the future, thatâd be troublesome because they wouldnât be able to use the townâs guild facilities.
Hajime stared at Ilwa for a while, then he didnât say âIâll accept the requestâ, but âIâll hear the storyâ, because he thought itâd be okay to at least hear him out to avoid the trouble, then he sat on the seat.
âIt looks like youâll listen to it. Thank you.â
â... ... as expected of a big cityâs guild branch head. Youâve a good character.â
âNot as good as you though. Well then, the contents of the request is written here, to search for a missing person. A party of adventurers that accepted a request to investigate the northern mountain range area have not returned, so the family of one of the adventurers put up a missing person search request, something along those lines.â
Ilwaâs story if summarized, went something like this.
Recently, there were sightings of groups of demonic beasts in the northern mountain range area, which is why the guild made the investigation request. The northern mountain range area is a mountain that, once crossed, would lead you to an uncivilized area. Although not as strong as the demonic beasts inside the Great Dungeons, there are strong demonic beasts that only high-ranked adventurers could handle. It just that, besides the original members of the party that accepted the request, there was another member that tried to forcefully accompany them. By some happenstance, he eventually became a temporary member of the party.
This person was the third son of Count Kudeta; Will Kudeta. Count Kudeta always secretly made someone follow his son that had a tendency to rush out as an adventurer, just like a runaway. But because of this investigation request, the contact with his employer was lost, as it was unusual he was perplexed and put up a search request.
âAlthough the count had already tried to use his familyâs power to form a search party, too many problems kept popping up, which is why he put up the search request to the guild. Well, it was just put up yesterday. Because the missing party was considerably skilled, if they couldnât handle this, itâd just result in another disaster if accepted by regular Adventurers. Thatâs why the big-guns should be the one to accept it. But unfortunately, such adventurers are all out on missions. Therefore, for you to come here with such timing, I want you to accept this request.â
âFrom your statement, we donât have the required strength, so wouldnât that be useless? Unfortunately, I am a âBlueâ-rank, you know?â
What Hajime implied was they wouldnât accept it because they didnât have the required strength.
âDidnât you instant-kill a âBlackâ called Leganid? Also... ... for someone who easily searched around inside the Raisen Grand Canyon, do I need to say more ?â
â ! How did... ... the letter? But, I didnât say anything...â
No one had heard the story of Hajime and his party searching around the Raisen Grand Canyon. Therefore, unless it was from the letter, there was no way for Ilwa to know about that. But, he was doubtful about how Catherine learn of this. While Hajime puzzled it over in his head, Shia timidly raised her hand.
Hajime turned towards Shia with a suspicious look.
âWhat is it, Shia?â
âU~mm, I inadvertently told her when we talked... ... Teehee?â
â... ... Iâll punish you later.â
â !? Y-Yue-san said it too!â
â... ... Shia, you traitor.â
âIâll punish both of you later.â
Apparently, the culprits were Yue and Shia. Hajime declared to punish them, and the two were passively drenched in cold sweat. Looking at their appearances with a wry smile, Ilwa continued his talk.
âAlthough the probability of them being alive is low, itâs not zero. Because the Count is my friend, I want you to begin as soon as possible. What do you think? Thereâs no one but you here. Will you accept it?â
Ilwaâs attitude was as if he was begging him, the guild was simply responsible for the commission, but he included more emotion in this. For him to be a friend of the Count, itâs possible heâs acquainted with the missing Will. So he personally felt anxious for his safety.
âEven if you say that, we already have a destination for our journey. We are only here because itâs along the way. We wonât go to the northern mountain range area. So, allow me to refuse.â
Hajime, even though itâs a matter of the life and death for a nobleâs third son, unhesitantly refused him. However, maybe he foresaw that, Ilwa immediately proposed a reward faster than Hajime could stand up from his seat.
âI can increase the reward, you know? Although the reward listed in the application is in the form of cash, let me add more appeal to you.. Iâll promote your guild rank. If itâs your abilities then becoming âBlackâ is okay.â
âWell, I donât care about money and rank, thatâs why...â
âThen, in the future, when you have some trouble related to the guild, I can be your support, how is that? To have the guild head of Fhuren branchâs support, youâll have influence inside the guild you can brag about, you know? You and trouble are pretty close after all. So, isnât it good as a reward?â
âThatâs a big treat for me. Arenât you putting in too much effort for a friendâs son?â
Toward Hajimeâs words, Ilwaâs expression crumbled. It became an expression full of regret.
âHe... ... Will accepted the request after I recommended it. I was also the one who passed the talk about the investigation request to the party. Even if you said thereâd be an accident in the investigation, I thought thereâd be no problem if he was with a party that had the required strength. I meant no harm. Will was not suited to be a noble, and he had yearned to be an adventurer for the longest time... ... but, he didnât have the disposition. Therefore, if he were with strong adventurers, then he could go to dangerous places. I only wanted him to realize that it was impossible for him to be an adventurer. He was already attached to me at a young age.... ... thatâs why, even though I wanted him to give up after this request...â
While he heard Ilwaâs monologue, Hajime thought about it slightly. It seemed there was a thicker relationship between Ilwa and Will than Hajime thought. Although he had said that with a clarifying face, internally, Ilwa must be clinging to the last straw of hope. Willâs odds of survival would become closer to zero as time passed. Having proposed such unreasonable rewards showed that Ilwa was in a hurry.
Hajime was also fed up with making excuses for Yue and Shiaâs identification every time they came near a town. Thatâs why itâd be convenient to use this personâs name in order to access a townâs facilities from now on. Moreover, he had zero intention of catering to the Church of Saints or the Kingdom, and someday he might be labelled as a heretic. If that happens, itâd become extremely difficult for them to stay inside a town. Thatâs why it was a nice thing to have a personal connection that could clear that hurdle.
So, Hajime thought that if he wanted the support of a big city guildâs branch head, in this case, they must tell him their circumstances and forbid him to speak of it, so they could use him in times of inconvenience. Because he seemed extremely intimate with that Will person, if they brought him back alive, Ilwa couldnât be ungrateful to them.
âAlthough thereâs no need to think about it because you already said that much... ... I have conditions.â
âConditions?â
âAa, they are not something difficult. I want you to give status plates to Yue and Shia. After that, promise me you wonât tell anyone about whatâs written there. Furthermore, even if it isnât related to the guild, I will use all of your connections, for our convenience. These two.â
âThatâs too...â
âIf you canât, then pretend we never talked about this. We are going.â
Because of Hajime who tried to stand up from his seat, Ilwa and Datt displayed expressions filled with impatience and agony. Although the first condition was not a problem, his second condition essentially meant that he wanted the Fhuren guild branchâs head to be the limbs of a single adventurer. Because he had his own responsibilities, he couldnât immediately accept it.
âCan I ask why you demand that?â
âThereâs no need to be that negative. They arenât unreasonable demands, you know? Itâs just that our existences are peculiar, thatâs why when marked by the church... ... No, from now on, I am sure weâll be marked, so at that time I only want to use you to make it easier for us. Itâs also good if you just become our allies in times of trouble. For example, not refusing us to use the facilities when we become wanted...â
âIs it certain youâll become wanted people? Fumu, personally, your secrets make me anxious. Although Catherine-sensei said youâre not bad people... ... now that you mention it, Shia-kun over there has marvelous physical strength, and although I didnât see it, from the report Yue-kun has conjured a never before seen magic spell... ... your secrets must be along those lines... ... following that, you said that youâll sooner or later be marked by the church... ... you also didnât try to hide it, and it looks like you are already prepared for that... ... itâll surely be hard to move into towns when that happens... ... thatâs why to make it easier for you...â
As expected of a big cityâs guild branch head. He quickly thought inside his head. Ilwa thought about it for a while, then he matched his gaze to Hajimeâs having decided what to do.
âI absolutely canât support you when you ask for help for doing a crime because of ethics. So, Iâll hear the details of your request first, only then Iâll judge what to do. But, I promise Iâll at least be your ally... ... I canât concede more than this. What do you think?â
âWell, if itâs like... ... Iâll accept it. Also, itâs okay for the reward to be given after the request is finished. Iâll bring back the young master dead or alive, is that okay?â
For Hajime, it was his first priority to obtain the status plates for Yue and Shia. Itâs unnatural for them to not have status plates because itâs somehow always being requested to be shown, this was his first reason, and ultimately to make an excuse every time they came to a town was troublesome.
The only problem was that the person who prepared the status plates at the beginning would make a commotion, so he wanted to avoid it, but Ilwaâs existence solved this problem. However, even if he made a verbal promise as the condition, there are still doubts. Sooner or later, the peculiarity of Hajime and his party might come to light, so it was not preferable because he might change sides immediately. Thatâs why Hajime said to give the status plates as a reward after the request was completed. Whatever Willâs shape was, Hajime would gain the answer from his afflicted heart, and he could calculate if Ilwa was good or not.
Ilwa was also able to guess Hajimeâs intentions. With a bitter smile, he felt relieved finding someone who could accept the search request.
âTruthfully, although your secrets make me anxious... ... thatâs, Iâll wait for you to finish the request. Just as Hajime-kun said, no matter what shape he is in, I want you to find traces of Will and the other... ... Hajime-kun, Yue-kun, and Shia-kun... ... Please take care of it.â
Lastly, Ilwa looked at Hajime and his party with earnest eyes, then bowed his head. A big city guild branchâs head bowing his head to adventurers. It wasnât something usual. It was because he was Catherineâs pupil that his goodness as a person oozed out.
Having seen Ilwaâs appearance, Hajime and his party stood up and without any eagerness, they lightly answered him.
âYes.â
Afterwards, they were given the downpayment, and a letter of introduction for the lakeside town at the foot of the mountain range area. They also received information about the investigation request that was given to the adventurers, and finally Hajime and his party left the room. Batan, the door was closed with a slam. Ilwa stared at the door for a while, then, âFuu~â, let out a big sigh. Inside the room, no one spoke a word, then Datt anxiously spoke to Ilwa.
âBranch head... ... Is that okay? Such rewards are...â
â... ... Willâs life hangs in their hands. I canât ask anyone besides them. So, it canât be helped. Furthermore, they already agreed that I can judge first whether to lend them my power or not. Thereâll be no problem. Also, their secrets...â
âWhatâs displayed in the status plates will be an âinconvenienceâ, is it...â
âFumu, Datt-kun. Did you know? Herrlich kingdomâs Hero party, it seems all of them have unexpected statuses, you know?â
Datt opened his narrowed eyes wide because of Ilwaâs sudden story.
â ! Branch head, the summoned ones... ... you mean one of them is âGodâs Apostleâ? But, from their tone it seems they are opposing the church, isnât the Heroâs party managed by the Church of Saints?â
âAa, itâs just as you said. But... ... around four months ago, it seems one of them died inside the Orcus dungeon. He fell into the Abyss along with a demonic beast.â
â... ... donât tell me, that personâs still alive? If you said four months ago, isnât the Heroâs party still full of novices? Although I donât know what itâs like at the bottom of Orcus, to survive that...â
Datt couldnât believe it as he shook his head, and denied Ilwaâs guess. However, Ilwa who somehow gave out an interested expression and once again glanced at the door from which Hajime and his party had left.
âThat is true. But, if thatâs so... ... there must be a reason why he didnât rejoin with his companions and even went on a journey, right? Just what did he see in the bottom of the darkness, just what did he obtain?â
âJust what... ... that is huh...â
âAa, no matter what it is, surely, itâs something worth making him decide to oppose the church. To put it frankly, heâs determined to even oppose the world.â
âThe world...â
âFor me, I want to make connections with such a peculiar man by all means. For example, even if they are chased by the church and the kingdom, right. Rather, Sensei might have guessed that, thatâs why she purposely gave them this letter.â
âBranch head... ... please be sure to know when to quit, okay?â
âOf course I will.â
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And I just don't think that's what India's all about, or should be all about.
Indeed, what worries me is the entire notion of world leadership seems to me terribly archaic.
It's redolent of James Bond movies and Kipling ballads.
After all, what constitutes a world leader?
If it's population, we're on course to top the charts.
We will overtake China by 2034.
Is it military strength? Well, we have the world's fourth largest army.
Is it nuclear capacity? We know we have that.
The Americans have even recognized it, in an agreement.
Is it the economy? Well, we have now the fifth-largest economy in the world in purchasing power parity terms.
And we continue to grow. When the rest of the world took a beating last year, we grew at 6.7 percent.
But, somehow, none of that adds up to me, to what I think India really can aim to contribute in the world, in this part of the 21st century.
And so I wondered, could what the future beckons for India to be all about be a combination of these things allied to something else, the power of example, the attraction of India's culture, what, in other words, people like to call "soft power."
Soft power is a concept invented by a Harvard academic, Joseph Nye, a friend of mine.
And, very simply, and I'm really cutting it short because of the time limits here, it's essentially the ability of a country to attract others because of its culture, its political values, its foreign policies.
And, you know, lots of countries do this. He was writing initially about the States, but we know the Alliance Francaise is all about French soft power, the British Council.
The Beijing Olympics were an exercise in Chinese soft power.
Americans have the Voice of America and the Fulbright scholarships.
But, the fact is, in fact, that probably Hollywood and MTV and McDonalds have done more for American soft power around the world than any specifically government activity.
So soft power is something that really emerges partly because of governments, but partly despite governments.
And in the information era we all live in today, what we might call the TED age, I'd say that countries are increasingly being judged by a global public that's been fed on an incessant diet of Internet news, of televised images, of cellphone videos, of email gossip.
In other words, all sorts of communication devices are telling us the stories of countries, whether or not the countries concerned want people to hear those stories.
Now, in this age, again, countries with access to multiple channels of communication and information have a particular advantage.
And of course they have more influence, sometimes, about how they're seen.
India has more all-news TV channels than any country in the world, in fact in most of the countries in this part of the world put together.
But, the fact still is that it's not just that.
In order to have soft power, you have to be connected.
One might argue that India has become an astonishingly connected country.
I think you've already heard the figures.
We've been selling 15 million cellphones a month.
Currently there are 509 million cellphones in Indian hands, in India.
And that makes us larger than the U.S. as a telephone market.
In fact, those 15 million cellphones are the most connections that any country, including the U.S. and China, has ever established in the history of telecommunications.
But, what perhaps some of you don't realize is how far we've come to get there.
You know, when I grew up in India, telephones were a rarity.
In fact, they were so rare that elected members of Parliament had the right to allocate 15 telephone lines as a favor to those they deemed worthy.
If you were lucky enough to be a wealthy businessman or an influential journalist, or a doctor or something, you might have a telephone.
But sometimes it just sat there.
I went to high school in Calcutta.
And we would look at this instrument sitting in the front foyer.
But half the time we would pick it up with an expectant look on our faces, there would be no dial tone.
If there was a dial tone and you dialed a number, the odds were two in three you wouldn't get the number you were intending to reach.
In fact the words "wrong number" were more popular than the word "Hello."
If you then wanted to connect to another city, let's say from Calcutta you wanted to call Delhi, you'd have to book something called a trunk call, and then sit by the phone all day, waiting for it to come through.
Or you could pay eight times the going rate for something called a lightning call.
But, lightning struck rather slowly in our country in those days, so, it was like about a half an hour for a lightning call to come through.
In fact, so woeful was our telephone service that a Member of Parliament stood up in 1984 and complained about this.
And the Then-Communications Minister replied in a lordly manner that in a developing country communications are a luxury, not a right, that the government had no obligation to provide better service, and if the honorable Member wasn't satisfied with his telephone, could he please return it, since there was an eight-year-long waiting list for telephones in India.
Now, fast-forward to today and this is what you see: the 15 million cell phones a month.
But what is most striking is who is carrying those cell phones.
You know, if you visit friends in the suburbs of Delhi, on the side streets you will find a fellow with a cart that looks like it was designed in the 16th century, wielding a coal-fired steam iron that might have been invented in the 18th century.
He's called an isthri wala. But he's carrying a 21st-century instrument.
He's carrying a cell phone because most incoming calls are free, and that's how he gets orders from the neighborhood, to know where to collect clothes to get them ironed.
The other day I was in Kerala, my home state, about 20 kilometers away from any place you'd consider urban.
And it was a hot day and he said, "Hey, would you like some fresh coconut water?"
And it's the best thing and the most nutritious and refreshing thing you can drink on a hot day in the tropics, so I said sure.
And he whipped out his cellphone, dialed the number, and a voice said, "I'm up here."
And right on top of the nearest coconut tree, with a hatchet in one hand and a cell phone in the other, was a local toddy tapper, who proceeded to bring down the coconuts for us to drink.
Fishermen are going out to sea and carrying their cell phones.
When they catch the fish they call all the market towns along the coast to find out where they get the best possible prices.
Farmers now, who used to have to spend half a day of backbreaking labor to find out if the market town was open, if the market was on, whether the product they'd harvested could be sold, what price they'd fetch.
They'd often send an eight year old boy all the way on this trudge to the market town to get that information and come back, then they'd load the cart.
Today they're saving half a day's labor with a two minute phone call.
So this empowerment of the underclass is the real result of India being connected.
And that transformation is part of where India is heading today.
But, of course that's not the only thing about India that's spreading.
You've got Bollywood. My attitude to Bollywood is best summarized in the tale of the two goats at a Bollywood garbage dump -- Mr. Shekhar Kapur, forgive me -- and they're chewing away on cans of celluloid discarded by a Bollywood studio.
And the first goat, chewing away, says, "You know, this film is not bad."
And the second goat says, "No, the book was better."
I usually tend to think that the book is usually better, but, having said that, the fact is that Bollywood is now taking a certain aspect of Indian-ness and Indian culture around the globe, not just in the Indian diaspora in the U.S. and the U.K., but to the screens of Arabs and Africans, of Senegalese and Syrians.
I've met a young man in New York whose illiterate mother in a village in Senegal takes a bus once a month to the capital city of Dakar, She can't understand the dialogue.
She's illiterate, so she can't read the French subtitles.
But these movies are made to be understood despite such handicaps, and she has a great time in the song and the dance and the action.
She goes away with stars in her eyes about India, as a result.
And this is happening more and more.
Afghanistan, we know what a serious security problem Afghanistan is for so many of us in the world.
India doesn't have a military mission there.
You know what was India's biggest asset in Afghanistan in the last seven years?
One simple fact: you couldn't try to call an Afghan at 8:30 in the evening.
Why? Because that was the moment when the Indian television soap opera, "Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi," dubbed into Dari, was telecast on Tolo T.V.
And it was the most popular television show in Afghan history.
Every Afghan family wanted to watch it.
They had to suspend functions at 8:30.
Weddings were reported to be interrupted so guests could cluster around the T.V. set, and then turn their attention back to the bride and groom.
Crime went up at 8:30. I have read a Reuters dispatch -- so this is not Indian propaganda, a British news agency -- about how robbers in the town of Musarri Sharif* stripped a vehicle of its windshield wipers, its hubcaps, its sideview mirrors, any moving part they could find, at 8:30, because the watchmen were busy watching the T.V. rather than minding the store.
And they scrawled on the windshield in a reference to the show's heroine, "Tulsi Zindabad": "Long live Tulsi."
That's soft power. And that is what India is developing through the "E" part of TED: its own entertainment industry.
The same is true, of course -- we don't have time for too many more examples -- but it's true of our music, of our dance, of our art, yoga, ayurveda, even Indian cuisine. I mean, the proliferation of Indian restaurants since I first went abroad as a student, in the mid '70s, and what I see today, you can't go to a mid-size town in Europe or North America and not find an Indian restaurant. It may not be a very good one.
But, today in Britain, for example, Indian restaurants in Britain employ more people than the coal mining, ship building and iron and steel industries combined.
So the empire can strike back.
But, with this increasing awareness of India, with you and with I, and so on, with tales like Afghanistan, comes something vital in the information era, the sense that in today's world it's not the side of the bigger army that wins, it's the country that tells a better story that prevails.
And India is, and must remain, in my view, the land of the better story.
Stereotypes are changing. I mean, again, having gone to the U.S.
as a student in the mid '70s, I knew what the image of India was then, if there was an image at all.
Today, people in Silicon Valley and elsewhere speak of the IITs, the Indian Institutes of Technology with the same reverence they used to accord to MIT.
This can sometimes have unintended consequences. OK.
I had a friend, a history major like me, who was accosted at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam, by an anxiously perspiring European saying, "You're Indian, you're Indian! Can you help me fix my laptop?"
We've gone from the image of India as land of fakirs lying on beds of nails, and snake charmers with the Indian rope trick, to the image of India as a land of mathematical geniuses, computer wizards, software gurus.
But that too is transforming the Indian story around the world.
But, there is something more substantive to that.
The story rests on a fundamental platform of political pluralism.
It's a civilizational story to begin with.
Because India has been an open society for millennia.
India gave refuge to the Jews, fleeing the destruction of the first temple by the Babylonians, and said thereafter by the Romans.
In fact, legend has is that when Doubting Thomas, the Apostle, Saint Thomas, landed on the shores of Kerala, my home state, somewhere around 52 A.D., he was welcomed on shore by a flute-playing Jewish girl.
And to this day remains the only Jewish diaspora in the history of the Jewish people, which has never encountered a single incident of anti-semitism.
That's the Indian story.
Islam came peacefully to the south, slightly more differently complicated history in the north.
But all of these religions have found a place and a welcome home in India.
You know, we just celebrated, this year, our general elections, the biggest exercise in democratic franchise in human history.
And the next one will be even bigger, because our voting population keeps growing by 20 million a year.
But, the fact is that the last elections, five years ago, gave the world extraordinary phenomenon of Italian origin and Roman Catholic faith, Sonia Gandhi, who then made way for a Sikh, Mohan Singh, to be sworn in as Prime Minister by a Muslim, President Abdul Kalam, in a country 81 percent Hindu.
This is India, and of course it's all the more striking because it was four years later that we all applauded the U.S., the oldest democracy in the modern world, more than 220 years of free and fair elections, which took till last year to elect a president or a vice president who wasn't white, male or Christian.
So, maybe -- oh sorry, he is Christian, I beg your pardon -- and he is male, but he isn't white.
All the others have been all those three.
All his predecessors have been all those three, and that's the point I was trying to make.
But, the issue is that when I talked about that example, it's not just about talking about India, it's not propaganda.
Because ultimately, that electoral outcome had nothing to do with the rest of the world.
It was essentially India being itself.
And ultimately, it seems to me, that always works better than propaganda.
Governments aren't very good at telling stories.
But people see a society for what it is, and that, it seems to me, is what ultimately will make a difference in today's information era, in today's TED age.
So India now is no longer the nationalism of ethnicity or language or religion, because we have every ethnicity known to mankind, practically, we've every religion know to mankind, with the possible exception of Shintoism, though that has some Hindu elements somewhere.
We have 23 official languages that are recognized in our Constitution.
And those of you who cashed your money here might be surprised to see how many scripts there are on the rupee note, spelling out the denominations.
We've got all of that.
We don't even have geography uniting us, because the natural geography of the subcontinent framed by the mountains and the sea was hacked by the partition with Pakistan in 1947.
In fact, you can't even take the name of the country for granted, because the name "India" comes from the river Indus, which flows in Pakistan.
But, the whole point is that India is the nationalism of an idea.
emerging from an ancient civilization, united by a shared history, but sustained, above all, by pluralist democracy.
That is a 21st-century story as well as an ancient one.
And it's the nationalism of an idea that essentially says you can endure differences of caste, creed, color, culture, cuisine, custom and costume, consonant, for that matter, and still rally around a consensus.
And the consensus is of a very simple principle, that in a diverse plural democracy like India you don't really have to agree on everything all the time, so long as you agree on the ground rules of how you will disagree.
The great success story of India, a country that so many learned scholars and journalists assumed would disintegrate, in the '50s and '60s, is that it managed to maintain consensus on how to survive without consensus.
Now, that is the India that is emerging into the 21st century.
And I do want to make the point that if there is anything worth celebrating about India, it isn't military muscle, economic power.
All of that is necessary, but we still have huge amounts of problems to overcome.
Somebody said we are super poor, and we are also super power.
We can't really be both of those.
We have to overcome our poverty. We have to deal with the the ports, the roads, the airports, all the infrastructural things we need to do, and the software of development, the human capital, the need for the ordinary person in India to be able to have a couple of square meals a day, to be able to send his or her children to a decent school, and to aspire to work a job
that will give them opportunities in their lives that can transform themselves.
But, it's all taking place, this great adventure of conquering those challenges, those real challenges which none of us can pretend don't exist.
But, it's all taking place in an open society, in a rich and diverse and plural civilization, in one that is determined to liberate and fulfill the creative energies of its people.
That's why India belongs at TED, and that's why TED belongs in India.
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But if there were sweet and sour fruits right in front of them, the children would run towards it without regard.
In the blink of an eye, we finally arrived at the tree and the children scrambled to be the first one to pick the fruits.
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âYou can climb too, Nicole? Get up there!â
Though just a little, I started to climb the tree in response to the provocation of the boys.
I proceeded quickly to the end of the branch and tried to reach out to the fruits.
It was then, I noticed a moving shadow at the edge of my sight.
It moved to hide behind the western prairie, close to the village.
âIs that a kobold?â
Kobolds were the weakest monster in this world.
It looked like a bipedal dog, but its essence was closer to a wild beast.
Nevertheless, because it had the same degree of intelligence as a stupid person, it was quite dangerous.
Can you imagine a dog with human dexterity and a cruel murderous demonâs temperament?
Such monsters formed a herd and were approaching the village.
It was not too dangerous for adults to drive them away. But the problem was that their physique was not much different from that of children.
If it was usual, they would head back after ravaging the vegetable fields in front of the houses.
However, we were only children â it would be dangerous for us.
âOh no, itâs the kobolds! Everyone, let the adults know!â
I could observe it because I had a high viewpoint on the tree, and if not, it would have been a surprise attack.
Because there was the ultimate weapon called Lyell in this village, there would be no major damage. But that was only inside the village.
We now had no ability to drive back the kobolds.
After listening to my words, the children of the village panicked and ran away.
It was doubtful whether it was true or not, but this village is in constant risk of a monster raid.
There are no benefits to be gained from telling such lie though.
âUncle, there are kobolds outside the village! Call for Lyell-sama!â
Although it was a little off, this place was still near the village.
If the children kept running for a while, they would surely come across the villagers who would often come and go.
I understood that much from the voices of the children who called out to those villagers.
But I had not descended from the tree yet. Obviously, the kobolds were trying to stay hidden.
If you lost sight of them, it might become troublesome.
âNicole, letâs run away soon.â
âNo, no, I will monitor them from here, you must flee to the village soon.â
âYou cannot do that!â
One girl among the children said that stubbornly and refused to evacuate.
Was she unable to abandon her friends, or was she just fearful of Maria and Lyell, my parents?
In any case, she decided to stay here for me.
I appreciate the sentiment, but to be honest, thatâs quite bothersome to me.
âTsk!â
I kept my voice down to a minimum so that I could hear the child â the little girl.
The tree was located outside the village, very close to the kobolds.
If we were attacked by the kobolds, she would be attacked first since she was waiting under the tree.
âCan you climb this tree?â
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âWell, come up. It would be dangerous if you stay down.â
Kobolds had properties of the canine family.
They had clumsy claws and bad at climbing trees. It should be safer up here than staying on the ground.
The girl began to climb the tree with awkward movements.
But in response to the voices of the children, the kobolds seemed to have noticed us as well. They stopped hiding themselves, let out loud a roar and rushed over to us.
âQuickly!â
âWait, wait ...... I am not good at climbing trees.â
âThe enemy will not wait!â
It was clear she would not make it the way she was climbing.
If I donât stop the koboldsâ advance, she would soon be dead.
âKeep climbing!â
I said so, jumping over the branches and onto the ground.
The deep undergrowth formed a cushion, and I was not injured from the jump.
I was aiming at becoming a hero. I could not abandon this girl.
With the body I have now, it would be impossible to beat down the kobolds.
However, there was no need to defeat them. If I stalled for time, Lyell and Maria would come.
I was worried since I had no weapon, but I had brought a small knife to chop nuts. It should be possible to fight with this.
The kobolds got here before any villager could come running.
Drool came out from their open mouth with tongues hanging out.
There were three kobolds. Then, two more behind the trees.
The girl on the tree screamed when the kobold got closer.
Although the kobolds seemed to have noticed her, they did not have the means to reach her.
âSorry, but I canât have you damage the village any more than this.â
Recalling the lines I said in my past life, the corners of my mouth lifted.
At the same time, the first kobold started its attack.
With my current physical strength, I couldnât receive a frontal attack from the kobold, so I dodged to the side and aimed the knife at its neck.
But I couldnât cut the hard fur because my grip strength was weak.
Still, it seemed that the kobold hadnât come out unscathed; the kobold scowled in pain and howled.
In response to that, the other kobolds changed their target to me.
When I attacked the first kobold, I was a good distance away from the others, so there was a delay before they could attack.
Using that gap, I swung the knife again.
Though the attack couldnât cut through its fur, I could still stall for time. That was my current purpose.
But there were five opponents and I was only one person. There was a limit to how much I could do, even though I said I could still stall for time.
I was already being surrounded.
I adjusted my position against the cherry tree to avoid getting hit from a blind spot.
The kobolds like to launch a surprise attack from an unexpected position.
âGurururu......â
One kobold raised a growl to intimidate.
Even the little time they took to gauge my strength, I appreciate it. My limbs were already beginning to get tired as they want past their limits.
As it was, I wonât last long.
âAlthough it is impossible, I have to stall for longer.â
I lowered my body and kicked the grass to increase my speed. After I stunned the first one with a tackle, I would do my best to take on the kobold in the opposite corner during that gap.
Breaking the enemyâs formation would help to stall for time as I waited for reinforcement.
But my thoughts crumbled away in an instant.
I was too young to be able to tackle the kobolds with my small body.
On the contrary, I bounced back and rolled on the ground.
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Close to the beautiful river, you could see the two tents and a bonfire. At the first glance, it looked like someone was on a pleasure outing, but it wasnât that relaxed. It was a camping spot for the advance team for Moka Fenix rescue operation.
After they left the church, the six rode the horses for half a day.
On the way, they were looked at strangely by the gatekeepers, but once they saw the ãRequest from the thirteen apostlesãissued by Bagil, they immediately changed their attitude and let everyone pass.
After that, the six traveled non-stop for half a day and stopped only when the sun was about to set.
There were no humans and, most likely, monsters around the campsite, except for the six. The river quietly flowed and the fish were leisurely swimming in it. The student council was gawking at every little thing they saw during their first trip in the dark territory.
Actually, the horses werenât ordinary horses either. The six were using a special breed of a horse calledãMagic Horseãaccessible only to the apostles, their direct subordinates, and the special magicians.
Unlike a normal horse, ãMagic Horseãis able to use mana. That being said, they arenât able to generate mana themselves, so they need to be powered by the mana of the rider.
A magic horse powered by the mana is able to exert more power than usual. They might have traveled for half a day, but it would have taken days on the normal horses.
Naturally, they bumped into the magical beasts on the way, but since it was just a one-sided annihilation, they didnât slow down.
Most of the time, he was leaving the monsters to the student council, but when they werenât able to cope he intervened himself. This wasnât very effective but was implemented to let the student council adapt to fighting the magical beasts.
The student council was able to annihilate most of the monsters, yet Selena with her magic guns was a masterpiece.
As soon as she saw a monster, she pulled out the magic guns, fired a mana bullet, it hit the monsterâs head and the end.
Selenaâs appearance, when she was shooting in the head every moving thing while riding a horse, resembled a cowboy.
Thanks to that, there werenât many chances for Seiya to participate. By the way, Seiya was in charge of magic-immune boar-headed bears called boads.
In that case, Seiya used the dark magic to erase soil under their feet and create the improvised pitfalls.
While they advanced, they spotted a river and decided to camp on a riverbank.
Originally, Selena wanted to continue going forward, but she reluctantly gave up due to Monaâs persuasion. Even if they decided to camp there overnight, there was a problem of bedding. There, Yuaâs holy attribute showed its usefulness.
She used the holy attribute to produce enough iron bars to construct the frames of the tents and assembled it. As to why she wasnât able to produce the tents with the skeleton already installed, it was because of the materials being too different from each other.
In short, only one material can be produced at one time. Since Yuriel was completely metallic there was no problem, but to create metal and cloth at the same time was too difficult. Thatâs why she had no choice but to split the skeleton and cloth.
In this way, the rescue operation met no difficulties until now. With the bedding situation resolved, it was time to solve the food problem.
Fortunately, there was enough water due to the river, but the food was another matter. There, everyone decided to catch some fish from the river.
ãYuaã
ãAll right......ã
Being called by Seiya, Yua immediately guessed what he wanted. Yua activatedãHoly Creationãand made a large number of harpoons. Seiya grabbed them and approached the river.
ãIsnât it a little difficult to pull off?ã
ãRecklessã
Instead of doing that, you can use different ways to fish, they thought. However, Seiya immediately proved them wrong, with Lilyâs help that is.
ãLily, do not hold backã
ãUn!ã
As she was told, she faced the river and lifted her hands in the air with great momentum. Immediately, a part of the river rose in the air.
Lily was an Undine, a water fairy. Manipulating the water was the same as eating breakfast for her. The water was suspended in the air for a moment and then fell down into the river, fish not included.
No matter how fast the fish in the water is, it canât do anything in the air. Seiya kept throwing the harpoons towards the fish suspended in the air one after another. In a blink of an eye, he nailed about fishes.
ãThat was amazingã
ãSo it wasnât stupidityã
The student councilâs members lost their words at the incredible performance.
ãAs expected of Seiya.......ã
ãLily worked hard too!ã
ãYeah, thanks, Lilyã
Seiya patted Lilyâs head while being stared at by Yua. And after being patted by Seiya, Lily immediately recovered. Seeing Lily enjoying by herself, Yua requested for the same treatment.
The student council started doubting their common sense, looking at this scenery.
ãAll right, we have the ingredients. All that is left is cooking......ã
Looking at the caught fish, Seiya contemplated how to handle them. The reason being, he never had any contact with cooking before.
There he looked at his own fiancée, but he never saw her cooking before. Of course, Yuaâs answer was negative. Lily didnât require food to live in the first place, so she never bothered.
With things as they were, the student council was his only hope, but
ãCanât help it, give them to meã
And after few tens of minutes, many dishes appeared before everyone. Grilled fish, boiled fish, some kind of soup and other things.
ãDid the bird woman make all of these?ã
ãThatâs right, Do you have any complaints?ã
ãNo, just thought it is amazingã
ãI-Is that so?ã
Yua furrowed her brows for a moment, but no one noticed. Everyone tasted Selenaâs dishes.
Seiya decided to start with the soup. The moment he tasted it, his eyes narrowed.
ãDelicious! You are incredible, bird woman! ã
ãYeah, to the extent of wanting to eat it everydayã
After tasting her soup, Seiya displayed a wide smile. Her soup produced a great impact on him.
He felt his whole body warming up the moment he brought a spoon to his mouth,
ãE-e, every day?! It is not like I did it for you! ã[]ãYeah, I know. I just wanted to say that it is tasty enough to want to it eat every dayã
ãI knowã
Looking at Selena, Yua secretly swore to raise her cooking skill.
ãEveryone, can I have a moment?ã
However, it was time to dispel this carefree atmosphere. Seiya gathered everyoneâs attention and spoke about everyoneâs future actions.
ãI want to talk about the things ahead of us. However, do you know the world chronicle? ã
ãIs that a story about the origin of magic?ã
Selena answered Seiyaâs question with a question of her own.
ãRight. Before the formation of the Leiria Kingdom, there was a sole god in this world. The people lived while worshipping that godã
ãI know. That god had two children, who were later called god childrenã
Mona knew about this. In the first place, it is told in the academyâs history lessons in the beginning of your studies.
As long as you attend the history lessons, you should be aware. If you didnât know, that indicated that you never attended in the first place. There was no way for the student council to be in that category.
Yua looked like she knew. The only one left was Lily, but she also knew for some reason.
Then, Seiya quietly told them, about the origin of everything. | {
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Watching videos of the Charin fight and the preliminaries showed that she was someone to be feared, but as someone who didnât know much about the world of pro gamers, I didnât have any other information.
If I understood her personality, fighting style, and stance towards the game, it should give me more of an advantage. And so I wanted to hear as much as I could.
After all, there was someone directly related within our party...
âThen I will explain it to you!â
I expected Necoco to speak up, but it was Anne who joined the conversation.
Now that I thought about it, Anne had been talking about how Macoco was someone close to being a Virtualien...
In other words, this related to her interest in the occult.
And so in a way, she might know more about Macoco than Necoco.
âMacoco is an old veteran in the world of VR games. In fact, sheâs been playing before people started saying âGreat VR Age.â She was well known just as VR games were starting to catch on. And while she mostly plays VR games, she used to also upload videos of retro video games as well.â
Oh, she was really going in deep...
A retro game fan, huh... Maybe we would get along.
âHowever, Macoco is not a famous person. She was a small gamer that only a few people knew about. That is, until she met AUO...!â
âAUO?â
âAncient Unfair Online. Itâs another full-dive VRMMORPG. It was discontinued a long time ago. But it was known for being incredibly free, and management barely knew what was happening in the game...! There were unique skills and equipment, and human-like NPCs! This was because management was mostly left to AIs, so humans were just there to support them. It felt very fresh and futuristic. Itâs been years since it ended, but no game has matched the freedom found in AUO!â
âHmm. Now that I listen to you talk about it, I feel like I heard the name before... When was it... I think it was on the news...â
âYou must be thinking of the AUO forced logout incident! There was an external attack that caused a malfunction that forced players to logout. Of course, such things are quite common in the Great VR Age.â
The Great VR Age...sure was crazy.
âBut what is impressive is what happened after! They werenât able to fix the problem even after five years! That is why the game hasnât returned! But no one will flat out say that itâs done...! There are rumors about the staff being erased by the AI, or it being opened to an exclusive player base. But I think they are just too lazy to announce that itâs ended. The staff just tossed it out and ran...! Yes, that happens a lot these days!â
I was getting worried about this...age of VR.
âIn the end, people still wonder why the service was unable to return. AUO was such a detailed game, and so a few bugs and less players was not enough to end it. There were plenty of hardcore fans let, and they would have still been making a profit.â
âFor a company to stop a profitable game...there must be some insane reason that we donât know about...â
âExactly! And people continue to debate about it to this very day! Perhaps the game was destroyed from the attack, or the servers exploded or the game has been taken over...! But the theory that I believe is a little different from these popular ones!â
Those were the popular ones...!?
They sounded ridiculous to me. But I suppose the ridiculous was normal these days?
I was really living in incredible times...!
âI believe that the AIs became independent! Ultimately, it was them who ran the game, with the humans just supporting it. And the attackers were also human... The AIs must have become cautious, and so they established the game as its own independent world!â
...Well, now the other three didnât sound so outlandish anymore.
Yes, there was a sense of romance in that theory. It was occultic and very science fiction.
Still, they had stopped the service of a profitable game, so the reason could be something completely unexpected.
âIn fact, there were a few players and NPCs who tried to fight back when the troubles started to appear in the game! Because management was just sitting back and watching! If AIs have hearts, then surely it would be no surprise that they would move away from the humans!? Ah, how occultic!â
âThat is indeed an interesting story, but... Um, where does Macoco come in?â
âAh, thatâs right! When people were being forced to logout of AUO, she was one of the last players to stay within the game! And so some people think that she knows the truth! On top of that, Macoco, who had been very active up until then, went silent for half a year. That made her even more mysterious! People think that she was fighting alone within the game, or restored the world within. We can say whatever we want because she doesnât refute it!â
She alone had remained while everyone was logged out...huh?
That would get you a lot of attention.
But if Macoco wasnât saying anything, how would people know she was the last one...
Damn it, it was interesting to learn about something known in the occult world, but we needed something that would help in the upcoming fight...
In the end, not only would I have to watch this fight carefully, but I had to ask the person who was actually close to Macoco...! | {
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âTime for the essential beverage that comes after dinnerâ
âHey, weâre both and underage... nevermind, these rules were only binding us on our previous world, not here rightâ
âThatâs right! A toast to our reunion! The night has just begun so Iâll have you accompany me for quite a while, get readyâ
Kishana lifted her arm while holding the cup for the toast followed by Schenna, filling the air with a good quality wine smell that tickled their noses.
Schenna had drunk with her Knight Unit before, but she was weak to alcohol so every time she could she would keep her distance.
This time it was different though, it was both recommended and offered by her best friend who she had just reunited with so she didnât mind at all and drank as if it was nothing.
âDrinking rather fast, arenât you. Alright, letâs do what fate prohibited us from doing and continue our high school trip. I... I mean I, back then was in love with Fukuhara Shizue from our classâSurprised by the confession out of nowhere, Schenna sat there with her eyes wide open.
Fukuhara Shizue was a girl who used to accompany both Kouta and Yasuhiro on the way to school. She was a quiet girl who didnât stand out much as far as I remember, but to hear her name here and now was completely unexpected.
Yasuhiro was dating Takajou Saki at the time so I didnât expect him to have someone else in mind at all.
âI broke up with Saki right before the school trip. I tried dating her after she confessed to me but we just werenât made for each other. I didnât talk much to Fukuhara-san either but I just had this feeling whenever I looked at her in school, she seemed to be a good and honest personâ
âYouâre not even shy! So, do you regret not being able to confess to her in the end?â
âI guess I do regret it a bit... But itâs not that easy to confess to a girl you really like out of the blue you know? Well, I lost my chance anyways after so much hesitation. I bet she would be surprised if I were to confess to her with my current appearance hehâ
The dark elfâs expression changed into a somewhat sad face as she stared into the mirror.
Kishana who had a tomato-like red face finished her entire cup in a single gulp and sat on Schennaâs lap with an evil smile.âThis time is Schennaâs turn! I already finished my speech so, donât you dare tell me you have nothing to say!â
âYou drank too much already...â
âHey hey, donât try to avoid the topic. Or should I move on and do âwhateverâ I want to you?â
Said the attractive dark elf as she bit the knightâs chin.
Schenna couldnât handle it anymore and just gave in as Kishana approached her lips to kiss her.
âIâll say it okay!!! Kashiyama Madoka from our classâ
âKashiyama... Oh, that Kashiyama! I mean she was quite attractive but she was just as weirdâ
Kashiyama Madoka was a girl blessed with both beauty and intelligence, however she would take out her phone in the middle of the class just to take care of her market share and FXtransactions, skip every single gym class by using her period as an excuse, basically what the teachers considered to be a problematic kid.
Kouta had asked her once in his previous life why she kept on doing all those things that just brought her trouble, as to what she firmly replied: âI do whatever gets me money, everything else is irrelevant.â
âEven though she behaved like that, Iâve always thought she had some sort of sense of duty or something to it. She ended up skipping the school trip so she avoided the disaster of the plane crashing... I wonder if sheâs doing well over at our previous world.â
âSo... you say you were in love with her?â
âItâs because I loved her that I asked her why she kept doing those things! I was simply attracted to her appearance, even at night when I sleep I could never forget about her. Wasnât this enough of a reply!â
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ããããšãããããŸãã | And I'd like to review just how unintended consequences play the part that they do.
Let's go to 40,000 years before the present, to the time of the cultural explosion, when music, art, technology, so many of the things that we're enjoying today, so many of the things that are being demonstrated at TED were born.
And the anthropologist Randall White has made a very interesting observation: that if our ancestors 40,000 years ago had been able to see what they had done, they wouldn't have really understood it.
They were responding to immediate concerns.
They were making it possible for us to do what they do, and yet, they didn't really understand how they did it.
Now let's advance to 10,000 years before the present.
And this is when it really gets interesting.
What about the domestication of grains?
What about the origins of agriculture?
What would our ancestors 10,000 years ago have said if they really had technology assessment?
And I could just imagine the committees reporting back to them on where agriculture was going to take humanity, at least in the next few hundred years.
It was really bad news.
First of all, worse nutrition, maybe shorter life spans.
It was simply awful for women.
The skeletal remains from that period have shown that they were grinding grain morning, noon and night.
And politically, it was awful.
It was the beginning of a much higher degree of inequality among people.
If there had been rational technology assessment then, I think they very well might have said, "Let's call the whole thing off."
Even now, our choices are having unintended effects.
Historically, for example, chopsticks -- according to one Japanese anthropologist who wrote a dissertation about it at the University of Michigan -- resulted in long-term changes in the dentition, in the teeth, of the Japanese public.
And we are also changing our teeth right now.
There is evidence that the human mouth and teeth are growing smaller all the time.
That's not necessarily a bad unintended consequence.
But I think from the point of view of a Neanderthal, there would have been a lot of disapproval of the wimpish choppers that we now have.
So these things are kind of relative to where you or your ancestors happen to stand.
In the ancient world there was a lot of respect for unintended consequences, and there was a very healthy sense of caution, reflected in the Tree of Knowledge, in Pandora's Box, and especially in the myth of Prometheus that's been so important in recent metaphors about technology.
And that's all very true.
The physicians of the ancient world -- especially the Egyptians, who started medicine as we know it -- of what they could and couldn't treat.
And the translations of the surviving texts say, "This I will not treat. This I cannot treat."
They were very conscious.
So were the followers of Hippocrates.
The Hippocratic manuscripts also -- repeatedly, according to recent studies -- show how important it is not to do harm.
More recently, Harvey Cushing, who really developed neurosurgery as we know it, who changed it from a field of medicine that had a majority of deaths resulting from surgery to one in which there was a hopeful outlook, he was very conscious that he was not always going to do the right thing.
But he did his best, and he kept meticulous records that let him transform that branch of medicine.
Now if we look forward a bit to the 19th century, we find a new style of technology.
What we find is, no longer simple tools, but systems.
We find more and more complex arrangements of machines that make it harder and harder to diagnose what's going on.
And the first people who saw that were the telegraphers of the mid-19th century, who were the original hackers.
Thomas Edison would have been very, very comfortable in the atmosphere of a software firm today.
And these hackers had a word for those mysterious bugs in telegraph systems that they called bugs.
That was the origin of the word "bug."
This consciousness, though, was a little slow to seep through the general population, even people who were very, very well informed.
Samuel Clemens, Mark Twain, was a big investor in the most complex machine of all times -- at least until 1918 -- registered with the U.S. Patent Office.
That was the Paige typesetter.
The Paige typesetter had 18,000 parts.
The patent had 64 pages of text and 271 figures.
It was such a beautiful machine because it did everything that a human being did in setting type -- including returning the type to its place, which was a very difficult thing.
And Mark Twain, who knew all about typesetting, really was smitten by this machine.
Unfortunately, he was smitten in more ways than one, because it made him bankrupt, and he had to tour the world speaking to recoup his money.
And this was an important thing about 19th century technology, that all these relationships among parts could make the most brilliant idea fall apart, even when judged by the most expert people.
Now there is something else, though, in the early 20th century that made things even more complicated.
And that was that safety technology itself could be a source of danger.
The lesson of the Titanic, for a lot of the contemporaries, was that you must have enough lifeboats for everyone on the ship.
And this was the result of the tragic loss of lives of people who could not get into them.
However, there was another case, the Eastland, a ship that capsized in Chicago Harbor in 1915, and it killed 841 people -- that was 14 more than the passenger toll of the Titanic.
The reason for it, in part, was the extra life boats that were added that made this already unstable ship even more unstable.
And that again proves that when you're talking about unintended consequences, the right lessons to draw.
It's really a question of the system, how the ship was loaded, the ballast and many other things.
So the 20th century, then, saw how much more complex reality was, but it also saw a positive side.
It saw that invention could actually benefit from emergencies.
It could benefit from tragedies.
And my favorite example of that -- which is not really widely known as a technological miracle, but it may be one of the greatest of all times, was the scaling up of penicillin in the Second World War.
Penicillin was discovered in 1928, but even by 1940, no commercially and medically useful quantities of it were being produced.
A number of pharmaceutical companies were working on it.
They were working on it independently, and they weren't getting anywhere.
And the Government Research Bureau brought representatives together and told them that this is something that has to be done.
And not only did they do it, but within two years, they scaled up penicillin from preparation in one-liter flasks to 10,000-gallon vats.
That was how quickly penicillin was produced and became one of the greatest medical advances of all time.
In the Second World War, too, the existence of solar radiation was demonstrated by studies of interference that was detected by the radar stations of Great Britain.
So there were benefits in calamities -- benefits to pure science, as well as to applied science and medicine.
Now when we come to the period after the Second World War, unintended consequences get even more interesting.
And my favorite example of that occurred beginning in 1976, when it was discovered that the bacteria causing Legionnaires disease had always been present in natural waters, but it was the precise temperature of the water in heating, ventilating and air conditioning systems that raised the right temperature for the maximum reproduction of Legionella bacillus.
Well, technology to the rescue.
So chemists got to work, and they developed a bactericide that became widely used in those systems.
But something else happened in the early 1980s, and that was that there was a mysterious epidemic of failures of tape drives all over the United States.
And IBM, which made them, just didn't know what to do.
They commissioned a group of their best scientists to investigate, and what they found was that all these tape drives were located near ventilation ducts.
What happened was the bactericide was formulated with minute traces of tin.
And these tin particles were deposited on the tape heads and were crashing the tape heads.
So they reformulated the bactericide.
But what's interesting to me is that this was the first case of a mechanical device suffering, at least indirectly, from a human disease.
So it shows that we're really all in this together.
In fact, it also shows something interesting, that although our capabilities and technology have been expanding geometrically, unfortunately, our ability to model their long-term behavior, which has also been increasing, has been increasing only arithmetically.
So one of the characteristic problems of our time between capabilities and foresight.
One other very positive consequence of 20th century technology, though, was the way in which other kinds of calamities could lead to positive advances.
There are two historians of business at the University of Maryland, Brent Goldfarb and David Kirsch, who have done some extremely interesting work, much of it still unpublished, on the history of major innovations.
They have combined the list of major innovations, and they've discovered that the greatest number, the greatest decade, for fundamental innovations, as reflected in all of the lists that others have made -- a number of lists that they have merged -- was the Great Depression.
And nobody knows just why this was so, but one story can reflect something of it.
It was the origin of the Xerox copier, which celebrated its 50th anniversary last year.
And Chester Carlson, the inventor, was a patent attorney.
He really was not intending to work in patent research, but he couldn't really find an alternative technical job.
So this was the best job he could get.
He was upset by the low quality and high cost of existing patent reproductions, and so he started to develop a system of dry photocopying, which he patented in the late 1930s -- and which became the first dry photocopier that was commercially practical in 1960.
as a result of these dislocations, as a result of people leaving their original intended career and going into something else where their creativity could make a difference, that depressions and all kinds of other unfortunate events can have a paradoxically stimulating effect on creativity.
What does this mean?
It means, I think, that we're living in a time of unexpected possibilities.
Think of the financial world, for example.
The mentor of Warren Buffett, Benjamin Graham, developed his system of value investing as a result of his own losses in the 1929 crash.
And he published that book in the early 1930s, and the book still exists in further editions and is still a fundamental textbook.
So many important creative things can happen when people learn from disasters.
Now think of the large and small plagues that we have now -- bed bugs, killer bees, spam -- and it's very possible that the solutions to those will really extend well beyond the immediate question.
If we think, for example, of Louis Pasteur, who in the 1860s the diseases of silk worms for the silk industry, and his discoveries were really the beginning of the germ theory of disease.
sometimes the consequence, for example, of over-cultivation of silk worms, which was a problem in Europe at the time -- can be the key to something much bigger.
So this means that we need to take a different view of unintended consequences.
We need to take a really positive view.
We need to see what they can do for us.
We need to learn from those figures that I mentioned.
We need to learn, for example, from Dr. Cushing, who killed patients in the course of his early operations.
He had to have some errors. He had to have some mistakes.
And he learned meticulously from his mistakes.
when we say, "This isn't brain surgery," that pays tribute to how difficult it was for anyone to learn from their mistakes in a field of medicine that was considered so discouraging in its prospects.
And we can also remember how the pharmaceutical companies were willing to pool their knowledge, to share their knowledge, in the face of an emergency, which they hadn't really been for years and years.
They might have been able to do it earlier.
The message, then, for me, about unintended consequences is chaos happens; let's make better use of it.
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Next time I come here, I should give her a present as an apology.
â- â General, what do you think?â
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âRight, letâs hear the leaderâs opinion!â
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âCarlo-sama seems to have fun, so isnât it fine?â
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After a brief explanation at the tea party, I declared that...
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It seems that everyone didnât quite understand.
â...Mitsuha-san, your explanation is too insufficient!â (Michelle)
âOh, right, sorry......â (Mitsuha)
I was reprimanded by Micchan.
So I explained it again in detail.
â...In other words, you can refuse or cancel an unwanted engagement, and go with whomever you want to be engaged with?â
A member asked me that with glaring eyes, but...
â...No, you can refuse or cancel the engagement, but you canât get engaged unless the other party wishes to do so......
Therefore, if you want to establish an engagement, please use only your own strength and the cooperation of your friends here as weapons. Just like with Carrea-sama, who was our Societyâs first operation...
We only ask the Goddess-sama or the Messenger if you wish to refuse.â (Mitsuha)
Yeah, what about this one? About being on the pushing side towards those unwillingly.
Well, I think that few men who donât have a fiancée or someone they have feelings for would not want to be begged by our members, but I donât want to get involved in stealing someone by crushing their engagement or something like that.
For a villainous daughter-breaking-off-engagement-sucking thing, should only be in novels.
And the daughter of Earl Sierebart, Carrea de Sierebart, who was the client of our first operational activity, successfully got engaged to the target, the eldest son of the Earlâs family. So, everyone was full of confidence that they could do it, so there was no problem with my slightly provocative words.
âWe can only [ask the Messenger to help the innocent and pious servant], not to do evil, to trample on the hearts of others, or to do anything that would make it impossible for us to stand proud to the Goddess!â (Mitsuha)
Well, everyone nodded their heads in agreement. It seems that they are convinced.
âThatâs why, after listening to the wishes of those who have a request to make to the Messenger, and after deliberating whether or not it is an appropriate request to make, we will formally arrange and make the request.â (Mitsuha)
No one here asks specifically to whom or how.
The reason why we go to all this trouble is that if we just roughly put everyone together and say, [God will punish those who make an attempt on the members of the society!] if we did this, they would not get any marriage proposals.
Besides, all the children who are currently receiving good matchmaking or have mutually satisfying engagements are breaking up.
So we have to carefully assess that and plan to squash the ones we donât like and not affect the ones we want.
A specific method? I havenât thought about it yet. Weâll think it over after we see the results of the survey.
The results of the wish survey showed a sharp division into two groups [I am satisfied with my current fiancé. I would like to decline the other applications] and [Keepâem coming! Kick them out, I will choose the best one!].
And among the former group, three of them were being pressured by the other partyâs position, and two of them were being forced by their fathers to switch fiancés...... Also, one wants to break off the engagement with her current fiancé.
Others were flooded with applications, but nothing so terrible, and it seems that it was usually enough to just decline, saying [I already have a fiancé].
âRight now, there are six cases that need to be addressed...
And when we manage to do that, we donât know when theyâll get another application from other such people again soon, or to another member of the Society......
To do something about the current situation and prevent the problem from reoccurring in the future...â (Mitsuha)
âSo weâll just have to ask the Messenger!â (Sabine)
âYes, indeed!â (Colette)
Colette-chan and Sabine-chan were saying things on their own.
......But, really, that seems to be the only way to go......
Umu umumumu......
Attention in the morning paper, the decision in the evening paper! Kobe Newspaper, Part-time News!
âI have no choice but to do it now, donât I?...â (Mitsuha)
Ok, so letâs start gathering and researching more info!
After that, I gathered a lot of information.
......Well, I heard most of it, but I also asked other members when the person wasnât around to get some background information, and I gathered a lot of information from other children of noble families who were not members of ours.
Thereâs no child who hates talking to me. After all, Iâm the head of Viscount Yamano, who sells products to Rephilia Trading, and the vice chairman of the society. Everyone was talking fluently about anything, trying to buy my interest.
Of course, I didnât ask them directly, but I also gathered information indirectly, through connections and money.
Information should be collected in a variety of ways, complementing each other and verifying each other from multiple angles to improve accuracy.
Iâm not so stupid as to take an explanation from one side and act on it without hearing what the other side has to say, no matter how much the member has to say.
Many people who are normally [good friends] lose their credibility as soon as they have a direct interest in them.
And this time itâs about the person theyâre going to marry. Both them and their houses were full of interest.
So, even if the other party was not at fault in any way, they can try to make them look bad, break off the engagement, try to get compensation, or make a contract that would be favorable to them... They may also try to force the other party to enter into an engagement...
And to that, they may try to use the names of the Society and Viscount Yamano......
So, we will back them up.
If itâs to help those in need, I do not care if the name of the Yamano family was damaged in any way, but I will not tolerate being cheated or taken advantage of. That was the motto of the Yamano family, or rather, the [Yamano house].
I donât care if it costs me , yen to get back the yen I was cheated out of.
As long as the opponent will definitely suffer more than 100 yen in damage, making them regret trying to deceive the Yamano family and underestimating us. That was our family tradition.
I may be the only one left, but I will keep the tradition alive and pass it on to the next generation.
......If I could make the [next generation] that is.
Yeah, I canât make the next generation by myself......
No good, Iâm getting off track.
In any case, I will focus on collecting information, and I will not tolerate backstabbing.
And this time, although there were some exaggerations and gaps in perceptions, the declarations from the members were generally not wrong.
......So yeah, the members told the truth without misrepresentation.
And since everyone showed their sincerity, now itâs my turn.
Who will play the role of the messenger though?...
Beatrice-chan, whom I had few opportunities to meet recently due to political considerations?
Sabine-chan seems to want Beatrice-chan to join, so Iâll take this opportunity... Right, but she doesnât speak the language of the new continent! Denied!!!!
Colette-chan or Sabine-chan...
Theyâre still not very fluent in the language of the new continent, and Iâve already introduced them as my sisters all over the place. I kept showing them around....... Rejected!
Thereâs no one else then! To begin with, thereâs no one who can speak the language of the new continent like a native and is willing to keep my secrets with me.
......I have no choice, Iâll have to do it myself......
All the voices would go through a loudspeaker and a bonus if I have a voice changer, itâll be fine.
And with wigs, colored contacts, foundation, cotton, masks, horse masks, catnip, pads..., donât ask me what for!... And other assorted disguises that are the best of Earthâs science, and I probably wonât be recognized!
âIsnât it okay to just put a pad on your chest?â (Sabine)
âYeah, with just that, even I wonât be able to tell youâre Mitsuha!â (Colette)
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Yua was fully concentrated on Selena, but Seiya was wary of his surroundings. By tying down Mona and Aishi, they successfully isolated Selena.
ãThis is dangerousã
Faced with this situation, Selena muttered while sweating profusely. After Aishiâs defeat, Mona was at a considerable disadvantage.
Mona performs as a support most of the time, she isnât suited for close combat. Thatâs why her current circumstances werenât favorable in the slightest.
Selena tried to cast a spell to change the current situation, but Yua didnât give her any time. In a normal fight, Selena should have been able to chant while fighting. However, she didnât have such a leeway against Yua.
She was that quick.
ãMona!ã
ãYeah, I agreeã
The two confirmed with an eye contact. That was their last plan, in case they were forced into a corner. However, that plan required Aishiâs participation. Fortunately, Aishi didnât retire yet.
In other words, there was a possibility of Aishiâs revival. The two gambled on that possibility.
ãOperation Deltaã
ãOperation Deltaã
ã...............ã
Toward Monaâs and Selenaâs words, everyone expressed their vigilance. Seiya castãMantle of Lightã, just in case of emergency. Yua readied the Yuriel and Lily joined Seiya and Yua.
ãWhat will happen?ã
ãNo idea......ã
The three further increased their vigilance upon witnessing Selena gathering her mana.
Mana gathered in the center of her body and she leaped in the air with full force. That being said, she only leaped three meters high.
However, it was enough.
After she leaped in the air, Mona hugged her from behind. Mona gathered all of the wind she could and flew into the sky. That being said, her flying capability was limited. []
However, even like that, it was enough for the Operation Delta. Selena left her body to Mona and started chanting.
ãYurialã
ãWater Laserã
Against Mona and Selena floating in the air, Yua, with the Yurial, and Lily, with water laser, launched a powerful assault. However, the twoâs attacks were dodged by Mona.
ãFire of will, light of heart, maidenâs sentiments, dragonflyâs proof, shrine maiden of the flame dragonãGuardian Dragon of the Shrine Maiden of the Fire Dragon Kagutsuchiãã[]
Selena put all of her mana into the magic guns and pulled the triggers. The magic stones shined brightly and fired the red mana.
And the mana swiftly changed its appearance.
The two fire dragons were revealed. The dragons descended from the sky while eyeing Seiyaâs group.
ãLily and I will take one each, Yua is a supportã
ãUnderstood......ã
The three immediately acted.
UsingãMantle of Lightãand Limit Break Seiya faced one of the dragons. However, it didnât seem to receive any damage no matter how he cut it.
ãDamn, it does look like I lack the powerã
Just as he thought, the Hollins was just too small to inflict serious damage. He was able to scratch it but didnât even come close to the finishing blow.
With the dark magic, he would have been able to easily annihilate it, but, once again, he couldnât use it.
ãThen letâs use that approach. Yua! ã
Seiya thought of an idea and called out to Yua.
ãWha.....?ã
ãYua, rise my next spell as much as you canã
ãRise....? All right...ã
Yua had no idea what he was about to do, but she had a firm belief in her fiancé.
ãWith this, I will put an end to thisã
Following those words, Seiya switched the mana around the Hollins. The Hollins was wrapped in the water-attributed mana.
Seiya swung the water mana-wrapped Hollins and released a strike towards the fire dragon. Then, he shouted towards Yua.
ãNow, Yuaã
As she was told, she launched her own light-attributed mana with Seiyaâs spell as its target.
The change happened abruptly. Yuaâs light-attributed mana wrapped around Seiyaâs water-attributed mana. Then, enhanced calming effect assaulted the fire dragon.
And at almost the same time, Lilyâs Gedo-chan attacked another dragon.
The dragons were defeated almost simultaneously. However, the flames from the dragons gathered together on the ground without being extinguished.
ãThis is......Yua, Lily, come hereã
Seeing the fireâs behavior, he immediately summoned Yua and Lily. Feeling the unusual impatience in his voice, they quickly rushed to his side.
ãSeiya.....?ã
ãSeiya-kun!?ã
The two were surprised at an unexpected usage of defensive magic.
Seiya briefly ordered and the two moved into action.
ãRoger that. Oh, waterã
By coating the five-layered light wall with water, its resistance to fire was increased.
The three were convinced that it was enough to deal with the shockwave.
However, Mona and Selena in the sky smiled at their behavior. Everything was going as planned. The rest depended on the last piece of the Operation Delta, Aishi.
They had no choice other than to leave the rest to Aishi. For Mona and Selena, who didnât have any mana left, that was their only hope.
Aishi, who had her body affected and lost consciousness, woke up upon flames gathering on the ground. However, her body still refused to listen to her.
Seeing the clumps of fire and Mona flying in the sky, she immediately understood. They truly initiated the final stage of the final plan, Operation Delta.
ãWho would have thoughtã
Who would usually believe into an unconscious person, thought Aishi. But more than that, she was happy that the two relied on her to such extent.
Thatâs why, even though she wasnât able to move, she started chanting. At that time, for the first time in her life, Aishi desired to win from the bottom of her heart. []
Aishi Absona was a genius from birth. Since she was birthed in an advanced magician family, she was educated regarding magic from early days.
With her talent, she obtained enough strength to not put anyone of the same generation in her eyes. However, her enthusiasm and desire for victory slowly wore down.
When she entered the academy, she very soon tasted defeat at the hands of a person of the same generation. Her opponent was Selena Fenix, who was one year older that her. []
Even though she lost by a small margin, she wasnât frustrated. That didnât change even when she decided to attend the Leiria Magic Tournament.
She participated in the last Leiria Magic Tournament with Mona and Selena.
They thought that they had a chance to win, but were immediately eliminated. Their opponents at that time were from Senabia Magic Academy.
Mona and Selena cried in frustration, but Aishi was thinking that the representatives of Senabia Magic Academy were just too strong, so she didnât cry.
However, now was different. Right now, I want to win for the sake of my friend who believed in me. That feeling was never present in Aishi until now.
Thatâs precisely why I will absolutely complete this spell. Aishi swore in her heart.
ã.........de......snow............cover......ã
Right when she started to chant, the flames exploded.
Zudoooooooon.
The explosion fueled by Selenaâs full power turned the arena into a burning hell.
The soil, that was damp after Lilyâs attacks, immediately dried up. The air violently fluctuated under the high heat.
Moreover, one of the remaining two was in tatters, so it wasnât wrong to disregard it.
If they didnât fortify the wall beforehand, they would have already become the ashes.
The unprecedented battle in the history of Arsenia Magic Academy reached its climax. | {
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âLady Nicole, are you awake?â
âMorning, Den. Did the night go without problems?â
âYes, there was nothing noteworthy.â
I got up from the bed and headed to open the lock for Den to enter. I opened the door with a clank and saw Den dressed in a butler suit standing behind it. Seeing me defenselessly open the door, Den gave a silent sigh.
âLady Nicole, you look a little immodest.â
âIsnât it fine, youâre the only one here.â
âThat is not the problem. It appears that Lady Letinaâs spartan training was not enough.â
He shook his head as if in exasperation. The tray in his hand did not budge in the process. He had todayâs breakfast lined up on it.
âIs this breakfast? Letâs eat together.â
âPlease get dressed before that. I shall wait here.â
âComing in... would be problematic, huh. Give me a moment.â
Den was an Ogre so I didnât mind even if he saw me, but the outsiders could get weird ideas. If someone saw me inviting a man inside my room and coming out all dressed, it would lead to rumors.
I quickly put on my uniform and combed my disordered hair with my fingers. Normally Iâd have used a brush, but I felt bad to keep Den waiting outside.
âYour hair is disordered.â
âYou are surprisingly sensitive to details.â
âI am acting as your butler at present after all.â
As I sat at the small table installed inside the room, Den quickly laid out the breakfast.
âI will fix your hair, so please focus on eating.â
âYou sound like Finia...â
âIt is quite economical time-wise, so it should be alright, yes? It is bad manners, however.â
I spread butter on the toast before me and took a bite. I also poured myself a scented tea and poured it down my throat.
âMgh, did you make this breakfast yourself?â
âNo, it was Lady Finia. I am not good at cooking after all. God Hastur could only cook roughly, so he did not teach me that.â
âAh, yeah, that old man does seem like heâd be crude at cooking.â
âHe was by no means bad at it, but how to put it, he only made things suited for outdoor cooking.â
I ate the crunchy salad and washed it down with tea.
The feeling of fresh vegetables and their refreshing fragrance tickled my nose. This was something you couldnât make without fresh vegetables.
As expected of the academy that was intended for nobles. It seemed that they were using fresh ingredients even for breakfast.
âYeah, as expected of the senior academy. They are using good ingredients.â
âLady Finia also seemed to be enjoying making it.â
Finiaâs cooking was something like a hobby too. It should have been a good outlet for stress for her. I finished my breakfast while thinking of such things and decided to drink one more cup of the scented tea, at which point Den also finished arranging my hair.
I stood up and checked my appearance in the full-body mirror.
âYeah, looks good.â
âLady Nicole, here are your school items.â
âThanks.â
Just as I accepted the bag, there was another knock.
This one didnât even wait for a reply and spoke loudly.
âNicole, time for school!â
â...Letina, be quiet in the morning.â
Looks like she was in perfect form right from the morning. I opened the door while giggling along with Den.
We left Den and Finia to investigate the dorm interior while the two of us headed to school.
My charm power wasnât active as I was wearing the eyepatch now, but my conspicuous bluish-silver hair shone as it reflected the sunlight. That glow ended up attracting peopleâs attention regardless.
âThe stares hurt.â
âHasnât it always been like this?â
âSo itâs gonna be like this until they get used to it.â
Entering the school building, I opened my locker to switch to the school shoes. But as I did, letters spilled out like an avalanche from within.
â...Again, huh?â
âI remember this from the elementary grade too.â
âWhy arenât you getting any, Letina?â
Me aside, Letina was also a beauty of the same level. Excluding her chest. Moreover, she was also a new transfer. She should be in the same position as me. And yet, there was not a single letter in her locker.
âI said âI will give you the honor of being your classmate, ohohohohoâ when I transferred, so they are avoiding me.â
âShouldnât you be trying to stand out?â
âI did stand out extremely well!â
âSo you chose that way?!â
That would certainly allow her to stand out a lot. But if no one approaches her, gathering information would be far from possible.
If she was avoided, she wouldnât even be able to hold a normal conversation.
I got on my knees and gathered the letters, and then dumped them in the trash can on the side of the corridor.
âOh, you are not going to answer them?â
âWhat should I even answer? And with the number, it will take a while to do even that.â
âThere might have been your destined one among them.â
âYouâre having fun arenât you, Letina.â
âI very much do in fact.â
I pulled her cheeks at her overly honest reply.
âOuhhhh, ish huuhshh!â
âItâs the penalty for mocking your friend. You wonât do it anymore, right?â
âBahh I rehuushh!â
But I refuse!
In resistance, she also reached out toward my cheeks. I dodged them by bending backward while keeping up my punishment, but then another student addressed me.
âUm, good morning, Miss Nicole.â
âAh, good morning.â
âGood morning to you too, Miss Letina.â
â...Pfft.â
She replied while her cheeks were pulled, which made the girl leaks a laugh.
âWhah was zhat fohr?â
âNothing, my bad. I believed you were less approachable.â
I would feel bad to keep pulling her cheeks during the conversation, so I let go. She pressed hands on her reddened cheeks and massaged them.
âYouâre terrible, Nicole!â
âWhatever.â
âI thought you were harder to approach too, Miss Nicole.â
âIâm not a noble, but a commoner.â
âBut you are from the lineage of those Six heroes. Youâre far higher than your average nobles... Ah, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs fine.â
Iâve been told that since my young days. This much wouldnât bother me the slightest. Rather, since she was attentive to that, she sounded like she was a quite considerate person. | {
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Well, it was already decided, so itâs not surprising.
Count Bozes is a man of character and is loved by the people of his domain, so itâs not at all surprising that he would rise in the ranks since he manages his domain solidly in the countryside far from the royal capital while supporting the surrounding small baronies and viscountsâ domains.
But, they say, itâs not as easy to ascend to the ranks as it would normally be.
No wonder.
Noble families will continue to exist for a long time unless the whole family is destroyed, deposed, or perishes.
If you let the new noble families rise up and be promoted easily, the kingdom will quickly become full of new nobles and high-ranking nobility.
As the number of nobles increases, more and more fiefdoms, noble pensions, positions, etc. become necessary, and the number of their children, grandchildren, and others who demand treatment as nobles would rise at the pace of the rat population explosion.
......That would be a huge surge in the burden on the government, and thereâs nothing they can do about it.
However, Count Bozes-sama has become a major center of super-importance. Heâs responsible for the future of the country, and indeed the continent, by dealing with the expeditionary fleet, acquiring the rights to the three requisitioned ships, naturalizing citizenship of the crew members, owning naval bases and shipyards, and researching and developing guns and cannons.
Therefore, itâs only natural that he should be elevated to the rank of marquis so that he would not be pestered by other aristocrats who are after his interests and to repel interferences from other countries
Besides, since several noble families were taken down or deposed during the invasion of the empire, the promotion of the Bozes family may have been just right to balance and fill in the gaps.
I wonder if Alexis-sama and I were also recognized in conjunction.
Anyway, new conferment of peerage and promotion to aristocratic households are usually not something that can be easily recognized.
......Well, of course, you canât get a higher title than you have now unless you achieve the same or even more than your ancestors did to become nobility, right?
What kind of impossible game is that?......
Ah, in terms of achievements, itâs only natural for me to be promoted to the rank of Count, and in fact, there seems to have been talks of that, but I was just a commoner in this kingdom, so I had been made into a Viscount, and it wasnât a good idea for me to rise into a Count consecutively.
Even so, it seems that there were voices saying that Hime Miko-sama should be promoted to the peerage, however, the counts and viscounts who wanted to marry me off to their eldest son, their heir, opposed the idea because they thought that if I became a count, it would be difficult for them to marry me off because of the balance of family ranks.
......Yeah, good job!
If I became a count, it would be problematic for me to remain in this small former barony, and I donât want to abandon it now and start over in a large countâs territory somewhere else.
In the first place, I said, [I want a small fiefdom], and they gave me this place. Theyâll mess it up.
Well, it seems that the king also thought I was going to marry somewhere, instead of getting a husband, so he doesnât want to forcefully raise my peerage.
In terms of my value, or rather my prestige, the only one who has the title of the [Great Hero of Salvation, Hime Miko of Thunder] was enough for me, rather than join the many [Counts]...
For Count Bozes-sama, it was a recognition of achievement comparable to that of his ancestor, who had become a rising aristocrat long ago, and it was a momentous occasion that would occur only once in a generation, if not a lifetime.
Thatâs what heâs trying to get.
But itâs kind of funny that the Count-sama was restless like a groom the day before his wedding.
......And so, Count-sama asked me to prepare food for the celebration party.......
The ceremony was, of course, held at the royal palace, and I just attended it normally as a nobleman closely related to the Boses family.
As you can imagine, we donât do entertainment skits or set off fireworks at such ceremonies.
Of course, I would never use the one Iâm thinking of for Sabine-chan and Prince Louchenâs debutante ball. If I used such a thing, I would really run out of material to use for them.
Well, since Iâm greatly involved in the reason for Count-samaâs promotion this time, itâs only natural that I would be invited to the ceremony.
Even without that, I have the title of [Great Hero of Salvation, Hime Miko of Thunder] in addition to being the head of a mere Viscount family, so it would be impossible for me not to be invited to the ceremony where a new Marquis will be born.
...And so, weâre having a party.
No, the ceremony went off without a hitch.
It was a grueling event with no room for unnecessary intervention.
And the food that Count Bozes-sama..., or rather the Marquis-sama, had asked for was prepared by a team of helpers from Adelaide-chanâs family, Viscount Reinerâs family, and a cook from the Bozes family who had learned how to cook Yamano cuisine during Beatrice-chanâs debutante ball. People worked hard to make it.
No, as you can imagine, on a day like this I wouldnât be handling the kitchen behind the scenes.
If I, the official attendee, the [Great Hero of Salvation, Hime Miko of Thunder], were to do such a thing, the reputation of Count Bozes-sama......, I mean Marquis-sama, would drop from the very beginning of his ascension.
No, Beatrice-chanâs debutante ball was fine.
That was just a story of friendship between two smiling girls because I, just a simple girl, personally helped a girl who was my best friend.
And perhaps they think that at my debutante ball, [Saint Beatrice] will return the favor by making a cameo appearance in a skit or something.
......But thatâs not the case this time.
A promotion. A party for ascension from a count to a marquis isnât something that can be done with friendship or something.
Todayâs event would represent the power and factional relationships of the nobility.
On this day, I had no idea what the nobles would say later if I worked as a backstage crew.
In the first place, I and Count-sama... Marquis-samaâs age was too far apart to be able to get away with [friendship].
Anyway, thatâs why, although I did spare no effort to help in advance, I was just one of the party participants today, and I was not involved in the behind-the-scenes work.
Well, since I had given them a large amount of Japanese foodstuffs and sweets yesterday, there was no problem.
Also, Marcel-san of the Reiner family can already make the dishes served at Adelaide and Beatriceâs debutante ball perfectly, and they can also make other Earth dishes and new dishes that they have adapted from them. Because of this, if you give him ingredients such as sea fish, premium-grade Japanese black beef, and Barbary duck meat, he can make a variety of dishes that not even a royal chef could compete with.
...No, it happened largely because of the great power of ingredients that cannot be obtained in this country, and the [unlimited use of various spices, herbs, and seasonings], which I also provide inexhaustibly, and I also fed them the sample dishes and provided the recipes.
So by no means that the royal chef was not good at what they do. If I offered the royal chef the same thing, they might be able to make even more awesome dishes......
Or rather, I feel sorry for the royal cooks.
Perhaps the royal family and the nobles who were invited to the party at the castle would surely criticize it in various ways compared to Yamano cuisine.
No, something must be done to remedy the situation, or the position of all the royal cooks will be in jeopardy...
âIâm sure you donât have to worry that much about it. They are professionals in their field, and they can get over that much on their own. It would be insulting to the professionals to feel sorry for them.â (King)
âAh, your highness!..... Why are you here now?! I thought a king was supposed to appear after the party had started and be announced as âHis Majesty the King is coming in!â. And how did you know what Iâm thinking?â (Mitsuha)
âNo, you were speaking of it for a while now...â (King)
Come again~?!
âAnd Iâll make a proper appearance later. But after that, I canât eat the food freely because I have to talk to everyone and do all kinds of stuff.
So, the only way to get a taste of the new Yamano cuisine is to move while I can......â (King)
âSo thatâs why!...... Oh, come to think of it, youâre not wearing a crown...â (Mitsuha)
âAh, because Iâm not [acting as a king] right now.â (King)
âWhen youâre not wearing a crown, youâre off-duty!! And why is Sabine-chan here!?â (Mitsuha)
Somehow, Sabine-chan was munching on her food at a distance.
Since sheâs not wearing a tiara, that means Sabine-chan was not in princess mode right now.
When the title of viscount was conferred on me, she was wearing a tiara properly. Also the second princess Chi-neesama and the first princess-neesama as well...
Oh, those two are also eating over there.
Everyone around me doesnât want to be disturbed, so I shouldnât be talking to them right now.
......I wonder if itâs the usual thing, they seem used to it, donât they?
âThereâs no such thing! I heard that a new Yamano cuisine will be released only today.
If itâs a regular dish, just tell the head chef and heâll make whatever you want, whenever you want!â (King)
âOh, is that so...â (Mitsuha)
Apparently, theyâre not always this shabby.
No wonder.......
And did my voice leak out again?
Well, anyway, itâs not my turn today.
As just one of the party participants, I can just relax normally... canât I?
A noble party was different from a banquet. A place to socialize, in other words, a workplace.
I have to greet people here and there, discuss sales of the territoryâs products, offer exchange terms to those who ask me to broker a deal with the Marquis Bozes-sama, and conduct various other business activities and sales activities.
The husbands of this world would come home after drinking, mostly because itâs part of their job, so the wives, please donât be too mad at them.
...Anyway, without much incident, Count Bozes-sama evolved into âMarquis Bozes-samaâ.
There will be no major events for the time being.
I should get to work on my territory......
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It was currently a hot summer, so it was a gym uniform with exposed buttocks and kneesocks suited for mountain climbing. I went with the sturdy academy boots as well, and put on a hat after roughly tying up my hair with a string.
If anyone saw me walking outside like this, theyâd definitely think of me as a kid that snuck out to enjoy the nightlife.
âI wonder if itâll be safe to step out looking like this?â
I couldnât see it being a smart move to walk like this at night. Of course, the blacksmith didnât live in this city but in the nearby mountains, so I should have no problem with being seen as long as I manage to slip out of the city itself. I shouldnât... But the problem remained until I actually left it.
âOh well, I have a guardian with me now, so it should be fine. Besides, itâs Maxwell so even if some weird rumors do spread...â
Ever since he was engaged in politics, he had a bad reputation for his mischiefs. A rumor that he took the daughter of his friend out at night wouldnât add much to his already bad reputation.
The only problem would be Lyell whoâd snap out afterward... But I couldnât care less about that part.
After erasing the sound and presence and put my clothes on, I put Kabby under the blanket in my place and left the room.
Kabby alone was too small, so I added Maxwellâs familiar as well. With that, the blanket had a big enough swelling that youâd think there was a child sleeping there.
If I made too much noise it could wake up the kids. Letina, in particular, was quite sensitive to noises due to always accompanying me in battles.
But that was that. I used to be the top-ranking assassin back in the day. It was a childâs play for me to slip past the eyes of some kids.
I stepped out from the back door and headed to the appointed place in the backyard. The familiar told me about it beforehand. Maxwell had arrived in advance and was standing under the shade of a tree.
If only he kept his mouth shut, he would become quite a picturesque sight, given how tall he was.
âAh, youâre here, Reid.â
âHm? Wait, you called me Nicole back there, didnât you?â
âIt was not wise to call you with your old name in a place where you never know who might be listening.â
âOh, so you were being considerate for once.â
There were other students in that room, even if they were supposedly sleeping. Albeit faint, there was still a possibility of one of them waking up from his voice.
âSince you were feeling so tactful, lend me a coat while you are at it.â
âA mantle? For what?â
âIf they see me walking in this getup, theyâd definitely get suspicious.â
My current appearance was that of a student doing physical training. If they saw a kid dressed like this, it would give rise to weird rumors, as I already mentioned.
âTrue, even I wish to avoid such rumors. Here, wear this then.â
He took off his own robe and passed it to me. Since our heights differed so much, it was so big for me I could live inside. But he had no spare on his person, so beggars couldnât be choosers.
Just rolling it up wouldnât help, so I had to adjust the length around the abdomen twice before I could finally wear it. Honestly, I looked like a kid that forcibly put on her parentâs dress. I looked quite pathetic, but there was no other choice.
Under the coat, Maxwell was wearing minimal armor like a ranger on his tough body, so he looked quite valiant, like a skilled Adventurer.
âThatâs so unfair... Oh well, letâs go. We are heading for that mountain to the west, can you send us there?â
âI have never set foot in there, so it is impossible.â
âI suppose we have to walk then.â
Teleport magic had one flaw, it could only teleport people to places the caster had visited before. But that was its only flaw, so it was quite a frightening magic.
After preparing ourselves, we left the inn behind.
We gathered a lot of stares. On one side was an old man with minimal armor and dagger, on another a kid that tried to put on an oversized coat like a dress but failed.
However, Maxwell was giving off such unexpectedly intimidating air that no one tried to call out to us. We ignored the passersby glances and quickly left the town, then...
âMaxwell, hold on. I canât keep up.â
âOh, tired already...? Can you really climb the mountain in such a state?â
âIâll have you know, my stamina has increased a bit.â
âI fail to see it.â
Along with his exasperated mutter, he picked me up and shouldered me like a bag of wheat. It made me look like a little girl in the middle of getting abducted.
âHey, you canât be serious about this!â
âYou are so demanding.â
He turned me around, and I assumed a position with my waist on his shoulder. Just like that, he started dashing through the western grasslands with speeds unthinkable for a magician.
âThis is pretty good. How about you keep carrying me like this in the future.â
âYou sure like working this old man hard, little girl.â
âStop calling me a little girl. Iâll be back to being a guy before long!â
âBe careful not to get pregnant until then. You can be too defenseless.â
âHey, stop with the scary stuff, okay!?â
Like that, we soon arrived at the western mountain that towered over the surroundings. This Mount Maleva was one of the specialties of Maleva city. It was quite a big mountain, but it wasnât part of a mountain range and instead stood isolated.
It was covered with a deep forest from midway down to its base, filled with various monsters and beasts of prey. It seems that it had lumberjacks, hunters, and charcoal makers working there, but the eruption that occurred long ago had wiped them out.
Because it had such a history, no one lived there yet... Except one.
Maxwell headed towards the summit as he followed a faint animal trail. That blacksmith lived here, but the path towards him was not maintained at all. It was a total mystery as to how he was resupplying his daily necessities.
Maxwell kept ascending while pushing aside the thick undergrowth. Where he got that much power in that body of his was yet another mystery to me.
âOld man, isnât your stamina a little too weird?â
âIndeed. It is because I am using strengthening magic on myself.â
âThereâs a magic like that?â
âItâs the Cargo magic. It was originally developed for the workers that handled cargo. It can abate the fatigue to some degree.â
âAint that amazing! Teach me.â
âUnfortunately, it is part of the Puppetry system.â
â...Oh well.â
Puppetry magic was used for manipulating Golems and such. Perhaps by treating your body like a Golem, it earned you longer working time. At times like this, I felt quite sad that I could only use the Interference magic.
âAh, head to that side next.â
I pointed towards what looked like a dense thicket at a glance and made him alter his course. After that, we changed our direction a few more times based on my instructions... And arrived at a giant wall of rock. | {
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There was even a story recently that scientists had thought about actually replacing rats in their experiments with politicians.
And someone asked,"Why?"
and they said, "Well, there's no shortage of politicians, no one really minds what happens to them and, after all, there are some things that rats just won't do."
Now, I know you all love data, so I'm starting with a data-rich slide.
This, I think, is the most important fact to bear in mind in British politics or American politics, and that is: We have run out of money.
We have vast budget deficits.
This is my global public debt clock, and, as you can see, it's 32 trillion and counting.
And I think what this leads to is a very simple recognition, that there's one question in politics at the moment above all other, and it's this one: How do we make things better without spending more money?
Because there isn't going to be a lot of money to improve public services, or to improve government, or to improve so many of the things that politicians talk about.
So what follows from that is that if you think it's all about money -- you can only measure success in public services in health care and education and policing by spending more money, you can only measure progress by spending money -- you're going to have a pretty miserable time.
But if you think a whole lot of other things matter that lead up to well being -- things like your family relationships, friendship, community, values -- then, actually, this is an incredibly exciting time to be in politics.
And the really simple argument I want to make tonight, the really straightforward argument is this: with the incredible information revolution that has taken place, and that all of you know so much more about than I do, I think there's an incredible opportunity to actually remake politics, remake government, remake public services, and achieve what's up on that slide, which is a big increase in our well-being.
That's the argument I want to make tonight.
So, starting with the political philosophy.
Now I'm not saying for a minute that British Conservatives have all the answers.
Of course we don't.
But there are two things at heart that I think drive a conservative philosophy that are really relevant to this whole debate.
The first is this: We believe that if you give people more power and control over their lives, if you give people more choice, if you put them in the driving seat, then actually, you can create a stronger and better society.
And if you marry this fact with the incredible abundance of information that we have in our world today, I think you can completely, as I've said, remake politics, remake government, remake your public services.
The second thing we believe is we believe in going with the grain of human nature.
Politics and politicians will only succeed if they actually try and treat with people as they are, rather than as they would like them to be.
Now, if you combine this very simple, very conservative thought -- go with the grain of human nature -- with all the advances in behavioral economics, some of which we were just hearing about, again, I think we can achieve a real increase in well-being, in happiness, in a stronger society without necessarily having to spend a whole lot more money.
Now, why do I think now is the moment to make this argument?
Well, I'm afraid you're going to suffer a short, condensed history lesson about what I would say are the three passages of history: the pre-bureaucratic age, the bureaucratic age and what we now live in, which I think is a post-bureaucratic age.
A simpler way of thinking of it is that we have gone from a world of local control, then we went to a world of central control, and now we're in a world of people control.
Local power, central power, now, people power.
Now, here is King Cnut, king a thousand years ago.
Thought he could turn back the waves; couldn't turn back the waves.
Couldn't actually turn back very much, because if you were king a thousand years ago, while it still took hours and hours and weeks and weeks to traverse your own country, there wasn't much you were in charge of.
You weren't in charge of policing, justice, education, health, welfare.
You could just about go to war and that was about it.
This was the pre-bureaucratic age, an age in which everything had to be local.
You had to have local control because there was no nationally-available information because travel was so restricted.
So this was the pre-bureaucratic age.
Next part of the cold history lesson, the lovely picture of the British Industrial Revolution.
Suddenly, all sorts of transport, travel information were possible, and this gave birth to, what I like to call, the bureaucratic age.
And hopefully this slide is going to morph beautifully. There we are.
Suddenly, you have the big, strong, central state.
It was able -- but only it was able -- to organize health care, education, policing, justice.
And it was a world of, as I say, not local power, but now central power.
It had sucked all that power up from the localities.
It was able to do that itself.
The next great stage, which all of you are so familiar with: the massive information revolution.
Just consider this one fact: One hundred years ago, sending these 10 words cost 50 dollars.
Right now, here we are linked up to Long Beach and everywhere else, and all these secret locations for a fraction of that cost, and we can send and receive huge quantities of information without it costing anything.
So we're now living in a post-bureaucratic age, where genuine people power is possible.
Now, what does this mean for our politics, for our public services, for our government?
Well I can't, in the time I've got, give huge numbers of examples, but let me just give a few of the ways that life can change.
And this is so obvious, in a way, because you think about how all of you have changed the way we shop, the way we travel, the way that business is done.
That is already happened; the information and Internet revolution has actually gone all the way through our societies in so many different ways, but it hasn't, in every way, yet touched our government.
So, how could this happen?
Well, I think there are three chief ways that it should make an enormous difference: in transparency, in greater choice and in accountability, in giving us that genuine people power.
If we take transparency, here is one of my favorite websites, the Missouri Accountability Portal.
In the old days, only the government could hold the information, and only a few elected people could try and grab that information and question it and challenge it.
Now here, on one website, one state in America, every single dollar spent by that government is searchable, is analyzable, is checkable.
Think of the huge change that means: Any business that wants to bid for a government contract can see what currently is being spent.
Anyone thinking, "I could do that service better, I could deliver it cheaper," it's all available there.
We have only, in government and in politics, started to scratch the surface of what people are doing in the commercial world with the information revolution.
So, complete transparency will make a huge difference.
In this country, if we win the election, we are going to make all government spending over 25,000 pounds transparent and available online, searchable for anyone to see.
We're going to make every contract -- we're announcing this today -- available on the Internet so anyone can see what the terms are, what the conditions are, driving huge value for money, but also huge increases, I believe, in well-being as well.
Choice. Now you all shop online, compare online, do everything online, and yet this revolution has hardly touched the surface of public services like education, or health care or policing, and you're going to see this change massively. We should be making this change with the information revolution in our country, with searchable health sites, so you can see what operations work out properly, what records doctors have, the cleanliness of hospitals,
who does best at infection control -- all of the information that would once be locked in the Department of Health is now available for all of us to see.
And the third of these big changes: accountability.
This, I think, is a huge change.
It is a crime map. This is a crime map from Chicago.
So, instead of having a situation where only the police have the information about which crimes are committed where, and we have to employ people in government to try and hold the police to account, suddenly, we've got this vast opportunity for people power, where we, as citizens, can see what crimes are being committed -- where, when and by whom -- and we can hold the police to account.
And you can see this looks a bit like a chef's hat, but actually that's an assault, the one in blue.
You can see what crime is committed where, and you have the opportunity to hold your police force to account.
So those three ways -- transparency, accountability and choice -- will make a huge difference.
Now I also said the other principle that I think we should work on is understanding of people, is recognizing that going with the grain of human nature you can achieve so much more.
Now, we're got a huge revolution in understanding of why people behave in the way that they do, and a great opportunity to put that knowledge and information to greater use.
We're working with some of these people.
We're being advised by some of these people, as was said, to try and bring all the experience to book.
Let me just give you one example that I think is incredibly simple, and I love.
We want to get people to be more energy efficient.
Why? It cuts fuel poverty, it cuts their bills, and it cuts carbon emissions at the same time.
How do you do it?
Well, we've had government information campaigns over the years when they tell you to switch off the lights when you leave the home.
We even had -- one government minister once told us to brush our teeth in the dark.
I don't think they lasted very long.
Look at what this does. This is a simple piece of behavioral economics.
The best way to get someone to cut their electricity bill is to show them their own spending, to show them what their neighbors are spending, and then show what an energy conscious neighbor is spending.
That sort of behavioral economics in a way that all the bullying and all the information and all the badgering from a government cannot possibly achieve.
Other examples are recycling.
We all know we need to recycle more.
How do we make it happen?
All the proof from America is that actually, if you pay people to recycle, if you give them a carrot rather than a stick, you can transform their behavior.
So what does all this add up to?
Here are my two favorite U.S. speeches of the last 50 years.
Obviously, here we have JFK with that incredibly simple and powerful formulation, "Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country," an incredibly noble sentiment.
But when he made that speech, what could you do to build the stronger, better society?
You could fight for your country, you could die for your country, you could serve in your country's civil service, but you didn't really have the information and the knowledge and the ability to help build the stronger society in the way that you do now.
And I think an even more wonderful speech, which I'm going to read a big chunk of, which sums up what I said at the beginning about believing there is more to life than money, and more that we should try and measure than money.
And it is Robert Kennedy's beautiful description of why gross national product captures so little: It "does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education, or the joy of their play.
It does not include the beauty of our poetry or the strength of our marriages, the intelligence of our public debate.
It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country.
It measures everything, in short, except that which makes life worthwhile."
Again, a sentiment that was so noble and beautifully put 40 years ago, and a beautiful dream 40 years ago, but now with the huge advances in information technology, with the massive changes in behavioral economics, with all that we know about how you advance well-being, that if we combine those insights of giving power to people, and using information to make that possible, and using the insight of going with the grain of human nature,
while at the same time, understanding why people behave in the way they do, it is a dream more easy to realize today Thank you. | {
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ãã¹ãã©ãã | In their minds, my sexual orientation was America's fault.
The West had corrupted me with divergent ideas, and if only my parents had never left Taiwan, this would not have happened to their only daughter.
In truth, I wondered if they were right.
Of course, there are gay people in Asia, just as there are gay people in every part of the world.
But is the idea of living an "out" life, in the "I'm gay, this is my spouse, and we're proud of our lives together" kind of way just a Western idea?
If I had grown up in Taiwan, or any place outside of the West, would I have found models of happy, thriving LGBT people?
Lisa Dazols: I had similar notions.
As an HIV social worker in San Francisco, I had met many gay immigrants.
They told me their stories of persecution in their home countries, just for being gay, and the reasons why they escaped to the US.
I saw how this had beaten them down.
After 10 years of doing this kind of work, I needed better stories for myself.
I knew the world was far from perfect, but surely not every gay story was tragic.
JC: So as a couple, we both had a need to find stories of hope.
So we set off on a mission to travel the world and look for the people we finally termed as the "Supergays."
These would be the LGBT individuals who were doing something extraordinary in the world.
They would be courageous, resilient, and most of all, proud of who they were.
They would be the kind of person that I aspire to be.
Our plan was to share their stories to the world through film.
LD: There was just one problem.
We had zero reporting and zero filmmaking experience.
We didn't even know where to find the Supergays, so we just had to trust that we'd figure it all out along the way.
So we picked 15 countries in Asia, Africa and South America, countries outside the West that varied in terms of LGBT rights.
We bought a camcorder, ordered a book on how to make a documentary -- you can learn a lot these days -- and set off on an around-the-world trip.
JC: One of the first countries that we traveled to was Nepal.
Despite widespread poverty, a decade-long civil war, and now recently, a devastating earthquake, Nepal has made significant strides in the fight for equality.
One of the key figures in the movement is Bhumika Shrestha.
A beautiful, vibrant transgendered woman, Bhumika has had to overcome being expelled from school and getting incarcerated because of her gender presentation.
But, in 2007, Bhumika and Nepal's LGBT rights organization successfully petitioned the Nepali Supreme Court to protect against LGBT discrimination.
Here's Bhumika: BS: What I'm most proud of?
I'm a transgendered person.
I'm so proud of my life.
On December 21, 2007, the supreme court gave the decision for the Nepal government to give transgender identity cards and same-sex marriage.
LD: I can appreciate Bhumika's confidence on a daily basis.
Something as simple as using a public restroom can be a huge challenge when you don't fit in to people's strict gender expectations.
Traveling throughout Asia, I tended to freak out women in public restrooms.
They weren't used to seeing someone like me.
I had to come up with a strategy, so that I could just pee in peace.
So anytime I would enter a restroom, I would thrust out my chest to show my womanly parts, and try to be as non-threatening as possible.
Putting out my hands and saying, "Hello", just so that people could hear my feminine voice.
This all gets pretty exhausting, but it's just who I am.
I can't be anything else.
JC: After Nepal, we traveled to India.
On one hand, India is a Hindu society, without a tradition of homophobia.
On the other hand, it is also a society with a deeply patriarchal system, which rejects anything that threatens the male-female order.
When we spoke to activists, they told us that empowerment begins with ensuring proper gender equality, where the women's status is established in society.
And in that way, the status of LGBT people can be affirmed as well.
LD: There we met Prince Manvendra.
He's the world's first openly gay prince.
Prince Manvendra came out on the "Oprah Winfrey Show," very internationally.
His parents disowned him and accused him of bringing great shame to the royal family.
We sat down with Prince Manvendra and talked to him about why he decided to come out so very publicly.
Here he is: Prince Manvendra: I felt there was a lot of need to break this stigma and discrimination which is existing in our society.
And that instigated me to come out openly and talk about myself.
Whether we are gay, we are lesbian, we are transgender, bisexual or whatever sexual minority we come from, we have to all unite and fight for our rights.
Gay rights cannot be won in the court rooms, but in the hearts and the minds of the people.
JC: While getting my hair cut, the woman cutting my hair asked me, "Do you have a husband?"
Now, this was a dreaded question that I got asked a lot by locals while traveling.
When I explained to her that I was with a woman instead of a man, she was incredulous, and she asked me a lot of questions about my parents' reactions and whether I was sad that I'd never be able to have children.
I told her that there are no limitations to my life and that Lisa and I do plan to have a family some day.
Now, this woman was ready to write me off as yet another crazy Westerner.
She couldn't imagine that such a phenomenon could happen in her own country.
That is, until I showed her the photos of the Supergays that we interviewed in India.
She recognized Prince Manvendra from television and soon I had an audience of other hairdressers interested in meeting me.
And in that ordinary afternoon, I had the chance to introduce an entire beauty salon to the social changes that were happening in their own country.
LD: From India, we traveled to East Africa, a region known for intolerance towards LGBT people.
In Kenya, 89 percent of people who come out to their families are disowned.
Homosexual acts are a crime and can lead to incarceration.
In Kenya, we met the soft-spoken David Kuria.
David had a huge mission of wanting to work for the poor and improve his own government.
So he decided to run for senate.
He became Kenya's first openly gay political candidate.
David wanted to run his campaign without denying the reality of who he was.
But we were worried for his safety because he started to receive death threats.
David Kuria: At that point, I was really scared because they were actually asking for me to be killed.
And, yeah, there are some people out there who do it and they feel that they are doing a religious obligation.
JC: David wasn't ashamed of who he was.
Even in the face of threats, he stayed authentic.
LD: At the opposite end of the spectrum is Argentina.
Argentina's a country where 92 percent of the population identifies as Catholic.
Yet, Argentina has LGBT laws that are even more progressive than here in the US.
In 2010, Argentina became the first country in Latin America and the 10th in the world to adopt marriage equality.
There, we met MarÃa Rachid.
MarÃa was a driving force behind that movement.
MarÃa Rachid : I always say that, in reality, the effects of marriage equality are not only for those couples that get married.
They are for a lot of people that, even though they may never get married, will be perceived differently by their coworkers, their families and neighbors, from the national state's message of equality.
I feel very proud of Argentina because Argentina today is a model of equality.
And hopefully soon, the whole world will have the same rights.
JC: When we made the visit to my ancestral lands, I wish I could have shown my parents what we found there.
Because here is who we met: One, two, three. Welcome gays to Shanghai!
A whole community of young, beautiful Chinese LGBT people.
Sure, they had their struggles.
But they were fighting it out.
In Shanghai, I had the chance to speak to a local lesbian group and tell them our story in my broken Mandarin Chinese.
In Taipei, each time we got onto the metro, we saw yet another lesbian couple holding hands.
And we learned that Asia's largest LGBT pride event happens just blocks away from where my grandparents live.
If only my parents knew.
LD: By the time we finished our not-so-straight journey around the world, we had traveled 50,000 miles and logged 120 hours of video footage.
We traveled to 15 countries and interviewed 50 Supergays.
Turns out, it wasn't hard to find them at all.
JC: Yes, there are still tragedies that happen on the bumpy road to equality.
And let's not forget that 75 countries still criminalize homosexuality today.
But there are also stories of hope and courage in every corner of the world.
What we ultimately took away from our journey is, equality is not a Western invention.
LD: One of the key factors in this equality movement is momentum, momentum as more and more people embrace their full selves and use whatever opportunities they have to change their part of the world, and momentum as more and more countries find models of equality in one another.
When Nepal protected against LGBT discrimination, India pushed harder.
When Argentina embraced marriage equality, Uruguay and Brazil followed.
When Ireland said yes to equality, the world stopped to notice.
When the US Supreme Court makes a statement to the world that we can all be proud of.
JC: As we reviewed our footage, what we realized is that we were watching a love story.
It wasn't a love story that was expected of me, but it is one filled with more freedom, adventure and love than I could have ever possibly imagined.
One year after returning home from our trip, marriage equality came to California.
And in the end, we believe, love will win out.
By the power vested in me, by the state of California and by God Almighty, I now pronounce you spouses for life.
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Although I ran away in the heat of the moment, now that I think back on it, what I did might have been quite insulting.
But... if Iâd stayed there, I probably wouldâve been caught in the flow of the situation or something and ended up getting engaged to that bear princess, so... even in hindsight, I donât know which one was the correct action to take.
Notwithstanding that Sei had left the yurt after using the excuse of providing the guardian deity with the elixir, the one who had the elixir in their possession was Kaineko and not Sei.
In other words, all his actions amounted to was running away in a literal sense and he currently had nothing that he could do.
âSei!â
As he was wasting time, Cruz, Virgo, Gants, Friedrich, and the others came out from the tent one after another.
When Cruz got close to Sei, he started shouting as if he was angry.
... Though... it was obvious from his tone that he was merely pretending to be angry and was not actually angry.
âItâs no good, you know, to leave the room without permission when youâre in the presence of the emperor. That bear emperor was just too frivolous... I mean, magnanimous, but in front of other kings, you might even end up in jail for being the rudest person possible. Especially if you had been in front of the Vampire Princess and did the same thing, it wouldnât be strange for you to have been executed.â
âIâm, Iâm sorry.â
âWell yeah, we managed to get through it this time because of that, but.... anyways, next time, definitely donât do anything like that. Do I make myself clear?â
Due to the meritorious achievements they had accomplished for the country, this time the incident was forgotten. However, Seiâs actions were originally something that should not have been done.
After being strictly reprimanded, Sei hung his head down.
Observing Seiâs state, Cruz judged that he should leave it at that and lightly coughed. Rather than continuing with the reprimand, he decided to change the topic of the conversation.
âNow then, let us head towards the guardian deity. Even whilst weâre delaying here, the guardian deity might be suffering, after all.â
âAlright, I have no objection to that.â
In response to Cruzâs suggestion, Kaineko also agreed, subsequently leading the group from the front.
The guardian deityâs location was this countryâs top secret. As such, amongst them, no one other than Kaineko knew of its location.
Notwithstanding this secrecy, perhaps it was determined that there was no reason to hide it as Sei was the hero who had saved this country.
Kaineko continued walking normally whilst being followed by Sei and his group, eventually stepping foot into the forest.
Sei remembered the location they had entered as it was, without a doubt, the forest where the dinosaur had come out from.
Once inside the forest, he could see the sunlight seeping in through the gaps in the branches and hear the cries of the birds singing.
Are the glittering lights mana?
Nature undisturbed by the hands of human was proportionately mystical and fantastic.
By further adding the glitter of mana on top of all of that, it was not strange for this area to be described as a space distinct from reality.
When Sei raised his head, he saw a butterfly the size of a human fluttering around and small birds which reached his stomach hopping around.
.... Oi, theyâre too big. Even though it started off looking like a fantastic place, now itâs starting to look like a magical beastâs hangout.
Nevertheless, what fascinated Sei the most was how Virgo had been in a great mood ever since they had entered the forest.
He noticed that she was looking around the forest joyfully and in a state where she might starting humming anytime.
âVirgo-san, do you like the forest?â
âAh, okay, I get you. But yeah, you look like youâre in a really good mood.â
âYeah. Ever since I could remember, I lived in the forest the whole time. Although Iâve heard that normal flugels like to live on the top of mountains, I personally prefer the forest.â
Beastkin lived in the grasslands and flugels lived high up in the mountains.
Dwarves preferred caves and floresiensis were nomads who did not stay in one fixed location.
Humans created towns wherever they went and vampires resided in the darkness.
Lastly, elves stayed within the forest... this was common knowledge of the principal habitats of the seven races in Midgard.
As that knowledge made evident, flugels were originally residents of the mountains and not the forest.
Mountains â or rather, they simply preferred higher places. Even Ruphas was not an exception to this preference as the âcastleâ that she had once constructed was a tower that reached the heavens.
Considering all of this, Virgo might have been a fairly rare individual amongst the flugel race.
âOh, thatâs quite rare. I believe flugels are supposed to dislike the forest which is overflowing with mana.â
âI also hear that a lot, but it seems I donât really feel that way.â
âHmm, how fascinating. It might be possible that one of your parents was an individual who had absorbed a lot of mana.â
âIs that how it is?â
Cruz raised his fingers and counted the number of exceptions amongst the flugels who did not dislike mana.
âYeah, when the parents absorb a lot of mana, even amongst the flugel race, you see individuals who donât hate mana. Taking Ruphas Mafahl as an example, thereâs a record of her entering a location with such high mana density (Helheim) that even elves are reluctant to enter. And she did this without batting an eye.â
âBut Virgoâs wings are pure white, you know?â
âItâs not limited or determinative that the change will appear on the outside. Even the parents of that Ruphas Mafahl were said to have possessed normal white-coloured wings.â
Hearing Cruzâs explanation, what came to Seiâs mind was Megrezâs story.
If Sei recalled Megrezâs story correctly, Megrez had hypothesised that even when Ruphasâs distant ancestors had consumed the forbidden fruit, it was only Ruphas who showed it on the outside.
They believed Virgo was of the opposite pattern; her parents had absorbed a lot of mana, however, her changes did not appear on the outside and she maintained pure-white wings.
In this case, they became curious as to who Virgoâs parents could be.
To have a daughter like Virgo who did not show any form of aversion towards mana to the extent of stating her love to be inside the forest, her parents must have been individuals who had absorbed an enormous amount of mana.
In other words, there was an extremely high possibility that Virgoâs parents, or at the very least, one of her parents, were one of the heroes who had existed two hundred years ago.
âWeâve arrived. Itâs right in front of here.â
It seemed that while they were having a conversation, they had arrived at their destination.
Kaineko, who was walking at the front, spoke up and stopped his steps.
Matching Kaineko, Sei and the group continued until they entered an open space before stopping.
Strangely, no trees sprouted in that place. Nature itself created a circular space as if it was making it easier for the dragon to live in.
It was a location where the soft grass covered the ground in abundance and would normally have appeared to be picturesque.
However, the first thing Sei and the group experienced was the feeling of fear and fright.
A humongous body, which would exceed fifty metres in length, was collapsed on the ground.
It was the appearance of a dragon straight out of a fantasy. Its blue scales would no doubt be ordinarily reflecting rays of light and shining brilliantly.
However, right now, that dragon was severely injured.
The dragonâs scales were cracked and it was bleeding from all over its body. It was barely managing to breathe.
Was it a result of the illness? No, definitely not. Just the illness alone would not have rendered the dragon into this state.
As if to explain its state, Sei noticed that above the dragon stood the shadows of four silhouettes.
âLook what we have here. How rare to see visitors inside the forest.â
The first one to speak out was a strange-looking woman.
Although the top half of the silhouette was that of a human, her bottom half was lined with scales and resembled the body of a snake.
A lamia â it was one of the species within the magical beast category said to possess intelligence not inferior to that of a humanâs.
Nevertheless, under the definitions arbitrated by the humanoids, they were categorised as magical beasts, thus they were one of the species which were subjected to oppression and persecution.
âLooks like they came to cure the guardian dragonâs illness~. But itâs impossible now~.â
The one who spoke up next was a monster who possessed the head of a fish.
This one belonged to a species within the magical beast category called merfolk. The characteristics of this species were that the male mermenâs upper bodies were that of a fish, whereas the female mermaidsâ lower bodies were that of a fish instead.
Although it had been said for many years that it was not impossible for them to live alongside humans, even to this date, they were still categorised as magical beasts. Due to the current state of affairs, they lived independently within the ocean and were believed to have their own cultures and traditions.
âScram, young man. You guys are not our objective.â
In reaction to the third thing who raised its voice, Sei almost screamed out loud.
Bug â it was a... bug!
Although the silhouette of the body was that of a humanâs, its head was that of a spider. Additionally, from its back spouted the numerous legs of a spider.
It was a species called [bugkin] within the magical beasts. Similar to the beastkin, they were originally bugs but were transformed to possess human appearances due to the influence of mana.
Alternatively, they were originally humans but ended up transforming after consuming too many insects which had absorbed mana.
Whichever their origin was, in this world, due to their hideous and repulsive appearances, they were subjected to being categorised as magical beasts, thus it was impossible for them to obtain the same rights and privileges as that of the other humanoids.
âKyahahaha, theyâre scared, theyâre scared! Thatâs why I said, the sergeantâs out just from how you look!â
The last to speak out was a young girl with a flower on her head.
Similar to the previous individual, the appearance of her silhouette closely resembled that of a humanâs. However, grass and flowers grew from her limbs, revealing the fact that she was not human.
Looking even more carefully, her legs were like that of something that had already transformed into the roots of a plant and did not even have any muscle attached to it.
She was of a species which possessed the characteristics of a plant within the magical beast category called dryade â or sometimes known as dryads. This was a species with extremely similar traits to humans.
Nevertheless, they were also subjected to the unfair categorisation and subsequently unjust persecution and oppression due to them being categorised as magical beasts.
In other words, in regards to the four individuals which were present here, all were from species which did not differ greatly from the rest of the humanoids. Notwithstanding, simply due to the arbitrary definitions of categorisation, they were treated as magical beasts.
âYou detestable magical beasts! Get away from the guardian dragon-sama right this instant!â
Kaineko shouted out in anger and drew his sword.
However, the four individuals on top of the dragon showed a greater hint of anger in response to those words.
The four individuals looked down at Kaineko with the eyes they might have shown looking at their parentsâ killer. Subsequently, the spiderkin responded as their representative.
âMagical beast... I guess youâre right. In the current state of this world, weâre magical beasts. Weâre forced into that category. But... between you and us, what exactly is the difference?â
âWhat!?â
âWeâre able to converse with each other. Weâre even able to understand one another. Aside from being different in appearance, you and I are completely the same. So then why, why is it that we have to be treated as magical beasts? Why do we have to be persecuted, oppressed, and driven away?â
After hearing the spiderkinâs question, there was no one who could answer immediately.
What was the difference between them? â even if they were asked such a thing, they did not know. They could only answer, âYou just look different.â
At this moment, the lamia woman placed her hand on the shoulder of the spiderkin and calmed him down.
âStop it. Thereâs no point in asking them that. Weâve been trying to advocate for our rights for hundreds of years... Weâve been working hard so that we can understand each other and walk side by side... but even then, weâve been getting ignored. Thatâs why we ended up deciding this, wasnât it? Now that weâve come this far, thereâs no point in talking to these people. Even if we did, nothingâs going to change.â
â.... Youâre... right. Youâre exactly right.â
âThe only one who can save us is Leon-sama. We shouldnât depend on the humanoids anymore.â
Hearing the lamia and the spiderkin talk with each other, Sei felt a sense of unrest like never before.
Different... theyâre different from all of the other magical beasts Iâve encountered until now.
They have reason, they have intelligence, and weâre also able to talk things out with them.
They might look different, but weâre able to walk alongside each other.
Sei was not well informed about how this world operated. He also did not know the details of how humanoids and magical beasts were distinguished from each other.
Nevertheless, he was able to somewhat understand how those four must have suffered and distressed before finally arriving at this point.
He understood because he was a resident from another world.
Those who had lived in this world from the beginning would not have been able to understand. They would only be able to see that the magical beasts were whining and complaining on their own.
All simply because it was programmed into their common sense.
âShut up, magical beasts! After hurting the guardian dragon-sama that much, you talk about walking side by side? You make me laugh! The reason youâre being treated as magical beasts? How stupid! The answer? The answerâs right in front of me! Your mouth speaks about peace but you come storming in with a weapon in your hands! You guys are just absurd! Come, become a stain on my sword, you filthy magical beasts!â
Kaineko roared in anger and leapt towards them with the swiftness befitting that of a feline.
It seemed he was intending to first strike at the spiderkin at the front of the group.
However, the sword that Kaineko swung was easily repelled by one of the arms of the spiderkin and he ended up getting blown away after receiving a simple kick as a counter attack.
This time, after seeing Kaineko defeated, Friedrich howled in fury.
The sword saint, famed as the strongest humanoid, dashed up the guardian dragon and released an overwhelmingly powerful sword slash using his whole body.
Yet, the spiderkin took this attack head-on in the same fashion as Kainekoâs attack and was able to completely stop the sword saintâs attack after merely taking a step back.
In the end, the sword saintâs defenseless back was hit by the dryadâs whip-like arm and he ended up getting constricted in place.
âGu, ooo...â
âKyahaha, so weak, so weak! The strongest humanoid titled the sword saint can only do this much? For real, for real, the humanoids are so weak now. Just like Leon-sama said, hehe.â
âKu!â
This time, Virgo flew up and struck at the dryad.
The first strike cut the dryadâs arm off and the second strike sliced through the leaf which was used as its defense, eventually creating a small fissure on its body.
Without a doubt, it was an injury which would have been fatal to any human. Nevertheless, although the dryad was a little surprised, it did not suffer significant damage.
âOh, oh, whatâs this? Little girl, youâre pretty good!â
The dryad stretched her plant-like arm, however, Virgo flew higher up and avoided all of the attacks.
Following her movements, the spiderkin and the merman jumped and clashed fiercely with her mid-air.
With a speed so fast that Sei was unable to follow them with his naked eyes, the merman and the spiderkin attacked with their harpoon and arms respectively. Notwithstanding this, Virgo was somehow able to parry their attacks using swift sword skills.
In the next moment, the lamia released a cannonball-like magical attack. In response, Virgo quickly maneuvered through the sky at that moment and managed to avoid the magical attack.
However, in that momentary lapse, the merman jumped above Virgo and slammed his harpoon down on her.
Although Virgo managed to guard against the attack using her sword in the nick of time, she was unable to resist being pushed downwards. Notwithstanding that she was able to stop her momentum right before she hit the ground, during the time that she spent recovering on the spot, the dryadâs plant-like arm came charging in from the side and blew her away.
Thanks to Sei running in to cushion Virgo right before she slammed into a tree, she was able to avoid suffering any major damage. However, the twoâs movement also became restricted when the spiderkin took this opportunity to spit out webs from his mouth.
âS â Shi...!?â
âWhat â I canât see in front of me because of the wings!?â
In a short period of time, Kaineko, Friedrich, Sei, and even Virgo were rendered powerless.
Whilst this reality set into Cruz and the others, the lamia looked at Virgo and sighed.
âWait. From the looks of it, sheâs just a young girl. Thereâs no reason to go that far...â
âSarge, yaâre too soft. Just stay back, why donât ya?â
The lamia pointed her hand towards Virgo and transmuted a water spear.
However strong Virgo was, in the current state where she was unable to take any action, receiving this attack was likely to be fatal.
The spear was fired towards Virgo without any hesitation. But before the spear could land, Ricardo, Nick, and Shu stepped in to try and shield her.
The three of them individually tried to stop the spear by parrying the water spear with their weapons, however, it merely resulted in their weapons being broken the moment it clashed with the water spear.
Furthermore, the water spear pierced through even the threeâs armours, resulting in the three of them getting impaled through their flanks and legs as the spear continued to fly towards Virgo.
ââ-!â
Virgo closed her eyes before it could reach her as Sei tried to somehow shift his position so that he would be in the way of the spearâs trajectory.
But what happened at the end proved how unnecessary all of these actions were.
A spinning anchor came flying from further inside the forest, mowing down all of the trees in its path and repelled the water spear.
âWh, who!?â
The lamia opened her eyes wide in surprise and looked at the anchor.
The anchor, which had stolen everyoneâs attention, flew around in an arc and circled back towards where its owner was at.
And then, a man appeared from inside the forest.
The young handsome man had golden hair and was wearing a white coat and an eyepatch on one eye. He held onto the giant anchor as if it was a light weapon and set his eyes on the four demi-humans as if he was intimidating them.
âWho am I...? Iâm really not anyone worth mentioning, really. Iâm just a pitiful man who had a small accident and ended up falling nearby. But yeah, it looked like a situation where I couldnât just look elsewhere. I donât know the situation too well, but I decided to lend a hand just for a moment.â
As his coat fluttered about, the man brandished the anchor.
If one were to look at him carefully, he was injured all throughout his body. Even his clothes were ripped here and there.
Notwithstanding that, the feeling of great strength could still be felt just by staring at him.
Sei was also able to sense the manâs strength as his skin tingled ever so slightly. And at that moment, this was what he was thinking:
This man... is strong! And... to the point whereâs heâs in a completely different league!
No one knew what he had gone through, however, it was evident that he had suffered some damage.
He was in a condition far from perfect.
Yet even in such a scenario, the man commanded a presence which could overwhelm the four demi-humans. At this moment, one half of the Twins, one of the pillars of the Tyrannical Ways Heavenly Stars, the Fairy Princessâs swordâCastor smiled fearlessly. | {
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And given "Jeopardy's" average demographics, I think what that means is most of the people who saw me on that show are now dead.
But not all, a few are still alive.
Occasionally I still get recognized at the mall or whatever.
And when I do, it's as a bit of a know-it-all.
I think that ship has sailed, it's too late for me.
For better or for worse, that's what I'm going to be known as, as the guy who knew a lot of weird stuff.
And I can't complain about this.
I feel like that was always sort of my destiny, although I had for many years been pretty deeply in the trivia closet.
If nothing else, you realize very quickly as a teenager, it is not a hit with girls to know Captain Kirk's middle name.
And as a result, I was sort of the deeply closeted kind of know-it-all for many years.
But if you go further back, if you look at it, it's all there.
I was the kind of kid who was always bugging Mom and Dad with whatever great fact I had just read about -- Haley's comet or giant squids or the size of the world's biggest pumpkin pie or whatever it was.
I now have a 10-year-old of my own who's exactly the same.
And I know how deeply annoying it is, so karma does work.
And I loved game shows, fascinated with game shows.
I remember crying on my first day of kindergarten back in 1979 because it had just hit me, as badly as I wanted to go to school, that I was also going to miss "Hollywood Squares" and "Family Feud."
I was going to miss my game shows.
And later, in the mid-'80s, when "Jeopardy" came back on the air, I remember running home from school every day to watch the show.
It was my favorite show, even before it paid for my house.
And we lived overseas, we lived in South Korea where my dad was working, where there was only one English language TV channel.
There was Armed Forces TV, and if you didn't speak Korean, that's what you were watching.
So me and all my friends would run home every day and watch "Jeopardy."
I was always that kind of obsessed trivia kid.
I remember being able to play Trivial Pursuit against my parents back in the '80s and holding my own, back when that was a fad.
There's a weird sense of mastery you get when you know some bit of boomer trivia that Mom and Dad don't know.
You know some Beatles factoid that Dad didn't know.
And you think, ah hah, knowledge really is power -- the right fact deployed at exactly the right place.
I never had a guidance counselor who thought this was a legitimate career path, that thought you could major in trivia or be a professional ex-game show contestant.
And so I sold out way too young.
I didn't try to figure out what one does with that.
I studied computers because I heard that was the thing, and I became a computer programmer -- not an especially good one, not an especially happy one at the time when I was first on "Jeopardy" in 2004.
But that's what I was doing.
And it made it doubly ironic -- my computer background -- a few years later, I think 2009 or so, when I got another phone call from "Jeopardy" saying, "It's early days yet, but IBM tells us they want to build a supercomputer to beat you at 'Jeopardy.' Are you up for this?"
This was the first I'd heard of it.
And of course I said yes, for several reasons.
One, because playing "Jeopardy" is a great time.
It's fun. It's the most fun you can have with your pants on.
And I would do it for nothing.
I don't think they know that, luckily, but I would go back and play for Arby's coupons.
I just love "Jeopardy," and I always have.
And second of all, because I'm a nerdy guy and this seemed like the future.
People playing computers on game shows was the kind of thing I always imagined would happen in the future, and now I could be on the stage with it.
I was not going to say no.
The third reason I said yes is because I was pretty confident that I was going to win.
I had taken some artificial intelligence classes.
I knew there were no computers that could do what you need to do to win on "Jeopardy."
People don't realize how tough it is to write that kind of program that can read a "Jeopardy" clue in a natural language like English and understand all the double meanings, the puns, the red herrings, unpack the meaning of the clue.
The kind of thing that a three- or four-year-old human, little kid could do, very hard for a computer.
And I thought, well this is going to be child's play.
Yes, I will come destroy the computer and defend my species.
But as the years went on, as IBM started throwing money and manpower and processor speed at this, I started to get occasional updates from them, and I started to get a little more worried.
I remember a journal article about this new question answering software that had a graph.
It was a scatter chart showing performance on "Jeopardy," tens of thousands of dots representing "Jeopardy" champions up at the top with their performance plotted on number of -- I was going to say questions answered, but answers questioned, I guess, clues responded to -- versus the accuracy of those answers.
So there's a certain performance level that the computer would need to get to.
And at first, it was very low.
There was no software that could compete at this kind of arena.
But then you see the line start to go up.
And it's getting very close to what they call the winner's cloud.
And I noticed in the upper right of the scatter chart some darker dots, some black dots, that were a different color.
And thought, what are these?
"The black dots in the upper right represent 74-time 'Jeopardy' champion Ken Jennings."
And I saw this line coming for me.
And I realized, this is it.
This is what it looks like when the future comes for you.
It's not the Terminator's gun sight; it's a little line coming closer and closer to the thing you can do, the only thing that makes you special, the thing you're best at.
And when the game eventually happened about a year later, it was very different than the "Jeopardy" games I'd been used to.
We were not playing in L.A. on the regular "Jeopardy" set.
Watson does not travel.
Watson's actually huge.
It's thousands of processors, a terabyte of memory, trillions of bytes of memory.
We got to walk through his climate-controlled server room.
The only other "Jeopardy" contestant to this day I've ever been inside.
And so Watson does not travel.
You must come to it; you must make the pilgrimage.
So me and the other human player wound up at this secret IBM research lab in the middle of these snowy woods in Westchester County to play the computer.
And we realized right away that the computer had a big home court advantage.
There was a big Watson logo in the middle of the stage.
Like you're going to play the Chicago Bulls, and there's the thing in the middle of their court.
And the crowd was full of IBM V.P.s and programmers cheering on their little darling, having poured millions of dollars into this hoping against hope that the humans screw up, and holding up "Go Watson" signs and just applauding like pageant moms every time their little darling got one right.
I think guys had "W-A-T-S-O-N" written on their bellies in grease paint.
If you can imagine computer programmers with the letters "W-A-T-S-O-N" written on their gut, it's an unpleasant sight.
But they were right. They were exactly right.
I don't want to spoil it, if you still have this sitting on your DVR, but Watson won handily.
And I remember standing there behind the podium as I could hear that little insectoid thumb clicking.
It had a robot thumb that was clicking on the buzzer.
And you could hear that little tick, tick, tick, tick.
And I remember thinking, this is it.
I felt obsolete.
I felt like a Detroit factory worker of the '80s seeing a robot that could now do his job on the assembly line.
I felt like quiz show contestant was now the first job that had become obsolete under this new regime of thinking computers.
And it hasn't been the last.
If you watch the news, you'll see occasionally -- and I see this all the time -- that pharmacists now, there's a machine that can fill prescriptions automatically without actually needing a human pharmacist.
And a lot of law firms are getting rid of paralegals because there's software that can sum up case laws and legal briefs and decisions.
You don't need human assistants for that anymore.
I read the other day about a program where you feed it a box score from a baseball or football game and it spits out a news article as if a human had watched the game and was commenting on it.
And obviously these new technologies can't do as clever or creative a job as the humans they're replacing, but they're faster, and crucially, they're much, much cheaper.
So it makes me wonder what the economic effects of this might be.
I've read economists saying that, as a result of these new technologies, we'll enter a new golden age of leisure when we'll all have time for the things we really love because all these onerous tasks will be taken over by Watson and his digital brethren.
I've heard other people say quite the opposite, that this is yet another tier of the middle class that's having the thing they can do taken away from them by a new technology and that this is actually something ominous, something that we should worry about.
I'm not an economist myself.
All I know is how it felt to be the guy put out of work.
And it was friggin' demoralizing. It was terrible.
Here's the one thing that I was ever good at, and all it took was IBM pouring tens of millions of dollars and its smartest people and thousands of processors working in parallel and they could do the same thing.
They could do it a little bit faster and a little better on national TV, and "I'm sorry, Ken. We don't need you anymore."
And it made me think, what does this mean, if we're going to be able to start outsourcing, not just lower unimportant brain functions.
I'm sure many of you remember a distant time when we had to know phone numbers, when we knew our friends' phone numbers.
And suddenly there was a machine that did that, and now we don't need to remember that anymore.
I have read that there's now actually evidence that the hippocampus, the part of our brain that handles spacial relationships, physically shrinks and atrophies in people who use tools like GPS, because we're not exercising our sense of direction anymore.
We're just obeying a little talking voice on our dashboard.
And as a result, a part of our brain that's supposed to do that kind of stuff gets smaller and dumber.
And it made me think, what happens when computers are now better at knowing and remembering stuff than we are?
Is all of our brain going to start to shrink and atrophy like that?
Are we as a culture going to start to value knowledge less?
As somebody who has always believed in the importance of the stuff that we know, this was a terrifying idea to me.
The more I thought about it, I realized, no, it's still important.
The things we know are still important.
I came to believe there were two advantages that those of us who have these things in our head have over somebody who says, "Oh, yeah. I can Google that. Hold on a second."
There's an advantage of volume, and there's an advantage of time.
The advantage of volume, first, just has to do with the complexity of the world nowadays.
There's so much information out there.
Being a Renaissance man or woman, that's something that was only possible in the Renaissance.
Now it's really not possible to be reasonably educated on every field of human endeavor.
There's just too much.
They say that the scope of human information is now doubling every 18 months or so, the sum total of human information.
That means between now and late 2014, we will generate as much information, in terms of gigabytes, as all of humanity has in all the previous millenia put together.
It's doubling every 18 months now.
This is terrifying because a lot of the big decisions we make require the mastery of lots of different kinds of facts.
A decision like where do I go to school? What should I major in?
Who do I vote for?
Do I take this job or that one?
These are the decisions that require correct judgments about many different kinds of facts.
If we have those facts at our mental fingertips, we're going to be able to make informed decisions.
If, on the other hand, we need to look them all up, we may be in trouble.
According to a National Geographic survey I just saw, somewhere along the lines of 80 percent of the people who vote in a U.S. presidential election about issues like foreign policy cannot find Iraq or Afghanistan on a map.
If you can't do that first step, are you really going to look up the other thousand facts you're going to need to know to master your knowledge of U.S. foreign policy?
Quite probably not.
At some point you're just going to be like, "You know what? There's too much to know. Screw it."
And you'll make a less informed decision.
The other issue is the advantage of time that you have if you have all these things at your fingertips.
I always think of the story of a little girl named Tilly Smith.
She was a 10-year-old girl from Surrey, England on vacation with her parents a few years ago in Phuket, Thailand.
She runs up to them on the beach one morning and says, "Mom, Dad, we've got to get off the beach."
And they say, "What do you mean? We just got here."
And she said, "In Mr. Kearney's geography class last month, he told us that when the tide goes out abruptly out to sea and you see the waves churning way out there, that's the sign of a tsunami, and you need to clear the beach."
What would you do if your 10-year-old daughter came up to you with this?
Her parents thought about it, and they finally, to their credit, decided to believe her.
They told the lifeguard, they went back to the hotel, and the lifeguard cleared over 100 people off the beach, luckily, because that was the day of the Boxing Day tsunami, the day after Christmas, 2004, that killed thousands of people in Southeast Asia and around the Indian Ocean.
But not on that beach, not on Mai Khao Beach, because this little girl had remembered one fact from her geography teacher a month before.
Now when facts come in handy like that -- I love that story because it shows you the power of one fact, one remembered fact in exactly the right place at the right time -- normally something that's easier to see on game shows than in real life.
But in this case it happened in real life.
And it happens in real life all the time.
It's not always a tsunami, often it's a social situation.
It's a meeting or job interview or first date or some relationship that gets lubricated because two people realize they share some common piece of knowledge.
You say where you're from, and I say, "Oh, yeah."
Or your alma mater or your job, and I know just a little something about it, enough to get the ball rolling.
People love that shared connection that gets created when somebody knows something about you.
It's like they took the time to get to know you before you even met.
That's often the advantage of time.
And it's not effective if you say, "Well, hold on.
You're from Fargo, North Dakota. Let me see what comes up.
Oh, yeah. Roger Maris was from Fargo."
That doesn't work. That's just annoying.
The great 18th-century British theologian and thinker, friend of Dr. Johnson, Samuel Parr once said, "It's always better to know a thing than not to know it."
And if I have lived my life by any kind of creed, it's probably that.
I have always believed that the things we know -- that knowledge is an absolute good, that the things we have learned and carry with us in our heads are what make us who we are, as individuals and as a species.
I don't know if I want to live in a world where knowledge is obsolete.
I don't want to live in a world where cultural literacy has been replaced by these little bubbles of specialty, so that none of us know about the common associations that used to bind our civilization together.
I don't want to be the last trivia know-it-all sitting on a mountain somewhere, reciting to himself the state capitals and the names of "Simpsons" episodes and the lyrics of Abba songs.
I feel like our civilization works when this is a vast cultural heritage that we all share and that we know without having to outsource it to our devices, to our search engines and our smartphones.
In the movies, when computers like Watson start to think, things don't always end well.
Those movies are never about beautiful utopias.
It's always a terminator or a matrix or an astronaut getting sucked out an airlock in "2001."
Things always go terribly wrong.
And I feel like we're sort of at the point now where we need to make that choice of what kind of future we want to be living in.
This is a question of leadership, because it becomes a question of who leads the future.
On the one hand, we can choose between a new golden age where information is more universally available than it's ever been in human history, where we all have the answers to our questions at our fingertips.
And on the other hand, we have the potential to be living in some gloomy dystopia where the machines have taken over and we've all decided it's not important what we know anymore, that knowledge isn't valuable because it's all out there in the cloud, and why would we ever bother learning anything new.
Those are the two choices we have. I know which future I would rather be living in.
And we can all make that choice.
We make that choice by being curious, inquisitive people who like to learn, who don't just say, "Well, as soon as the bell has rung and the class is over, I don't have to learn anymore," or "Thank goodness I have my diploma. I'm done learning for a lifetime.
I don't have to learn new things anymore."
No, every day we should be striving to learn something new.
We should have this unquenchable curiosity for the world around us.
That's where the people you see on "Jeopardy" come from.
sitting at home memorizing the phone book.
I've met a lot of them.
For the most part, they are just normal folks who are universally interested in the world around them, curious about everything, thirsty for this knowledge about whatever subject.
We can live in one of these two worlds.
We can live in a world where our brains, the things that we know, continue to be the thing that makes us special, or a world in which we've outsourced all of that to evil supercomputers from the future like Watson.
Ladies and gentlemen, the choice is yours.
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I decided to just talk with Gerg.
It resulted in them stopping the kidnappings for a while and falling into a wait-and-see state.
Carlo, namely me will leak out that he will pack his mansion full with soldiers as a precaution.
Gyan and also Zackary were made to patrol, Crescent Moon and I were also asked to do it but we said we still had some business and would join them shortly, with that being said we forcibly left.
It seems like the Princessâs maid, Fraudia, will soon be delivered to Prince Armandi Rejum.
At the same time, Rejum intends to use her as a means to ensure his personal security.
I parted with Crescent Moon at the hideout then I returned to the mansion and called for F and Lunos.
âCarlo-samaâs plan worked really well.â
Lunos reported this but I obviously knew this already.
Well, I was there after all.
âLooks like it, I got a report from my subordinate a few minutes ago. I know who the mastermind is.â
âWho is it?â
As F asked Lunos who also was interested leant forward.
âDonât be surprised when you hear this, itâs old man Gerg.â
âWhat? That Viscount Gerg is behind the kidnappings? I canât believe that. Is the information reliable?â
âYeah, he seemed to have directly met him in the mansion and talked to him. He told me there was a kidnapped girl there.â
I was seriously surprised that Lunos knew of Gergâs good reputation.
Thatâs to be expected, I wouldnât believe it either if I didnât see it with my own eyes.
âViscount Gerg was close with Carlo-sama, right? How shall we do this?â
âObviously attacking him isnât possible. However, assuming that he was found out, that guy is gathering soldiers. He will soon make his move.â
âA raid?â
âI see, I will punish him with my own hands.â
âHowever, wouldnât it be bad if we start a fight with Viscount Gerg who got his peerage from the king?â
Fâs worry was also reasonable.
Thatâs why I wanted to cut him down as Akatsuki and not as Carlo at first.
But I have a plan this time.
âI thought about this point. Gather the Imperial Guard immediately. I donât care who comes. Weâll depart as soon as you gathered enough.â
ââYes!ââ
As one would expect, those two are excellent warriors, as soon as they understood my intentions they immediately left to gather soldiers.
Ting Tingââ
I rang the bell and called for Melissa.
âWhat are your orders, Carlo-sama?â
âIâll shortly leave this place with some soldiers. I want to ask you to immediately prepare the equipment.â
âWell, this late at night? Understood, I shall immediately prepare it.â
âIâm sorry. Additionally, I may return with some women. Theyâll probably be tired. Please make preparations to accommodate them.â
â- â Understood, I shall prepare everything for them.â
For an instant, Melissa looked like she wanted to know the whole story but lowered her head without saying anything.
Melissa is a good person after all.
âAre you ready? Our goal is the Viscountâs house. Thereâs no doubt that the enemy is also armed. Donât be careless!â
After Fâs commands, a momentary unrest runs through the gathered knights.
They were told to invade Viscount Gerg who enjoys such a good reputation.
However, as one would expect they were well trained and the unrest had immediately settled down.
âMount your horses, advance!â
At Fâs shout approximately knights started to march.
As they are a cavalry corps only consisting out of mounted knights their marching speed was considerable.
Their mobility was their biggest weapon after all.
âThe Imperial Guard Order is passing through! Make way!â
People wondered what was going on as a cavalry group was running through Braham at night.
Oops, âthatâ which I put near my chest nearly fell because of the vibrations caused by White King.
Dangerous, dangerous.
We left Braham and rode our horses for a while before the light of Gergâs mansion was visible.
To not be exposed we halted at a slightly remote place and arrange our formation.
âLunos, youâll go with the knights to confront the opposing soldiers. F youâll come with me, please take care of that guyâs guard. Iâll have a man-to-man talk with Gerg. Oh, and Lunos, protect all the women kept inside. Especially the woman with a collar around her neck. Sheâs the key figure. Donât let her even get a single scratch.â
Everyone ties their horses together and sneaked towards the mansion on foot.
As expected, there were no guards out. They canât even imagine someone attacking them now.
As we approached the mansion several knights went to the door with a wooden hammer in their hands.
Ah, isnât that the guy with the good body who lost against me in the second round of the Sword Fighting Competition?
Heâs certainly the third corpsâ Captain, give it your all (laughs).
Baaaaaam!
âWeâll attack them, come on!â
At the same time, the door got wrecked Lunosâ unit pulled their swords and jumped inside.
I took my Oricalcum Sword in my hand and finally entered together with F.
When we entered battles started in various places.
When I looked to Lunos I saw Gyan was his opponent.
Even though you were able to escape with so much effort, Iâm disappointed, Gyan.
There were a lot of people here, the knights who were free protected the women.
Yeah, if itâs like this Fraudia will surely be fine.
Of course, the door got guarded so that no one could escape.
Seeing that Zackary isnât here heâs probably on the second floor together with Gerg.
I went up the grand staircase together with F.
Different than the noisy first floor the second floor was quiet.
While watching our surroundings we cautiously went through the corridor and then around the next corner there was a man.
Zackary was guarding an especially luxurious door.
Behind it was Gergâs room.
âF, please distract that guy. Gerg should be on the other side of the door. Iâll try to get in.â
Zackary shouted at me and F who lowered his head.
âIâm Greg-samaâs right-hand man, the knight, Zackary! No matter who you are I wonât let you through!â
âIâm Carlo-samaâs head of the Imperial Guard Order, Fitzgerald. He said he wishes to go through that door. Let us through.â
Zackary reacted to Fâs words calmly.
âHoh, youâre the ******* who defeated that pretty boy, Lunos. Then you shouldnât be lacking as an opponent!â
Ehm, he also defeated me.
It was in the finals, too.
Are you just going to ignore me, is that so?
Oh well, that guy isnât a match for F but I want to enter that room as soon as possible.
For that, I canât just wait until F defeated him.
I canât let Gerg escape no matter what.
âF, Lets both attack him to get through. Is that fine?â
âCertainly. Then let us go.â
After hearing our conversation Zackary flew into a rage.
âYou guys are cowardly for attacking this Zackary with two people. Fight me one on one like a dignified knight!â
Even if you say that, you wonât let us through so youâre the bad one here.
Besides, Iâm a villain so thereâs no need for me to be âdignifiedâ.
I completely ignored Zackaryâs words and was about to hit him together with F.
You canât do anything if the Sword Fighting Competitionâs champion and runner-up attack you together.
F and I inexhaustibly attacked Zackary with our swords.
Zackary tried to desperately block but honestly his short-comings canât be denied.
Itâs just that he doesnât receive any severe wound because heâs wearing a heavy armour.
As one would expect of F, heâs good.
Zackary gets gradually driven to the wall.
Thanks to that a gap was created through which I could pass.
âIâm sorry, F. Donât let anyone enter until I say itâs good.â
âUnderstood.â
After I just exchanged a few words with him I placed my hand on the doorknob.
âW, wait!â
Zackary hastily shouted but thatâs all he could do because he was busy blocking Fâs sword so he couldnât chase after me.
As I turned the doorknob the door opened.
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Someone knocked on the door of Inglis and Rafinhaâs room. When given permission, the door opened and Leoneâs face peeked in. She was done with her preparation, dressed in a bluish-purple gown.
ãInglis, Rafinha! Itâs about time. Is it going to take longer?ã
ãShh, quiet! Youâre disrupting my focus......!ã
Replied the serious-looking Rafinha without even glancing at Leone. Rafinha herself was already dressed in a yellow gown and ready to go.
ãIâm sorry, Leone. Rani is a bit menacing when sheâs concentrating on something. In that matter, you look great in that dress; Youâre pretty.ã
ãFufu... Thanks. Iâm no match to Inglis, however.ã
Inglisâ prep was already done for the most part, as she was dressed in a bright red gown. To put the finishing touches on her, Rafinha was currently arranging her hair. It was Rafinhaâs hobby to dress Inglis up beautifully. The tailor lady in their hometown of Ymir, who was already a good friend of theirs, taught her a lot of things, and so she naturally learned to do this kind of styling.
ãReally? But itâs also true that youâre cute, Leone.ã
ãIt gives me confidence to hear that from you.ã
ãâAnd, done! Glis, stand and take a spin.ã
ãOkay.ã
As Inglis spun around, the hem of her dress fluttered gently. Her hair ornaments sparkled along happily.
ãYouâre so pretty. My heart is almost stolen even though Iâm not a guy.ã
ãThis is why I canât stop dressing up Glis~ Sheâs just the best material.ã
ãHey, Rani. Can I look in the mirror now?ã
ãYeah, you can.ã
Inglis then looked at her reflection on the full-length mirror embedded at the roomâs entrance wall. The dress bought at a tailorâs shop in the Royal Capital was made of fine fabric with a smooth sheen and was elaborately embroidered in places. Once Inglis wore the dress and had her hair styled by Rafinha, her unworldly beauty shone even brighter. Her fair, white skin peeking through the dress was the most prized treasure there be.
ãOoh......!! Awesomeâitâs so amazing......!ã
She assumed one pose after another, wanting to look at herself from different angles. They were all amazing.
I sure have grown so beautiful, even if I say so myself.
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ãYup, yup. I love that Glis is cute when she gets excited.ã
ãYouâre right. It would be hard to approach her if she was too perfect.ã
Then, as Leone smiled at that sightââ
Grumble~!
Grumble~!
Inglis and Rafinhaâs stomachs rumble at the same time.
ã...... Hungry, arenât we?ã
ãWe are. After all, we didnât eat to save room for the party feast in the castle today.ã
ãH-, honestly, you two! Now you made me hard to approach you two, since everyone will think I have a rumbly tummy too.ã
ã... Is it vulgar, then?ã
ãYes, verily. Especially with a beauty like Inglis, they would be in for a surprise to hear your belly growl.ã
ãI knew we should have grabbed a few bites beforeââã
ãThereâs no time for that, Glis. Weâll just go to the venue and get a quick bite. Come on, letâs go. Thereâs good food waiting for us!ã
ã...... Youâre right. Letâs make haste.ã
ãThe principal is already waiting. Letâs.ã
In the courtyard right outside their dormitory, Principal Miliera was waiting for them. She would attend todayâs party too, guiding Inglis and the other two. And the carriage she called for the four of them was ready to leave.
ãWaah~! Everyone is so pretty in your dresses, truly a gorgeous sight to behold!ã
ãããThank you very much.ããã
ãQuick, get in the carriage. Weâre heading to the castle.ã
The four of them hopped in and the carriage went on its way. In the carriage, Rafinha asked Principal Miliera.
ãYou donât wear a gown, Principal?ã
Principal Miliera was still donning her school teacher robe.
ãI guess I donât. So far as it goes, I wish to negotiate properly as the Academyâs Principal, after all.ã
ãWhat are you negotiating?ã
Asked Leone, craning her neck.
ãNaturally, I will try to get some new equipment that hasnât been bestowed to us. Itâs a good opportunity to ask it straight to the new envoy, you see. Donât you just want to own those flying battleships? You want them, right? Right?ã
The principalâs eyes were gleaming excitedly.
ãThat sounds good. I want a state-of-the-art anti-personnel destructive weapon. May I implore you to request for it? I would love to fight against one.ã
ãN-, no, I donât think you can get anything that dangerousââAnd youâre just going to fight against it and break it, anyway! Please, donât break things that we finally get our hands on.ã
Inglisâ proposal was easily dismissed.
ãBut, Principal. Is it even going to work, asking like that?ã
ãLeone has a point. If the envoy is just another version of Myynti...ã
ãUsing seductive methods will surely work against such peopleââã
ã... Sounds incredibly dangerous. Iâd never resort to that, no matter what.ã
Whispered Rafinha and Leone to each other.
ãWell, our new envoy is someone you can reasonably talk with. In fact, he is actually an acquaintance of mine.ã
ãIf so, that means that person had toured the ground before?ã
Asked Rafinha with deep interest.
ãItâs a pretty special case though, you know? In the past, when His Highness Wayne was studying abroad on the Highland, I went there with him to be his bodyguard. I possess a Special Grade Rune after all. You can say that my ability is greatly valued.ã
ãThat means youâre good friends with the Prince too, amazing!ã
ãFufu. Itâs nothing special. Well, you can say that we are childhood friends of sort?ã
ãIf so, that means that the Principal is close with both His Highness Wayne and the new envoyââã
ãI do. Iâm thinking of fully using these channels I have and ask for equipment!ã
ãThe Ironblood Chain Brigade appears to own their own flying battleship too, so we may need to have our own to combat it.ã
ãSure we do. While them owning a battleship is a critical situation for us, it is a good reason to demand new equipment. I donât know who is this Black Mask person who leads their organization, but Iâm honestly amazed he could acquire such a thing.ã
ãDoes that mean he has a collaborator on the Highland?ã
ãThatâs possible. Or maybe he himself is a Highlander...ã
ãYouâre right, that is also a possibility.ã
ã... I think itâs also possible that itâs my brother Leon who is behind the mask. He saved me beforeââã
ãThere are so many possibilities, but... that only means we know nothing about him, right?ã
ãYeah, Rani. Exactly. But there is one thing that we know for sure.ã
ãWhat is it?ã
ãHe is pretty strong. The next time we meet, I will make sure we properly fight. I wonder if he would try to keep my mouth shut and chase after me if I unveiled his maskââã
ãHaha... So, youâre taking off his mask not because you want to know his identity, you just want to aggravate him? That sounds just like you, Glis.ã
ãI mean, that person keeps avoiding a battle with me. I want to fight him.ã
ãW-, well, no matter what your motive is, Iâm sure itâs beneficial for the Kingdom if you can eventually reveal the identity of the brigadeâs leader and capture him. And so, in your next encounter with him, please bring out your everything. You have my permission.ã
ãThank you very much. That means you will take the responsibility for anything that happens in the middle, right Principal?ã
ãNow that sounds scary if you put it that way... Just, what are you planning to do, reallyââã
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âT-That monster... Itâs him! Itâs definitely him! The mountain turned him into a monster and he came back, I tell yoo-woah! Bleagh! Hic... H-Heâs gonna kill me...â
Dangling a practically empty bottle with him, he wandered through the night city from street light to street light.
He was alive. He survived in the dragonâs mountain, consumed the dragonâs power to grow strong, and now, he came down to the city.
He got some details about that girl called Lucella from Tim and everything coincided.
There was no doubt. That Lucella was âheâ whose name he had forgotten.
Normally, this would be an absurd thing to even consider.
But Gemel was someone who never thought too deeply about the details and this time it just happened to work in his favor to see through the truth.
According to Tim, Lucella had lost the memories prior to entering the mountain.
âMemories? He has no memories? Am I safe then? But if he remembers it, Iâll become a murderer. Before that, that monster will kill me... will kill me for sure...
In his fear, Gemel thought about what would be the best move now.
But after drowning in alcohol and turning his simplistic thinking even worse, he came to a decision.
âBurp! Hic... right, letâs run... Yeah... Iâm gonna survive this, haha, wahahahaa!â
Run somewhere far away. That was it.
Adventures werenât bound to a place from the start. The Seventh Dice had enough power to go anywhere...
âYouâre Sir Gemel, the leader of the Seventh Dice, yes?â
When he was addressed, Gemel finally noticed the existence of a man standing before him.
In the spiraling, rainbow-colored alley, he saw three men in black with two heads and four arms.
âWho... outta the way, imma keep drinkin...â
âI heard you entered the depths of Mount Kuguse back when it was still off limits.â
Those words made Gemel sober up a bit. Now the man before him appeared as one, with one head and two arms.
Nevertheless, there was still a man in black.
âAgh? Da heck are you...â
Gemel gauged the distance with the man in black, still holding the bottle of alcohol.
Some people did know that Seventh Dice entered the mountain since he talked with some traders about it when selling the herbs, but someone approaching him in an alley like this about it would mean they had some kind of a motive. It could be a threat, or a threat, or maybe a threat.
âPlease relax. I didnât come to blame you for it. Rather, I even admire you and would like to borrow your strength.â
âWhat...?â
Gemel put his guard up but the man in black didnât move.
He continued talking unconcernedly.
âI want a guide. How about it? Of course, I will provide appropriate compensation...â
It was an honest and dry invitation like that of a thickheaded government official.
Mount Kuguse was a silent mountain, but it was said that flames dwelled inside it.
And that was the reason why the red dragon settled down on it.
To back that claim up, hot water... apparently gushed out of it from here and there. Lucella unfortunately never witnessed any of it during his stay on it, however.
Building a hot water fetching facility there and creating a pipeline to the city would be a next-to-impossible task, but fortunately, there was a spring source at the foot of the mountain near where Kugutfulm was, so the hot water drawn from there was spread through the city.
For that reason, this city had been known as a hot-spring resort since the old times.
âIs the water temperature good, Lucella? The water here is too hot so they cool it down before using it, but the equipment isnât maintained anywhere other than the place we use, so Iâm not sure how it is here.â
âItâs good... I mean, I probably wouldnât get a burn even if it was boiling...â
âAhahaha... you have a point. I mean, boiling water wouldnât put a single wound on my beautiful skin either. You who lived on the mountain would totally be fine.â
Inside the bath that was three times bigger than an average householdâs, Lucella was enjoying his first bath in a long while.
Violaâs voice came from the outside of the window where she was tinkering with the equipment.
This was the inn that the Golden Helmet used as their base. This was the indoor bath attached to one of the guest rooms.
âSo youâre using the entire inn as a base? Thatâs amazing. I guess thatâs to be expected of the cityâs top party...â
âI mean, this is Weinâs grandmaâs inn. Sheâs already old and couldnât handle the strain so she closed it down, but then we said we would use it. We have meals prepared for us and pay the âhotel chargesâ too, but we can be flexible with it and choose not to accommodate guests when we are not feeling well.â
â...Mr. Weinâs appearance made me think he was a fugitive or something, but he was actually a local huh?â
âAhahaha... Weinâs the type to focus on looking the part and has looked like that since we were beginners. But now weâre the top party in the city. Looking the part is important too. After all, something that is only true in appearance can eventually become the real thing.â
Viola peered in through the window while laughing loudly.
She was peeking quite shamelessly. However, the steam from the room quickly clouded her glasses.
âMs. Kafal isnât with you?â
âShe said she would come, but I told her not to.â
Viola already understood Kafalâs behavioral pattern very well.
Kafal wanted to follow Lucella to the bath, but Lucella declined it. It was probably because he found it embarrassing in various ways, but Kafal was dejected by it for some reason, so Lucella felt like he had done something bad.
âIs it really that shocking to be denied following me in the bath? For a Dragon, I mean... She did lick my body all over in the mountain. Was she trying to do something similar in a human way?
In the mountains, perhaps that was acceptable. But this was a human city.
âI think... Kafal really wants to keep caring for me with all she has.â
âPerhaps. Why not let yourself be spoiled?â
âUhh...â
âIs it embarrassing?â
âThatâs part of it...â
To say it accurately, it was because he was embarrassed about being treated as a kid so much. But there was a reason why he started feeling that way.
âI... feel like... she spoiled me more on the mountain... But thatâs because I was overwhelmingly weaker in the mountain, so I had to rely on her to even survive... But this is a human city, and Iâm acting to protect Kafal now... so maybe itâs because my feelings are a little different now... I mean, I guess part of the reason is the public gazes too...â
âI see, I see. You may not be wrong, Lucella, but that might make Ms. Kafal lonely.â
If Kafal was still spoiling Lucella as before and simply chose the human method for it, this would probably make her very lonely...
âLucella!â
âWah?!â
But then, Kafal suddenly pulled the door open and entered the bathroom.
She was originally a fake body being manipulated by magic, but the flaming dress was now gone from her body, leaving her stark-naked.
Her skin was sublimely white. Her youthful and supple body had a perfect molding that gave a sense of functional beauty, but a certain part of her was in a heavyweight class, as if it was the symbol of motherhood.
âWein... taught... me. Humans... learn... true... feelings... by... ânaked relationshipâ.â
âWhat did that b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲ teach you!!â
âWash.â
âWait, hold it for a second!â
Kafal, with a sponge in her hand, dragged Lucella out of the bath and had him sit before her, and then proceeded to polish every part of her body.
âSo passionate.â
âThatâs normally something you say about lovers...â
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No wonder they froze.
I looked around the hall. I wonder where Dukeâs mother was...
...Ah, there they are... How conspicuous.
A roofed area with luxurious chairs and food was located in the middle of the auditorium.
It was hard to tell from a distance, but it was definitely the king and queen. Then there were people who looked like the prince, the vizier, and the guards. They exuded such a powerful presence.
I was under the impression that the Ravaal Kingdom was devoid of magic, which meant that it had to be governed by ordinary people.
You mean the Game Developers only focused on my country?
The game was good for an Otome Game, but it was a bit too generic in some parts. I wonder if they have some kind of agenda. Oh, but did I mention that the heroine was almost kidnapped by wolves before because she was unable to use magic in this country?
...Oh, the story is too complicated.
I concentrated my consciousness on my right eye and observed them.
The king had light blond hair and bright yellow-green eyes. The queen, on the other hand, had dark gray hair and yellow-green eyes like the king. The princes have bright whitish blond hair, one with long hair and one with short hair. In a way, they were balanced well. Both of them have bright green eyes, the same color as their parents. ...I know itâs impolite to say so, but they didnât appear to be capable of using magic.
Of course, it goes without saying that they are all extremely good-looking. I wonder if there were rules in this world that all royalty must be good-looking. In addition to having money, they also have perfect looks... I envy them to no end.
âHow can you be okay with a kid like that!â
âYou should get someone with more meat than that one! That kid will be eaten in an instant!â
You wouldnât know if someone had enough strength or not until the fight started.
As soon as one person began shouting, everyone else began shouting in turn, as if they were taking advantage of the situation. The earlier silence turned out to be an illusion, as everything began to get noisy once more.
I wish someone would get me some earplugs. If they kept going like this, my eardrums might burst.
âThis is no place for kids!â
I felt like they were trying to be nice to me. Maybe they were worried about me?
âAre you lost?â
The audience burst into laughter at those words.
I was a fool to think that they were worried about me. I was nothing but entertainment for them. Iâm sure they donât want that entertainment to be over in an instant.
Donât worry, Iâll keep you all entertained.
âHere comes the lion!â
Suddenly, a voice rang in my ears. I heard the sound of someoneâs voice ringing in my ears, and at the same time, âOoohhhh!â at once.
Slowly, the lionâs fence opened up. I could sense the tension rising at the same time.
From behind the fence, a pair of wild eyes glared at me. They appear to have come here solely to catch their prey.
âDonât you dare run away.â
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I couldnât levitate my giant body by flapping my wings alone, so there should be some kind of magical support, but I havenât figured out how it worked. So I couldnât fly just yet.
Maria explained all that to Fina and she reluctantly accepted it.
At her age, many kids would still not understand it even after an explanation, so she really was reasonable. As expected of my sister.
âKyaa, weâre so high up!â
âThis is quite a thrilling sight. Why not turn it into a business, Nicole?â
âAs if I can?!â
My slightly hoarse voice leaked from the Dragonâs mouth.
I just noticed this recently, but it seemed that the Dragons had the ability to use human words. But well, most people would just flee even if I talked in this form.
Though it was on my back, the place Fina and Maria sat was still over ten meters from the ground. I was moving while doing my best to keep my body horizontal as much as possible.
After thirty minutes of running around, I returned to the starting location and let the two down.
âDid you enjoy it?â
âIt was really fun!â
âItâs really on the level that you should take money off it, so itâs a shame.â
âMom your thoughts are like a worn-out housewife.â
âI canât help it. Lyellâs money-handling skills are all over the place.â
âYeah, Iâm aware.â
Heâs always been too easy going for his own good, so I often had to run around to solve his mess.
Gadius was much the same so I was quite worried when I heard he was opening up his own inn.
Someone then started hitting my feet below.
âCortina...â
She was hitting my leg with shining eyes, making me feel like asking how old she was.
âHere.â
I lowered my head to make it easier for her to get on. But then Fina also raised her hands to show that she was participating too.
âFina too!â
âDidnât you ride it already?â
âAgain!â
Looks like I have underestimated a childâs stamina. In the end, I ended up carrying people around until sunset.
Finia, Michelle, and Cloud showed up in the middle of it and I ended up carrying them too. But Michelle, I wish you would stop mumbling âDragon steakâ while riding my back.
A few days after that, the rumor seemed to have somehow spread about the âEvil Dragon Colchis tourâ in the surrounding villages. I was made to transform into the Evil Dragon every day and run around while carrying travelers that came from far away.
Even after being called heroes or becoming first-class Adventurers, there wasnât much we could do for this peaceful village.
If carrying the travelers on my back could play a role in revitalizing it, I suppose it would count as a contribution to it.
âThat said, Iâve been transforming for over a week straight already, you know?â
âTrue. I suppose you need to rest already.â
âYou donât sound so convincing when you were making money out of it with shining eyes, mom...â
Of course, even if they came all the way here for a request, I couldnât just do it for free.
I was also burdened by it, so not receiving any money would be unfair.
Thus, Maria started collecting money from the travelers, but she had quite an indescribably wicked expression while doing it.
If I had to describe it further, it was something I couldnât possibly let Fina see.
âDaddy feels sad about being the odd man out.â
âDonât call yourself daddy.â
âMaria, Nicole is being mean to me.â
Even after learning that I was Reid, Maria and Lyell kept acting like my mother and father. That also showed up in how I referred to them, as they tended to sulk when I didnât call them mom and dad.
âPlus I have to get naked when transforming so I canât take guys with me.â
âFor now weâre using the partitioning screen to handle the problem, but the boys always act excited.â
âThe mansion will get destroyed so donât.â
Lyell asked me in seriousness so I gave up on transforming inside the village.
After a few more days... an army suddenly surrounded our village for some reason.
Lyell yelled in a rough tone while holding his head. I didnât know why that happened either so I shared his sentiments. But the situation changed when Elliot was the one leading that army.
He came out of the army formation with his horse and spoke to us who were facing them to protect the village.
âThere was a report that the Evil Dragon settled in this village so we came to subjugate it! Lord Lyell, could you testify to this?â
âOh, so thatâs what this is about...â
Now that I think about it, of course the kingdom would be on edge if they heard the Evil Dragon Colchis was running around here.
The Evil Dragon had enough power to ruin a kingdom on its own. It may seem unbelievable, but if Lyell managed to tame it, he could be suspected of rebellion.
âOh that? Thatâs just Nicole transforming into it.â
âMiss Nicole... I mean, Lord Reid?â
âYeah. I mean, we dissected the Evil Dragon, remember? So she apparently
âAnd then she combined it with transformation magic?!â
âLooks like Iâve caused quite a trouble... Uh, Iâm really sorry.â
âOh no, considering all that you have done for us, this is nothing much...â
Elliot answered back with dead eyes. It was clear that it had burdened the kingdom quite a bit. The army expended a huge amount of money just by existing.
âNo, this was really inconsiderate on our part. Iâll insist on not doing anything similar after this.â
âYes, I would be very grateful if you do. I really will. From the bottom of my heart.â
Elliot repeated it several times, making it clear how much anxiety it caused him.
I could understand him, as the Evil Dragonâs revival could cause him to lose his kingdom once again.
âBut I might transform when necessary.â
âI understand that it is unavoidable. Still, Lord Reid, I mean Miss Nicole... Now that you can become the Evil Dragon, your existence has been elevated even further.â
âSorry about that. We got carried away a bit too.â
âLady Maria, Lady Cortina, please donât mind it. But well, I would be grateful if you could report it whenever you have to transform.â
Since they were the stronger war power, the United Three Kingdoms had to always remain vigilant.
There was no definite proof that another being like Kufar didnât exist, so they were very sensitive about the Evil Dragon making another appearance.
And then I went and started transforming into it without a care, so he probably felt enough stress to lose hair.
âI guess this is as far as the Evil Dragon riding tour goes. Sorry.â
âI would be most grateful. By the way, Miss Nicole.â
As I bowed sincerely, Elliot gave me a meaningful smile.
âWhat is it?â
âUm, could you allow me to ride your back too?â
âYou too?!â
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â years old......somehow......with my son......â
It seems like he was muttering something ominous. Nicole, even you? For starters, I have no plans on becoming a merchant. I might run into the toad-faced man.
Although there were various worrisome issues, it seems that we will arrive in Harula in about two days. I would finally be free from the current situation. As I was wishing we would arrive soon, I continue acting as Elsaâs conversation partner while thinking absentmindedly. But as expected, something happened. Troublesome matters
It wasnât something related to the escorts, but instead monsters attacked. Six orcs to be precise. I started hoping they had come in peace, but obviously that was just wishful thinking.
But fear not! We have two veteran adventurers escorting us! Since I have been feeding them quite a bit of food for a while, I would like you two to work hard now! Show me the power of those who work as adventurers for a living. Otherwise, I might have to reduce the amount of meat I was giving them.
If I was calculating benefits and loss.
âWhat!? What are orcs doing here!? And thereâs six of them!?â
âHey, Ziggy! This is impossible! Letâs hurry up and escape!â
What?
Just wait a moment, what are you two talking about? Isnât your job to work hard here to allow everyone to escape? I was confused by their remarks.
âHey, old man! As such, weâll be escaping first!â
âWhat are you talking about! Stop messing around!â
âWeâre not messing around! Why should everyone have to die? Itâll be the same no matter what!â
âThatâs right, old man! Thatâs why, you should buy us some time until we can get away!â
The two of them immediately drew their weapons and slashed Nicoleâs legs after saying so. I was still processing what was happening right in front of me. My mind had frozen up due to the various things happening.
As I stood there stunned, Ziggy approached me and tried grabbing my arm, but Bell drove him away. Norn was busy trying to intimidate the orcs and keep them at bay.
âHey Ziggy! What are you doing!?â
âThis brat might be worth using! Just those glasses alone might be worth something.......ââ
âOur lives come first! Hurry up!â
âTch! Whatever!â
.......Those two were beyond saving. Maybe, I should just kill them right now.
That sort of thought briefly passed through my mind, but there were various other matters that took priority. As such, I was able to remain cool. I turned my attention away from the two escorts who were running away and went towards Nicole.
Elsa was clinging on to him and crying. It was bad since she was also shaking him.
Both of his legs were cut. I looked over the injuries. Although the cuts were quite deep, they didnât reach the veins. Something at this level should be curable with a low-potion.
I took out a potion and poured it over the wounds and they immediately healed.
Nicole-san who had just been in pain, now had a surprised expression on his face, but he quickly recovered and thanked me.
âIâm sorry, to heal me with something so precious. I donât think I can help you much in this sort of situation......Iâm sorry for getting you involved in something like this, but I will try to buy you some time to escape. So please, during that time, can you please take Elsa and run away together?â
Lloyd had a club in his hand and was staring at us. He was definitely brave. Elsa was crying and shouting that she wanted everyone to leave together. That was natural.
âPlease, Elsa.â
âSorry, but I refuse.â
âEh.......?â
I stood up silently and walked forth in front of the three people. I glanced around at the orcs heading toward us. A total of six. With one of them in the back. And the five in front being kept at a distance by Nornâs intimidation. The one in the back was being kept busy by Bell who was darting around its feet.
I couldnât stand a crying child.
âNorn, please buy me some time.â
âWoof!â
Norn ran forth at once. Letâs start with the one in the back. I took out a stone, aimed, then fired. The head of the orc which Bell was keeping back, exploded.
When I turned towards Norn, one of the orcs she was dealing with had its head trapped in a ball of water. ......So there was such a way of using it. That orc became unable to move. Norn leapt high up in the air and swiped her front paws. Another orcâs head flew off. What is with this. Sheâs so cool. Iâll have her teach me that technique later.
There were now three remaining. I aimed towards all of them and shot. All targets were met with the sound of heads exploding.
For the last orc that was drowning, Norn had pressed it down as she cut its throat. She wanted to show Bell how to do it.
The entire fight lasted about seconds. Even with orcs, we could fight them easily as long as we maintained a distance. Or at least until Nornâs MP runs out.
âItâs over.â
When I looked back towards Nicole and the rest, they were all standing there with their mouths agape and in shock.
In the end, after everyone calmed down, we decided to stop traveling for today and set up camp.
Well, that was natural. We almost died. As such, we set up camp a short distances away.
I also ended up keeping all the orcs that were defeated.
Well, even though I took all the spoils......I still ended up using them for dinner that night. After all, theyâre freshly caught! Both Nicole and Lloyd had complicated expressions on their faces. Since these were the monsters that nearly killed them. Elsa? She was enjoying the meal right alongside me! She was quite delighted.
I made pork steak with a Japanese-style seasoning. I used soy sauce, but if I had oyster sauce I couldâve made it more delicious. Nicole had also provided garlic and chopped cabbage. The ingredients were actually meant to be sold, but he wanted to express his thanks to me for saving their lives.
âI never knew soy sauce could taste like this......simply delicious.â
Miso and soy sauce existed in this world, but apparently there werenât many recipes that used them. Usually, orc steak would just be simply seasoned using salt only. Sometimes, a bit of additional spices might also be added As such, when Nicole ate the orc steak I cooked for today, he was honestly quite surprised. The person in charge of this world should work harder!
As for Elsa? She was mad at me when she realized that I had been cutting corners when I had cooked for the past few days. But she became so absorbed in eating that she quieted down.
After the meal, we discussed how we should handle the matter about the escorts who had ran away.
Rather than just abandoning their duties, the two of them had injured their client before running away. This was already beyond the level of a simple contract violation.
As such, when we reach the city, Nicole plans on heading straight to the guild and appealing. The two would likely end up being expelled from the guild and have their assets confiscated as compensation. As such, they would most likely end up becoming slaves. Since the two had ended up going that far.
As such, Nicole wanted me to go along with him to the guild to testify as a witness. Since it wasnât anything too difficult, I didnât mind going. Besides, I also wanted to register with the guild.
Since the escorts werenât here anymore, the space inside the wagon was vacant so we decided to sleep in there for today. But Elsa was very against it. My tent had a cheat mat spread underneath it, so the difference was like heaven and earth, so I guess it couldnât be helped.
Since Elsa was being noisy, I decided to bring out the mat only. But even so, Elsa? My chest isnât a pillow, okay?
We headed off early the next morning. It seems that we were camping at a place very near Harula, so Nicole wanted to hurry back to the town so he could report the two escorts.
Since I was just sitting in the carriage, I had no problems with that.
Elsa acted as my conversation partner again and the town came into view by afternoon.
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âPoe, Luxembourg, concentrate on your mana!â
The incredible mana of the Demon King Army caused the room to be filled with thick miasma. The mana that was already filled to the brim was added to by Hidler himself.
The seal placed by Demon King Zorg was a powerful prison unable to be unsealed even with a team of famous experts. It wasnât something the average expert could easily meddle with. Even if they did try to meddle with it, they would likely be sucked into the prison, soul and all. But with extraordinary monsters like Hidler pouring their mana in with all their strength, would the result still be the same...?
With their three roars, the space began to oscillate. The dense miasma condensed further, and was noxious enough to be sinister.
âThe time is now. By my name Hidler, I command you to release them!â
Hidlerâs almighty and overpowering voice resounded through the room, before a pale blue flame appeared and enveloped the magic circle.
âFSHST! GASHAN!
Cracks appeared in space, and from it descended three monsters. They had been released from Demon King Zorgâs seal.
âIt has been a while, has it not. Seiryuu, Byakko, Suzaku.â
âGenbu... No, it is Hidler now, isnât it. Are you the one who released us from the seal?â
The man who spoke had sharp fangs and large blue wings that seemed to cover his body, and was a demon dragonoid named Seiryuu. Before the great war of old, he was famed as the Demonic Dragon King who led his armies to eliminate many races.
Complaining was a meter tall white tier, the demon beastman Byakko. Possessing another name, Demonic Beast King, he was a tyrannical being whose single roar was enough to instantly obliterate a small town.
âWe have been sealed for a few thousand years, havenât we? Master Zorg is so cruel. I thought I would go mad from hunger and boredom.â
Unlike her polite manner of speech, her true nature was brutal. Looking like a mix of a person and flame was the hellfire demon, Suzaku. She had reigned as a queen who manipulated flames and turned all to ash.
âEnough. I shall not allow further disrespect towards Master Zorg. I shall now speak of the reason I unsealed you.â
âHang on a little, Hidler. We just got released from the seal after thousands of years, you know. Iâm starving.â
âIndeed. My belly is empty.â
âI feel hungry.â
Their three bellies grumbled in hunger, as they drooled. It seems they were starving. Eyes sparkling, they looked for prey.
âIf you want food, then I shall prepare you some.â
âHavenât you already prepared some!â
âWhat? Mu!?â
âHeh. Be still for a little!â
The azure dragon blade that he materialized was being held by Hidlerâs neck. Seiryuuâs prided sword was able to cut up even dragons like tofu. It even pierced through Hidlerâs armor, and had slightly cut into his skin.
âPlease stay still for a while.â
Suzaku then bound the immobile Hidler in countless chains of flame. It was a technique that only she could use, and the surface of the chains were over a thousand degrees. A normal person bound by them would probably just dry up. Whatâs more, the strength of the chains was strong enough that even a hundred demons couldnât break them.
Hidler mustered up his mana, but despite his will, the cursed bindings wouldnât be so easily undone. Also, the more he struggled, the more tightly the chains cut into his body. You could see from this how nasty the strength of Suzakuâs mana was.
âââWell then, letâs eat!âââ
And so, with Hidler the hindrance bound and immobile, the Demonic Evil Three began attacking the exhausted Demon King Army.
âEh!? You guysâ W-, What are you doing? Didnât we undo the seal for you!â
Luxembourg and Poe screamed with expressions of shock. Perhaps they hadnât ever imagined that the people they just saved would suddenly return kindness with cruelty, because the two Demon Generals were struck with a sudden attack.
âHeh heh heh, the first food in millenia.â
With a single slash, Seiryuuâs Azure Dragon Blade cut into Poeâs chest. Its sharpness was outstanding. Poeâs tough skin was easily wounded, and fresh blood spurted.
âKu ku. Pretty hard, ainât cha!â
Seiryuu spoke while happily licking Poeâs blood. Even though he had attacked with enough power to split a demon in two, Poe had merely been wounded. Seiryuu smirked as though having found lively prey.
âAHAHAHAHHAAHA! You look delicious, Kitty!â
Suzaku created dozens of fireballs in an instant, and fired them towards Luxembourg. Each one of the fireballs was a scorching hot magic bullet of a thousand degrees. A normal person would vaporize on the spot if hit by one, and no matter how much of a monster one of the Six Demon Generals might have been, it was impossible for them to escape unscathed after being hit by them again and again.
âHahh, hahhâ T-, This isnât a joke. S-, Somebody, itâs a state of emergency!â
Luxembourg made use of her natural burst strength and evaded the flames left and right. As a demonic beastman, she had more burst power than other species, and reigned top even amongst her own. Even when Suzaku fired countless fire bullets, she somehow managed to avoid them.
âGAHAHAHA! Darting around, huh, you tricky little cat!â
While watching Suzaku and Luxembourgâs attack and defense, Byakko suddenly roared.
And in the next momentââ
A number of swirling vortexes of pressure assaulted Luxembourg.
Swallowed into one of the vortexes, Luxembourg was thrown against a wall. No matter how excellent her burst power was, it seems that while she was concentrating on Suzaku, she hadnât paid attention to Byakko. She was struck by his attack head-on.
âCaptain Poe, what is the matter?â
Hearing the screams of the Demon Generals, other troops had gathered. They had been forbidden by Hidler to come in, but hearing the many angry shouts and the sounds of impact, they couldnât resist and came in. Worried for Poe and Luxembourg, they flew into the room one by one.
âAha ⪠Dinner has arrived.â
Suzaku happily created fireballs, and rained them upon the troops. The very moment that they entered the room, they were attacked by Suzakuâs magic bullets at ferocious speeds. The troops were burnt to death, one after another.
âHieeekâS-, Save me!â
Suzaku restrained the heat of her magic bullets as she fired. The troops were going to be their food, so she couldnât very well turn them to ash, after all. The Demonic Evil Three began to eat the demons that had been cooked well.
âThis one was a birdman. Chicken skewers. Yummy, yummy.â
Drag roared, filled with rage for his dead companion. He was one of Poeâs household guards, and had the most physical strength after Poe. In the war of old, he had distinguished himself many times as Poeâs right hand man. That pride and conceit spurred him on. He attacked Byakko with his prided arms.
âW-, Wait, Drag!â
Even Poe himself had been no match for them. Dragâs strength was no threat to them. Unwilling to allow his important subordinate to die a needless death, Poe frantically tried to stop him, but...
âThis one is worth eating.â
Byakko crunched down on Dragâs attacking arm with ferocious fangs. The powerful arms that had killed a great many enemies in the war of old had been bitten off by Byakko.
Byakko then grabbed Dragâs head, and struck his fist towards Dragâs temple. The incredible impact broke his skull, and Drag fell to the ground, convulsing.
âKu ku ku. Nothing but a good build.â
Byakko tore apart the fallen Drag and began feasting. Poe was filled with rage for the killing of his precious subordinate, but because he himself had been cut countless times by Seiryuu, he wasnât able to move.
âIt would be nicer if there was some salt.â
Those who were killed first, and then those who were killed as well while trying to avenge them. Even those who scrambled to run were killed... It was a hell of corpses.
âHiee. H-, How can you eat your own comrades in the Demon King Army!â
âS-, So this is the strength of the legendary Demonic Evil Three!â
Unrest spread through the Demon King Army as their companions were killed and eaten one after another. The troopsâ eyes were filled with hatred for having their comrades or subordinates killed. And giving these troops a sideward glance were Seiryuu, Byakko, and Suzaku, but their feast wouldnât end. They followed their instincts, and continued to eat the demons.
âB̲A̲S̲T̲A̲A̲A̲R̲D̲S̲! I, Hidler, shall not forgive further outrages!â
Having escaped the cursed flame chains, Hidler rushed towards the three. His eyes glinted sharply, and it felt like he would tear them to pieces any moment.
âHidler, pretty fast ainâtcha. Seems like youâve gotten stronger than before, ey.â
âTruly. I thought my cursed chains would last a few hours longer.â
âYou lot, this is a warning. If you will not stop no matter what, I shall tear off my âarmorâ and show you my true ability. Know that our old friendship as the Four Heavenly Kings only goes this far!â
âGot it, got it. Donât be so mad, Hidler. Suzaku, Byakko, letâs stop here. Itâll be annoying if Hidler seriously gets angry.â
âUnderstood. I had plenty just now. Ah-, but I really wanted to eat that kitty.â
âTsk. Still a little hungry.â
The Demonic Evil Three reluctantly stopped their meal, and lent an ear to Hidler. Hidler seemed to still want to complain, but he couldnât start any more quarrels, so he began to speak.
â...The reason you three have been unsealed is but one. In order to battle the Evil God.â
âEvil God? The heck is that? They strong enough to warrant unsealing us?â
âEvil God Tilea. This Evil God killed two of the Demon Generals, Kira and Garm.â
âHahh~ The heck? I could tell from the battle just now. The quality of the Demon King Army has fallen.â
âIndeed. I wonder how many minutes the Evil God will last against us.â
âHuhu, I want to know how the Evil God tastes.â
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~!] Mitsuha
One day, when I returned to Earth, I received a call on the phone that the captain had arranged for me, so I answered it and was suddenly yelled at.
Iâve only given out my phone number and email address on this phone to a few people, but...... ah!
[Ah, Researcher-sensei...] Mitsuha
«I heard from someone in the government! I heard youâve been collecting things with mercenaries in the other world. Why didnât you call me?» Researcher
Ah, heâs not interested in fighting, but the collection part...
But, well, itâs really terrible to ask for help from them and then leave it until theyâre useful to us. Iâm sure that the collection part was something that the scholars wanted to do the most......
Yeah, thatâs... My bad.
[Iâm sorry! This time, the main focus was on the battle, so I couldnât put Sensei, a valuable human resource for humanity, in any danger......] Mitsuha
«Oh...... I see. Then I guess I have no choice.......» Researcher
Researchers are vulnerable to being praised for their achievements, and to having their abilities highly evaluated and respected. This is especially true for those who are not used to such things......
Iâm sure Sensei is highly regarded because heâs taking government jobs, but heâs probably not used to such overt compliments because heâs not supposed to talk to outsiders about government jobs, and I donât think politicians and military personnel are very likely to pamper scholars.
Anyway, even though I havenât asked him to do anything yet, Iâm keeping him around in case I need his expertise one day. Maybe I should give him something in return for his consulting fee.
U ~ n.......
[Iâm really sorry. Iâll make it up to you next time......] Mitsuha
«Umu
Then, after a little small talk, we ended the call.
Ah, it is important to keep the connection, isnât it?.......
By the way, I havenât seen that soldier in a while.
[Mitsuha-sama, actually, I have a favor to ask......] Remia
[Iâm done playing the role of <Hime Miko who led the divine soldiers>, so please just call me normally like before!] Mitsuha
I was worried that some problem might arise in the postwar process, so I was visiting Princess Remia every few days when she suddenly told me that.
[So, whatâs the problem? You said <We will respect the will of the Hime-Miko-sama, who made the imperial army retreat, and rejected all the meddling of the neighboring countries>, for peace treaties, right? Fortunately, I was able to stop the reinforcements from each country before they could be mobilized by sending the messenger on a transfer, so I heard that the gratuity was very small, right?] Mitsuha
[Yes, we appreciate it.......
Since the messenger was brought by Mitsuha-samaâs secret technique, none of the countries had mobilized their armies when the news of the cancellation of the request for reinforcements arrived. Most of them were either in the middle of a meeting to decide what to do or were just waiting to see what would happen without doing anything.
In other words, not a single country has actually decided to send reinforcements to our country, and we would be shameless enough to demand something for this. The military and some of the aristocracy will make a fuss, though......] Remia
Well, thatâs true. If the royal family were to show their lack of respect, it would be a disgrace to the country. If you think about how other countries will look at you, you canât say anything crazy. In any case, they didnât even send any reinforcements.
Thatâs because she sent out a messenger requesting reinforcements after they confirmed that the empire had begun to invade this country, and very little time had passed since she received the news of the messengerâs arrival.
The request cancellation messages arrived in an instant with the transfer, so there really wasnât much time to deal with them.
[And since we donât know whoâs listening where weâll have to continue to call Mitsuha-sama......
If people think that we have treated you like the great hero of the countryâs salvation, the Hime Miko of thunder, who led the divine soldiers and protected our country, we will be in serious trouble......] Remia
Ah~.......
The other day, she was the princess of a country, the acting king, far superior to me, a viscount of another country......
Until now, Hime Miko of thunder and the great hero of salvation was only <for our country>, but now, for this country as well......
[So, if the empire is in a <dog in the water> situation and no other country is going to interfere in any way, what in the world would you like to ask......? The empire hasnât asked you to do anything unreasonable, have they?] Mitsuha
[Yes, what Iâm asking for you now, is about the victory celebration.......] Remia
Princess Remia said that if the war started and ended before most of the people knew about it, it would not help the current government gain popularity.
What the heck...
Well, only a part of the residents of the royal capital indeed saw the helicopter sortie, and no one saw the battle scene.
Moreover, there were no casualties on their side, and so far no looting nor territory was taken.
Well, Iâm sure that some sort of compensation will be obtained through the ongoing peace negotiations.
Even though there were no human casualties, the villages and towns along the dayâs march from the border were looted and badly damaged, and the places where battles had been fought were wrecked. On top of that, the country has to pay me a commission. Itâs a lot of damage......
And since the empire was so desperate that it acted recklessly, there was no way that they would have enough gold coins or wheat to replace the money to pay for a large amount of compensation.
[Thatâs why we want to let the people know whatâs going on and celebrate with a bang to gain popularity so that they wonât complain even if the reparations we take from the empire are limited to the difference between the damage and the payment to Mitsuha-sama.
In order to do this, it is necessary for the Divine Soldiers and Hime-Miko-sama to appeal to the public, and to put mental pressure on them so we can say, <We were protected by the help of the gods, donât complain! Donât complain!> That mental pressure. That Pressure!......
And itâs also true that all the people want to thank the Divine Soldiers.
It is unacceptable for the people of this country to have you fight for our country, but not announce it widely nor recognize your achievements!] Remia
I have to agree with Princess Remiaâs explanation, and if the purpose of this is <to prevent people from starving to death in the empire and to reduce the number of compensation claims>, Iâll have to cooperate......
[I understand. If thatâs the reason, Iâll cooperate. No charge.] Mitsuha
[Really?] Remia
Oh, no! Sheâs got those twinkle in her eyes, her hands are joined, and sheâs acting all theatrical!
[Of course, the only free stuff is related to the celebration, and youâll have to pay for the battle the other day.
This is also because it costs a lot of money to consume the divine treasures, use and maintain the heavenly floating ship, and pay for labor. Putting the divine soldiers to work isnât free! Itâs NOT free!] Mitsuha
[......Of course, Iâm aware of that! I at least know that much!] Remia
Itâs was not that bad as I expected.
But itâs not personal, sheâs not afraid to get in the mud and play the bad guy for the sake of her country.
You can never be too careful with this one!
Fuhahahaha
[Thatâs why I need you to call a helicopter team......
Of course, no commission, no participation fee.] Mitsuha
[What, wait, WHAT?...] Captain
Yeah, I donât think he can understand it without an explanation.
[The princess said she had to hold an event to cover up the fact that she couldnât even get reparations as far as she was concerned, even though she was the victor......] Mitsuha
[............All right, I get it. Both losing too many battles and winning too many battles can be troublesome afterwards, everywhere.] Captain
As expected of the Captain, he seems to have the knowledge and experience to know what Iâm talking about.
After all, hardworking people are different......
[And since helicopters alone wonât look good, bring out some light armored vehicles and trucks. Take the troops who didnât participate in the battle with you......] Mitsuha
[What... Oh, I see... Canât do a parade with a helicopter after all...] Captain
Yeah, thatâs what Iâm saying.
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And scientists have a lot of theories about why this is, but almost all of them involve nutrition, namely the increase of dairy and meat.
In the last 50 years, global meat consumption has more than quadrupled, from 71 million tons to 310 million tons.
Something similar has been going on with milk and eggs.
In every society where incomes have risen, so has protein consumption.
And we know that globally, we are getting richer.
And as the middle class is on the rise, so is our global population, from 7 billion of us today to 9.7 billion by 2050, which means that by 2050, we are going to need at least 70 percent more protein than what is available to humankind today.
And the latest prediction of the UN puts that population number, by the end of this century, at 11 billion, which means that we are going to need a lot more protein.
This challenge is staggering -- so much so, that recently, a team at Anglia Ruskin Global Sustainability Institute suggested that if we don't change our global policies and food production systems, our societies might actually collapse in the next 30 years.
Currently, our ocean serves as the main source of animal protein.
Over 2.6 billion people depend on it every single day.
At the same time, our global fisheries are two-and-a-half times larger than what our oceans can sustainably support, meaning that humans take far more fish from the ocean than the oceans can naturally replace.
WWF recently published a report showing that just in the last 40 years, our global marine life has been slashed in half.
And another recent report suggests that of our largest predatory species, such as swordfish and bluefin tuna, over 90 percent has disappeared since the 1950s.
And there are a lot of great, sustainable fishing initiatives across the planet working towards better practices and better-managed fisheries.
But ultimately, all of these initiatives are working towards keeping current catch constant.
It's unlikely, even with the best-managed fisheries, that we are going to be able to take much more from the ocean than we do today.
We have to stop plundering our oceans the way we have.
We need to alleviate the pressure on it.
And we are at a point where if we push much harder for more produce, we might face total collapse.
Our current systems are not going to feed a growing global population.
So how do we fix this?
What's the world going to look like in just 35 short years when there's 2.7 billion more of us sharing the same resources?
We could all become vegan.
Sounds like a great idea, but it's not realistic and it's impossibly hard to mandate globally.
People are eating animal protein whether we like it or not.
And suppose we fail to change our ways and continue on the current path, failing to meet demands.
The World Health Organization recently reported that 800 million people are suffering from malnutrition and food shortage, which is due to that same growing, global population and the declining access to resources like water, energy and land.
It takes very little imagination to picture a world of global unrest, riots and further malnutrition.
People are hungry, and we are running dangerously low on natural resources.
For so, so many reasons, we need to change our global food production systems.
We must do better and there is a solution.
And that solution lies in aquaculture -- the farming of fish, plants like seaweed, shellfish and crustaceans.
As the great ocean hero Jacques Cousteau once said, "We must start using the ocean as farmers instead of hunters.
That's what civilization is all about -- farming instead of hunting."
Fish is the last food that we hunt.
And why is it that we keep hearing phrases like, "Life's too short for farmed fish," or, "Wild-caught, of course!"
over fish that we know virtually nothing about?
We don't know what it ate during its lifetime, and we don't know what pollution it encounters.
And if it was a large predatory species, it might have gone through the coast of Fukushima yesterday.
We don't know.
Very few people realize the traceability in fisheries never goes beyond the hunter that caught the wild animal.
But let's back up for a second and talk about why fish is the best food choice.
It's healthy, it prevents heart disease, it provides key amino acids and key fatty acids like Omega-3s, which is very different from almost any other type of meat.
And aside from being healthy, it's also a lot more exciting and diverse.
Think about it -- most animal farming is pretty monotonous.
Cow is cow, sheep is sheep, pig's pig, and poultry -- turkey, duck, chicken -- pretty much sums it up.
And then there's 500 species of fish being farmed currently.
not that Western supermarkets reflect that on their shelves, but that's beside that point.
And you can farm fish in a very healthy manner that's good for us, good for the planet and good for the fish.
I know I sound fish-obsessed -- Let me explain: My brilliant partner and wife, Amy Novograntz, and I got involved in aquaculture a couple of years ago.
We were inspired by Sylvia Earle, who won the TED Prize in 2009.
We actually met on Mission Blue I in the Galapagos.
Amy was there as the TED Prize Director; me, an entrepreneur from the Netherlands and concerned citizen, love to dive, passion for the oceans.
Mission Blue truly changed our lives.
We fell in love, got married and we came away really inspired, thinking we really want to do something about ocean conservation -- something that was meant to last, that could make a real difference and something that we could do together.
Little did we expect that that would lead us to fish farming.
But a few months after we got off the boat, we got to a meeting at Conservation International, where the Director General of WorldFish was talking about aquaculture, asking a room full of environmentalists to stop turning from it, realize what was going on and to really get involved because aquaculture has the potential to be just what our oceans and populations need.
We were stunned when we heard the stats that we didn't know more about this industry already and excited about the chance to help get it right.
And to talk about stats -- right now, the amount of fish consumed globally, wild catch and farmed combined, is twice the tonnage of the total amount of beef produced on planet earth last year.
Every single fishing vessel combined, small and large, across the globe, together produce about 65 million tons of wild-caught seafood for human consumption.
Aquaculture this year, for the first time in history, actually produces more than what we catch from the wild.
But now this: Demand is going to go up.
In the next 35 years, we are going to need an additional 85 million tons to meet demand, as what we catch globally out of our oceans.
An enormous number.
It's safe to assume that that's not going to come from the ocean.
It needs to come from farming.
And talk about farming -- for farming you need resources.
As a human needs to eat to grow and stay alive, so does an animal.
A cow needs to eat eight to nine pounds of feed and drink almost 8,000 liters of water to create just one pound of meat.
Experts agree that it's impossible to farm cows for every inhabitant on this planet.
We just don't have enough feed or water.
And we can't keep cutting down rain forests for it.
And fresh water -- planet earth has a very limited supply.
We need something more efficient to keep humankind alive on this planet.
And now let's compare that with fish farming.
You can farm one pound of fish with just one pound of feed, and depending on species, even less.
And why is that?
Well, that's because fish, first of all, float.
They don't need to stand around all day resisting gravity like we do.
And most fish are cold-blooded -- they don't need to heat themselves.
Fish chills.
And it needs very little water, but as we say, it swims in it but it hardly drinks it.
Fish are the most resource-efficient animal protein available to humankind, aside from insects.
How much we've learned since.
For example, on top of that 65 million tons that's annually caught for human consumption, there's an additional 30 million tons caught for animal feed, mostly sardines and anchovies for the aquaculture industry that's turned into fish meal and fish oil.
This is madness.
Sixty-five percent of these fisheries, globally, are badly managed.
Some of the worst issues of our time are connected to it.
It's destroying our oceans.
The worst slavery issues imaginable are connected to it.
Recently, an article came out of Stanford saying that if 50 percent of the world's aquaculture industry would stop using fish meal, our oceans would be saved.
Now think about that for a minute.
Now, we know that the oceans have far more problems -- they have pollution, there's acidification, coral reef destruction and so on.
But it underlines the impact of our fisheries, and it underlines how interconnected everything is.
Fisheries, aquaculture, deforestation, climate change, food security and so on.
In the search for alternatives, the industry, on a massive scale, has reverted to plant-based alternatives like soy, industrial chicken waste, blood meal from slaughterhouses and so on.
And we understand where these choices come from, but this is not the right approach.
It's not sustainable, it's not healthy.
Have you ever seen a chicken at the bottom of the ocean?
Of course not.
If you feed salmon soy with nothing else, it literally explodes.
Salmon is a carnivore, it has no way to digest soy.
Now, fish farming is by far the best animal farming available to humankind.
But it's had a really bad reputation.
There's been excessive use of chemicals, there's been virus and disease transfered to wild populations, ecosystem destruction and pollution, escaped fish breeding with wild populations, altering the overall genetic pool, and then of course, as just mentioned, the unsustainable feed ingredients.
How blessed were the days when we could just enjoy food that was on our plate, whatever it was.
Once you know, you know.
You can't go back.
It's not fun.
We really need a transparent food system that we can trust, that produces healthy food.
But the good news is that decades of development and research have led to a lot of new technologies and knowledge that allow us to do a lot better.
We can now farm fish without any of these issues.
I think of agriculture before the green revolution -- we are at aquaculture and the blue revolution.
New technologies means that we can now produce a feed that's perfectly natural, with a minimal footprint that consists of microbes, insects, seaweeds and micro-algae.
Healthy for the people, healthy for the fish, healthy for the planet.
Microbes, for example, can be a perfect alternative for high-grade fish meal -- at scale.
Insects are the -- well, first of all, the perfect recycling because they're grown on food waste; but second, think of fly-fishing, and you know how logical it actually is to use it as fish feed.
You don't need large tracts of land for it and you don't need to cut down rain forests for it.
And microbes and insects are actually net water producers.
This revolution is starting as we speak, it just needs scale.
We can now farm far more species than ever before in controlled, natural conditions, creating happy fish.
I imagine, for example, a closed system that's performing more efficiently than insect farming, where you can produce healthy, happy, delicious fish with little or no effluent, almost no energy and almost no water and a natural feed with a minimal footprint.
Or a system where you grow up to 10 species next to each other -- off of each other, mimicking nature.
You need very little feed, very little footprint.
I think of seaweed growing off the effluent of fish, for example.
There's great technologies popping up all over the globe.
From alternatives to battle disease so we don't need antibiotics and chemicals anymore, to automated feeders that feel when the fish are hungry, so we can save on feed and create less pollution.
Software systems that gather data across farms, so we can improve farm practices.
There's really cool stuff happening all over the globe.
And make no mistake -- all of these things are possible at a cost that's competitive to what a farmer spends today.
Tomorrow, there will be no excuse for anyone to not do the right thing.
So somebody needs to connect the dots and give these developments a big kick in the butt.
And that's what we've been working on the last couple of years, and that's what we need to be working on together -- rethinking everything from the ground up, with a holistic view across the value chain, connecting all these things across the globe, that are willing to share a collective vision.
Now is the time to create change in this industry and to push it into a sustainable direction.
This industry is still young, much of its growth is still ahead.
It's a big task, but not as far-fetched as you might think.
It's possible.
So we need to take pressure off the ocean.
We want to eat good and healthy.
And if we eat an animal, it needs to be one that had a happy and healthy life.
We need to have a meal that we can trust, live long lives.
And this is not just for people in San Francisco or Northern Europe -- this is for all of us.
Even in the poorest countries, it's not just about money.
People prefer something fresh and healthy that they can trust over something that comes from far away that they know nothing about.
We're all the same.
The day will come where people will realize -- no, demand -- farmed fish on their plate that's farmed well and that's farmed healthy -- and refuse anything less.
You can help speed this up.
Ask questions when you order seafood.
Where does my fish come from?
Who raised it, and what did it eat?
Information about where your fish comes from and how it was produced needs to be much more readily available.
And consumers need to put pressure on the aquaculture industry to do the right thing.
So every time you order, ask for detail and show that you really care about what you eat and what's been given to you.
And eventually, they will listen.
And all of us will benefit.
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Basically the homunculus is the visualization of a human being where each part of the body is proportional to the surface it takes in the brain.
So, of course, homunculus is definitely not a freak.
It's you. It's me.
It's our invisible reality.
This visualization could explain, for example, why newborns, or smokers, put, instinctively, their fingers in the mouth.
Unfortunately it doesn't explain why so many designers remain mainly interested in designing chairs.
So anyway, even if I do not understand science entirely, for my design I essentially refer to it.
I'm fascinated by its ability to deeply investigate the human being, its way of working, its way of feeling.
And it really helps me to understand how we see, how we hear, how we breathe, how our brain can inform or mislead us.
It's a great tool for me to understand what could be our real needs.
Marketing people have never been able to do that.
Marketing reduces things. Marketing simplifies.
Marketing creates user groups.
And scientists, amidst complexity, amidst fluctuation and uniqueness.
What could be our real needs?
Maybe the silence.
In our daily life we are continuously disturbed by And you know all those kind of sound puts us in a kind of stressful state, and prevent us from being quiet and focused.
So I wanted to create a kind of sound filter, able to preserve ourselves from noise pollution.
But I didn't want it to make it by isolating people, without any earmuffs or those kind of things.
Or neither with including complex technology.
I just wanted to, using the complexity and the technology of the brain, of the human brain.
So I worked with white noise.
dB is basically -- dB is the name of the product, basically a white noise diffuser.
This is white noise.
The white noise is the sum of all frequencies that are audible by the human being, brought to the same intensity.
And this noise is like a "shhhhhhhhhhhhh," like that.
And this noise is the most neutral.
It is the perfect sound for our ears and our brain.
So when you hear this sound you feel like a kind of shelter, preserved from noise pollution.
And when you hear the white noise, your brain is immediately focused on it.
And do not be disturbed any more by the other aggressive sound.
It seems to be magic.
But it is just physiology. It's just in your brain.
And in mine, I hope.
So in order to make this white noise a little bit active and reactive, I create a ball, a rolling ball where does aggressive sound come from, and roll, at home or at work, towards aggressive noise, and emits white noise in order to neutralize it.
It works.
You feel the effect of the white noise?
It's too in silence.
If you make some noise you can feel the effect.
So even if this object, even if this product includes some technology, it includes some speakers, it includes some microphones and some electronic devices, this object is not a very smart object.
And I don't want to make a very smart object.
I don't want to create a perfect object like a perfect robot.
I want to create an object like you and me.
So, definitely not perfect.
So imagine, for instance, you are at home.
A loving dispute with your girl or boyfriend.
You shout. You say, "Blah blah blah, Blah blah blah. Who is this guy?"
And dB will probably roll toward you.
And turning around you is "shhhhhhh," like that.
Definitely not perfect. So you would probably shut it, at this point.
Anyway, in this same kind of approach, I designed K.
K is a daylight receiver transmitter.
So this object is supposed to be displayed on your desk, or on your piano, where you are supposed to spend most of your time in the day.
And this object will be able to know exactly the quantity of light you receive during the day, and able to give you the quantity of light you need.
This object is completely covered by fiber opticals.
And the idea of those fiber opticals is to inform the object, for sure, but creates the idea of an eye sensibility of the object.
I want, by this design feel, when you see it, you see, instinctively, this object seems to be very sensitive, very reactive.
And this object knows, better than you and probably before you, what you really need.
You have to know that the lack of daylight problem of energy, or problem of libido.
So, a huge problem.
Most of the projects I work on -- I live in collaboration with scientists.
I'm just a designer. So I need them.
So there can be some biologists, psychiatrists, mathematicians, and so on.
And I submit them, my intuitions, my hypothesis, my first ideas.
And they react. They told me what is possible, what is impossible.
And together we improve the original concept.
And we build the project to the end.
And this kind of relationship between designer and scientist started when I was at school.
Indeed in my studies I was a guinea pig for a pharmaceutical industry.
And the irony for me was of course, I didn't do that for the sake of science progress.
I just do that to make money.
Anyway, this project, or this experience, make me start a new project on the design of medicine.
You have to know that today, roughly one or two every drug pills is not taken correctly.
So even if the active constituents in pharmaceuticals made constant progress in terms of chemistry, target of stability, the behavior of the patients goes more and more unstable.
So we took too many of them.
We took irregular dosage.
We do not follow instructions. And so on.
So I wanted to create a new kind of medicine, in order to create a new kind of relationship between the patient and the treatment.
So I turned traditional pills into this.
I'm going to give you some example.
This one is an antibiotic.
And its purpose is to help patient to go to the end of the treatment.
And the concept is to create a kind of onion, a kind of structure in layers.
So, you start with the darkest one.
And you are helped to visualize the duration of the treatment.
And you are helped to visualize the decrease of the infection.
So the first day, this is the big one.
And you have to peel and eat one layer a day.
And your antibiotic goes smaller and clearer.
And you're waiting for recovery as you were waiting for the Christmas day.
And you follow the treatment like that, to the end of the treatment.
And here you can get the white core.
And it means, right, you are in the recovery.
Thank you.
This one is a "third lung," a pharmaceutical device for long-term asthma treatment.
I designed it to help kids to follow the treatment.
So the idea of this one is to create a relationship between the patient of the treatment but a relationship of dependency.
But in this case it is not the medication that is dependent on the patient.
This is, the kids will feel the therapeutic object needs him.
So the idea is, all night long the elastic skin of the third lung will slowly inflate itself, including air and molecules, for sure.
And when the kids wake up, he can see the object needs him. And he take him to his mouth, and breathe the air it contains.
So by this way, the kid, to take care of himself, is to take care of this living object.
And he does not feel anymore it's relies on asthma treatment, as the asthma treatment needs him.
In this guise of living object approach, I like the idea of a kind of invisible design, as if the function of the object exists in a kind of invisible field just around the objects themselves.
We could talk about a kind of soul, of a ghost accompanying them.
And almost a kind of poltergeist effect.
So when a passive object like this one seems to be alive, because it is -- woosh -- starting to move.
And I remember an exhibition design I made for John Maeda, and for the Fondation Cartier in Paris.
And John Maeda was supposed to show several graphic animations in this exhibition.
And my idea for this exhibition design was to create a real pong game, like this one.
And the idea was to create some self-moving benches in the main exhibition room.
So the living benches would be exactly like the ball.
And John was so excited by this idea. He said to me, "Okay let's go."
I remember the day of the opening.
I was a little bit late.
When I bring the 10 living and self-moving benches in the exhibition room, John was just beside me, and was like, "Hmm. Hmm."
And he told me, after a long silence, "I wonder, Mathieu, if people won't be more fascinated by your benches than by my videos."
It would be a great honor, a great compliment for me, if he hadn't decided to take all them off two hours before the opening.
So, huge tragedy.
I guess you won't be surprised if I tell you that Pinocchio is one of my great influences.
Pinocchio is probably one of my best design products, my favorite one.
Because it is a kind of object with a conscience, able to be modified by its surroundings, and able to modify it as well.
The other great influence is the mine's canary.
In coal mines, this canary was supposed to be close to the miners.
And it was singing all day long. And when it stops it means that it just died.
So this canary was a living alarm, and a very efficient one.
A very natural technology, in order to say to the miners, "The air is too bad. You have to go. It's an emergency."
So it's, for me, a great product.
And I tried to design a kind of canary.
Andrea is one.
Andrea is a living air filter that absorbs toxic gasses from air, contaminated indoor air.
So it uses some plants to do this job, selected for their gas-filtering ability.
that indoor air pollution is more toxic than outdoor one.
So while I'm talking to you, the seats you are sitting on are currently emitting some invisible and odorless toxic gas. Sorry for that. So you are currently breathing formaldehyde.
It's the same for me with the carpet.
And this is exactly the same at home.
Because all the product we get constantly give away the volatile component of which they're made of.
So let's have a look at your home.
So your sofa, your plastic chair, your kid's toys give their own invisible reality. And this one is very toxic.
This is the reason why I created, with David Edward, a scientist of Harvard University, an object able to absorb the toxic elements using those kind of plants.
But the idea is to force the air to go in the effective part of the plants.
Because the roots of the plant are not very effective.
Bill Wolverton from NASA analyzed it cleverly in the '70s.
So the idea is to create an object able to force the air, and to be in contact at the right speed at the right place, in all the effective parts of the plant.
So this is the final object.
It will be launched next September.
This one is kind of the same approach because I include, in a product like Andrea, some plants.
And in this one, plants are used for the water filtration ability.
And it includes some fishes as well.
But here, unlike Andrea, here are supposed to be eaten.
Indeed, this object is a domestic farm, for fishes and green.
So the idea of this object is to be able to get at home very local food.
used to get food taken in a radius of 100 miles.
Local River is able to provide you food directly in your living room.
So the principle of this object is to create an ecosystem called aquaponics.
And the aquaponics is the dirty water of the fish, by a water pump, feeds the plants above.
And the plants will filter, by the roots, the dirty water of the fish.
After, it goes back into the fish tank.
After that you have two options.
Or you sit down in front of it like you would do in front your TV set.
Amazing channel.
Or you start fishing.
And you make some sushis with a fish and the aromatic plants above.
Because you can grow some potatoes.
No, not potatoes, but tomatoes, aromatic plants and so on.
So now we can breathe safely.
Now we can eat local food.
Now we can be treated by smart medicine.
Now we can be well-balanced in our biorhythm with daylight.
But it was important to create a perfect place, so I tried to, in order to work and create.
So I designed, for an American scientist based in Paris, a very stimulative, brain-stimulative office. I wanted to create a perfect place where you can work and play, and where your body and your brain can work together.
So, in this office, you do not work anymore at your desk, like a politician.
Your seat, your sleep and your play on a big geodesic island made of leather.
See, like this one?
In this office you do not work and write and draw on a sheet of paper, but you draw directly on a kind of huge whiteboard cave, like a prehistoric scientist.
So you, like that, can make some sport during your work.
In this office you do not need to go out in order to be in contact with nature.
You include, directly, the nature in the floor of the office.
You can see it there.
This is an inspiration image to lead this project of the office.
It really helped me to design it.
I never show it to my client. He would be so afraid.
Just for my workshop.
I guess it may be the revenge of the guinea pig I was.
But it's maybe the conviction as monkey and homunculus we are.
All of us need to be considered according to our real nature.
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We all know that ants and other insects at this size scale can do some pretty incredible things.
We've all seen a group of ants, or some version of that, carting off your potato chip at a picnic, for example.
But what are the real challenges of engineering these ants?
Well, first of all, how do we get the capabilities of an ant in a robot at the same size scale?
Well, first we need to figure out how to make them move when they're so small.
We need mechanisms like legs and efficient motors in order to support that locomotion, and we need the sensors, power and control in order to pull everything together in a semi-intelligent ant robot.
And finally, to make these things really functional, we want a lot of them working together in order to do bigger things.
So I'll start with mobility.
Insects move around amazingly well.
This video is from UC Berkeley.
It shows a cockroach moving over incredibly rough terrain without tipping over, and it's able to do this because its legs are a combination of rigid materials, which is what we traditionally use to make robots, and soft materials.
Jumping is another really interesting way to get around when you're very small.
So these insects store energy in a spring and release that really quickly to get the high power they need to jump out of water, for example.
So one of the big contributions from my lab has been to combine rigid and soft materials in very, very small mechanisms.
So this jumping mechanism is about four millimeters on a side, so really tiny.
The hard material here is silicon, and the soft material is silicone rubber.
And the basic idea is that we're going to compress this, store energy in the springs, and then release it to jump.
So there's no motors on board this right now, no power.
This is actuated with a method that we call in my lab "graduate student with tweezers." So what you'll see in the next video is this guy doing amazingly well for its jumps.
So this is Aaron, the graduate student in question, with the tweezers, and what you see is this four-millimeter-sized mechanism jumping almost 40 centimeters high.
That's almost 100 times its own length.
And it survives, bounces on the table, it's incredibly robust, and of course survives quite well until we lose it because it's very tiny.
Ultimately, though, we want to add motors to this too, and we have students in the lab working on millimeter-sized motors to eventually integrate onto small, autonomous robots.
But in order to look at mobility and locomotion at this size scale to start, we're cheating and using magnets.
So this shows what would eventually be part of a micro-robot leg, and you can see the silicone rubber joints and there's an embedded magnet that's being moved around by an external magnetic field.
So this leads to the robot that I showed you earlier.
The really interesting thing that this robot can help us figure out is how insects move at this scale.
We have a really good model for how everything from a cockroach up to an elephant moves.
We all move in this kind of bouncy way when we run.
But when I'm really small, the forces between my feet and the ground are going to affect my locomotion a lot more than my mass, which is what causes that bouncy motion.
So this guy doesn't work quite yet, but we do have slightly larger versions that do run around.
So this is about a centimeter cubed, a centimeter on a side, so very tiny, and we've gotten this to run about 10 body lengths per second, so 10 centimeters per second.
It's pretty quick for a little, small guy, and that's really only limited by our test setup.
But this gives you some idea of how it works right now.
We can also make 3D-printed versions of this that can climb over obstacles, a lot like the cockroach that you saw earlier.
But ultimately we want to add everything onboard the robot.
We want sensing, power, control, actuation all together, and not everything needs to be bio-inspired.
So this robot's about the size of a Tic Tac.
And in this case, instead of magnets or muscles to move this around, we use rockets.
So this is a micro-fabricated energetic material, and we can create tiny pixels of this, and we can put one of these pixels on the belly of this robot, and this robot, then, is going to jump when it senses an increase in light.
So the next video is one of my favorites.
So you have this 300-milligram robot jumping about eight centimeters in the air.
It's only four by four by seven millimeters in size.
And you'll see a big flash at the beginning when the energetic is set off, and the robot tumbling through the air.
So there was that big flash, and you can see the robot jumping up through the air.
So there's no tethers on this, no wires connecting to this.
Everything is onboard, and it jumped in response to the student just flicking on a desk lamp next to it.
So I think you can imagine all the cool things that we could do with robots that can run and crawl and jump and roll at this size scale.
Imagine the rubble that you get after a natural disaster like an earthquake.
Imagine these small robots running through that rubble to look for survivors.
Or imagine a lot of small robots running around a bridge in order to inspect it and make sure it's safe so you don't get collapses like this, which happened outside of Minneapolis in 2007.
Or just imagine what you could do if you had robots that could swim through your blood.
Right? "Fantastic Voyage," Isaac Asimov.
Or they could operate without having to cut you open in the first place.
if we have our tiny robots work the same way that termites do, and they build these incredible eight-meter-high mounds, effectively well ventilated apartment buildings for other termites in Africa and Australia.
So I think I've given you some of the possibilities of what we can do with these small robots.
And we've made some advances so far, but there's still a long way to go, and hopefully some of you can contribute to that destination.
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The possibility that the lost Abby, whom she happened to save in the royal capital, was being targeted for kidnapping had surfaced.
Abby and her parents were taken to the headquarters of the Patrol Corps to hear a more detailed story.
Both her mother and the soldiers who took care of the lost Abby believed her testimony that she had found her friend and strayed away.
Although she felt creeped out by the hair ornament seller, the girl dared to keep quiet because she didnât want her mother to be angry with her.
After the interview, she was chastised by her mother for not telling her something important, but in the end, she was tearfully hugged and told that she was glad Abby was safe.
In any case, with this, it would be possible to investigate the case as a kidnapping rather than just a disappearance.
The reason why Isaac was injured the other day was also revealed this time.
He had seen a suspicious, black-robed figure, and when he became wary and called out to him, a battle ensued.
The person was quite skilled and eventually got away, but if someone as skilled as a corps member was hiding in the city, there must be a good reason for it.
There was a consensus within the Patrol Corps that it might possibly lead to a kidnapping case.
Then came Abbyâs testimony. That was the final straw.
The assumption that the series of disappearances had been carried out by a kidnapping organization was suddenly becoming a reality.
âSheila, youâve done a great job. This proved that it was a kidnapping case, not a missing person case. Now we just need to find out whoâs behind it.â
With nothing left to hide, the students were finally told what had happened.
However, since they were only students, they werenât asked to cooperate with the investigation, but only to avert a crisis.
It was frustrating to be unable to do anything, but if the decision was made within the group, it had to be followed. Sheila was now an apprentice, and it wasnât her intention to aggravate the situation by disrupting the process.
While the corps members were busy with meetings and patrols, Sheila and her colleagues were going about their daily lives as usual.
On the day of training at the training ground, Isaac and Zola were busy, so Sheila and the others had to self-study.
While she was somewhat absent-minded and in a daze, a member of the corps who was on standby at the headquarters came to the training ground. It seemed that Sheila had a visitor who wanted to meet her.
âA visitor?â
When she tilted her head slightly, the corps member scratched his head and answered.
âHe was dressed a little differently. Like some kind of folk costume.â
When she heard the word âfolk costume,â the first thing that came to mind was the attire of the village of Denan. That would be quite out of place among the residents of the royal capital.
Perhaps someone from the village had come to see her. With this in mind, she called out to Cody to inform him, then headed for the visiting building.
The visiting building was a confidential building. Since the Patrol Corps was in close contact with the Imperial Knights, there were too many important documents to casually invite outsiders in.
Considering the risk of intrusion by unauthorized persons, a visiting wing was built at the entrance to the gate.
She went to the private room she was told to go to and opened the door.
Her gaze was drawn to the very nostalgic attire of the person standing by the window.
The cylindrical hat and ankle-length coat were made of the same white cloth, with red embroidery in a geometric pattern that stood out vividly. At the waist was a cord made of twisted hemp and a geometric-patterned sash. The pants were tight-fitting to follow the lines of the body, and the shoes were boots made of tanned animal skin. Without a doubt, that was the usual attire in Denan Village.
A tall figure slowly turned around.
âItâs been a while, Sheila. I missed you so much, I had to come over.â
âââBrother!â
It was definitely Felix, although his silver hair, which shimmered in the sunlight, was neatly hidden by his hat.
It had been a long time since she had seen him in his village attire, but once she got used to seeing him dressed as a nobleman, she could see that it didnât suit him very well.
When she ran over, she was gently flicked on the forehead.
âHey, I told you to call me by my name, didnât I?â
âAh, Iâm sorry.â
She was so taken by his nostalgic appearance that she ended up calling him in a familiar way.
âI was so lonely because your vacations have been irregular since you started your training, and you havenât come to see me because you were too busy.â
âAhaha, Iâm sorry. I havenât gotten used to the work of the corps yet, so I sleep like a baby on my days off.â
She could never tell him that she was working on her days off.
âWell, letâs take a good look at your cute face, shall we?â
When she looked away and smiled awkwardly, Felix lifted her chin. A superb beauty with a charming smile was in front of her. His gray eyes narrowed gently, and she always felt like she was being trapped by his eyes.
âFelix, why are you wearing the village attire?â
âItâs not the right time to be out in public yet. I thought it would be better to dress this way than to look strangely suspicious.â
A disguise, she supposed. Although he would certainly stand out if seen on the street, his beautiful face might be less impressive because of his disguise. That was probably why he was hiding his conspicuous silver hair.
Felix had been hiding his identity for a long time, but it seemed that there was still a need to do so.
âWill there ever come a day when we can be together proudly?â
When she looked straight at him and asked, he let his gaze wander out the window. He squinted at the summer sky and the dark green trees.
âWell.... I might be able to go see your brave figure at the technique competition in fall.â
âReally? Then I have to do my best to make Felix proud.â
When Sheila flashed a bright smile, Felix patted her head and chuckled. He muttered something irrelevant, âI still wish Sheila would grow her hair longer.â
â.... Though itâs true that I wanted to see your face, there was one more thing I was worried about, so I forced myself to come see you.â
Felix touched Sheilaâs cheek with a painful tinge in his gray eyes.
âI heard you found a witness to a child kidnapping case in the royal capital?â
âFelix, you know a lot.â
âInformation comes in from all sorts of places. Iâm sure Clauschezade already knows it and is probably getting nervous right now.â
Sheilaâs spine naturally straightened as she recalled her guardian who had urged her not to do anything reckless.
Felix reached out with his other hand and cupped Sheilaâs face in his large palm. Their faces moved even closer together. His gray eyes flashed sadly, and his silver lashes slowly drooped.
âSheila.... Iâm worried about you.â
When he hugged her softly, she could smell his familiar fragrance. A scent as clear as cool spring water. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, feeling nostalgic.
âI knew from the moment you chose to become a knight that you could be in danger. Even so, I still want to protect you from even the smallest of things.....â
Felixâs voice resounded directly in her body.
The desire to support her and keep her away from danger. Both were his true feelings, and his voice conveyed his emotions, wavering between conflicting desires. While she savored the warmth of his body through her clothes, he continued.
âI also heard that you happened to be at the scene of the attempted kidnapping of the child. Why was Sheila at the kidnapping scene?â
â.... It really was a coincidence. Until yesterday, I thought the child I helped was just a normal lost child.â
Even as she answered, Sheila was puzzled. She hadnât expected Felix to be that knowledgeable about the situation.
âOnly the corps members and the higher-ups were supposed to know I was involved..... Why does Felix know about this?â
Everyone in the Patrol Corps knew, of course. However, the fact that a student from the academy was involved was considered confidential. Even the Commander, Matt Keenan, was under strict orders not to talk about it. It was kind of scary that Felix knew so much about it.
Perhaps sensing Sheilaâs suspicion, Felix leaned away a little and smiled bewitchingly.
âWhy do you think that is? For example..... Am I connected to that organization?â
It was a dangerous question, but Sheila didnât hesitate to answer.
âFelix would never do that.â
His stiff beautiful face would surely appear ruthless to the onlooker. If he were to say it in a dismissive way, it might make her heart quiver.
But the love in his eyes made Sheila feel no fear whatsoever.
âBut if it were true, thenâââ
She yanked Felixâs arm away from her and looked at him with firm eyes.
âI will get Felix with my own hands, I promise.â
Felixâs eyes welled up at Sheilaâs determination.
His precious little sister had grown up so much. As an older brother, he felt a little lonely, but most of the time, he was moved by her.
âI love Sheila....â
âWaaa...!â
This time he pulled her in with such a strong force that Sheil was buried in his chest. She almost couldnât breathe with her brotherâs love for her.
âHow lucky I am to be loved so much. Iâm glad I met Sheila... You taught me how to be a better person. About family, comfort, trust, love... Everything.â
He grabbed her shoulder and lifted her face. She was met with a gaze that contained a painfully earnest light.
âSheila, you have to promise me. I believe in you, too. Thatâs why I will continue to support you in your dreams. ââIn exchange, no matter what difficulties you face, you have to come back safely.â
The words of the pledge immediately came to her mind. The declaration of Felix was as precious as the prayer of a devout believer.
âI promise. I will definitely return to the place where my loved ones are.â
Felixâs face softened in relief and he pulled away. At that time, him gently stroking her cheek was already a natural contact.
âOh yes, I almost forgot.â
Felix slowly took out a small bag from the lining of his outfit.
âI have a sweet gift for you. Theyâre called macaron, and it seems to be popular in the royal castle right now.â
What rolled out of the package was a round, cute, colorful pastry. Felix picked one up and offered it to her.
Sheila obediently ate the macaron that was brought to her mouth.
âHow cute is my little sister to eat something this big in one bite?â
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In one of the rooms provided to the summoned people within the Royal Palace of the Hairihi Kingdom, Yaegashi Shizuku watched over her best friend who was still asleep, with a gloomy mood. It has already been five days since that day where they experienced loss as well as a life or death struggle in the dungeon.
After that incident, the party stayed overnight at inn town Holward, before returning to the Kingdom in high speed horse carriages early next morning. It was simply impossible to continue live combat training in the dungeon with this kind of atmosphere. Though he was said to be incompetent, it was still the death of a heroâs compatriot after all, hence, it was necessary to report to the King and the Church. Besides, although it is harsh, it will be troublesome if they broke down in a place like this. It has been decided that the hero party needed to be cared for before any fatal impairment occurs.
Recalling the incident after returning to the kingdom, although Shizuku wished for Kaori to wake up soon, at the same time, she also felt that it was good for her to remain sleeping. When the news of Hajimeâs death was reported, although each and every one of the kingdomâs people was appalled, they also breathed a sigh of relief knowing that Hajime was that âincompetentâ. Even the King and Ishtar were the same. Such an incident of a death in the Dungeon within the hero party who possess powerful strength. It will be troublesome if unrest starts spreading of how they, who couldnât even survive the Dungeon, would be able to defeat Demons. The hero party, to be worthy of the name Godâs Apostles, must be invincible.
However, the King and Ishtar would have been considered sensible, whereas those who viewed Hajime unfavourably spoke ill of him. Naturally, they didnât state it publicly, but that was the feeling given off as the aristocrats gossiped sneakily in the shadows. âThank god the incompetent was the one to die, such a useless dead weight despite being a Godâs Apostle, of course he diedâ, speaking ill of him completely as they please. Towards such acts of insulting the dead, there were many times when Shizuku was on the verge succumbing to her anger and taking action.
In fact, it wasnât strange for Kouki, who had a strong sense of justice, to be the first to fly into rage and vehemently protested. The King and the Church judged that it would be unwise to leave a bad impression and hence punished those who had verbally abused Hajime...... On the contrary, the rumors of Kouki being a kind hero who was heartbroken over the death of an incompetent spread like wild fire. In the end, Koukiâs reputation rose while the assessment that Hajime was an incompetent who simply brought trouble to the heroes failed to overturn.
At that time, the one who saved them was unquestionably Hajime, single-handedly holding back the monster even the heroes couldnât stand against. To think that it was a stray bullet fired by someone among his classmates that drove him to his death.
It was almost as if the class has planned beforehand, but no one talked about the misfire that had happened. They should have been confident of their own magic, but at that time, with that countless magic raging like a tempest, thinking that âif by any chance, it was my magicâ, they just couldnât bring up the topic. That is, it would mean that they themself was the murderer.
In the end, as if escaping from reality, began to think that the cause was due to Hajimeâs own clumsiness. The dead canât speak. Rather than blindly searching for the culprit, everyone would not be so troubled if it was simply Hajime suffering the consequences of his own actions. The classmatesâ opinions were so consistent that they achieved a mutual understanding without even having any form of communication.
Commander Meld considered the need to question the students in order to clarify the details of that incident. However, with the students trying to escape from reality, it would be difficult for them to think of it as a simple misfire. Even if it was due to negligence, he was convinced that the psychological care for the students will clearly prove guilt and innocence. If this is left unanswered, it would become a problem to address later. More importantly, Meld himself wanted to clear it up. Unable to save Hajime who was uttering âhelpâ, Commander Meld was similarly heartbroken.
However, Commander Meldâs actions did not come to be. Ishtar has banned all investigations regarding the students. Commander Meld insisted, but couldnât resist as even the King forbidden it.
âIf you knew this...... will you be angry?â
Shizuku muttered while holding the hand of Kaori who hasnât awaken even once since that day. According to the doctorâs diagnosis, her body was completely fine, but her deep sleep was probably defensive measures to protect her mind from the psychological shock. Thus, as time passes, she would naturally awaken.
Grasping Kaoriâs hand, Shizuku prayed to no one in particular, âPlease donât hurt my kind-hearted best friend any more than thisâ
At this time, Kaoriâs tightly clutched hand twitched.
â...!? Kaori! Can you hear me?! Kaori!â
Shizuku desperately called out. Kaoriâs shut eyelids began to quiver. Shizuku appealed again. In response to that voice, Kaoriâs hand returned Shizukuâs grip. Kaori then slowly opened her eyes.
â...... Shizuku-chan?â
Leaning her body forward over the bed, tears dwelled in the corners of Shizukuâs eyes as she looked down at Kaori. Looking at her surroundings with eyes which has yet to clear, finally, her brain started up again and Kaori focused on Shizuku who was overlooking her and calling out her name.
âYeah, right. Itâs me. Kaori, howâs your body? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?â
âUh, yeah. Iâm fine. Though Iâm a little sluggish...... itâs probably due to sleep......â
âWell, sleeping for five days...... is tiring, I guessâ
Shizuku gave a strained laugh as she helped Kaori up, telling her how much she had slept. Kaoriâs reaction was
âFive days? So long...... why...... I, am sure I was in the Dungeon...... and......â
Seeing those eyes that were gradually losing focus, Shizuku thought that it was inopportune and tried to change topics. However, Kaori was faster, and recovered her memories.
âSo then...... Ah............................... Nagumo-kun?â
âTsu~...... that isâ
Shizuku revealed a bitter expression, troubled over how she should break the news. Shizukuâs appearance, coupled with her own memories, made her realize the reality of the tragedy. Yet, Kaori wasnât able to easily accept the truth.
â...... Itâs a lie, right? Shizuku-chan. After I fainted, Nagumo-kun was saved too, yeah? Isnât that right? Here, is a room in the castle? Everyoneâs back right? Is Nagumo-kun...... training? He should be at the training grounds? Nn...... Iâm going out for a little while to go thank Nagumo-kun...... so, let go of your hands? Shizuku-chan.â
Escaping from reality, Kaori spun word after word, wanting to go look for Hajime. Shizuku kept her grip on Kaoriâs arm. Shizuku had a sorrowful expression, but still stared resolutely at Kaori.
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âNo, stop it...... donât say anymore!â
âKaori! Heâs dead!â
âThatâs wrong! He didnât die! There is absolutely no such thing! Why are you saying such outrageous things! Even Shizuku-chan is not allowed to!â
Denying and shaking her head, Kaori struggled to escape from Shizukuâs restraint. Shizuku absolutely refused to separate and tightly hugged her, trying to warm Kaoriâs frozen heart.
âLet go! Let me go~! I have to go find Nagumo-kun! Please...... he must still be alive...... let me go~â
Before they knew it, Kaori was sobbing with her head buried in Shizukuâs chest while crying âLet goâ. Clinging in an embrace, she wailed her throat hoarse. Shizuku could do nothing but hug her best friend close, hoping that doing so would somewhat lessen the pain in her wounded heart.
How long were they in that position, the bright sky illuminated by the setting sun could be seen, dyeing it crimson. Kaori stirred from Shizukuâs arms while sniffing. Shizuku anxiously asked Kaori.
â...... Shizuku-chan...... Nagumo-kun...... fell...... and is no longer here......â
Like a whisper, Kaoriâs murmuring voice seemed like it might just disappear any time. Shizuku didnât beat around the bush. Glossing it over with sugary words and whispers might provide temporary relief. However, in the end, it will simply return an irreparable wound later. Above all, she didnât want to see her best friend hurt any further.
âThatâs right.â
âAt that time, Nagumo-kun was likely hit by one of our magic...... who was it?â
âI donât know. Nobody wants to touch on the things of that time. Itâs scary to think about it. Supposedly, what if it was me who......â
âWould you hate me?â
â....... I donât know. If I knew who...... I would definitely resent. But...... since I have no idea...... itâs probably better. Surely, I wouldnât be able to control my feelings......â
âSo......â
Kaori hung her head and intermittently conversed. Eventually, Kaori rubbed her eyes which had turned red and raised her face to look at Shizuku. Then, she resolutely declared.
âShizuku-chan, I, donât believe. Nagumo-kun is still alive. I donât believe heâs dead.â
âKaori, that is......â
Shizuku once again, had a pained expression at Kaoriâs words and wanted to persuade her. However, Kaori wrapped her hands around Shizukuâs cheeks and said with a smile.
âI know. Itâs strange to think that someone can be alive after that kind of fall....... Even so, itâs not confirmed. The chances might be less than one percent, but as long as itâs still not confirmed, itâs not zero....... I, want to believe.â
âI, will become even stronger. Strong enough to protect even if faced with this situation again, until I confirm with my own eyes. The thing about Nagumo-kun....... Shizuku-chan.â
âWhat is it?â
âPlease lend me your strength.â
â......â
Shizuku fixedly stared into Kaoriâs eyes which were gazing back. There was neither a shred of insanity nor escapism in those eyes, dwelling in it was simply the pure will of refusing to give up till sheâs convinced. Kaori is unyielding when she becomes like that. Even Kaoriâs family have troubles dealing with this stubborn person, let alone Shizuku.
Usually, the possibility that Kaori brought up could just be reduced to zero percent and discarded. Itâs perfectly normal to think of someone who believes that anyone could survive a fall into the abyss as escaping from reality. Perhaps most of the people including Ryutaro and childhood friend Kouki would try to rectify Kaoriâs thinking. Thatâs why......
âOf course I will. Iâll accompany you till youâre satisfied.â
âShizuku-chan!â
Kaori hugged Shizuku, âThank you!â and repeated her thanks. âThereâs no need for thanks, we are best friends right?â No matter how you looked, Shizuku was like a gentleman. Her title of modern-day Female Samurai wasnât just for show.
At that time, the room door suddenly opened.
âShizuku! Has Kaori...... awaken......â
âOh, how is...... Kaori......â
It was Kouki and Ryutaro who probably came to check on Kaori. Coming over in training clothes, they were dirty all over. Since that day, the two of them has been devoting their bodies into training, with Hajimeâs death weighing on their minds. After all, they hesitated to retreat and got the tables turned on them. The one who saved them from the verge of being instantly wiped out was Hajime. Not wanting to expose such a unsightly display ever again, they appeared to have gained considerable fighting spirit.
These two people, was now, stiffened at the roomâs entrance. A surprised Shizuku asked.
âYou guys, what......â
âSo-Sorry!â
âDid, Didnât mean to bother!â
Shizukuâs question was swallowed by the words before she could even finish. Giving off the feeling of seeing something they shouldnât have, they left the room in a panic. Seeing the two, Kaori also had a blank look. However, the sharp Shizuku realized the reason.
Kaori was currently sitting on Shizukuâs lap, and holding Shizukuâs cheeks in her hands, their faces close enough to be kissing any time soon. As for Shizuku, in order to support Kaori, had her arms around Kaoriâs slender waist and shoulder, appearing like in an embrace.
In other words, an intense Yuri scene was completed. If this was in a manga, the background will be filled with lilies in full bloom.
Shizuku let out a deep sigh. Sending a sidelong glance towards Kaori who still had a blank look and have yet to take in the situation, she shouted.
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Days after we went back to work, continued training, and getting my slightly weakened body back into shape, Ruti suddenly said that.
ãI mean, hasnât it been a long time since we decided to stay here? At this rate, we probably are still going to be staying here in the future, so I thought; with how things are going, wouldnât it be better if we just bought a house?ã
Now that she mentioned it, more than six months have passed since we came to the capital. The inn weâre currently staying at is relatively reasonable, so itâs not really a bad place but we only have one room after all and itâs not like we havenât had issues about how cramped the room is. If weâre going to continue staying here, then it might be best to consider buying a house.
ãHmm, since weâre already steady with our work in the café and the order, itâll still depend on the price but buying a house shouldnât be a problem.ã
ãThen letâs look at some properties on our next break. I wonder what weâll find? I canât wait.ã
A house, huh. Right now, weâre living in an inn and before that, I was renting an apartment, so I donât know whatâs the difference... Will we just not have to pay every month? Yeah, I really donât know......
Itâs hard to describe but having a house to call your own instead of needing to rent a place is a bit nice. More so if youâre not alone and have a partner to move in with.
ãBut in this world, where can we go buy properties and such? Do you know, Ruti?ã
ãIf I remember right, back at Mois, each fief lord had agencies under their direct control handling properties, but Iâm not sure if itâs the same in this country too...... Should we ask the leader or Nera-san about it?ã
ãWe should do that. We canât just go blindly look for it after all, so itâs probably better if we ask them first.ã
I immediately used telepathy to contact Nera-san, but I donât feel it connecting to her. Since telepathy can reach practically everywhere in the capital, except if youâre near the end of the city, I guess she left for a mission or something.
ãI canât reach her. Since we canât ask Nera-san, then maybe the leader...... But the leader is probably busy too...ã
For now, I tried contacting him through telepathy. I felt it connect but now that I think of it, I donât actually know if the leader can use telepathy. Nera-san said that sheâll have everybody trained to use it once we come back, but I wonder what happened with that?
ãOoh!? This feeling, Natsuki-kun, is it? Is there a problem?ã
ãAh, yes, itâs Natsuki. I know that itâs weird to ask after I just contacted you, but you can use telepathy now too, leader?ã
ãAhh, during your break, I actually asked Nera-kun to teach it to me. But itâs not just me, I also had the other veterans trained to use it.
Nonetheless, this is quite useful. We would still need to use magic communicators over extremely long distances but other than that, we can use this instead. And with enough training, it can be used to communicate with multiple people. Thank you for this, Natsuki-kun.ã
ãDonât mention it. By the way, thereâs something I want to ask about but are you free right now?ã
ãIâm only doing paperwork, so donât worry about it. If youâre nearby then how about we discuss here at the office? Itâll be better to discuss over some tea, donât you agree?ã
ãThanks. But it really wonât take too long, so maybe we should save the tea for next time. Anyway, I was wondering where to buy a house, so I wanted to ask about that.ã
ãA house? The union manages the properties on both the general and the noble district. What, are you planning on buying one?ã
ãYeah, weâre probably going to stay here in the future, so itâs probably about time, I guess.ã
ãI see. If you two have decided on settling down here, then thatâs a relief for me as well. I hope you find a great property.ã
After saying so, I stopped the telepathy. Still, the union, huh. I guess they really do everything.
And so, on our next break, following what the leader said, we went to the union. We were led to the reception window and were waiting for the next procedure, when a gentle-looking middle-aged man appeared.
ãThank you for waiting. I hear that you wish to purchase a house but do you two have anything you would like from the property?ã
ãNo, we havenât decided on anything yet, so we were thinking about just looking at some of them for now if we can.ã
ãI see. Natsuki-sama, Ruti-sama, it seems that both of you hold the peerage of knights, however, would you prefer properties from the general district or the noble district? As you may expect, it would be difficult to go over everything, so we would be grateful if you could decide on this at the very least. ã
Well thatâs true. If someone told you that they havenât decided on even a place or a budget, then you really canât recommend anything after all, yeah.
ãFor me, Iâm okay with either as long as itâs a somewhat quiet place but...... Do you have any request, Ruti?ã
ãHmmm, Iâm not really particular with the district as well. But other than that ...... Letâs see, maybe two floors or more and I donât mind if itâs small but Iâd like a courtyard, I suppose. Also, one with a kitchen and a living room thatâs larger than the other rooms would be nice. Ah, also we absolutely need a bathroom.ã
After saying that before, donât you actually have a lot of requests. But I agree with the bathroom. Even if we finally have our own home, itâd be meaningless if itâs more inconvenient than staying at the inn.
ãIf thatâs so, then it sounds like itâs going to be the noble district. While itâs not as though we canât find applicable properties in the general district, many of these houses have some issues with their location and room arrangements.
Just in case, would you like to observe the properties in the general district as well?ã
ãWhat do we do?ã
ãSince itâs not like weâre in a hurry, letâs take a look at those as well.ã
ãOk, got it. Then with that said, please show us around the general district too.ã
ãUnderstood. In that case, let us start with a nearby property here at general district.ã
ãHmm......ã
ãThis is actually quite difficult......ã
We were guided to a few houses but none of them really hit the mark.
Or rather, after seeing them in person, we end up thinking of more new things we want to have.
It wasnât really like this when I was looking for an apartment in the past though.
ãThatâs only natural. Buying a house is one of the most important events in your life. As one sees the properties, itâs common for them to become more prudent and add more requests.ã
It seems like even in this world, buying a house is a big thing. Well, it makes sense, since when we asked the prices of the properties we saw earlier, itâs definitely expensive. After all, they were amounts that we, even with our tons of savings, would hesitate to pay with a plop......
Huh? The both of us work two jobs, and both of them seemingly pay really well, but we still think that way, so then can other people even actually buy these?
Mustering some courage, I guess I should ask the guy in charge as naturally as possible? It looks like they have a loan-like system. He said that theyâll have the property on a mortgage and have it be paid monthly, itâs estimated to take about years to pay it off, so I guess itâs practically the same.
ãWe have generally gone through the properties we can recommend in this district, so let us head to the noble district next shall we?ã
, so this means that there werenât any houses in the general district that could fit our needs, huh. The houses in the noble district are probably a little more expensive, so I really wanted to find one in this district if possible but I guess it canât be helped......
We passed through the gate that we always used when going to the Order of Mages and entered the street where the noble districtâs residential area runs along. We donât usually go through here, so it has a strange refreshing feel to it.
ãThis place has wider roads and stuff compared to the general district, donât you think?ã
ãI imagine itâs because these roads were made with carriages passing through taken in account.ã
, I see. We usually just walk around so I completely forgot about it, but yeah, nobles use carriages after all.
ãThis area was redeveloped recently as well, so due to that the roads here may be wider. In addition to that, look, as you might observe, there is a botanical area as well.ã
Botanical area? Wondering what kind of place that was, I turned my eyes to where he was pointing at and there I saw a place filled with thick, dense rows of trees.
Looking closely, itâs not just trees planted around. There are paths and a spot that looks like a lawn-grown plaza. I see, they didnât just plant trees to add a green area but they made it into something like a park where people can stroll around and play. I guess whatâs different from the parks I know is that there arenât benches and playground equipment installed.
Even now, I can see little kids lively running around and playing in that botanical area.
...... Kids......
ã...... Arenât they adorable?ã
ã...... Yeah.ã
I think Ruti thought of the same thing too. Quietly looking at her in the corner of my eye, I feel like she seemed somewhat lonely. As I thought, Ruti wanted to have children too.......
Even though she said that she accepts me regardless, I know itâs still......
ãDonât make that face. Iâd be lying if I told you that I donât want children, but more than that...... more than anything, the fact that I want to be by your side is absolutely not a lie.ã
Ruti held my unknowingly clenched fist and brought it close to her, embracing it as she said so.
ãSorry...... No, thank you. Ruti, Iâll definitely make you happy.ã
ãFufu. Come on, letâs hurry up to the next property. The man guiding us is waiting, you know?ã
With a smile almost saying that this moment is happiness itself, Ruti starts walking, leading me by my hand.
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Demonkind tended to have powerful magic abilities. And they were rarely seen in these parts.
Most of them were also stronger than the average human.
Serulis asked him in a quiet voice.
âYo-youâre a demon, arenât you?â
I smiled and called out to him.
âThat was an impressive illusion.â
â...Tha-thank you.â
âI am Locke. And this is Serulis.â
â...My name is Luchila.â
So saying, he bowed his head.
A very polite boy.
âSo Luchila, what is it that you are trying to protect?â
He thought for a moment.
He was wondering if he should tell us.
âWell, it is fine if you really donât want to tell us.â
âUh, really?â
âReally?â
Luchila and Serulis said at the same time.
Perhaps they had similar personalities.
âIt wasnât exactly included in the quest completion requirements.â
âThat may be, but...â
Serulis was not satisfied with that.
I could understand how she felt. And I was honestly, quite curious myself.
However, I didnât like the idea of forcing someone to reveal something that they wanted to stay hidden.
Unless there was a good reason for it.
âBut the human villagers are frightened. They believe that a fearsome monster is here. I am sure that you know why.â
âCan you not do something about that?â
The villagers were afraid because of his illusions.
If Luchila would only stop casting them, then the root of their fears would vanish.
And the quest would be complete.
â...That wonât be easy.â
âWonât be easy?â
âHe said it wonât be easy. What should we do?â
I ignored Serulis and said to Luchila,
âI know that you are protecting something with your illusions. Can you not move it to someplace else?â
â...Move it...â
âWe could help you do it. We could even find a new location for you.â
Even if it required money, that could still be arranged.
If I had my money returned to me from the countryâs treasury, it would be a large amount.
Eric would return it immediately if I asked for it.
âWe are not here to expose you by force. However, we will fail the quest if we leave it like this. Do you understand?â
âYes. I understand.â
âAnd well, I donât even mind that...â
âWhat? You donât mind!?â
Serulis said in bewilderment.
She was now yanking on my sleeve.
âWa-wait a minute, Mister Locke. Failing this quest would be terrible for me.â
âYou shouldnât worry too much over a little failure.â
âBut I will worry... Failing my first quest... What will daddy say...â
âGoran wonât say anything. And you canât be demoted if youâre F Rank.â
It went without saying, but Goran knew a lot about being an Adventurer.
He wasnât going to say anything just because she failed once or twice.
However, once you were above E Rank, having a completion rate lower than % would make a demotion quite likely.
But that didnât happen to F Rank Adventurers, so failing was not a problem.
âHow can you say that? ...This is terrible. I want to raise my rank quickly so I can catch up with daddy.â
It was true that avoiding failure was best if you wanted to go up.
âSerulis, could you be quiet for a second.â
â...yes.â
Surprisingly, she became quiet.
And then I turned back to Luchila.
âI donât really mind if this quest ends in failure.â
â!â
Serulis flinched, but I ignored her.
âHowever, if we do, then they will only send another Adventurer here. Do you understand?â
âMaybe the next Adventurer will be a much more forceful type. Maybe the next one will decide to kill you and get it over with.â
âYes.â
âThat wonât serve anyone. And so I want to avoid that.â
Luchila thought about it with a serious expression.
I waited silently. Serulis started to yank on my sleeve again but I paid her no mind.
After a while, Luchila seemed to have decided, and he opened his mouth.
âI understand. I will show you, Mister Locke.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes. And I donât mind if you pick up your discarded sword either.â
âThank you. It is very valuable to me.â
I picked up the sword, and then Luchila said,
âNow then, Mister Locke, Miss Serulis. Please follow me.â
Luchila went inside of the dense forest. It seemed like he was going into the mountains.
As we walked, I asked him,
âWhy did you decide to show us?â
âI thought that my illusions were not working on you, Mister Locke.â
âNo, I wouldnât say that. I did see the dragon.â
âNo, it did not work. You did not fight it as if it were a real dragon.â
âWell, I did know that it was an illusion.â
By fighting it like a real dragon, he meant like what Serulis had been doing.
Dodge its claws and tail and cut into it with your sword. That way of fighting.
I knew that it was an illusion, so I decided to destroy the magic core.
Thatâs what he meant, I suppose.
âI realized that you were much stronger than me, Mister Locke. And wouldnât it have been easier for you to find out by force, rather than try to persuade me?â
âWell, thatâs not wrong.â
âAnd so I decided to trust you.â
âI see. Thank you.â
However, Serulis was yanking on my sleeve again.
âBut, what does this mean?â
âUhhh...Iâll tell you later.â
Serulis did not seem to get it. But it would be embarrassing to lay it out here.
Using force would have been easier, but I used persuasion.
And so Luchila had decided that I would not immediately resort to force upon witnessing what the secret was.
Something like that.
After walking up the mountain road for some time, Luchila stopped.
âWe arrived.â
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After exiting the commercial area, I felt a sense of unease in the atmosphere. Although it was still bustling with people, it had a different energy than the lively marketplace. There was an undercurrent of turbulence, and I occasionally saw individuals wearing armor and carrying weapons, unlike the ordinary pedestrians in simple clothing. Along the way, I passed a tavern filled with men drinking, even though it was still daytime.
ãSo the organization Ain was talking about before, was the Hunterâs Guild, right?ã
ãThatâs right. I wasnât exactly sure what it would be called, but anyways, I assumed that there would likely be an organization that would make a livelihood out of defeating monsters.ã
ãIs that because there was one in your hometown?ã
ãThere wasnât, actually. However, it seems wasteful to let physically healthy but problematic people roam idly. I thought an organization that would gather and lead people like them might exist in towns of a certain scale, and that the organization itself would probably be large in scale, as well. Most of all, I believe that they might even accept unidentifiable people.ã
I came up with a somewhat believable explanation, but the real answer is that itâs just a common trope in fictional media. the truth is that the concept of organizations like the Hunterâs Guild is a common trope in fictional media. Having seen it portrayed in various stories, I assumed that there might be something similar in this world.
Thatâs also the reason why I introduced myself as Cielmer, because I thought a name would be needed to register as a Hunter. Although Iâm currently the one mainly active in this town, I plan on shifting the focus to Ciel in the future. It would be inconvenient if the registered name is Ainsel at that time.
Even though my belief was based on fictional information, I thought that guilds like the Hunterâs Guild could exist beyond national borders. Hence, any misinformation that I provided during the registration process could create complications for us if we traveled to another country.
ãAfter going to the guild, what will we be doing today?ã
ãCome to think of it, I donât think we talked about it yet. Depending on what time we leave the guild, if we still have some spare time after finding an inn, how about we go and get you some new clothes? Since it seems like we donât need to hide your hair, why not take the opportunity to make you look even better?ã
ãI donât really mind staying like this, you know?ã
ãAbsolutely not.ã
Since Ciel will be wearing the outfit, I will have to wear it as well. However, given that I look so different from how I usually do, it feels like Iâm playing with a dress-up doll or creating an avatar in a game. I can now understand those who obsess over roleplaying and choose their equipment based on appearance rather than practicality in online games.
Anyways, Iâm really worried about the fact that in our life so far, Ciel hasnât shown any interest in fashion. I wasnât really the type to think about being fashionable too, but it might be for the best to be conscious about how Ciel looks if possible. Since Ciel is pretty to begin with, it would be a waste to leave it be. But now that I think about it, maybe I also need to not only think about her clothes, but also on how to tend to her skin and style her hair as well.
As expected, Iâm actually reluctant on going that far; but if I donât do it, Ciel would likely be lazy about it too. Most of all, since Iâm the one actively moving for a while, itâs probably part of the things that I should do something about.
... While I was deeply contemplating, Ciel asked ãWhat were you thinking about now?ã
ãI was pondering a bit about myself.ã
ãSo did you perhaps learn something?ã
ãFor now, I concluded that itâs a problem for the next time. Since it seems like weâve just arrived at our destination.ã
After seeing the end of the road and stopping right before a building, I forcibly end our conversation. Out of all the buildings Iâve seen in this town, which were usually about the size of one or two-storey buildings, this three-storey building is considerably big, so Iâm sure that this is the place. In addition, thereâs a gate leading to the outside next to it. So it seems that people can drop by the guild after coming back from the outside.
I imagined it to look like an extension of a tavern, but it actually has the exterior of a somewhat stylish shop.
Opening the central door, I see a counter in the front, a simple lounge-like area with tables and chairs furnished on both sides of the counter, and people that do indeed look like how a hunter would be having a discussion about something. Since it looks like theyâre not selling any alcohol, it seems that itâs not annexed to a tavern.
Seeing that it doesnât look as spacious as it seems from the outside, this probably means that thereâs just that much work done behind the scenes.
As I opened the door and entered inside, there were some people stealing a glance at me but seemingly losing interest, they immediately went back to their conversation.
I somewhat expected to receive an ãOi missy, this ainât a place fer little missies like youã kind of thing, but it looks like thatâs not happening. But the part where the receptionist is a young lady seems to be the same as it is in the stories. Iâd probably still think of the same thing even if the receptionist was an old man or lady, though.
Well, being unbothered is for the best, but a problem occurred as I reached the counter. Itâs extremely tall. It reaches up until my neck. Because of that, the reception lady ended up looking at me with a warm gaze. Also, due to our height gap, her moderately large things are right in front of my eyes.
To see the face, I need to point my head up but itâs a bit painful.
ãHow may I help you today?ã
, could you please read this?ã
If I just told her that I want to be a Hunter, she probably wonât take me seriously, so I hand the receptionist the letter of introduction that Mister Gatekeeper wrote for us.
ãThen, if I may.ã After politely replying to me, she received the letter and, with a surprised look, repeatedly looked at the letter then back at me.
ãPlease wait for a moment.ã Excusing herself, she went inside the place behind the counter. If Iâm correct, it should be written there that it guarantees that Iâm years old and am capable of defeating monsters, but maybe thereâs a problem?
ãOr is it because of how we look?ã
ãWell, everyone is taller than us. I havenât seen anybody shorter than me, after all. Can we safely become a Hunter, I wonder? Will we perhaps be mistaken of being a child?ã
ãI believe that itâs fine. If not, then lets at least find a place to sell the magic stones.ã
ãUnderstood.ã
Ciel ended our conversation, I assume itâs because she noticed the receptionist coming back. The receptionist, probably because she was rushing, is breathing a bit fast.
ãThank you for waiting. We are currently validating the letter, so would like to hear an explanation about Hunters?ã
ãYes, please.ã
ãThe Hunterâs Guild was originally an organization that aimed to defend towns or villages by defeating monsters nearby. As the hunters constantly left the town, gradually, people who couldnât leave the town freely, such as the townâs inhabitants, nobles, and the town itself began to send out requests, and thatâs the present condition of the Hunterâs Guild.ã
ãSo do Hunters only need to do requests?ã
ãThat would be the gist of it. By completing requests, they receive money from the client through the guild. Except for particularly special cases, Hunters donât usually meet with the clients. After that, Hunters are Ranked from G to S, and the requests they can accept are dependent on their Rank. When starting out, you can earn a uniform reward of copper coin from G-Rank requests and these are only to be completed inside the town. The higher the rank, the greater the reward will be, but the difficulty of completion rises as well. The requests you can generally accept are those of the same rank and those of one rank below you, so please keep this in mind. In the event that the request canât be completed or canceled, there will be a need to pay for the cited compensation.ã
ãWhen you get a bigger Rank, is there any benefit I get?ã
ãFirst of all, being an F Rank allows you to freely exit the town. The Hunter Card made during the registration will act as an entry pass limited to this town, so you wonât be required to pay for the toll fee. From E Rank, you will be allowed to accept requests for monster subjugation. From D Rank, your Hunter Card will act as an entry pass limited only to this country, so you can move much more freely. Reaching D Rank generally guarantees your social status as well. Moreover, when reaching B Rank and above, you will be allowed to go to the Guild Headquarters. That means you can freely travel between countries.ã
So that means, our current goal for now is to become a B Rank Hunter.
It doesnât seem like we can immediately get out of the country after registering as a Hunter. There might be other ways out but, from how she was speaking, it seems to be difficult for the general public to leave the country. At the same time, Iâm now sure that the Hunterâs Guild is an organization that bypasses countries. Iâm really thankful that the effort we put in here will have a direct effect on other countries.
ãTo raise your Rank as a Hunter, you will need to have enough achievements recognized and pass the examination. First, you should probably start from regularly completing requests. The examinations are usually formal matches. After all, working as a Hunter requires strength.ã
ãSo, canât I start from E or D Rank right away?ã
ãIf youâre deemed strong enough, then itâs possible to start from E Rank. After that, however, to become D Rank you will need to be tested if you are competent enough to be a Hunter. Concerning that, the Hunterâs Guild periodically offers training courses, so please try participating in them. If you join all the courses, then you could be deemed acceptable in as short as a few months. Furthermore, in cases when your Rank doesnât match up with your strength or when you leave a particularly great achievement, your Rank might also be raised as an exception.ã
ãYes. People that are on a rush to rise in Ranks and lost their life accepting requests beyond their level are common to see.ã
Hearing her frankly saying this really paints a picture of how easy it is to lose your life in this world. If you stepped into the forest for a bit and encounter that one-eyed giant, youâd usually just die. Even without that, several of those green midgets would often be dangerous enough.
ãIâll continue the explanation, okay? Among the requests, there are common requests put up by the guild that are available at all times. This is because the guild buys out the materials from monsters that are usable for weapons and magic stones that are said to be created from monsters. These ones have no required Rank. Concerning the request, I believe that there will be a much more detailed explanation when you accept them.ã
Right after explaining things that are generally asked about, a man whispers something into the receptionistâs ear. Then after nodding a few times, she once again looks at me.
ãIt seems that the letter has been validated while we were talking. So after giving a brief explanation of the bylaws, I would like to ask a few questions. Alright?ã
Among what she said after, the main points of it would be:
ã»Disputes between Hunters are forbidden. If it canât be avoided, then formal battles will be allowed.
ã»Damaging towns or villages are also forbidden.
ã»Forcibly asking for an individualâs Job and recklessly spreading it around is forbidden.
ã»Falsifying your Hunter Card and Rank is forbidden.
ã»In times of emergencies, you will be called for an obligatory gathering but unless there are special reasons, refusing is forbidden.
ã»In cases where you have violated these forbidden clauses, you may at worst lose the qualification to be a Hunter and be forbidden to reenter then on.
ã»You will be free to act as you like, but if your extended lack of activity is unauthorized, your Rank may be decreased.
ã»There are separate Party Ranks and Individual Ranks and if the strength of a party with individuals of the same Rank is deemed acceptable, they will be allowed to accept requests one Rank higher than their individual Rank.
ã»A change of party can be done in any local guild.
To sum it all up. There are actually more rules and details, but these are probably the only ones we need to pay attention to. It was surprising that there was a forbidden clause concerning Jobs, but it seems that Hunters donât consider Job discrimination as a good thing. Maybe they just donât care as long as youâre strong.
ãNow then, for the creation of your Hunter Card, we will be filling in the needed information through inquiry but, can you write?ã
ãThen, please...ã
The receptionist was about to hand us a sheet of paper but then, she stopped.
. The counter is so tall that I canât see anything. I can read, I can write, but I didnât think that we wouldnât be tall enough. ãThen may I read out the forms and fill it in instead?ã Since she was being considerate of me, I gladly accept her proposal.
ãFirst, may I have your name and age?ã
ãCielmer, years old.ã
ãThen, if possible, Iâd like to ask for your Job, otherwise what you are good at.ã
ãI can use sorcery.ã
ãUnderstood. Then how about I introduce you to a party?ã
ãI plan to act alone.ã
After frankly telling her that I wanted to go solo, the receptionist looked at me worryingly before saying ãThatâs all.ã and passing me the paper. She probably wants me to check if she miswrote something.
ãI do think that weâre sort of in a party, donât you think?ã
ãThatâs true. But they likely wonât recognize it. And even if they do, I think that itâs better that we donât do it.ã
ãWe do need to keep Ainâs existence hidden as much as possible, after all.ã
While having that exchange with Ciel, I confirmed that there were no mistakes and returned the paper.
ãThen from now on, Cielmer is now a Hunter. Lastly, would you like to take the exam so you can start from E Rank?ã
ãIs it okay to think for a bit?ã
ãOf course itâs fine, but if you do want to take the exam, please present something that would indicate that you have the strength. The examiners donât have much spare time as well, so please understand.ã
There were probably a lot of newbies that took the exam but completely lacked in strength. From the receptionistâs words, I can somewhat feel that sheâs fed up with it. Anyway, since we were given some time, I decided to discuss with Ciel. Though, rather than a discussion, itâs actually more of a confirmation. Also, I sense a person acting fishy from my detection.
ãWhat do you think?ã
ãYou already planned on taking it, right? When you asked me if I can fight, wasnât it because you already expected this to happen?ã
ãWell, itâs a bit different but... It seems like what I was expecting is going to happen as well.ã
ãNo matter what, we need to reach B Rank as fast as we can. Ain, do you perhaps think that itâs not going to go well?ã
ãI just think that itâs going to be a bit bothersome.ã
ãSo then thereâs no need to worry about it. Itâs also a chance to get rid of
Hearing Cielâs actual motive, I told the receptionist ãIâll take the exam.ã and placed the magic stone we got when we beat the spider on top of the counter.
ãIs this enough for a proof of strength?ã
ã...Pardon my rudeness, but is this something you obtained yourself?ã
ãOf cou...ã
ãMan, to think that this little girl here actually picked it up.ã
As I was about to answer the receptionist, sure enough one of the Hunters that was looking at us cut in with a crude tone. At the very least I expected something like [Itâs impossible for ya to be a hunter. Iâm gonna teach ya with my strength!] but a much more greedy one came instead.
Since the receptionist is wearing a frown as well, heâs probably not a well-liked hunter. Still, rather than a girl that just became years old defeating a monster, itâs more believable that a notorious but actively servicing Hunter beat the monster.
I was wondering what kind of person came to pick a fight, but as I turned and looked up to where the voice came from, I saw the picturesque look of an evil-faced skinhead man wearing a vulgar smile. He doesnât seem to be that strong and it also doesnât seem like we need to hold back on him. I assume that itâs because of how Ciel looks, but the skinhead confidently continued the conversation.
ãYou just became a Hunter, right? Thereâs a penalty for stealing other peopleâs spoils, you know? But if you give it back now, I wonât make this a problem. What do you say? If you donât give it back, then thereâs no choice but to fight, you know? Because we couldnât solve it with a discussion, after all.ã
ãThen letâs make that battle the examination, shall we?ã
I donât really think that weâll lose even if we battle, but the receptionistâs eyes are telling me not to do it. So as I was thinking about what I should do, the voice of a young lady echoed in my ears. | {
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I listened and thought to myself, "What are these rating agencies, and why is everybody so upset about their work?"
Well, if you were sitting next to me in the car that day and would have told me that I would devote the next years to trying to reform them, obviously I would have called you crazy.
But guess what's really crazy: the way these rating agencies are run.
And I would like to explain to you not only why it's time to change this, but also how we can do it.
about what rating agencies really do.
As you would read a car magazine before purchasing a new car or taking a look at a product review before deciding which kind of tablet or phone to get, investors are reading ratings before they decide in which kind of product they are investing their money.
A rating can range from a so-called AAA, which means it's a top-performing product, and it can go down to the level of the so-called BBB-, which means it's a fairly risky investment.
Rating agencies are rating companies.
They are rating banks.
They are rating even financial products like the infamous mortgage-backed securities.
But they can also rate countries, and these ratings are called sovereign ratings, and I would like to focus in particular on these sovereign ratings.
And I can tell, as you're listening to me right now, you're thinking, so why should I really care about this, right?
Be honest.
Well, ratings affect you.
They affect all of us.
If a rating agency rates a country, it basically assesses and evaluates a country's debt and the ability and willingness of a country to repay its debt.
So if a country gets downgraded by a rating agency, the country has to pay more in order to borrow money on the international markets.
So it affects you as a citizen and as a taxpayer, because you and your fellow countrymen have to pony up more in order to borrow.
But what if a country can't afford to pay more because it's maybe too expensive?
for other services, like roads, schools, healthcare.
And this is the reason why you should care, because sovereign ratings affect everyone.
And that is the reason why I believe they should be defined as public goods.
They should be transparent, accessible, and available to everyone at no cost.
But here's the situation: the rating agency market is dominated by three players and three players only -- Standard & Poor's, Moody's, and Fitch -- and we know whenever there is a market concentration, there is really no competition.
There is no incentive to improve the quality of your product.
And let's face it, the credit rating agencies have contributed, putting the global economy on the brink, and yet they have to change the way they operate.
The second point, would you really buy a car just based on the advice of the dealer?
Obviously not, right? That would be irresponsible.
But that's actually what's going on in the rating agency sector every single day.
The customers of these rating agencies, like countries or companies, they are paying for their own ratings, and obviously this is creating a conflict of interest.
The third point is, the rating agencies are not really telling us how they are coming up with their ratings, but in this day and age, you can't even sell a candy bar without listing everything that's inside.
But for ratings, a crucial element of our economy, we really do not know what all the different ingredients are.
We are allowing the rating agencies to be intransparent about their work, and we need to change this.
I think there is no doubt that the sector needs a complete overhaul, not just a trimming at the margins.
I think it's time for a bold move.
I think it's time to upgrade the system.
And this is why we at the Bertelsmann Foundation have invested a lot of time and effort thinking about an alternative for the sector.
And we have developed the first model for a nonprofit rating agency for sovereign risk, and we call it by its acronym, INCRA.
INCRA would make a difference to the current system by adding another nonprofit player to the mix.
It would be based on a nonprofit model that would be based on a sustainable endowment.
The endowment would create income that would allow us to run the operation, to run the rating agency, and it would also allow us to make our ratings publicly available.
But this is not enough to make a difference, right?
INCRA would also be based on a very, very clear governance structure that would avoid any conflict of interest, and it would include many stakeholders from society.
INCRA would not only be a European or an American rating agency, it would be a truly international one, in which, in particular, the emerging economies would have an equal interest, voice and representation.
The second big difference that INCRA would make is that would it base its sovereign risk assessment on a broader set of indicators.
Think about it that way.
If we conduct a sovereign rating, we basically take a look at the economic soil of a country, its macroeconomic fundamentals.
But we also have to ask the question, who is cultivating the economic soil of a country, right?
Well, a country has many gardeners, and one of them is the government, so we have to ask the question, how is a country governed?
How is it managed?
And this is the reason why we have developed what we call forward-looking indicators.
These are indicators that give you a much better read about the socioeconomic development of a country.
I hope you would agree it's important for you to know if your government is willing to invest in renewable energy and education.
It's important for you to know if the government of your country is able to manage a crisis, if the government is finally able to implement the reforms that it's promised.
For example, if INCRA would rate South Africa right now, of course we would take a very, very close look at the youth unemployment of the country, the highest in the world.
If over 70 percent of a country's population under the age of 35 is unemployed, of course this has a huge impact on the economy today and even more so in the future.
Well, our friends at Moody's, Standard & Poor's, and Fitch will tell us we would take this into account as well.
But guess what? We do not know exactly how they will take this into account.
And this leads me to the third big difference that INCRA would make.
INCRA would not only release its ratings but it would also release its indicators and methodology.
So in contrast to the current system, INCRA would be fully transparent.
So in a nutshell, INCRA would offer an alternative to the current system of the big three rating agencies by adding a new, nonprofit player to the mix that would increase the competition, it would increase the transparency of the sector, and it would also increase the quality.
I can tell that sovereign ratings of this very complex global financial world, but I tell you it's a very important one, and a very important one to fix, because sovereign ratings affect all of us, as public goods.
And this is why we are testing our model right now, and why we are trying to find out if it can bring together a group of able and willing actors to bring INCRA to life.
I truly believe building up INCRA is in everyone's interest, and that we have the unique opportunity right now to turn INCRA into a cornerstone of a new, more inclusive financial system.
Because for way too long, we have left the big financial players on their own.
It's time to give them some company.
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âNn. Aaa...n... Mmn. Itâs good. As expected, the best thing to eat while using a kotatsu is stew.â
âAaa...n... Mmn. Anyway, Shia, your cooking skills are improving every day, you will make a great wife.â
âJe-Jeez, Hajime-san! Such a thing! To say that Iâm extremely cute, and on top of that, I would make a lovely wife from whom you wouldnât want to be away for even a moment! Youâre making me blush-!â
âNn? Isnât that obvious? You will become the best wife in the world.â
âNn... I will also do my best to learn how to cook.â
âFufufu, Yue-san, letâs study together and make Hajimeâs favorite dishes.â
While âAaa...nâ feeding Hajime, Yue and Shia, who were sitting on both sides of Hajime, were having a conversation from which no one could imagine they were inside one of the worldâs great labyrinths.
There was stew on top of the kotatsu. That was seafood stew prepared by Shia, the smell of which tickled every nose in the vicinity. The ingredients had been acquired at the maritime town Erisen, frozen and stored inside the treasure warehouse.
Shia, with splendid knife-handling skills, had prepared the seafood along with various vegetables and seasoned the whole mix exquisitely. The sauce which looked like Ponzu (TL: citrus-based sauce, source wiki) was also neatly done and truly wonderful. Because her housework was also perfect, Hajimeâs praise of Shia being a great wife was no overstatement.
Nevertheless, Shia was over interpreting. Hajime who had become tolerant towards Shiaâs attitude didnât particularly mind nor snap her out of it.
Then, as Yue was lightly tugging at his sleeve while asking âWill I become a good wife?â with the expression of a lover, Hajime could of course not disagree, especially when she wore a gentle smile and displayed such a willingness to train hard to learn homemaking.
âNe, Nee, Hajime-kun? What about me? Housework and cooking are also two of my strong points you know? Iâll make plenty of delicious dishes for my husband and properly welcome him every day, you know?â
âGoshujin-sama, Mistress also thinks she will become a good wife, you know? As you know, Mistress is a âdevoted wifeâ. She guarantees she will make Goshujin-sama feel satisfied every day! Right? So, please also give this mistress some words of praise.â
Hajime, Yue and Shiaâs pink space was interrupted by Kaori and Tioâs impatience. Clinging to Hajime from behind, they were begging with a sweet tone for the same words he said to Yue and Shia.
â... Maa, since originally Kaori was always monopolizing the first place of the âI want to date herâ and âI want to marry herâ category rankings at school, isnât she already a charming wife?â
âMouu! Not that. Iâm not asking about the general opinion, but Hajime-sanâs!â
â... Kaori. Why are you hurting yourself?â
âYu-Yue!? What do you mean!?â
â... Youâve already come to understand. Youâre still five, no, six years too soon.â
âConcrete numbers, huh! Uu, the path might be rugged, but I wonât lose!â
Yue answered in place of the evasive Hajime. With teary eyes, Kaori clenched her fists and renewed her determination. In truth, seeing how Kaori was not discouraged, Hajimeâs heart softened, but he kept it secret for now.
âUmm, Goshujin-sama?â
Tio, with tearful eyes, was pressing for an answer. Two splendid watermelons were heavily riding on Hajimeâs head, stroking him. She was obviously doing it on purpose.
â... You said âAs you knowâ. But letâs see you state concretely the contents of the âdevotionâ you speak of.â
âMu? Isnât that obvious? Of course, every day, be it morning, day or night, I will do âthisââ and âthatââ to Goshujin-sama, and then I will do âthatââ and âthisââ again. Then, Goshujin-sama will do âthisââ to reward me right? Thatâs why I will return the favor by doing âthatââ. Ah, I feel relieved. Doing âthisââ and âthatââ properly, then âthatââââââ Ababababababababa-!?â
â... You worthless dragon. You will be the only one I leave behind in this world.â
âTio-san, restrain yourself a little...â
In response to Tio who was shamelessly continuing her indecent talk thoroughly, an âAbababaâ sound caused by Hajimeâs âLightning Cladâ interrupted Tioâs speech.
However, since âI will leave you behindâ was meant as threatening words, it could be quite naturally assumed he was planning on taking her along as well.
Kouki and the others were sitting on a kotatsu on the opposite side, silently pecking at their stew while trying their best to ignore the ongoing scene. However, barely able to put up with the irresponsible and irritating scene, their chopsticks were continuously shaking in frustration.
âKouki... even though I thought I had gotten used to this kind of commotion...â
âDonât talk about that, Ryuutaro, my mind canât take it anymore...â
âIsnât it a good thing? Objectively seeing how we used to be?â
Kouki was glancing at Hajime and Kaori with an extremely complicated expression and speaking in a low voice with Ryuutaro whose face showed deep annoyance. Strangely, the usually sarcastic Shizuku remained quiet, roughly snatching fish from the stew. She would gaze at Hajime from time to time, obviously irritated. Suzu, who had brought up the topic, shrank back spontaneously each time she was remembered of the fuss.
And, at that moment, Hajime set down his chopsticks (which he was barely using because of being âAaa...nâed all the time) and took out a shiny gray metal plate from his pocket. It had an uneven sharp tip and a magic square engraved on it. It was a âgate keyâ which connected space.
Hajime suddenly turned back and projected the key. It was connected to the cross bits he had sent looking for the key to open the sealed door that prevented them from proceeding further. At the center of the plate which had stuck into space, a gate opened. On the other side of the gate was a gem-like object emitting yellow light from a pedestal in a room surrounded by ice walls.
Furthermore, there was one more thing.
âGuruaAAAAAAA!!!â
From the other side of the gem, there was also the form of a five-meter tall furious-looking frost ogre approaching.
âBufu!?â XKouki and the others who were seated at the kotatsu and pecking at their stew all simultaneously spewed it out. At any rate, their meal was interrupted by a war cry and they were suddenly being approached by an ogre clearly on a different level than the ogres they had confronted so far. It was pointless to tell them not to panic.
However, Hajime didnât particularly panic and extended his hand through the gate, picked up the yellow gem. In exchange, he simply extracted a metal ball about twice as big as a basketball from his treasure warehouse. A âBachiâ sound resounded as he instantly poured electricity inside, after which he casually threw the ball through the gate as if throwing trash away.
Then, he immediately turned the key, closing the gate, and retrieving it.
Immediately thereafter,
ZudoOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
From a distant place, the sound of a ridiculously powerful explosion reverberated as the air started vibrating.
Hajime sat down and picked up his chopsticks as if nothing had particularly happened. The gem clad in yellow light on top of the table was proof that this series of unbelievable events took place in their reality.
â... Hajime. Aaa~n.â
âHajime-san, Aaa~n desu.â
And, as expected, Yue and Shia also resumed the âAaa~nâ as if nothing had happened. Kouki and the others who had been dripping cold sweat snapped back to reality and simultaneously opened their mouths.
Hajime, whose mouth was being stuffed with fresh seafood by Kaori and Tio who entered the feeding competition, tilted his head as if to say âwhatâs wrong?â.
âNagumo. What was that earlier?â
âI was! But not that! Iâm talking about what you did!â
âWhat I did... you ask strange things. Itâs just as you saw, right?â
Shizuku came to the emotionally unstable Kouki while rubbing her forehead as if putting up with a headache and tried to explain the âas you sawâ part to Kouki.
âIn short, Nagumo-kun found this yellow gem you can see with his cross bits, and retrieved it using âgateâ. Itâs likely that the moment the cross bits intruded the place where the gem used to be, some monster supposed to be its guardian or something reacted angrily, before being killed by the bomb Nagumo-kun tossed away through the gate.... or so I guess.â
âAh. Itâs completely as you say. Just like what you saw, right?â
âThatâs what Iâm saying! Isnât there something wrong with this! You normally donât just go around directly confronting a guardian keeping the dungeonâs treasure, defeating it, and retrieving the prize like that!â
Kouki was honestly saying something trivial.
âNo, isnât it better to collect them easily like this? It would be a bother to be busy chasing after each one of the four keys ourselves, right?â
âTh-That may be so. But if we donât follow the rules, will our progress be acknowledged by the labyrinth...â
âOnce or twice should be alright. We did take a considerable shortcut at the Great Volcano, and our capture was acknowledged with no problem after all. It should be fine if Yueâs group and Amanogawaâs group respectively defeat the guardians of the two remaining keys and retrieve them. Iâll map a route for you.â
âUu... Is the difficulty alright? Itâs the capture of a great labyrinth after all?â
âKouki... Stop thinking too deeply about Nagumo. You donât want stomach pain at that age.â
Kouki was holding his head between his hands. Ryuutaro patted his shoulders with an expression of sympathy.
âThatâs right. Nagumo-kun is the walking embodiment of irrationality. Thereâs nothing to be surprised about.â
âShizu, Shizu...... When Suzu thinks about Guardian-san, she becomes excessively sad for some reason. If another Guardian-san is dragged out by Nagumo-kun, I think things will definitely look bad. So letâs work hard to preserve our sanity?â
Ryuutaro approved the advice a sad-looking Suzu had given Shizuku as Suzu was gulping down fish and turned to her in turn.
Kouki and his group had satisfied their hunger and were pecking at the last remnants of their food when the sound of a second explosion reverberated through the great labyrinth.
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âI wonder if Shizuku-chan and the others are fine...â
Kaoriâs worried voice echoed.
Three gems had already been put into the doorâs corresponding sockets. Of the three, aside from two gems Hajime had obtained effortlessly, the other had been brought by Yueâs team, who had easily defeated the gemâs guardian and seized its key, which was to be expected given their ability.
Only one key was remaining, the last gem. It was the gem Koukiâs team headed to while being guided by one of Hajimeâs Cross bits. As a result of splitting into two groups, Kaori had grown anxious, wondering if Koukiâs team would be able to defeat the last gemâs guardian safely.
âLooks like thereâs no problem. They had a hard fight, but it looks like they managed to bring it down. They donât have any severe injuries. At some point, it did seem like Ryuutaro had frostbite but it was immediately healed.â
Kaori breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the information conveyed through the cross bits.
Hajime moved the cross bit standing before Koukiâs team who were finished with their battle and had retrieved the last key. At the same time, using âgate keyâ, Hajime connected the space between their location and the cross bit. Space softly distorted, and the appearance of Kouki and the others who had a strangely refreshed expression could be seen on the other side.
âSomehow, you guys look happy...â
âUmu. They are most likely relieved to have been able to properly pass the mazeâs trial.â
Shia was tilting her head pondering the reason for their happy faces when Tio answered her question with a seemingly pleasant expression. She was right on the mark.
Kouki, who was holding the gem in his hand, passed through the gate, went past Shiaâs group and headed towards the sealed doors. There, he inserted the gem into the last socket.
Immediately after, the thorny shrub on the door was covered in light. The gems started to shine brightly in all their splendor. Then, the gateâs impressive doors began opening on their own.
At a glance, the passage starting from the entrance of the gate looked no different from the labyrinthâs passages so far. If anything was different, it seemed to be the bright reflection of the ice walls. Hajime and the othersâ figures were vividly reflected.
âWell then, letâs go.â
Following Hajimeâs order, everyone simultaneously stepped through the door. The sight before them, sure enough, gave off the feeling of a mirror house. The ice acted just like mirrors. The bright light was reflected endlessly. Indeed, the ice walls on both sides of the passage acted like opposite mirrors, and Hajimeâs party was reflected a countless number of times.
Aside from the ceiling hidden by a spray of snow, it looked really like an endless corridor. The intense reflectivity of the ice made it clear it was no simple ice. If not for the chilling cold it radiated, it could maybe even be mistaken for a mirror.
A âKotsu, Kotsuâ sound echoed along with the footsteps of Hajimeâs party as they proceeded. Not only light, sounds also seemed to reverberate.
â... Somehow it feels like weâve been sucked into something.â
The worlds piled up inside the ice walls repeated endlessly, the deepest parts being shrouded in darkness. Yueâs words were truly right on the mark.
Hajime gently grasped Yueâs hand.
âI wonât let go of you so itâs alright.â
â... Nn.â
âYou guys, can you not stop flirting at every occasion?â
Shizukuâs reproachful eyes dug into Hajime and Yue who were exchanging smiles. However, their love had already far exceeded the maximum theoretical threshold. Such a remark didnât make them flinch.
Giving a sidelong glance to Shizuku who sighed, the group continued advancing.
They had not encountered the sign of any traps or monsters in a while and the compass was indicating that they were on the right way when Kouki suddenly halted and started looking around restlessly.
Shizuku, representing the group who grew suspicious of his behavior, inquired.
âKouki? Whatâs the matter?â
âAh, no well, didnât you hear something just now? Something like someoneâs voice. Rather, a whisper like this...â
âWa-Wait a minute Kouki-kun, Stop. We already had our fill of this at Merujiineâs Undersea Ruin.â
It seemed Kouki could hear someoneâs whisper. Since she didnât think it possible for anyone else to actually be there beside them, Kaori whose tolerance of horror was weak tightly hugged herself with both arms while raising a voice of protest.
âIsnât there anyone else who heard something? Shia?â
Hajime quietly narrowed his eyes and looked around to confirm.
âNo. I didnât hear anything. And I sense no sign of anyone else here besides us.â
Shia who had closed her eyes and focused her rabbit ears answered while shaking her head negatively. The other members who also seemed not to have heard anything, in particular, all shook their heads in negation.
â... Surely, I thought I heard something...â
âAre you sure youâre not overthinking this?â
â... Maybe I am.â
Understanding he was the only one who heard it, Kouki wondered if it was his imagination as he showed a bewildered expression. A concerned Ryuutaro who displayed a face lacking his usual self-confidence also agreed.
â... Shia.â
âGot it.â
While everyone was thinking it was Koukiâs imagination, only Hajime, with a look reminding them to be careful, passed on his thought to Shia who could be relied on to search for the enemy in such circumstances. Shia also thought it was only Koukiâs imagination, but since she was given a request by Hajime, she obediently nodded her head in approval. Her rabbit ears shook.
Then, they kept advancing without any problems, crossing several junctions without getting lost, until Kouki halted one more time.
âAh, again! It wasnât my imagination after all! I heard it again!â
From the gazes turned to him, Kouki guessed no one besides him had heard the voice this time as well, and raised a chaotic voice.
âItâs true! This time, I heard it clearly! It said: âIs it fine like this?â!â
âNo, Kouki. I didnât hear anything?â
â****! Who are you! Where are you! How about showing your face without sneaking around!â
âKouki, calm down.â
Anxious to be the only one to hear, Kouki had turned around and let out these harsh words at the empty space. Shizuku and the others moved to try to calm him down.
âShia.â
Hajime checked with Shia for confirmation, but it seems Shiaâs rabbit ears did not grasp the sound of any voice this time either.
â... Hajime. Any magical response?â
âNone. It was the same with the zombies back then, it would seem the ice walls most likely have some kind of ability which conceals any magical response. The demon eye stone canât really be relied on here.â
âFumu. Thereâs also the possibility of having lost to the great labyrinthâs pressure and our minds having been confused... But still, this is too sudden. It would be more reasonable to assume we are receiving some kind of interference.â
âBut Shiaâs ears canât hear anything, and on top of that Hajime canât sense anything. There is nothing we can do to stop it.â
While Hajime and the others were discussing, Kouki was desperately trying to find the owner of the voice to prove he had not gone insane. At this point, Hajime spoke to him.
âAmenogawa, for now, calm down.â
â... Nagumo, itâs true. Iâm sure I heard it.... ...â
âI know. I donât intend to dismiss this issue saying itâs your imagination.â
âEh?â
Having gotten used to receiving harsh treatment from Hajime, Koukiâs eyes started going in circles after he heard these words which seemed to indicate he believed him.
âWe should assume we are receiving some kind of interference. If itâs one of the trials of the labyrinth, then the possibility of not only you but everyone here receiving the interference is high. Currently, I canât think of a way to counter this. Everyone, be on your guard.â
Hajime turned a serious gaze towards the others. They exchanged glances once and nodded.
Indeed, instead of rejecting the fault on Koukiâs imagination, to deny the existence of an unexplainable phenomenon, it was better to word it as the labyrinthâs âinterferenceâ. He believed Koukiâs words. It wouldnât be strange for such a phenomenon to happen since they were challenging a great labyrinth after all.
Kouki was showing a very complicated expression, but he seemed to have calmed down for now. He was silently following behind Hajime who had resumed walking while having ominous thoughts about their images reflected in the ice walls.
And then,
ââ You did not believe
âUu, again...â
A whisper smoothly entered Koukiâs ear one more time. But since he had given some thought to Hajimeâs words about a possible interference from the great labyrinth and readied himself, he was not thrown into confusion this time.
It was hard to say if he was calm deep down, but he was now able to try to look for the origin of the voice calmly. Then, Kouki suddenly realized something.
â...... Have I already heard this voice?â
Somehow he had a feeling he had already heard this voice. Shizuku and the others turned a worried look to Kouki who had tilted his head and was searching his memory.
âKouki. Are you okay?â
âAh, Yes. Iâm fine. I was just thinking, I may have already heard that voice somewhere......â
â... There were monsters with the ability to mimic peopleâs appearance and voice at the Haltina Sea of Trees. Maybe theyâre imitating someone we know. Donât be deceived. If something happens, say it immediately.â
âThank you, Shizuku. You be careful too. If Hajime is right, you might hear a voice too sooner or later.â
âGot it. Iâll be careful.â
Kouki sensed his disordered mind had calmed down and was able to show some composure to Shizuku who was smiling faintly. He returned a smile to his childhood friend who always encouraged and supported him.
ââ You have realized, right?
However, his face immediately stiffened at the voice which once again resounded. He got unpleasant goosebumps after being unable to brush away the uneasiness dwelling in his heart born from the whispers he heard.
Kouki unintentionally turned his head towards Shizuku who was walking by his side with a face seeming to request help.
However, the look of concern he was expecting to see on his childhood friendâs face was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she displayed an expression about as stiffened as the reflection of his own face in the ice walls.
âShizuku.......â
â......Yeah. I just heard it too. It was a womanâs voice. I have also heard it somewhere before. âAverting your eyes again?â is what it said.â
â... Mine was a male voice saying âYou have realized, right?â. It looks like the words change according to the person who hears the voice.â
Kouki and Shizuku were looking at each other with complicated expressions, and next, âHyaaa!â. Suzu slightly jumped with a shriek. It seems Suzu could hear it as well now.
Furthermore, Ryuutaro, who also seemed to have heard it, became confused and started looking around.
âWhat did it say to you guys?â
Once he had heard everyoneâs description of what they heard, he was planning on putting them together to figure out the aim of the great labyrinth.
âAh, mine was âWhat is there the need to hesitate for?â .â
Both were making a seemingly displeased expression. A discomfort revealed itself on their faces, the kind of feeling of someoneâs heart being tread upon by muddy feet.
â... Thatâs too abstract. I feel itâs too indirect to be able to seduce anyone...â
Hajime tilted his head. These were no words such as âDo this and thatâ or âGo here and thereâ which could immediately lead people astray from their goal.
âYou two. Had you heard that voice before?â
âUn. Now that you mention it, I feel like I had heard it somewhere... maybe.â
âI also have the feeling I had already heard it.â
They nodded to Tio in confirmation. The words whispered varied but in the end, they were all whispered by a familiar voice or so it seemed.
â... Anyway, we have to move forward.â
âMaa, thatâs right.â
They had a bad feeling, but stopping and worrying would do no good. Once they got out of the maze, maybe the whispering would stop. So, as Yue said, they should move forward for now.
After deciding to proceed forward, they came across multiple forks and kept going without getting lost. According to the information given by the compass, there were three kilometers left in a straight line until the exit. Because they wouldnât get lost, even if they ran into traps or monsters, they could get there in not even half a day.
They hurried forward while doing their best to ignore the whisper which would be heard intermittently.
However, as time passed, the frequency of the whispers increased, and before they knew it, Hajime and his group started hearing it too.
ââ You will be betrayed again
Yue heard. Those were toxic words which caused her to remember that she had once placed her trust in her uncle, family, and fellow retainers. âAgainâ. Yue could very well guess the meaning of these words.
ââ You will lose them again by your own fault, you know?
The voice made Shiaâs rabbit ears tremble. The origin of the tragedy which took away the lives of countless of her family members was indeed Shiaâs own birth. It had taken root deep inside Shiaâs heart and caused her to have countless nightmares. The voice was constantly reminding her of their death cries. Now, she had plenty of âimportant onesâ close to her she absolutely didnât want to lose.
ââ There is no such thing as your being accepted by others
Long ago, when she was inexperienced and couldnât control her power, and her family was facing persecution... Fire surged, the sound of an explosion shook the atmosphere, a scream and an angry roar reverberated. While she was kicking at the gathered remains of her compatriot, the surrounding eyes were staring at her with extreme fear and contempt...
ââ Youâre jealous to the point you want to kill, isnât that right?
Whispered a voice which had invaded Kaoriâs inner heart. Kaori unconsciously turned towards the girlfriend who was showing an air of composure and stood at a place Kaori couldnât reach even after swapping bodies and obtaining power. Something black gushed out and started spreading out like black ink spilling on a white sheet of paper.
âAh. I get it. This is my own voice.â
Everyone who was having their consciousnesses torn apart by the whispers were taken aback by Hajimeâs sudden declaration.
â... Hajime?â
Hajime answered Yueâs inquiring gaze while not particularly looking bothered by the whispers.
âEveryone, you said you had already heard the voice whispering to you right? Same goes for me, but the voice whispering to me is my own voice. Back when I was helping my father make games, I had the opportunity to listen to my own voice many times when doing voice tests. Since if you listen to your own voice, you are bound to feel some sense of discomfort. Itâs hard to realize, but I can assure you after having listened to my own voice countless times that the voice whispering to me is my own voice.â
âAh now that you mention it...â was the expression starting to form on everyoneâs face. Your own voice you hear when you speak in everyday life tends to unexpectedly differ from your recorded voice which you listen to. Therefore, they had been unable to recognize their own voice.
âBut, if thatâs true, then what the voice is saying...â
â... It could be a voice coming from deep within your heart... maybe. Reviving various unpleasant memories.â
â... Right. It feels as if our mind is being invaded and trampled by muddy shoes. Itâs extremely unpleasant.â
Tio, making a guess, stated what a frowning Kaori was hesitating to say. Shia agreed. The others uniformly showed dark, grim faces.
Overall, the atmosphere could be said to be still. Shizuku, who realized this, raised her voice in an attempt to change the mood and spoke to Hajime and Yue who were looking calm and composed for some reason.
âNagumo-kun and Yue donât seem to be affected very much, is that correct? Do you have some kind of countermeasure?â
Hajime and Yue exchanged glances. Then, Hajime wore a composed expression, while Yue showed a somewhat bewitching smile.
âWhat if I say I am just not paying particular attention to it?â
â... What did you hear?â
âAh ~ something like âDo you think a murderer could live such a thing as a normal life?â or âThere is no place where a monster belongs, right?â or things along those lines, repeatedly. I donât think thereâs anything really different.â
âThatâs... referring to when we return to Japan?â
âAh, thatâs right. Maa, itâs also hard to say if Iâm human after all. Maybe Iâm wondering deep down if I will be able to get used to my former life again.â
To Hajime who was making a self-analysis quite indifferently, Kouki whose gloomy face showed more and more anguish as time passed managed to squeeze out a voice.
âThen, how do you manage to remain calm? You who are ready to forsake this worldâs inhabitants and want to return home, after being told multiple times that even if you managed to make it back, youâd have no place where you belong, how the hell can you stay so calm!â
Kouki demanded an explanation. He was no longer able to hold back his irritation at the end of his sentence and his voice roughened. It looks like the voice he was hearing from his heart was considerably shaking his mind.
Hajime simply shrugged his shoulders and answered.
âDonât lose your temper. Actually, even though I wonât know the answer until I try going back, worrying about it now is pointless, right?â
âHow can you be convinced so easily? Itâs something you canât ignore, something which enters your mind and you canât throw out, something there is nothing you can do about!â
Just what kind of voice did you hear? Kouki was almost yelling those words at Hajime while hiding his fury caused by hatred somewhere within him.
Hajime faced the emotionally unstable Kouki with a somewhat serious look.
âFirst, from wishing things to âbe your wayâ, greed will be born. Next, to appease that greed, your heart will take a decision. Then, all that needs to be done is to carry out this decision to the end. You shouldnât be worrying about things like: âWill I be able to do it or not?â but rather: âWhat should I do to carry out this decision?â... I have already decided. I will return to my hometown and live a normal life with Yue and the others. I will show them lots of splendid things and introduce them to my parents. I will put my life on the line for that. There is no time to worry about something as trivial as the anxiety that rose from the decision I made.â
â... Thatâs absurd. Such a thing...â
âItâs not like Iâm asking you to understand. Maybe my way of thinking isnât very human-like.â
Hajime wouldnât waver no matter what he was told, no matter what was done to him. Kouki felt he saw the main points of Hajimeâs unwavering mind and didnât think he could understand them. However, he averted his gaze as he seemed to realize something.
It seems that Shia was also able to easily slip away from the abusive thoughts caused by the unpleasant whispers. Her mood quickly turned from the gloomy one caused by this place to her usual innocent one.
Despite also being seized in anguish originally, Shizuku, who had been able to guess what was going on to some extent and had been speaking to Hajime, was now completely silent, reflecting on Hajimeâs previous words as if she had realized something.
âI get it that Hajime-san is not being affected thanks to his shamelessness, but why does Yue-san look fine? Rather, what is Yue-san being whispered?â
Hajimeâs temple suddenly reacted to Shiaâs way of speaking of him, but it seems he read the mood and decided to let her off with it for now. Of course, the night after the capture of the great labyrinth, she will be made to cry in lots of different ways.
Yue who aroused Shiaâs interest answered with no particular hesitation.
â... Itâs repeatedly telling me I will be betrayed some way or another.â
âBetrayed... If Iâm not mistaken, like in your past...â
â... Nn. So things like âHajime and Shia will also betray youâ.â
Upon hearing these words, Hajime and Shia exchanged glances. If those whispers really stem from oneâs unconscious, it means Yue is fearing betrayal from the bottom of her heart.
Indeed, Yue had been betrayed by the family and retainers she put her trust in and had been locked up in darkness for three hundred years. Thatâs more than reason enough for it to become a trauma, and it wouldnât be strange if she felt ill to the point of not ever trusting anyone else anymore.
Actually, putting aside Hajime and Shia, her interaction with others could be said to be fairly cold sometimes. Fundamentally, earning Yueâs trust was quite difficult. Luckily, her encounter with Hajime made her believe that putting her trust in others was still possible... But maybe the uneasiness of being betrayed again still dwelled within her heart, even if just a little.
Even more, than her memories of her severe betrayal, this was something that couldnât be helped. She was not actually suspecting that sheâd be betrayed again. Rather, this was something carved deep within her unconscious.
However, naturally, there was trust in Hajime and Shia that easily surpassed such a trauma. A fantastic encounter and the things she saw on the journey that followed had appeased her heart. Which is why she was calm.
Sensing her feelings, Shia gave her a soft smile and spoke.
âNe, Fufu, if you let your guard down, I might betray you-â
â... Bad girl. Punishment is needed for lying rabbits.â
With Yue and Shia resuming their frivolous talk, the atmosphere seemed to slightly return to normal.
âMaa, certainly, there is no way I am letting go of Yue...â
âIndeed. It would be much more likely to be told that the world is getting destroyed tomorrow than Goshujin-sama betraying Yue.â
A triumphant look settled on Hajime and Tioâs face. Indeed, Hajime and Yueâs atmosphere was so sweet that it felt like a mix of Calpis (TL: Japanese milk-based soft drink) with sugar, syrup, and honey. If you were told one would betray the other, you could only reply âHa?â.
â... Nn. Itâs impossible. But even if I was betrayed, it would be of no concern.â
Yue agreed with Hajime and Tioâs words, but as if she had thought of something along the way, she made an assumption as her pupils sparkled with mischief.
âWhat do you...?â
âBecause regardless of Hajimeâs feelings, I am not letting go of him.â
â...â XWhile everyone fell strangely silent, Yue, who was licking her thin pink lips with her tongue, suddenly narrowed her eyes. No one was able to take their eyes from her wet lips which frightfully stood out. Simultaneously, she began emitting a charm that sent shivers down everyoneâs spine, male or female indiscriminately and made their abdomens feel hot.
Then, with a hot, long breath.
â... Fufu, you canât run away from the vampire princess.â
She declared such a thing.
Hajime, who was caught in the overly bewitching atmosphere and her hot gaze, had his arms suddenly held behind his back by Shia who showed a splendid reaction time.
For a little while, the unproductive argument continued between Shia and the others who were trying to prevent a love affair in the middle of the capture of a great labyrinth and Hajime who was wishing for nothing but Yue.
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[Seriously... I never would have expected that to be the reason why your subordinates advanced south, Snow Sage. How are you planning to settle the matter?]
[Well㌠itâs my bad. I didnât want to issue that order. Hahaha.]
[Hmph. What impudence youâve shown us. You have no idea how much pain you have caused us.]
I, the âKing of the Devouring Black Mist,â the âHundred Beast Clad Fox Princess,â and the âFrozen Silver Snow Sage,â had all assembled at a certain place with each of us in full control of our own demons.
Incidentally, I was operating my Fog as usual, while the Fox Princess was controlling a small fox-shaped demon called Little Fire Fox, and the Snow Sage was using a small square ice demon called Ice Cube.
[Well, forget about it. The reason weâre gathered here today is not to exchange silly arguments.]
[Indeed. Itâs going to be a challenge to deal with that opponent by myself.]
[Iâve heard of her, but is the âDragon Sovereign of the Caged Cherry Blossom Flameâ really that formidable?]
Yes, that was the reason why three of the four Demon Kings in this country had appeared in one place this time. That was to discuss measures for the fourth Demon King, âDragon Sovereign of the Caged Cherry Blossom Flameâ who was not here.
First and foremost, information on the Dragon Sovereign was being exchanged at this time.
[To start with, since my analyst was the one who desperately researched the name of the Demon King, âDragon Sovereign of the Caged Cherry Blossom Flame,â there can be no mistake about her name.]
[And as for her abilities, based on her name and her attacks when intercepted, itâs safe to assume that sheâs a fire-based type demon.]
[As far as I can tell from the report, she is a four-legged, two-winged Western dragon with cherry-colored scales, over meters in length. If so, the question is how close her body is to that of a dragon. Assuming that even her physical capabilities are worthy of being called a dragon, she must be quite a handful.]
[Iâve received despairing information that one of my well-trained Mud Soldiers was successfully repelled by her scales and wiped out without a trace by the claws of a counterattack.]
[Then, with half the attack power... no, even if there were enough demons, their presence would be futile.â
[Since that is the case, shall we send our kin to face her?]
[No, even if I send my current leader, Ryo, to attack, it will be tough from what Iâve learned from the reports.]
[If so, I guess even my own Mugi would struggle.]
[Hmm. If your top two canât accomplish it, I donât see how Yuu, who is at my side, can do anything about it.]
All of us were at a loss.
I have a strategy in my head to overcome this situation, but....
[Mist King. How many times have your âThe King Acts for the Sake of His Peopleâ been used?]
Well, thereâs only one way out of this.
[I used it once a long time ago. But after that, I used another method (âªThe Lord Transcends Reason for My Sakeâ«), so the cost had risen a little.]
[How much?]
[I have no obligation to enlighten you... but I can use my full strength in battle without any problem. By the way, Snow Sage, you can produce âThe King Acts for the Sake of His People,â right?]
[No problem. But since you have brought this into the discussion, does that mean weâre doing
this
[Well, I guess thatâs the way it is. If neither the demons nor the kin can do it, then we will have to directly confront the issue, wonât we?]
[Well then, thatâs what it comes down to. Though that being said, we donât have to beat her. Our aim is to drag her out of seclusion.]
[Hahaha. For the first time in a long time, my blood is boiling... I wonder when my blood has been pumping like this ever since...]
[Then...]
[So...]
[Mmm...]
[[[This time, we shall unite in a joint line of battle!]]]
Thus, the three Demon Kings, the Mist King, the Fox Princess, and the Snow Sage, had initiated an operation to break the âDragon Sovereign of the Caged Cherry Blossom Flameâ out of her seclusion.
âââââ
âAhhhhh, this is the messenger of the Mist King! O Dragon Sovereign! For the love of all, go and create at least a single kin and emerge on the front stage! Heyyyy! Donât you dare be a hermit under these prevailing circumstances of the world!â
The voice of a Kirijin man reverberated through the area. A Kitsunejin woman and a Yukijin man were also standing around him, observing the development of the scene.
And the Dragon Sovereignâs reply to the Kirijinâs words was...
âI refuse! I want to sleep here forever!â
Following these words, the three kin each pulled out a pendant from their pockets and hurled it into the Dragon Sovereignâs dungeon.
âShut up, you damn lizard!!â
And in the next moment, an explosive sound resounded throughout the area accompanied by Kurokiriâs furious roar.
âAh... ggh... how dare you do this to my dwelling...â
âShut up, you stupid lizard.â
Before my eyes, there was a -meter-long, full-body, cherry-colored dragon. There was no doubt that this was the Dragon Sovereign of the Caged Cherry Blossom Flame.
âNow, as far as we are concerned, if you would be so kind as to make a kin and establish a relationship with the outside world, we would be content to leave you here...â
âShut up! I wonât listen to a word you say!â
The Fox Princess attempted to persuade her, but it seemed to be in vain.
âThen Iâll make you suffer a little.â
âIf you want to fight, then bring it on! You old silver skin geezer!â
As the Snow Sage took his position, everybody in the place adjusted their combat posture.
By the way, I was now in human form, looking like a young man all in black.
The Fox Princess had blond hair, fox ears and a tail, carrying a fan in her hand and wearing a miko (shrine maiden) style costume.
With the exception of his white hair, the Snow Sage was an elderly man with a bent waist and silver skin.
However, these appearances were for the purpose of negotiation, and their original appearances, including mine, would be something else.
âSo, letâs get started. âªMist Plosionâ« x!â
In order to make a preemptive attack and to set the stage, I released âªMist Plosionâ« around the Dragon Sovereign.
But this level of attack seemed to be of little significance to the Dragon Sovereign and did not seem to be effective.
âAs expected, she is very firm. Then I too will utilize my âªSacred Fox that Seduces Hundreds of Beastsâ«, âªEnchanting Fireâ«.â
With a fan in her right hand, the Fox Princess readied herself by lighting a blue flame, then slashing at the Dragon Sovereign at a speed that paralleled sound. The Dragon Sovereign, of course, had no intention of taking this passively and sought to intercept her, but...
âI wonât let you do it. âªBewitching Mistâ«!â
At the same time as the Fox Princess entered the mist, dozens of illusions of the Fox Princessâ materialized through my âªBewitching Mistâ«. At the sight of these dozens of Fox Princessâ appearing, the Dragon Sovereign involuntarily froze in her tracks.
The Fox Princess then capitalized on this opportunity to reach the Dragon Sovereign and delivered dozens of attacks in a flash. The damage inflicted on the Dragon Sovereign provoked a groan from her.
But suddenly the Dragon Sovereign swung her gigantic tail, which complemented the length and thickness of her massive body, and knocked the Fox Princess and the illusion I had created away. I cast a quick glimpse at the Fox Princess as she suffered the blow, but it appeared that she had escaped a direct hit and that by flying away from her, she had sustained practically little harm.
When the onslaught halted for a second after blowing away the Fox Princess, the Snow Sage approached the Dragon Sovereign.
âHohoho. Well then, here I come. âªSnow Giant of Frozen Silverâ«.
A silvery light emanated from his entire body for a split second, followed by the appearance of a silvery -meter-tall giant who was limiting the Dragon Sovereignâs mobility.
âUgh! Let go of me!â
âI will have to refuse.â
The Dragon Sovereign was straining to shake off the Snow Sage with her entire body, but the Snow Sage was completely in control of the Dragon Sovereignâs movement by meticulously shifting the spot of suppression, probably owing to his many years of expertise.
And the moment the Fox Princess considered this as an opportunity and attempted to slash at the Dragon Sovereign again with her ultra-speed...
âI told you to let go! âªCherry Blossom Fire that Traps Lifeâ«!!â
Sakura-colored flames erupted from the Dragon Sovereignâs overall body, forcibly yanking the Snow Sage off and hurling me and the Fox Princess away.
As the wall was closing in on me, I shifted from human form to mist form to neutralize the damage I would suffer from the collision with the wall. The Fox Princess, on the other hand, landed on the wall with cat-like motions, whilst the Snow Sage merely tumbled on the ground before retreating slightly.
If I may say so, the current strike did absolutely little damage, which is exactly what one would anticipate from a Demon King.
And the most vital part, the Dragon Sovereign, had recovered from all the damage that the Fox Princess supposedly inflicted earlier, and was displaying the identical appearance she had at the outset of the battle.
âI see. Damage + Recovery. How convenient,â the Fox Princess muttered as she descended to the ground.
âFurthermore, she is this powerful at this level.â While assessing his bodyâs condition, the Snow Sage observed, âShe certainly deserves to be called a dragon.â
âIf you understand, get the hell out of my house! Otherwise, Iâll burn you to a crisp next time!â roared the Dragon Sovereign, her wings spread wide as if to threaten.
But, Dragon Sovereign, your proposal is...
âI refuse. Iâll show you something better next round.â
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I was dressed in a silver armour and a white coat embroidered with an eagle, the patron beast of Alumgam, was given the baggage for the journey, was put on a horse and brought to the castle gate. Before I noticed Bertra finished her conversation with the gate keeper and came to my right side while her mouth looked cat like...... Why did her mouth become cat-like?âItâs the departure of the Hero Dale!â
That *******âs throaty voice echoed throughout the clear sky.
As I watched the big gate slowly opening with a dull Gokon sound, I wondered what will happen to me after it fully opened......
âNow then, Dale-dono, letâs goâ
Bertra, who was beside me, spoke full of enthusiasm, her voice dignified, letting her cat like expression I saw for just a moment disappear and advanced on her horse.
âDale! Letâs give that D something Demon Lord one hell of a beating!â
Itâs Dalewatts...... Erin who swung her fist while floating to my left side was also full of motivation.
â......â
Why are those guys so full of motivation, I canât keep up with their tension.
After the big gate finished opening a large number of people rejoicing entered my field of vision, those guys as well, huh.......
âLong live the Hero!â
âDale-sama! Please kill the Demon Lord!â
âSir Heerooo, do your beeeestâ
That cheering of all the people regardless of age or sex is really noisy......
âOh, Hero Dale! No matter what, defeat the Demon Lord Dalewatts, by all means possible! Iâm asking this of all of you as well!â
A dignified voice resonated from the terrace in the rear. The king of this country, Riley, wearing a crown, a luxurious mantle and having a majestic moustache, called out to us. Though his voice wasnât that loud it was enough for us to hear him.
âUnderstood! Leave it to us!â
Bertra who stood upright and hit her chest with her fist, answered to him, though I think she doesnât have to respond every single time.
âYou can leave it to us!â
Erin, who was floating in mid-air, also answered him while swinging her arm, if even you decided to give an answer, I donât have any other choice but to do so as well......
â......Yes......Leave it to us......â
My voice was somewhat powerless, as I didnât think this was a good idea, so it canât be helped...... Anyway.......
ââWhy do I have to go and subjugate myself?!
About a couple of minutes after leaving Alumgamâs castle, I started to wonder where weâll be headed now.
âOi, Tomboy Knightâ
Bertra looked back after hearing my words and glared at me intensely...... Like I said, why are these eyes so scary?!
âIâm Bertra Toan! Also, Iâm not a guy. I. Am. A. Woman! If you arenât careful I will behead you no matter if you are a hero or not!?â
âI get it, I get it......So, Bertra Toan, who is a little girl, where on earth are we headed to?â
âJust Bertra is fine. Iâm not a little girl, I turned last month!!â? Even if thatâs an adult by human standards, but seen from my perspective, she might as well be a baby let alone a little girl......
âSo what was it again? Aah, where weâre headed to. Weâre heading towards the hideout of Figueroa, one of the Demon Kingâs armyâs Four Heavenly Kings who are invading Alumgam.â
So itâs one of the four demonic Heavenly Kings...... Well, isnât that a good thing?
Hmm, Figueroa, huh...... As heâs just a battle maniac, he wonât even listen to the current me, whatâs more, because that mysterious me appeared itâs useless to talk to any of my other brethren. However, no matter if they are my brethren, if they come to attack me I will act accordingly, I donât want to die after all.
âI know now where we are headed, but there is one more thing I was wondering about.â
âHaah...... What is it?â
You donât have to make such an unpleasant face, good grief.
âAfter you finished talking to the gate-keeper your mouth turned cat-like, what was that about? Is this some kind of custom around here?â
Iâm not that familiar with Bertra yet, but she doesnât seem to be the type to make that type of idiotic expression.
âAh, I was curious about that as well~ Bell looked really cute having that cat-like expressionâ
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Huh? Bertraâs face got red and she stiffened.
âHe~y, Bell~? Whatâs the matter~?â
â......Ah......About that......Did I have such an expression......?â
Erin and I nodded at the same time.
Having raised a bizarre cry, Bertra jumped off her horse and held her head!?
âThat surprised me...... Oi? Whatâs happened?!â
â......get itâ
âHuh? I didnât hear you there.â
âForget about that right now!!!â
âAh, wai-!?â
That Bertra drew out her sword with teary eyes and headed towards me!
âWait! Calm down! Put the sword away!â
Sheâs not listening!! Will I have to die in this place?!
âBell! Stop! Sto~p! Brr, brrâ
Brr, brr, you say? Sheâs not a horse......Rather, Bertra calmed down. Isnât that Spirit amazing?
â......What a blunder, did I let my guard down, at that time?......I was seen, so thereâs no use in trying to cover it up anymore.......The truth is, since a long time ago my face gets like that when Iâm smiling and I take care not to do so...... Aah......â
She looked incredibly depressed...... How should I respond to this? Haah...... Itâs increasingly frustrating that me, a Demon Lord, canât even respond to this tomboy.
âWell, isnât it fine? I think that foolish face fits you better than that hard one, you *******.â
âWai-! Dale! That response is no good!â
â......ieâ
âHuh? Like I said I canât hear you like thatââ
Eeeeeh!? Why is she that angry?!
What made her this angry just nowâ.
âOi! Donât run after me while swinging that sword around! Why did you get so angry?!â
âItâs fine already so just dieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!â
âGyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!â
â......Thereâs a rocky road ahead of us, huh~......â
âHeeeeeey, Spiriiiiiiit! Donât just watch and save me!!â | {
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ãéèŽããããšãããããŸãã | Well let it suffice to say that we felt a bit overwhelmed with testosterone.
And I'm not here to say that men are to blame for the crisis and what happened in my country.
But I can surely tell you that in my country, much like on Wall Street and the city of London and elsewhere, men were at the helm of the game of the financial sector, and that kind of lack of diversity and sameness leads to disastrous problems.
So we decided, a bit fed-up with this world and also with the strong feeling in our stomach that this wasn't sustainable, to found a financial services firm based on our values, and we decided to incorporate feminine values into the world of finance.
Raised quite a few eyebrows in Iceland.
We weren't known as the typical "women" women in Iceland up until then.
So it was almost like coming out of the closet and that we believed that we had a set of values and a way of doing business that would be more sustainable than what we had experienced until then.
And we got a great group of people to join us -- principled people with great skills, and investors with a vision and values to match ours.
And together we got through the eye of the financial storm in Iceland without taking any direct losses to our equity or to the funds of our clients.
And although I want to thank the talented people of our company foremost for that -- and also there's a factor of luck and timing -- that we did this because of our values.
So let me share with you our values.
We believe in risk awareness.
What does that mean?
We believe that you should always understand the risks that you're taking, and we will not invest in things we don't understand.
Not a complicated thing.
But in 2007, and all the complicated financial structures, it was quite opposite to the reckless risk-taking behaviors that we saw on the market.
We also believe in straight-talking, telling it as it is, using simple language that people understand, telling people about the downsides as well as the potential upsides, and even telling the bad news that no one wants to utter, like our lack of belief in the sustainability of the Icelandic financial sector that already we had months before the collapse hit us.
And, although we do work in the financial sector, where Excel is king, we believe in emotional capital.
And we believe that doing emotional due diligence is just as important as doing financial due diligence.
that make money and lose money, not Excel spreadsheets.
Last, but not least, we believe in profit with principles.
We care how we make our profit.
So while we want to make economic profit for ourselves and our customers, we are willing to do it with a long-term view, than just the economic profit in the next quarter.
So we like to see profits, plus positive social and environmental benefits, when we invest.
But it wasn't just about the values, although we are convinced that they matter.
It was also about a business opportunity.
It's the female trend, and it's the sustainability trend, that are going to create some of the most interesting investment opportunities in the years to come.
The whole thing about the female trend is not about women being better than men; women being different from men, bringing different values and different ways to the table.
So what do you get? You get better decision-making, and you get less herd behavior, and both of those things hit your bottom line with very positive results.
But one has to wonder, now that we've had this financial sector collapse upon us in Iceland -- and by the way, Europe looks pretty bad right now, and many would say that you in America are heading for some more trouble as well.
Now that we've had all that happen, and we have all this data out there telling us that it's much better to have diversity around the decision-making tables, will we see business and finance change?
Will government change?
Well I'll give you my straight talk about this.
I have days that I believe, but I have days that I'm full of doubt.
to rebuild the very things that failed us?
Einstein said that this was the definition of insanity -- to do the same things over and over again, hoping for a different outcome.
So I guess the world is insane, because I see entirely too much of doing the same things over and over again, hoping that this time it's not going to collapse upon us.
I want to see more revolutionary thinking, and I remain hopeful.
Like TED, I believe in people.
And I know that consumers are becoming more conscious, and they are going to start voting with their wallets, and they are going to change the face of business and finance from the outside, if they don't do it from the inside.
But I'm more of the revolutionary, and I should be; I'm from Iceland.
We have a long history of strong, courageous, independent women, ever since the Viking age.
And I want to tell you when I first realized that women matter to the economy and to the society, I was seven -- it happened to be my mother's birthday -- October 24, 1975.
Women in Iceland took the day off.
From work or from home, they took the day off, and nothing worked in Iceland.
They marched into the center of Reykjavik, and they put women's issues onto the agenda.
And some say this was the start of a global movement.
For me it was the start of a long journey, but I decided that day to matter.
Five years later, Iceland elected Vigdis Finnbogadottir as their president -- first female to become head of state, single mom, a breast cancer survivor who had had one of her breasts removed.
And at one of the campaign sessions, she had one of her male contenders allude to the fact that she couldn't become president -- she was a woman, and even half a woman.
That night she won the election, because she came back -- not just because of his crappy behavior -- but she came back and said, "Well, I'm actually not going to breastfeed the Icelandic nation; I'm going to lead it."
So I've had incredibly many women role models that have influenced who I am and where I am today.
But in spite of that, I went through the first 10 or 15 years of my career mostly in denial of being a woman.
Started in corporate America, and I was absolutely convinced that it was just about the individual, that women and men would have just the same opportunities.
But I've come to conclude lately that it isn't like that.
We are not the same, and it's great. Because of our differences, we create and sustain life.
So we should embrace our difference and aim for challenge.
The final thought I want to leave with you is that I'm fed up with this tyranny of either/or choices in life -- either it's men or it's women.
We need to start embracing the beauty of balance.
So let's move away from thinking about business here and philanthropy there, doing good business.
That's how we change the world. That's the only sustainable future.
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Inside a church of the World Tree Religion located in one of the villages of the Northern Alliance.
There were men gathered in the basement of that church.
It was a meeting conducted under moderate candlelight as if they were trying to conceal themselves from people. They were most certainly not a respectable bunch.
In that gloomy hall, the men started reporting their respective results.
âThree from the East. Two of them have been confirmed to have the âgroundingâ, thus they are being educated. The remaining one would be sacrificed during the appropriate time.â
âOnly two have been confirmed? Itâs hard to say whether that would amount to anything.â
âIt cannot be helped. None of us can act openly.â
âFour from the Central. Also two with the âgroundingâ. However, two âstudentsâ have died, so the total number remains unchanged.â
âConsidering that we have to educate them from scratch, itâs better to say we fell back.â
They went over the documents they all brought, confirming the number of personnel. The result was both gains and losses. They gained new ones while losing the same number. As a result, they neither increased nor decreased.
âStill, it seems that we have stopped receiving people from the west? The south seems quite slow too.â
âThe person in charge there has been hit with an unforeseen accident, so the activities are temporarily on hold.â
âUnforeseen accident?â
âSomething about a meteor falling there. It seems all his allies have gotten rolled up in it, so he has to start from scratch.â
âHmm? So we canât expect much from the south and west, huh?â
âIn exchange, we can increase the activity in the north. The Six Heroes who used to keep a watchful eye are absent now.â
âItâs Five Heroes now. We somehow got rid of that annoying assassin, but Iâd like to get rid of one more.â
âJend Sect has been destroyed, so we canât go meddling too much.â
âThere are other assassination organizations there... But, true. We should wait for the heat to settle.â
âYeah. Letâs move on to the next topic. So about the reason why the âeducationâ isnât progressing as well as hoped...â
The men moved on to yet another topic. In the end, their secret meeting lasted until morning.
Half a year had passed ever since the bombshell that Maria dropped on us. It might seem like a short time, but a lot of things happened during it.
First, Maxwell returned the certificate to Donovan under the pretext of discovering it through the capitalâs tavern. After that, he had finally been cleared of any suspicions and became the lord of Stolla both in name and reality.
I asked Maxwell later on, and it turned out that Kleinâs body part had been washed ashore, so he was most certainly dead.
Donovan thanked me deeply, and was treating me as if I was a saint now. I was grateful, but also kinda bothered.
About three months later, Elliot left the academy. He was originally supposed to be a contracted lecturer for six months, but the assault reduced his holiday to half of that.
He seemed reluctant to part with me, but he had the information that Haumea was no longer in Raum, so he returned to his own kingdom in hopes of finding her there. Priscilla included, of course.
I wonder when that blockhead would notice her feelings.
I had a steady growth in the academy, too, and was already learning the middle-grade Interference magic. At this pace, I should be able to learn things like Flight by the time of graduation.
It has been six months since Maria got pregnant, so her belly was already quite conspicuous. Different from fatness, her bulge was more like something packed together. It displayed the vigor of life growing within.
And in the meanwhile, I have also celebrated my th birthday. Even my height had increased by about three centimeters in these six months, finally entering the growth period, a bit later than Michelle.
At the same time, one problem surfaced that made me rack my brains.
That is... My boobs were growing.
At first, I thought I was growing a bit plump, but my waist remained thin so I eventually accepted that it was a womanly growth. I had no choice but to accept.
Lately, even my butt has gotten rounder, so this was most definitely another sexual characteristic.
Michelle also had her share of development in these months. To the point that I was looking forward to swimming with her during the summertime. This made me feel like she got added to the list of people I couldnât reveal my identity to.
Letina, on the other hand, did not develop any womanly parts, but this was perhaps the difference between our races. Elves grew like humans, but many of them remained slender.
âStill, I feel like itâs getting in the way of swinging the sword.â
When I held the sword with two hands, my budding chest felt cramped. This was a sensation I hadnât felt even in my previous life.
As it was an unknown sensation, it made moving my hands a bit uncomfortable.
âYou are still better off, Nicole. In my case, the bowstring keeps rubbing on it and hurts me.â
âItâs really uncomfortable when sleeping on the stomach, isnât it.â
âThey should just get plucked. You humans get plump so quickly!â
âLetina, Iâm jealous of how slender you are.â
âAre you being sarcastic? You are, arenât you!â
âUm... Can you talk about that when there are no boys around?â
Cloud butted in our conversation, inviting cold stares from us. We were currently in our routine ingredient gathering, so his presence was nothing unusual. Still, that was irrelevant to girls of our age.
âW-What, I canât help it. Iâm part of this group too.â
âOh nooothing...â
âCloud, you perv.â
âHave you no delicacy to pretend to not hear it?â
Cloud was already almost years old. He was already starting to see things differently.
With beauties like Michelle and Letina, not to mention me, in the party, it was natural for him to pay attention to these kinds of conversations.
âLeaving the perverted Cloud aside...â
âDonât brush me off like that!â
âLeaving him aside! My mom will soon be unable to move properly, so I want to bring nutritionally rich food home.â
âIn that case, we have to do our best today.â
âI shall do my best for Lady Maria.â
âBut whenever I need it...â
âIs anything the matter?â
Letinaâs cold stare silenced his objection. Cloud, do you know? There are countless Adventurers at the Guild dying to be on the receiving end of that stare.
There were also those who wanted to receive Michelleâs sulked gaze or my scornful one, so I think Raumâs Adventurers were already beyond help.
So their envy towards Cloud, who was receiving all three of them, knew no bounds. In fact, he was being tormented by them whenever he had time to spare.
âYou said nourishment, but what exactly are we supposed to look for?â
âThat goes without saying, itâs meat, meat!â
As Letina asked, Michelle insisted while raising her hands. She was as carnivorous as ever.
âIs there a buffalo somewhere, I wonder?â
âA big game like that is not normally found here. The Adventurers are being alert for them around these parts.â
âSnakes and lizards would be pointless to eat.â
âSpeaking of nourishment, a Carbuncle might fit that description, donât you think?â
âSquee!?â
As I gazed up, I could sense an immediate twitch from there. There was Kabby, having grown in size over these six months to the point that it was hard to keep it on my head.
Kabby seemed to be young for a Carbuncle, so its growth was quite drastic. It was around the size of a cat before, but now it was closer to a small-sized dog. Moreover, it was growing quite plump and accumulating fat, making it known that it had all the food it wanted.
âYou have to start exercising already, otherwise Iâm not letting you sit on my head, okay?â
âSquee, Squee~â
Hearing my warning, Kabby started exercising in a fluster. I wished itâd stop doing that on my head, however. It was making my head wobble around and it felt really unpleasant.
âThat was a joke, but I really have to find nourishment for mom or the kid might become physically weak like me.â
âThat would be cute in its own way...â
âBut that would only cause us to worry, so itâs bad.â
âI think itâs only you who has mastered the art of fainting when people take their eyes off you, Nicole.â
âIâll get you for that later.â
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âWhy did Felix get so angry like that? Heâs just like Claushezade-sensei.â
âThereâs no room for rebuttal when itâs your own fault. And anyway, how dare you speak ill of me so openly? Forget such idle talk and move your hands.â
âWell, isnât this all Claushezade-senseiâs job? Youâre completely exploiting me, arenât you?â
Claushezade summoned her to the usual teacherâs office, where Sheila was made to do endless chores. It was a regular event that happened once every three days.
He moved his hands without a momentâs rest. He mustâve been half-listening to her complaints about the report session with Felix.
Sheilaâs job was just to separate the documents by entry, but she would be caught up by the busy Claushezade, who would read them carefully and stamp them with a seal of approval or send them back to her. Sheila hurried back to her work.
She quietly arranged the documents, and then sorted the approved and returned documents by the location where they were to be carried.
â.... Anyway, arenât you working too hard, Claushezade-sensei? There are even documents mixed in that have nothing to do with the knight department.â
If Sheila looked closely, she could even find documents from the civil service department in the mix. That was definitely out of Claushezadeâs domain. Because he did his job quickly, he probably got more work, but the faster he did it, the more work he had to do, which was just too depressing. It was a vicious cycle if he asked her.
But Claushezade read the documents without a single complaint. He seemed to be dexterous and did everything without a hitch, but Sheila suspected he was a socially awkward person.
âIf you think Iâm working too hard, I would greatly appreciate it if you could help me more efficiently.â
âIâm saying itâs not a job for two people to begin with. Besides, Iâm not very good at typography.â
âItâs not that. Youâve learned to read well enough to know what the documents are about, havenât you?â
âââOh. Come to think of it, yes.â
However, there was no doubt that she was being used in the name of special training and study. The character practice books that he gave her as homework after her chores were full of document forms and formal words, none of which seemed to be useful in her daily life. It was just like Clauschezade, who prioritized efficiency and rationality to the point of killing two birds with one stone.
âBy the way, I hope no one besides Jornwerner has found out about your gender?â
âNo one has found out. I always wear a breastplate as a precaution. With this, if someone touches my chest, thereâs no problem at all.â
Sheila puffed out her chest. She didnât feel comfortable wearing a blazer, so she devised a desperate plan to wear a breastplate for practice all the time.
âI think a woman should do her best to avoid being touched in any way, but I donât see the point in asking for a normal response from you. Rather, I should ask if people around you are not suspicious about the unnaturalness of wearing a breastplate all the time?â
âAh, Cody asked me once, and I told him that it was so I was ready to fight at any moment, and he agreed.â
âI see... Cody made a wise decision.â
Claushezade had a faraway look in his eyes. Sheila had heard that for tired eyes, they should look at something green in the distance to make them relaxed.
âSpeaking of Cody, it seems he has always admired Claushezade-sensei.â
Sheila recalled the story about the youngest knight ever to join the Imperial Knights, which Cody had told her before with shining eyes.
âI heard that you joined the Order of the Imperial Knights at the age of . Thatâs amazing, isnât it? That was before you had even begun full-scale training, or rather, just after you entered the academy.â
âAt the time, the country was in the midst of a political upheaval, and all factions were short of personnel. I just happened to have had several opportunities to meet His Majesty the King, so I was trusted, regardless of my abilities.â
Claushezade replied without lifting his gaze from the paper.
âOh yes, Cody also mentioned something about a political change. But I didnât hear anything about that in Denan Village.â
âI suppose a village that deep in the mountains would have had nothing to do with such bloody talk of a political upheaval.â
âItâs in the countryside. But anyway, Claushezade-sensei, what exactly happened during the political upheaval? I would like to know more about it.â
The hand that was writing crisp, flowing letters stopped in its tracks.
â.... If you want to know, find out for yourself. If we conversed for a long time, your work will be delayed.â
Claushezade didnât look at Sheila. His peacock-colored eyes seemed to be skimming over the words, even though he was still staring at the paper as he had been earlier. It was difficult to read anything from his expressionless profile, but she no longer felt inclined to mention it further.
Perhaps sensing Sheilaâs silent concern, Claushezade unusually opened his mouth.
âI was still inexperienced at the time, so when I was entrusted with the major role as Felixâs bodyguard, I was quite nervous.â
Hearing his words, Sheila blinked. The only sound in the quiet room was the sound of a pen moving.
âEh... Are you talking about when you came to Denan Village? So, youâre saying that at that time, Claushezade-sensei was years old?â
Perhaps because Sheila had uttered that in such a low voice, Claushezade looked up quizzically.
âWhat does it matter?â
âI was four years old eleven years ago which means.... Does that mean Claushezade-sensei is now years old?! No way! I thought for sure you were close to !â
Claushezade shook his head as if his head hurt at the shocked Sheila.
â.... Was that all you noticed when you heard what I say?â
âHuh? Was there anything important other than the fact that Claushezade-sensei looked surprisingly old?â
â....â
Even though Sheila asked back earnestly, Claushezade fell silent and didnât tell her anything in the end.
Needless to say, the homework for that day was increased to three times the usual amount, once again.
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After dinner, Sheila, exhausted from struggling with her homework, staggered down the hallway.
She had worked as hard as she could, but she had only gotten a few pages done. She wondered if she would be able to finish it before the next meeting.
âUgh, Claushezade-sensei is too much of a devil... I still have a lot of work to do.â
While the students were finishing their baths, eating dinner, and relaxing, Sheila still had work to do. She had to clean the baths.
The bathhouse was large, and the bathtub was also huge. It was a lot of physical work to clean the bathtub by herself every day. Although she saw it positively as a way to build up her strength, she felt like she might fall apart when she was exhausted from studying.
Sheila took off her breastplate in the changing room and dressed lightly, in loungewear only. Rolling up her trousers to her knees, she forcibly exclaimed, âOkay.â
It was pretty hard work, but the reward of having the spacious bathtub all to herself made it all worth it.
At dinner time, Sheila felt embarrassed to be among the boys who smelled like soap. She wasnât a very feminine person, but she was still very uncomfortable when she was the only one who smelled like sweat, even though she cleaned off the minimum amount of dirt with a wet cloth. It felt as if all the little bit of femininity she had was being stripped from her.
âI wouldnât be doing this without a reward.â
First, she scooped up the floating hair and other suspended matter in the bathtub with a net and removed it. This alone would make a normal girl cry and hate it. It was just the dirty stain of sweaty men.
Sheila finished the job, taking care not to look directly at it. Next, she poured hot water over the entire bathroom and scrubbed it with a brush, starting from the edges. The steamy bathroom was hot, and her entire body was drenched in sweat as she worked. Her face was so hot that she felt like she was melting.
âThis might be as hard as class....â
Sheila took a deep breath while rotating her shoulders to loosen the tension in her right arm.
As she wiped the sweat from her face and looked up vaguely at the ceiling, she heard the door slam.
âââSheila.â
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Normally I would have shot my thead to avoid the danger, but this time I chose to fix my posture and land as is. Since Cloud woke up, I couldnât let him see something as unnatural as Lyell being here.
As the heavy impact resonated through my abdomen, I bent my knee to absorb the impact. As I supported my staggering body by putting a hand on the groundâdebris came crashing down on me.
âNgaaaaaaaahhhhh?!â
I ended up getting rolled up in the collapse with no means of escape, ending up under the rubble. I couldnât move only for a moment, but the underlings on the first floor used that timing to surround me.
All of them had bloodshot eyes already, making it apparent that they took the drug in question. A few of them were already starting to deviate from a human shape so it was clear that they overdosed. Their wide clothes were in tatters too, proof of their fierce fight against Den.
I tried to push the rubble aside and stand up to intercept them. But a moment before I did, the underlings flew straight up.
On the other side stood Den, his butler clothes also in tatters.
âLord Lyell... no, is that you Lady Nicole?â
âYeah, good job realizing it.â
âWell, it would be strange if Lord Lyell was here.â
âIt is as you can see.â
Being told so, I looked around. The place was so wrecked it could hardly be called a warehouse anymore. The partition walls were smashed along with every single wooden box, the liquid inside spilling all over.
With this, that new drug wouldnât make it into the market. Even as he talked to me, the underlings kept rushing at him.
He blocked the attack with one arm that he had raised overhead, and at the same time, cracks formed on the floor. It was apparent just how much force their attacks had behind them.
However, Den who could nonchalantly stop them was also something. Not just that, he easily swung his arm and drove a backhand blow into the side of the underlingâs face that just attacked him.
He flew into the air like a leaf, flying away in a spiral motion.
He received enough damage to insta-kill an average human, yet he was still squirming on the ground. Not only was their sense of pain cut off, even their life force seemed to have been strengthened quite a bit.
That much would be wonderful and all, but there was a limit to how strong a human could be. The reason they could exhibit that much power here meant that it would give equally strong side effects.
Next moment, three of them attacked Den together, but he punched two of them away. The remaining one punched his chest, making him retreat a step. That said, the underling that attacked him ended up taking more damage. His elbow broke and the fingers also bent in different directions.
Even so, the underlingâs expression showed no pain. He continued attacking as if possessed by something.
âDen, has it been like this from the start?â
âYes. I was having some trouble. It would be a pity to kill them, after all.â
As Den said, they did seem to have powers on the level of an Ogre, but Den had evolved to the point it was trivial to him. Still, he seemed to hold reservations on killing the underlings and the staff that were simply used.
âI see. Then leave it to me.â
I extended all ten of my threads and tied up the underlings one after another.
They naturally resisted with all they had, but my threads showed their strength in response. In other words, I wasnât binding them now with Nicole or Reidâs strength, but Lyellâs. Even with the power of an Ogre, they couldnât compete with my strength.
A few seconds after I extended my threads, all the underlings on the first floor had their arms and legs tied behind their backs like shrimps.
âWhy did you go for this pose...?â
Den asked me, feeling somewhat sympathetic for the underlings for ending up in this somewhat unshapely state.
âI mean, they would keep attacking even if their limbs get shredded right? So I tied them up in a way they would have trouble putting in power.â
I twisted their arms like chicken wings behind their back, while also bending their legs all the way to their waist.
The threads on their legs were wrapped around their backs, so if they tried to stretch their legs, it would just bend their backs instead and make them unable to endure that posture.
The only fault was that it looked extremely weird.
âWell, we canât just leave them like this, so we have to call guards.â
âIn that state?â
Denâs butler clothes were reduced to a pitiful state after that battle. He was a pretty boy, so everyone who saw that state would start imagining something immoral. The receptionist of the inn would probably be at the top of that list.
âCanât be helped. I will go call them, so keep watch over them until then.â
âUm, would it be alright?â
âIt will. I look like Lyell now. Moreover, you should hide so they donât capture you too, you know? Oh yeah, make sure to let Michelle and Cloud upstairs drink the antidote.â
âUnderstood.â
âAs for the situation... Right, the three watchmen above have switched to our side. It would be great if you can prearrange a story with them and make up an excuse about me.â
âPrearrange?â
âI said I was Nicole before them. And they also saw my transformation. I will have Maxwell handle them, so just make sure they donât say anything unnecessary until then.â
âI see. Why not just silence them?â
His idea was the most effective one. If we silenced them here, Nicoleâs transformation and the rest of the situation wouldnât come to light. But as I promised them, it would be too cold-hearted to back out now.
âDue to the circumstances, I promised to put a word in for them, so Iâd feel bad if we did that now.â
âAs expected of you, Lady Nicole, you look cruel but are actually kind.â
âIs that supposed to be sarcasm?â
âI would never.â
I threw the antidote bottle at Den while giving him instructions. When I reported this, the guards would probably rush there. If they saw a young boy in tattered clothes, they would naturally start suspecting something. Both Den and I had fishy backgrounds, so I didnât want us getting involved with guards as much as possible.
While I was off to report it, Den would have Michelle and others drink the medicine, warn the three watchmen to stay quiet, and hide so the guards wouldnât find him.
Doesnât it look like Den has way more things to do compared to me?
At any rate, unless I report this, curious onlookers would just barge in. If we donât get the guards to secure the perimeter, some people might accidentally inhale the drug.
Fortunately, my transformation would last for twenty four hours. There was enough time to go explain the situation and get the guards.
It would be a pain if the passersby saw me on the way, so I grabbed a random cloth and wrapped it around my face before rushing out of the warehouse.
When I arrived at the station, the guards first thought I was a suspicious person since I was hiding my face, but once they saw my face their attitudes did a degree turn. I explained the situation roughly and had them send soldiers there.
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âIt was really great, they even pressed the pressure points that help get prettier skin. You two should really give it a try it.â
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Schenna received her in her arms, and then they both blushed.
âSo youâre the type of person that jumps randomly... What would you have done if you had landed on the wrong spot though?â
â...Thanks. I felt like my body had become so much lighter so I couldnât hold back.â
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The surrounding people began cheering and clapping, but Petra looked frustrated as she tried to keep herself composed.
âWell, weâre going in now. Please wait for us together with Petra.â
âSure, make sure you enjoy your time inside.â
Schenna waved to Luthors as she entered the womenâs bath while Luthors saw her off.
Kishana and Grana went in after her. When they were in the dressing room, Kishana walked closer to Schenna with a big grin plastered on her face.
âAre you sure you didnât want to enter together as a couple?â
âWha...what are you talking about?!â
âSchenna-kun, playing dumb is a no-no. Your face clearly tells me you wanted to enter together with Luthors.â
âYou... you idiot! What are you talking about all of a sudden...â
Kishana knew she had hit the bullseye as she kept teasing Schenna.
There were plenty of other customers there as well, so Schenna was about to collapse without knowing where to let her eyes rest.
Grana took his clothes off without batting an eye, and when he saw how the other two were talking, he walked close to Schenna and whispered to her ear.
âIf you want to, I can transform into Luthors just for you.â
âI donât need you to worry about that, so just go wash your bodies and weâll go inside the hot springs!â
Schenna hurried to rinse her body before she entered the hot springs and tried to calm her feelings.
The other two followed her example and quickly entered the water, then moved closer to her and began examining their surroundings.
âIf this was our past life, we would definitely get arrested here, but no one cares here since we both have a nice rack now.â
âExactly. The rules where I come from have nothing against this either, so you can stare around as much as you want without feeling guilty.â
Grana let his body sink deeper as his eyes danced between all the other customers.
If Schenna could have a mind of steel like that, many of her troubles would have disappeared instantly, or so Schenna thought.
And just like Kishana had said, logically speaking there was no one who would blame Schenna for being there, so she should just ease up, but her old consciousness kept stopping her.
âWell...youâve always had that kind personality. Iâm not asking you to become like Grana, no one would want that, but at least Iâd like it if you would get used to seeing your best friend naked by now.â
Kishana got closer to Schenna, pressing her breasts against Schennaâs shoulder while she acted like a bewitching dark elf.
That drove Schennaâs embarrassment meter to the maximum so she fled sinking into the hot water.
âGood grief...you really are too troublesome for a best friend. I almost wish you and Grana could merge your traits somewhat.â
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Which of course, meant that the barrier used to block Ericâs holy sword became thinner.
And there was no way that the thinner barrier could block Ericâs holy sword.
Ericâs sword reached the man. However, in the last moment, the man dodged the attack with a move that seemed inhuman.
It was as if he were a soft creature with no bones in his body. Yes, in spite of appearances, he really was a monster.
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The strange voice rang as he moved away. However, Ericâs skill with the sword was not ordinary.
Even when swinging at such great speed, he was able to change its trajectory. And before I knew it, the holy sword had cut open the right side of the manâs stomach.
Still, it wasnât a lethal wound. And I had to admit that it was quite impressive.
That being said, the damage was still great. And so the speed at which he created barriers began to slow down just a little.
And yet the result was still that of someone who was several times faster than most first-rate sorcerers.
Though it still was too slow to block my magic lances. And they were also too thin.
His face contorted with pain. Even though he wasnât dying, he was taking heavy damage.
I could not help but be relieved then. Which was my mistake. Just then, Goranâs voice echoed.
âThis isnât over!â
His voice surprised me and a chill went down my spine.
An intense will to kill. I frantically rolled forward.
Immediately after, a slash attack that was so fast that my eyes could not follow it, moved where my neck had been.
He had come in behind me while escaping my notice. And the arm that had been cut off by the holy blade had been restored.
As I had lost my balance, he moved in for a follow up attack. It was just as I was going to put up a barrier...
âToo slow!â
Goranâs sword came in from the side and cut into the manâs left arm and body all at once.
His face twisted as he let out a cry of pain.
âThere were two of them?â
Eric shouted. He too could not hide his shock.
After all, the one that had been injured by his sword and my magic was still there.
âWe just need to kill both of them!â
Kathe shouted as her claws went into the one that had been cut by the holy sword.
He tried to escape her by jumping into the air, but Kathe was quicker. Her claws sank deep into his flesh.
Bloody bubbles poured from his mouth. And yet he was smiling.
There was a loud noise, and the man exploded. But it wasnât just an explosion.
His entire body was turning into a poisonous mist. And it was spreading with an explosive wind.
âItâs poison! Donât breathe it in!â
I shouted. At the same time, I tried to deal with it.
While creating a barrier around everyone, I used wind magic to push the poison mist outside.
âGood!â
It seemed to have worked. Protecting the party members was my important role.
âI see that this wonât be easy!â
The manâs voice came from behind me. At the same time, he slashed with his sword. I barely managed to block it with the Devil King Sword.
Apparently, this man was able to make duplicates of himself. If you allowed him, he would easily appear behind you.
âHow many of you are there?â
When I looked around, I saw that Eric, Goran and Kathe were also fighting.
And while they didnât seem to be losing, they didnât have a clear advantage either.
As the man and I traded blows, I muttered.
âWhat do you see? Did you see that youâre about to lose?â
He asked with a grin.
âNo, not that. You get weaker when you multiply, right?â
âWhat makes you think that?â
âWell, if that wasnât the case, you would bring out even more of them.â
âI understand how you desperately wish that were true.â
At the same time, another one appeared behind my back. Perhaps this was his way of proving that I was wrong.
However, I had anticipated this. The moment that he appeared, I grabbed his right wrist with my left hand.
All of them attacked the same way upon appearing, so it was easy to do this.
âYour attacks are simple. You idiot.â
And then I activated Drain Touch.
It was quick, and I sucked in everything that there was to suck.
âUGGOOOOAAAA!!â
All of the men shouted at the same time.
âSo, you really are connected.â
They werenât illusions. They were all his body, and he could control them.
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that they were connected magically.
Otherwise, their attacks would be simple, and their magic output would be very low.
These had been adjusted and their power distributed carefully, so that it would not be very obvious that they were weaker.
âUGAAAA!â
I continued to suck in his magic. The one I was draining directly was rapidly becoming dry.
And their movements also became slow.
Eric and the others were quick to take advantage of this.
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But over time, I've come to feel that the truth is irrelevant.
We call it finding meaning, but we might better call it forging meaning.
My last book was about how families manage to deal with various kinds of challenging or unusual offspring, and one of the mothers I interviewed, who had two children with multiple severe disabilities, said to me, "People always give us these little sayings like, 'God doesn't give you any more than you can handle,' but children like ours are not preordained as a gift.
They're a gift because that's what we have chosen."
We make those choices all our lives.
When I was in second grade, Bobby Finkel had a birthday party and invited everyone in our class but me.
My mother assumed there had been some sort of error, and she called Mrs. Finkel, who said that Bobby didn't like me and didn't want me at his party.
And that day, my mom took me to the zoo and out for a hot fudge sundae.
When I was in seventh grade, one of the kids on my school bus nicknamed me "Percy" as a shorthand for my demeanor, and sometimes, he and his cohort would chant that provocation the entire school bus ride, 45 minutes up, 45 minutes back, "Percy! Percy! Percy! Percy!"
When I was in eighth grade, our science teacher told us that all male homosexuals develop fecal incontinence because of the trauma to their anal sphincter.
And I graduated high school without ever going to the cafeteria, where I would have sat with the girls and been laughed at for doing so, or sat with the boys and been laughed at for being a boy who should be sitting with the girls.
I survived that childhood through a mix of avoidance and endurance.
What I didn't know then, and do know now, is that avoidance and endurance can be the entryway to forging meaning.
After you've forged meaning, you need to incorporate that meaning into a new identity.
You need to take the traumas and make them part of who you've come to be, and you need to fold the worst events of your life into a narrative of triumph, in response to things that hurt.
One of the other mothers I interviewed when I was working on my book had been raped as an adolescent, and had a child following that rape, which had thrown away her career plans and damaged all of her emotional relationships.
But when I met her, she was 50, and I said to her, "Do you often think about the man who raped you?"
And she said, "I used to think about him with anger, but now only with pity."
And I thought she meant pity because he was so unevolved as to have done this terrible thing.
And I said, "Pity?"
And she said, "Yes, because he has a beautiful daughter and two beautiful grandchildren and he doesn't know that, and I do.
So as it turns out, I'm the lucky one."
Some of our struggles are things we're born to: our gender, our sexuality, our race, our disability.
And some are things that happen to us: being a political prisoner, being a rape victim, being a Katrina survivor.
Identity involves entering a community to draw strength from that community, and to give strength there too.
It involves substituting "and" for "but" -- not "I am here but I have cancer," but rather, "I have cancer and I am here."
When we're ashamed, we can't tell our stories, and stories are the foundation of identity.
Forge meaning, build identity, forge meaning and build identity.
That became my mantra.
Forging meaning is about changing yourself.
Building identity is about changing the world.
All of us with stigmatized identities face this question daily: how much to accommodate society by constraining ourselves, and how much to break the limits of what constitutes a valid life?
Forging meaning and building identity does not make what was wrong right.
It only makes what was wrong precious.
In January of this year, I went to Myanmar to interview political prisoners, and I was surprised to find them less bitter than I'd anticipated.
Most of them had knowingly committed the offenses that landed them in prison, and they had walked in with their heads held high, and they walked out with their heads still held high, many years later.
Dr. Ma Thida, a leading human rights activist who had nearly died in prison and had spent many years in solitary confinement, told me she was grateful to her jailers for the time she had had to think, for the wisdom she had gained, for the chance to hone her meditation skills.
She had sought meaning and made her travail into a crucial identity.
But if the people I met were less bitter than I'd anticipated about being in prison, they were also less thrilled than I'd expected about the reform process going on in their country.
Ma Thida said, "We Burmese are noted for our tremendous grace under pressure, but we also have grievance under glamour," she said, "and the fact that there have been these shifts and changes doesn't erase the continuing problems in our society that we learned to see so well while we were in prison."
And I understood her to be saying that concessions confer only a little humanity, where full humanity is due, that crumbs are not the same as a place at the table, which is to say you can forge meaning and build identity and still be mad as hell.
I've never been raped, and I've never been in anything remotely approaching a Burmese prison, but as a gay American, I've experienced prejudice and even hatred, and I've forged meaning and I've built identity, which is a move I learned from people who had experienced far worse privation than I've ever known.
In my own adolescence, I went to extreme lengths to try to be straight.
I enrolled myself in something called sexual surrogacy therapy, in which people I was encouraged to call doctors prescribed what I was encouraged to call exercises with women I was encouraged to call surrogates, who were not exactly prostitutes but who were also not exactly anything else.
My particular favorite was a blonde woman from the Deep South who eventually admitted to me that she was really a necrophiliac and had taken this job after she got in trouble These experiences eventually allowed me to have some happy physical relationships with women, for which I'm grateful, but I was at war with myself, and I dug terrible wounds into my own psyche.
We don't seek the painful experiences that hew our identities, but we seek our identities in the wake of painful experiences.
We cannot bear a pointless torment, but we can endure great pain if we believe that it's purposeful.
Ease makes less of an impression on us than struggle.
We could have been ourselves without our delights, but not without the misfortunes that drive our search for meaning.
"Therefore, I take pleasure in infirmities," St. Paul wrote in Second Corinthians, "for when I am weak, then I am strong."
In 1988, I went to Moscow to interview artists of the Soviet underground, and I expected their work to be dissident and political.
But the radicalism in their work actually lay in reinserting humanity into a society that was annihilating humanity itself, as, in some senses, Russian society is now doing again.
One of the artists I met said to me, "We were in training to be not artists but angels."
In 1991, I went back to see the artists and I was with them during the putsch that ended the Soviet Union, and they were among the chief organizers of the resistance to that putsch.
And on the third day of the putsch, one of them suggested we walk up to Smolenskaya.
And we went there, and we arranged ourselves in front of one of the barricades, and a little while later, a column of tanks rolled up, and the soldier on the front tank said, "We have unconditional orders If you get out of the way, we don't need to hurt you, but if you won't move, we'll have no choice but to run you down."
And the artists I was with said, "Give us just a minute.
Give us just a minute to tell you why we're here."
And the soldier folded his arms, and the artist launched into a Jeffersonian panegyric to democracy such as those of us who live in a Jeffersonian democracy would be hard-pressed to present.
And they went on and on, and the soldier watched, and then he sat there for a full minute and looked at us so bedraggled in the rain, and said, "What you have said is true, and we must bow to the will of the people.
If you'll clear enough space for us to turn around, we'll go back the way we came."
And that's what they did.
Sometimes, forging meaning can give you the vocabulary you need to fight for your ultimate freedom.
Russia awakened me to the lemonade notion that oppression breeds the power to oppose it, and I gradually understood that as the cornerstone of identity.
It took identity to rescue me from sadness.
The gay rights movement posits a world in which my aberrances are a victory.
Identity politics always works on two fronts: to give pride to people who have a given condition or characteristic, and to cause the outside world to treat such people more gently and more kindly.
Those are two totally separate enterprises, but progress in each sphere reverberates in the other.
Identity politics can be narcissistic.
People extol a difference only because it's theirs.
People narrow the world and function in discrete groups without empathy for one another.
But properly understood and wisely practiced, identity politics should expand our idea of what it is to be human.
Identity itself should be not a smug label or a gold medal but a revolution.
I would have had an easier life if I were straight, but I would not be me, and I now like being myself better than the idea of being someone else, someone who, to be honest, I have neither the option of being nor the ability fully to imagine.
But if you banish the dragons, you banish the heroes, and we become attached to the heroic strain in our own lives.
I've sometimes wondered whether I could have ceased to hate that part of myself without gay pride's technicolor fiesta, of which this speech is one manifestation.
I used to think I would know myself to be mature when I could simply be gay without emphasis, but the self-loathing of that period left a void, and celebration needs to fill and overflow it, and even if I repay my private debt of melancholy, there's still an outer world of homophobia that it will take decades to address.
Someday, being gay will be a simple fact, free of party hats and blame, but not yet.
A friend of mine who thought gay pride was getting very carried away with itself, once suggested that we organize Gay Humility Week.
It's a great idea, but its time has not yet come.
And neutrality, which seems to lie halfway between despair and celebration, is actually the endgame.
In 29 states in the U.S., I could legally be fired or denied housing for being gay. In Russia, the anti-propaganda law has led to people being beaten in the streets.
Twenty-seven African countries have passed laws against sodomy, and in Nigeria, gay people can legally be stoned to death, and lynchings have become common.
In Saudi Arabia recently, two men who had been caught in carnal acts, were sentenced to 7,000 lashes each, and are now permanently disabled as a result.
So who can forge meaning and build identity?
Gay rights are not primarily marriage rights, and for the millions who live in unaccepting places with no resources, dignity remains elusive.
I am lucky to have forged meaning and built identity, but that's still a rare privilege, and gay people deserve more collectively than the crumbs of justice.
And yet, every step forward is so sweet.
In 2007, six years after we met, my partner and I decided to get married.
Meeting John had been the discovery of great happiness and also the elimination of great unhappiness, and sometimes, I was so occupied with the disappearance of all that pain that I forgot about the joy, which was at first the less remarkable part of it to me.
Marrying was a way to declare our love as more a presence than an absence.
Marriage soon led us to children, and that meant new meanings and new identities, ours and theirs.
I want my children to be happy, and I love them most achingly when they are sad.
As a gay father, I can teach them to own what is wrong in their lives, but I believe that if I succeed in sheltering them from adversity, I will have failed as a parent.
A Buddhist scholar I know once explained to me that Westerners mistakenly think that nirvana is what arrives when all your woe is behind you and you have only bliss to look forward to.
But he said that would not be nirvana, because your bliss in the present would always be shadowed by the joy from the past.
Nirvana, he said, is what you arrive at when you have only bliss to look forward to and find in what looked like sorrows the seedlings of your joy.
And I sometimes wonder whether I could have found such fulfillment in marriage and children if they'd come more readily, if I'd been straight in my youth or were young now, in either of which cases this might be easier.
Perhaps I could.
Perhaps all the complex imagining I've done could have been applied to other topics.
But if seeking meaning matters more than finding meaning, the question is not whether I'd be happier for having been bullied, but whether assigning meaning to those experiences has made me a better father.
I tend to find the ecstasy hidden in ordinary joys, because I did not expect those joys to be ordinary to me.
I know many heterosexuals who have equally happy marriages and families, but gay marriage is so breathtakingly fresh, and gay families so exhilaratingly new, and I found meaning in that surprise.
In October, it was my 50th birthday, and my family organized a party for me, and in the middle of it, my son said to my husband that he wanted to make a speech, and John said, "George, you can't make a speech. You're four."
"Only Grandpa and Uncle David and I are going to make speeches tonight."
But George insisted and insisted, and finally, John took him up to the microphone, and George said very loudly, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please."
And everyone turned around, startled.
And George said, "I'm glad it's Daddy's birthday.
I'm glad we all get cake.
And daddy, if you were little, I'd be your friend."
And I thought â Thank you.
I thought that I was indebted even to Bobby Finkel, because all those earlier experiences were what had propelled me to this moment, and I was finally unconditionally grateful for a life I'd once have done anything to change.
The gay activist Harvey Milk was once asked by a younger gay man what he could do to help the movement, and Harvey Milk said, "Go out and tell someone."
There's always somebody who wants to confiscate our humanity, and there are always stories that restore it.
If we live out loud, we can trounce the hatred and expand everyone's lives.
Forge meaning. Build identity.
Forge meaning.
Build identity.
And then invite the world to share your joy.
Thank you.
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âGroof?â
Grulf looked like he wanted to play more.
âItâs almost time for dinner. I have to prepare.â
âGroof!â
Grulf was very excited. His tail was wagging wildly.
He was reacting to the word âfood.â
âAfter all, Milka is busy helping Philly now.â
And so we would go out and buy some random groceries and come back and cook them.
Just simple stuff, like cooking meat and making soup.
As I was cooking, Grulf would run in a circle around me.
âDonât worry, Iâm making some for you too.â
When I was almost finished, Serulis came to the kitchen after finishing her bath.
Lord Gerberga was on her shoulder and Nia was also with her.
âIâll help you!â
âThank you. But Iâm mostly finished here.â
Nia bowed apologetically.
âItâs something that I should have done, and Iâm sorry to have forgotten.â
âDonât worry about it. Anyone who is free should do it.â
Perhaps they had smelled the food because now Milka and Luchila also arrived.
âThank you for preparing dinner for me!â
âThank you, Mister Locke.â
âWere you able to help Philly?â
âYes. Though, she was teaching us while we did it!â
âIt was very different from magic and quite interesting.â
Luchila and Milka were now interested in alchemy, it seemed.
They should learn everything that they could.
âAlright. Help me carry the food to the dining room now.â
âLeave it to me.â
And so we all worked together to carry the food to the dining room. Shia, Philly, and Tama were waiting there.
âI made some for you too, Tama.â
âWoof.â
Tamaâs tail wagged happily.
And so we all sat down to eat dinner.
âBy the way, Shia. What did you all receive yesterday?â
âMedals and reward money.â
The chiefs of the beastkin wolves had gathered together at the palace yesterday so Eric could reward them.
I did not attend. I didnât want to draw any attention.
âIt would affect the other nobles if he did. It is a very complicated matter.â
Philly said with a serious expression. Perhaps she was right.
When we were about halfway through with dinner:
âAh, I see you are all eating! Excuse me! I seem to have visited during dinner time again!â
Kathe said as she burst in energetically. She always seemed to visit when it was dinner.
âDo you want to eat too, Kathe?â
She always pretended to be modest. And as always, I answered,
âThank you!â
I put some food in front of her and she thanked me as she started to eat.
âGood! Itâs so good!â
As the person who made it, I knew it wasnât that great at all.
âItâs alright.â
âNo, itâs delicious!â
Still, it made me smile.
Besides, Kathe ate a lot. Which was always nice to see.
âBy the way, Kathe. What were you doing today?â
âI was patrolling the area around the water dragon settlement. To see if the dark ones have been up to anything.â
The barrier around the settlement had been broken on the day we crushed their main base.
The broken barrier was repaired with the power of all the water dragons and my own help, and now it was stronger than ever.
I had even added resistance to physical damage, so it would survive a meteor strike.
That being said, caution was still good.
So Katheâs efforts were much appreciated.
âDid you notice anything?â
âThere were lesser vampires and goblins. Thatâs all.â
â...Are you sure about that?â
âAbout what?â
âYou wouldnât be getting humans and goblins mixed up again, would you?â
Kathe said proudly.
âI am now able to tell humans and goblins apart.â
âOh, that is quite an achievement.â
âHehe. It is because I now meet you humans every day. It is only normal that I can tell the difference now.â
That is a very good thing.
Serulis said as she at her meat.
âBut why was the barrier broken in the first place?â
âThe obvious reason. They brought in magic machines that hadnât been activated yet.â
But there were magic circles that detected any enemy intruders.
And so the water dragons were aware of it and tried to stop them.
But the gate was suddenly attacked at the same time, and the main fighting force was lured away from the center of the barrier.
That gave the enemy an opportunity to destroy the core.
âThey were probably attacking the settlement every day so they could find the location of the core.â
The barrier that protected the base of the dark ones was very powerful, but the concealment magic was insufficient.
Perhaps it was the strength of the barrier that led them to believe that they didnât need to hide their core as much.
So we were able to find it quickly and drop down meteors.
However, the core of the settlement was hidden well.
And so it required many attacks to find it.
âBut we strengthened the concealment magic and changed the location as well. They wonât be able to get in so easily next time.â
âWould it be hard for you too, Mister Locke?â
âIt would be hard if I didnât know anything about it. It would take me a lot of time.â
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I suppose it was because they thought he was talking about the marriage proposals?
âWell then, letâs go, father.â
âMmm. Mr. Takumi...and good Leo. Please tell me about what happened in the drawing room.â
âYes.â âWuff.â
But Ms. Claireâs face switched to a smile in an instant, and she led her father to the drawing room. Mr. Ekenhart then told me and Leo to follow.
I could tell by the way that he addressed Leo that he was still nervous around her.
We both answered and then followed them to the drawing room.
In the meantime, the servants also began to leave in order to get back to their work.
Good work, all of you. I hope that next time, I will be able to watch you practice your greeting.
They were all in perfect sync, and so I thought it must be interesting to see if they were so perfect when practicing.
Well, if they even did practice.
We then entered the drawing room and sat down at the table.
Mr. Ekenhart sat in the center, while Ms. Claire and Tilura sat on either side. Sebastian stood right behind him.
Ms. Claire was holding Sherry.
I sat so that I would be facing everyone, and then Leo sat to the side, where a few chairs had been removed to make space for her.
Ms. Lyra and Ms. Gelda were waiting by the wall, so that they would be ready to pour some more tea when needed.
...I suppose I was placed here as my and Leoâs story was seen as the most important. But it made me a little nervous to be in this position...
Mr. Ekenhart was looking at me sternly and head on, and while Ms. Claire and Tilura were smiling, they seemed a little stiff, as if ready for a serious discussion.
It was starting to feel like an uncomfortable job interview.
âNow, since weâre all here and settled, letâs hear what Mr. Takumi has to say. Why is there a Silver Fenrir with you? They are monsters that do not obey humans.â âYes...â
And so for a while after that, I told him everything that I had already told Ms. Claire and the others.
How I had come from what I thought was another world, and that it was where I had first found Leo. How I had raised her. How I had suddenly woken up in the forest, and that Leo had turned into a Silver Fenrir. And how we wandered through the forest, and then encountered Ms. Claire as she was being attacked by an orc.
Mr. Ekenhart looked very distressed when I told him about the attack, but when I explained how Leo had saved her, his eyes welled up with tears and he thanked her.
He clearly cared about Ms. Claire a lot.
Though, the sight of this unkempt, bandit-like man crying had quite the impact...
And then I talked about my Gift, about exploring the forest with Ms. Claire, and about meeting Sherry. Sebastian also added to the story by telling him about how I had likely fainted due to using the Gift too much. And like that, I finished telling him everything.
Mr. Ekenhart had looked very agitated when I talked about Ms. Claireâs search for the fenrir, but he quickly calmed down, thanks to Ms. Claire and Sebastianâs efforts.
Yes, a father would be worried about his beloved daughter going deep into a dangerous forest.
â...I see... I understand your position now, Mr. Takumi. Still, whether itâs going into the forest alone to help Tilura, or taking the fenrir with you, so that itâs not attacked by monsters, you really are a sweet child, Claire... And Tilura, Iâm so glad that you are better...â
After everything I said...after all of Ms. Claire, Tilura, and Sebastianâs supplementary information, and Leoâs nodding and barking, that was the first thing Mr. Ekenhart said...
I understand that he doted on his daughters, but... Was that really the right reaction for the master of the house? I was starting to worry about the Liebert family.
Well, perhaps it was a good thing for a father to think about his daughters more than anything.
âAs Leo is here as proof, I must believe everything that youâve said, Mr. Takumi. After all, our family has strong ties with the Silver Fenrir.â
Ms. Claire had told me all about that.
How the founder had befriended a Silver Fenrir.
And so Mr. Ekenhart believed that I came from another world and that I had the Gift.
It was because Leo was here with me.
Obviously, I could easily prove that I had the Gift, but there was no way to prove that I was from another world...
I suppose I could make a show of what knowledge I had, but even that wasnât evidence.
âNow tell me...Mr. Takumi... Can you be sure...that your Leo will not hurt anyone?â
âYes, it should be fine. Leo is very fond of people, and will not bite without good reason. Isnât that right, Leo?â
âWuff.â
I said with a smile to the still suspicious duke. And then I asked Leo for confirmation.
Leo barked in agreement.
âI see...â
âFather. Leo has been very good to us. Donât worry, she will not harm anyone.â
âLeo is so cute. She lets me ride on her when she runs.â
Ms. Claire and Tilura tried to persuade him as well.
âTilura... So you rode on a Silver Fenrir...? And you were not hurt?â
âYes. Leo is so gentle. She ran carefully so that I wouldnât fall off!â
âWuff! Wuff!â
So Tilura had noticed that Leo had adjusted her speed while running.
Again, Leo nodded her head in agreement.
âI came here because I havenât seen you two in a while... And now there is a Silver Fenrir here, and Claire has a fenrir familiar...â
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The entire accident is caught on camera.
The driver pauses after hitting the child, his back wheels seen resting on her for over a second.
Within two minutes, three people pass two-year-old Wang Yue by.
The first walks around the badly injured toddler completely.
Others look at her before moving off.
Peter Singer: There were other people who walked past Wang Yue, and a second van ran over her legs before a street cleaner raised the alarm.
She was rushed to hospital, but it was too late. She died.
I wonder how many of you, looking at that, said to yourselves just now, "I would not have done that.
I would have stopped to help."
Raise your hands if that thought occurred to you.
As I thought, that's most of you.
And I believe you. I'm sure you're right.
But before you give yourself too much credit, look at this.
UNICEF reports that in 2011, 6.9 million children under five died from preventable, poverty-related diseases.
UNICEF thinks that that's good news because the figure has been steadily coming down from 12 million in 1990. That is good.
But still, 6.9 million is 19,000 children dying every day.
Does it really matter that we're not walking past them in the street?
Does it really matter that they're far away?
I don't think it does make a morally relevant difference.
The fact that they're not right in front of us, the fact, of course, that they're of a different nationality or race, none of that seems morally relevant to me.
What is really important is, can we reduce that death toll? Can we save some of those 19,000 children dying every day?
And the answer is, yes we can.
Each of us spends money on things that we do not really need.
You can think what your own habit is, whether it's a new car, a vacation or just something like buying bottled water when the water that comes out of the tap is perfectly safe to drink.
You could take the money you're spending on those unnecessary things and give it to this organization, the Against Malaria Foundation, which would take the money you had given and use it to buy nets like this one to protect children like this one, and we know reliably that if we provide nets, they're used, and they reduce the number of children dying from malaria, just one of the many preventable diseases
that are responsible for some of those 19,000 children dying every day.
Fortunately, more and more people are understanding this idea, and the result is a growing movement: effective altruism.
It's important because it combines both the heart and the head.
The heart, of course, you felt.
You felt the empathy for that child.
But it's really important to use the head as well to make sure that what you do is effective and well-directed, and not only that, but also I think reason helps us to understand that other people, wherever they are, are like us, that they can suffer as we can, that parents grieve for the deaths of their children, as we do, and that just as our lives and our well-being matter to us,
it matters just as much to all of these people.
So I think reason is not just some neutral tool to help you get whatever you want.
It does help us to put perspective on our situation.
And I think that's why many of the most significant people in effective altruism have been people who have had backgrounds in philosophy or economics or math.
And that might seem surprising, because a lot of people think, "Philosophy is remote from the real world; economics, we're told, just makes us more selfish, and we know that math is for nerds."
But in fact it does make a difference, and in fact there's one particular nerd who has been a particularly effective altruist because he got this.
This is the website of the Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, and if you look at the words on the top right-hand side, it says, "All lives have equal value."
That's the understanding, the rational understanding of our situation in the world that has led to these people being the most effective altruists in history, Bill and Melinda Gates and Warren Buffett.
No one, not Andrew Carnegie, not John D. Rockefeller, has ever given as much to charity as each one of these three, and they have used their intelligence to make sure that it is highly effective.
According to one estimate, the Gates Foundation has already saved 5.8 million lives and many millions more, people, getting diseases that would have made them very sick, Over the coming years, undoubtably the Gates Foundation is going to give a lot more, is going to save a lot more lives.
Well, you might say, that's fine if you're a billionaire, you can have that kind of impact.
But if I'm not, what can I do?
So I'm going to look at four questions that people ask that maybe stand in the way of them giving.
They worry how much of a difference they can make.
But you don't have to be a billionaire.
This is Toby Ord. He's a research fellow in philosophy at the University of Oxford.
He became an effective altruist when he calculated that with the money that he was likely to earn throughout his career, an academic career, he could give enough to cure 80,000 people of blindness in developing countries and still have enough left for a perfectly adequate standard of living.
So Toby founded an organization called Giving What We Can to spread this information, to unite people who want to share some of their income, and to ask people to pledge to give 10 percent of what they earn over their lifetime to fighting global poverty.
Toby himself does better than that.
He's pledged to live on 18,000 pounds a year -- that's less than 30,000 dollars -- and to give the rest to those organizations.
And yes, Toby is married and he does have a mortgage.
This is a couple at a later stage of life, Charlie Bresler and Diana Schott, who, when they were young, when they met, were activists against the Vietnam War, fought for social justice, didn't really do anything very active about those values, although they didn't abandon them.
And then, as they got to the age at which many people start to think of retirement, they returned to them, and they've decided to cut back on their spending, to live modestly, and to give both money and time to helping to fight global poverty.
Now, mentioning time might lead you to think, "Well, should I abandon my career and put all of my time into saving some of these 19,000 lives that are lost every day?"
One person who's thought quite a bit about this issue of how you can have a career that will have the biggest impact for good in the world is Will Crouch.
He's a graduate student in philosophy, and he's set up a website called 80,000 Hours, the number of hours he estimates most people spend on their career, to advise people on how to have the best, most effective career.
But you might be surprised to know that one of the careers that he encourages people to consider, is to go into banking or finance.
Why? Because if you earn a lot of money, you can give away a lot of money, and if you're successful in that career, you could give enough to an aid organization so that it could employ, let's say, five aid workers in developing countries, and each one of them would probably do about as much good as you would have done.
So you can quintuple the impact by leading that kind of career.
Here's one young man who's taken this advice.
His name is Matt Weiger.
He was a student at Princeton in philosophy and math, actually won the prize for the best undergraduate philosophy thesis last year when he graduated.
But he's gone into finance in New York.
He's already earning enough so that he's giving a six-figure sum to effective charities and still leaving himself with enough to live on.
Matt has also helped me to set up an organization that I'm working with that has the name taken from the title of a book I wrote, "The Life You Can Save," which is trying to change our culture if we're going to live an ethical life, it's not enough just to follow the thou-shalt-nots and not cheat, steal, maim, kill, but that if we have enough, we have to share some of that
with people who have so little.
And the organization draws together people of different generations, like Holly Morgan, who's an undergraduate, who's pledged to give 10 percent of the little amount that she has, and on the right, Ada Wan, who has worked directly for the poor, but has now gone to Yale to do an MBA to have more to give.
Many people will think, though, that charities aren't really all that effective.
So let's talk about effectiveness.
Toby Ord is very concerned about this, and he's calculated that some charities are hundreds or even thousands of times more effective than others, so it's very important to find the effective ones.
Take, for example, providing a guide dog for a blind person.
That's a good thing to do, right?
Well, right, it is a good thing to do, but you have to think what else you could do with the resources.
It costs about 40,000 dollars to train a guide dog and train the recipient so that the guide dog can be an effective help to a blind person.
It costs somewhere between 20 and 50 dollars to cure a blind person in a developing country if they have trachoma.
So you do the sums, and you get something like that.
You could provide one guide dog for one blind American, or you could cure between 400 and 2,000 people of blindness.
I think it's clear what's the better thing to do.
But if you want to look for effective charities, this is a good website to go to.
GiveWell exists to really assess the impact of charities, not just whether they're well-run, and it's screened hundreds of charities and currently is recommending only three, of which the Against Malaria Foundation is number one.
So it's very tough. If you want to look for other recommendations, thelifeyoucansave.com and Giving What We Can both have a somewhat broader list, but you can find effective organizations, and not just in the area of saving lives from the poor.
I'm pleased to say that there is now also a website looking at effective animal organizations.
That's another cause that I've been concerned about all my life, the immense amount of suffering that humans inflict on literally tens of billions of animals every year.
So if you want to look for effective organizations to reduce that suffering, you can go to Effective Animal Activism.
And some effective altruists think it's very important to make sure that our species survives at all.
So they're looking at ways to reduce the risk of extinction.
Here's one risk of extinction that we all became aware of recently, when an asteroid passed close to our planet.
Possibly research could help us not only to predict the path of asteroids that might collide with us, but actually to deflect them.
So some people think that would be a good thing to give to.
There's many possibilities.
My final question is, some people will think it's a burden to give.
I don't really believe it is.
I've enjoyed giving all of my life since I was a graduate student.
It's been something fulfilling to me.
Charlie Bresler said to me that he's not an altruist.
He thinks that the life he's saving is his own.
And Holly Morgan told me that she used to battle depression until she got involved with effective altruism, and now is one of the happiest people she knows.
I think one of the reasons for this is that being an effective altruist helps to overcome what I call the Sisyphus problem.
Here's Sisyphus as portrayed by Titian, condemned by the gods to push a huge boulder up to the top of the hill.
Just as he gets there, the effort becomes too much, the boulder escapes, rolls all the way down the hill, he has to trudge back down to push it up again, and the same thing happens again and again for all eternity.
Does that remind you of a consumer lifestyle, where you work hard to get money, you spend that money on consumer goods which you hope you'll enjoy using?
But then the money's gone, you have to work hard to get more, spend more, and to maintain the same level of happiness, it's kind of a hedonic treadmill.
You never get off, and you never really feel satisfied.
Becoming an effective altruist gives you that meaning and fulfillment.
It enables you to have a solid basis for self-esteem on which you can feel your life was really worth living.
I'm going to conclude by telling you while I was writing this talk just a month or so ago.
It's from a man named Chris Croy, who I'd never heard of.
This is a picture of him showing him recovering from surgery.
Why was he recovering from surgery?
The email began, "Last Tuesday, I anonymously donated my right kidney to a stranger.
That started a kidney chain which enabled four people to receive kidneys."
There's about 100 people each year in the U.S.
and more in other countries who do that.
I was pleased to read it. Chris went on to say that he'd been influenced by my writings in what he did.
Well, I have to admit, I'm also somewhat embarrassed by that, because I still have two kidneys.
But Chris went on to say that he didn't think that what he'd done was all that amazing, because he calculated that the number of life-years that he had added to people, the extension of life, if you gave 5,000 dollars to the Against Malaria Foundation.
And that did make me feel a little bit better, because I have given more than 5,000 dollars to the Against Malaria Foundation and to various other effective charities.
So if you're feeling bad because you still have two kidneys as well, there's a way for you to get off the hook.
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When I first saw Pixar's "Luxo Jr.," I was amazed by how much emotion they could put into something as trivial as a desk lamp.
I mean, look at them -- at the end of this movie, you actually feel something for two pieces of furniture.
And I said, I have to learn how to do this.
So I made a really bad career decision.
And that's what my mom was like when I did it.
I left a very cozy tech job in Israel at a nice software company and I moved to New York to study animation.
And there I lived in a collapsing apartment building in Harlem with roommates.
I'm not using this phrase metaphorically -- the ceiling actually collapsed one day in our living room.
Whenever they did news stories about building violations in New York, they would put the report in front of our building, as kind of, like, a backdrop to show how bad things are.
Anyway, during the day, I went to school and at night I would sit and draw frame by frame of pencil animation.
And I learned two surprising lessons.
One of them was that when you want to arouse emotions, it doesn't matter so much how something looks; it's all in the motion, in the timing of how the thing moves.
And the second was something one of our teachers told us.
He actually did the weasel in "Ice Age."
And he said, "As an animator, you're not a director -- you're an actor."
So, if you want to find the right motion for a character, don't think about it -- go use your body to find it.
Stand in front of a mirror, act it out in front of a camera -- whatever you need -- and then put it back in your character.
A year later I found myself at MIT in the Robotic Life Group.
It was one of the first groups researching the relationships between humans and robots.
And I still had this dream to make an actual, physical Luxo Jr. lamp.
But I found that robots didn't move at all in this engaging way that I was used to from my animation studies.
Instead, they were all -- how should I put it -- they were all kind of robotic.
And I thought, what if I took whatever I learned in animation school, and used that to design my robotic desk lamp.
So I went and designed frame by frame to try to make this robot as graceful and engaging as possible.
And here when you see the robot interacting with me on a desktop -- and I'm actually redesigning the robot, so, unbeknownst to itself, it's kind of digging its own grave by helping me.
I wanted it to be less of a mechanical structure giving me light, and more of a helpful, kind of quiet apprentice that's always there when you need it and doesn't really interfere.
And when, for example, I'm looking for a battery that I can't find, in a subtle way, it'll show me where the battery is.
So you can see my confusion here.
I'm not an actor.
And I want you to notice how the same mechanical structure can, at one point, just by the way it moves, seem gentle and caring and in the other case, seem violent and confrontational.
And it's the same structure, just the motion is different.
Actor: "You want to know something? Well, you want to know something?
He was already dead!
Just laying there, eyes glazed over!"
But, moving in a graceful way is just one building block of this whole structure called human-robot interaction.
I was, at the time, doing my PhD, I was working on human-robot teamwork, teams of humans and robots working together.
I was studying the engineering, the psychology, the philosophy of teamwork, and at the same time, I found myself in my own kind of teamwork situation, with a good friend of mine, who's actually here.
And in that situation, we can easily imagine robots in the near future being there with us. It was after a Passover Seder.
We were folding up a lot of folding chairs, and I was amazed at how quickly we found our own rhythm.
Everybody did their own part, we didn't have to divide our tasks.
We didn't have to communicate verbally about this -- it all just happened.
And I thought, humans and robots don't look at all like this.
When humans and robots interact, it's much more like a chess game: the human does a thing, the robot analyzes whatever the human did, the robot decides what to do next, plans it and does it.
Then the human waits, until it's their turn again.
So it's much more like a chess game, and that makes sense, because chess is great for mathematicians and computer scientists.
It's all about information, analysis, decision-making and planning.
But I wanted my robot to be less of a chess player, and more like a doer that just clicks and works together.
So I made my second horrible career choice: I decided to study acting for a semester.
I took off from the PhD, I went to acting classes.
I actually participated in a play -- I hope thereâs no video of that around still.
And I got every book I could find about acting, including one from the 19th century that I got from the library.
And I was really amazed, because my name was the second name on the list -- the previous name was in 1889.
And this book was kind of waiting for 100 years to be rediscovered for robotics.
And this book shows actors how to move every muscle in the body to match every kind of emotion that they want to express.
But the real revelation was when I learned about method acting.
It became very popular in the 20th century. And method acting said you don't have to plan every muscle in your body; instead, you have to use your body to find the right movement.
You have to use your sense memory to reconstruct the emotions and kind of think with your body to find the right expression -- improvise, play off your scene partner. And this came at the same time as I was reading about this trend in cognitive psychology, called embodied cognition, which also talks about the same ideas.
We use our bodies to think; we don't just think with our brains and use our bodies to move, but our bodies feed back into our brain to generate the way that we behave.
And it was like a lightning bolt.
I went back to my office, I wrote this paper, which I never really published, called "Acting Lessons for Artificial Intelligence."
And I even took another month to do what was then the first theater play with a human and a robot acting together.
That's what you saw before with the actors.
And I thought: How can we make an artificial intelligence model -- a computer, computational model -- that will model some of these ideas of improvisation, of taking risks, of taking chances, even of making mistakes?
Maybe it can make for better robotic teammates.
So I worked for quite a long time on these models and I implemented them on a number of robots.
Here you can see a very early example with the robots trying to use this embodied artificial intelligence to try to match my movements as closely as possible.
It's sort of like a game.
Let's look at it.
You can see when I psych it out, it gets fooled.
And it's a little bit like what you might see actors do when they try to mirror each other to find the right synchrony between them.
And then, I did another experiment, and I got people off the street to use the robotic desk lamp, and try out this idea of embodied artificial intelligence.
So, I actually used two kinds of brains for the same robot.
The robot is the same lamp that you saw, and I put two brains in it.
For one half of the people, I put in a brain that's kind of the traditional, calculated robotic brain.
It waits for its turn, it analyzes everything, it plans.
Let's call it the calculated brain.
The other got more the stage actor, risk-taker brain.
Let's call it the adventurous brain.
It sometimes acts without knowing everything it has to know.
It sometimes makes mistakes and corrects them.
And I had them do this very tedious task that took almost 20 minutes, and they had to work together, somehow simulating, like, a factory job of repetitively doing the same thing.
What I found is that people actually loved the adventurous robot.
They thought it was more intelligent, more committed, a better member of the team, contributed to the success of the team more.
They even called it "he" and "she," whereas people with the calculated brain called it "it," and nobody ever called it "he" or "she."
When they talked about it after the task, with the adventurous brain, they said, "By the end, we were good friends and high-fived mentally."
Whatever that means.
Sounds painful.
Whereas the people with the calculated brain said it was just like a lazy apprentice.
It only did what it was supposed to do and nothing more, which is almost what people expect robots to do, so I was surprised that people had higher expectations of robots than what anybody in robotics thought robots should be doing.
And in a way, I thought, maybe it's time -- just like method acting changed the way people thought about acting in the 19th century, from going from the very calculated, planned way of behaving, to a more intuitive, risk-taking, embodied way of behaving -- maybe it's time for robots to have the same kind of revolution.
A few years later, I was at my next research job at Georgia Tech in Atlanta, and I was working in a group dealing with robotic musicians.
And I thought, music: that's the perfect place to look at teamwork, coordination, timing, improvisation -- and we just got this robot playing marimba.
And the marimba, for everybody like me, it was this huge, wooden xylophone.
And when I was looking at this, I looked at other works in human-robot improvisation -- yes, there are other works in human-robot improvisation -- and they were also a little bit like a chess game.
The human would play, the robot analyzed what was played, and would improvise their own part.
So, this is what musicians called a call-and-response interaction, and it also fits very well robots and artificial intelligence.
But I thought, if I use the same ideas I used in the theater play and in the teamwork studies, maybe I can make the robots jam together like a band.
Everybody's riffing off each other, nobody is stopping for a moment.
And so I tried to do the same things, this time with music, where the robot doesn't really know what it's about to play, it just sort of moves its body and uses opportunities to play, and does what my jazz teacher when I was 17 taught me.
She said, when you improvise, sometimes you don't know what you're doing, and you still do it.
So I tried to make a robot that doesn't actually know what it's doing, but is still doing it.
So let's look at a few seconds from this performance, where the robot listens to the human musician and improvises.
And then, look how the human musician also responds to what the robot is doing and picking up from its behavior, and at some point can even be surprised by what the robot came up with.
Being a musician is not just about making notes, otherwise nobody would ever go see a live show.
Musicians also communicate with their bodies, with other band members, with the audience, they use their bodies to express the music.
And I thought, we already have a robot musician on stage, why not make it be a full-fledged musician?
And I started designing a socially expressive head for the robot.
The head doesnât actually touch the marimba, it just expresses what the music is like.
These are some napkin sketches from a bar in Atlanta that was dangerously located exactly halfway between my lab and my home.
So I spent, I would say, on average, three to four hours a day there.
And I went back to my animation tools and tried to figure out not just what a robotic musician would look like, but especially what a robotic musician would move like, to sort of show that it doesn't like what the other person is playing -- and maybe show whatever beat it's feeling at the moment.
So we ended up actually getting the money to build this robot, which was nice.
I'm going to show you now the same kind of performance, this time with a socially expressive head.
And notice one thing -- how the robot is really showing us the beat it's picking up from the human, while also giving the human a sense that the robot knows what it's doing.
And also how it changes the way it moves as soon as it starts its own solo.
Now it's looking at me, showing that it's listening.
Now look at the final chord of the piece again.
And this time the robot communicates with its body when it's busy doing its own thing, and when it's ready to coordinate the final chord with me.
Thanks. I hope you see how much this part of the body that doesn't touch the instrument actually helps with the musical performance.
And at some point -- we are in Atlanta, so obviously some rapper will come into our lab at some point -- and we had this rapper come in and do a little jam with the robot.
Here you can see the robot basically responding to the beat.
Notice two things: one, how irresistible it is to join the robot while it's moving its head.
You kind of want to move your own head when it does it.
And second, even though the rapper is really focused on his iPhone, as soon as the robot turns to him, he turns back.
So even though it's just in the periphery of his vision, in the corner of his eye, it's very powerful.
And the reason is that we can't ignore physical things moving in our environment.
We are wired for that.
So if you have a problem -- maybe your partner is looking at their iPhone or smartphone too much -- you might want to have a robot there to get their attention.
Just to introduce the last robot that we've worked on, it came out of something surprising that we found: Some point people didn't care about the robot being intelligent, able to improvise and listen, and do all these embodied intelligence things that I spent years developing.
They really liked that the robot was enjoying the music. And they didn't say the robot was moving to the music, they said "enjoying" the music.
And we thought, why don't we take this idea, and I designed a new piece of furniture.
This time it wasn't a desk lamp, it was a speaker dock, one of those things you plug your smartphone in.
And I thought, what would happen if your speaker dock didn't just play the music for you, but would actually enjoy it, too?
And so again, here are some animation tests from an early stage.
And this is what the final product looked like.
So, a lot of bobbing heads.
A lot of bobbing heads in the audience, so we can still see robots influence people.
And it's not just fun and games.
I think one of the reasons I care so much about robots that use their body to communicate and use their body to move is -- I'm going to let you in on a little secret we roboticists are hiding -- is that every one of you is going to be living with a robot at some point in your life.
Somewhere in your future, there will be a robot in your life.
If not in yours, your children's lives.
And I want these robots to be more fluent, more engaging, more graceful than currently they seem to be.
And for that I think maybe robots need to be less like chess players and more like stage actors and more like musicians.
Maybe they should be able to take chances and improvise.
Maybe they should be able to anticipate what you're about to do.
Maybe they even need to be able to make mistakes and correct them, because in the end, we are human.
And maybe as humans, robots that are a little less than perfect are just perfect for us.
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Have you ever found yourself at a restaurant spacing out just doing this over and over?
Some people nodding yes.
Recently, I showed this to my students, and I just asked them to try and explain why it happened.
The questions and conversations that followed were fascinating.
Check out this video that Maddie from my period three class sent me that evening.
Now obviously, as Maddie's chemistry teacher, I love that she went home and continued to geek out about this kind of ridiculous demonstration that we did in class.
But what fascinated me more is that Maddie's curiosity took her to a new level.
If you look inside that beaker, you might see a candle.
Maddie's using temperature to extend this phenomenon to a new scenario.
You know, questions and curiosity like Maddie's are magnets that draw us towards our teachers, and they transcend all technology or buzzwords in education.
But if we place these technologies before student inquiry, we can be robbing ourselves of our greatest tool as teachers: our students' questions.
For example, flipping a boring lecture from the classroom to the screen of a mobile device might save instructional time, but if it is the focus of our students' experience, it's the same dehumanizing chatter just wrapped up in fancy clothing.
But if instead we have the guts to confuse our students, perplex them, and evoke real questions, through those questions, we as teachers have information that we can use to tailor robust and informed methods of blended instruction.
So, 21st-century lingo jargon mumbo jumbo aside, the truth is, I've been teaching for 13 years now, and it took a life-threatening situation to snap me out of 10 years of pseudo-teaching and help me realize that student questions are the seeds of real learning, not some scripted curriculum that gave them tidbits of random information.
In May of 2010, at 35 years old, with a two-year-old at home and my second child on the way, I was diagnosed with a large aneurysm at the base of my thoracic aorta.
This led to open-heart surgery. This is the actual real email from my doctor right there.
Now, when I got this, I was -- press Caps Lock -- absolutely freaked out, okay?
But I found surprising moments of comfort in the confidence that my surgeon embodied.
Where did this guy get this confidence, the audacity of it?
So when I asked him, he told me three things.
He said first, his curiosity drove him to ask hard questions about the procedure, about what worked and what didn't work.
Second, he embraced, and didn't fear, the messy process of trial and error, the inevitable process of trial and error.
And third, through intense reflection, he gathered the information that he needed to design and revise the procedure, and then, with a steady hand, he saved my life.
Now I absorbed a lot from these words of wisdom, and before I went back into the classroom that fall, I wrote down three rules of my own that I bring to my lesson planning still today.
Rule number one: Curiosity comes first.
Questions can be windows to great instruction, but not the other way around.
Rule number two: Embrace the mess.
We're all teachers. We know learning is ugly.
And just because the scientific method is allocated to page five of section 1.2 of chapter one of the one that we all skip, okay, trial and error can still be an informal part of what we do every single day at Sacred Heart Cathedral in room 206.
And rule number three: Practice reflection.
What we do is important. It deserves our care, but it also deserves our revision.
Can we be the surgeons of our classrooms?
As if what we are doing one day will save lives.
Our students our worth it.
And each case is different.
All right. Sorry.
The chemistry teacher in me just needed to get that out of my system before we move on.
So these are my daughters.
On the right we have little Emmalou -- Southern family.
And, on the left, Riley.
Now Riley's going to be a big girl in a couple weeks here.
She's going to be four years old, and anyone who knows a four-year-old knows that they love to ask, "Why?"
Yeah. Why.
I could teach this kid anything because she is curious about everything.
We all were at that age.
But the challenge is really for Riley's future teachers, How will they grow this curiosity?
You see, I would argue that Riley is a metaphor for all kids, and I think dropping out of school comes in many different forms -- to the senior who's checked out before the year's even begun or that empty desk in the back of an urban middle school's classroom.
But if we as educators leave behind this simple role as disseminators of content and embrace a new paradigm as cultivators of curiosity and inquiry, we just might bring a little bit more meaning to their school day, and spark their imagination.
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Now, 60 years later, I'm here to tell you why it's possible.
When I was about five years old, Mr. Ford made his predictions, I was living in a rural part of Canada, on the side of a mountain in a very isolated area.
Getting to school, for a kid that was actually pretty short for his age, through the Canadian winter, was not a pleasant experience.
It was a trying and scary thing At the end of my first year in school, in the summer of that year, I discovered a couple hummingbirds that were caught in a shed near my home.
They'd worn themselves out, beating themselves against the window, and, well, they were easy to capture.
I took them outside and as I let them go, that split second, even though they were very tired, then zipped off into the distance.
I thought, what a great way to get to school.
For a kid at that age, this was like infinite speed, disappearing, and I was very inspired by that.
And so the next -- over the next six decades, believe it or not, I've built a number of aircraft, with the goal of creating something that could do for you, or me, what the hummingbird does, and give you that flexibility.
I've called this vehicle, generically, a volantor, after the Latin word "volant," meaning, to fly in a light, nimble manner.
Volantor-like helicopter, perhaps.
The FAA, the controlling body above all, calls it a "powered lift aircraft."
And they've actually issued a pilot's license -- a powerlift pilot's license -- for this type of aircraft.
It's closer than you think. It's kind of remarkable when you consider that there are no operational powered lift aircraft.
So for once, perhaps, the government is ahead of itself.
The press calls my particular volantor a "Skycar."
that's why it's given the X designation, but it's a four-passenger aircraft that could take off vertically, like a helicopter -- therefore it doesn't need an airfield.
On the ground, it's powered electrically.
It's actually classified as a motorcycle because of the three wheels, which is a great asset because it allows you, theoretically, to use this on the highways in most states, and actually in all cities.
So that's an asset because if you've got to deal with the crash protection issues of the automobile, forget it -- you're never going to fly it.
One could say that a helicopter does pretty much what the hummingbird does, and gets around in much the same way, and it's true, but a helicopter is a very complex device.
It's expensive -- so expensive that very few people could own or use it.
It's often been described because of its fragile nature and its complexity, flying in formation.
Another difference, and I have to describe this, another great difference between the helicopter in my case the Skycar volantor -- is the experience that I've had in flying both of those.
In a helicopter you feel -- and it's still a remarkable sensation -- you feel like you're being hauled up from above by a vibrating crane.
When you get in the Skycar -- and I can tell you, there's only one other person that's flown it, but he had the same sensation -- you really feel like you're being lifted up by a magic carpet, without any vibration whatsoever. The sensation is unbelievable.
And it's been a great motivator.
I only get to fly this vehicle occasionally, and only when I can persuade my stockholders to let me do so, but it's still one of those wonderful experiences that reward you for all that time.
What we really need is something to replace the automobile for those 50-plus mile trips.
Very few people realize that 50 mile-plus trips make up 85 percent of the miles traveled in America.
If we can get rid of that, then the highways will now be useful to you, as contrasted by what's happening in many parts of the world today.
On this next slide, is an interesting history of what we really have seen in infrastructure, because whether I give you a perfect Skycar, the perfect vehicle for use, it's going to have very little value to you unless you've got a system to use it in.
I'm sure any of you have asked the question, yeah, are there great things up there -- what am I going to do, get up there?
It's bad enough on a highway, what's it going to be like to be in the air?
This world that you're going to be talking about tomorrow is going to be completely integrated. You're not going to be a pilot, you're going to be a passenger.
And it's the infrastructure that really determines whether this process goes forward.
I can tell you, technically we can build Skycars -- my God, we went to the moon!
The technology there was much more difficult than what I'm dealing with here.
But we have to have these priority changes, we have to have infrastructure to go with this.
Historically you see that we got around 200 years ago by canals, and as that system disappeared, were replaced by railroads.
As that disappeared we came in with highways.
But if you look at that top corner -- the highway system -- you see where we are today. Highways are no longer being built, and that's a fact. You won't see any additional highways in the next 10 years.
However, the next 10 years, if like the last 10 years, we're going to see 30 percent more traffic.
And where is that going to lead you to?
So the issue then, I've often asked, is when is it going to happen?
When are we going to be able to have these vehicles?
And of course, if you ask me, I'm going to give you a really optimistic view.
After all, I've been spending 60 years here believing it's going to happen tomorrow.
So, I'm not going to quote myself on this.
I'd prefer to quote someone else, who testified with me before Congress, of the future of this type of aircraft.
Now I would argue, actually, if you look at the fact that on the highways today, you're only averaging about 30 miles per hour -- on average, according to the DOT -- the Skycar travels at over 300 miles an hour, up to 25,000 feet.
And so, in effect, you could see perhaps a tenfold increase in the ability to get around as far as speed is concerned.
Unbeknownst to many of you, the highway in the sky that I'm talking about here has been under construction for 10 years.
It makes use of the GPS -- you're familiar with GPS in your automobile, but you may not be familiar with the fact that there's a GPS U.S., there's a Russian GPS, and there's a new GPS system going to Europe, called Galileo.
With those three systems, you have what is always necessary -- a level of redundancy that says, if one system fails, you'll still have a way to make sure that you're being controlled.
Because if you're in this world, where computers are controlling what you're doing, it's going to be very critical that something can't fail on you.
How would a trip in a Skycar work?
Well, you can't right now take off from your home because it's too noisy.
I mean to be able to take off from your home, you'd have to be extremely quiet.
But it's still fairly quiet.
You'd motor, electrically, to a vertiport, which may be a few blocks, maybe even a few miles away.
This is clearly, as I said earlier, a roadable aircraft, and you're not going to spend that much time on the road.
After all, if you can fly like that, why are you going to drive around on a highway?
Go to a local vertiport, plug in your destination, delivered almost like a passenger.
You can play computer games, you can sleep, you can read on the way.
This is the world -- there won't be you as a pilot. And I know the pilots in the audience aren't going to like that -- and I've had a lot of bad feedback from people who want to be up there, flying around and experiencing that.
And of course, I suppose like recreational parks you can still do that.
But the vehicle itself is going to be a very, very controlled environment.
Or it's going to have no use to you as a person who might use such a system.
We flew the first vehicle for the international press in 1965, when I really got it started.
I was a professor at the U.C. Davis System, and I got a lot of excitement around this, and I was able to fund the initiation of the program back in that time.
And then through the various years we invented various vehicles.
Actually the critical point was in 1989, when we demonstrated the stability of this vehicle -- how completely stable it was in all circumstances, which is of course very critical.
Still not a practical vehicle during all of this, but moving in the right direction, we believe.
Finally, in the early part of -- or actually the middle of 2002, we flew the 400 -- M400, which was the four-passenger vehicle.
In this case here, we're flying it remotely, as we always did at the beginning.
And we had very small power plants in it at this time.
We are now installing larger powerplants, which will make it possible for me to get back on board.
A vertical-takeoff aircraft is not the safest vehicle during the test flight program.
There's an old adage that applied for the years between 1950s and 1970s, was working on vertical-takeoff aircraft.
A vertical-takeoff aircraft needs an artificial stabilization system -- that's essential.
At least for the hover, and the low-speed flight.
If that single-stability system, that brain that flies that aircraft, fails, or if the engine fails, that vehicle crashes. There is no option to that.
And the adage that I'm referring to, that applied at that time, was that nothing comes down faster than a VTOL aircraft upside down.
That's a macabre comment because we lost a lot of pilots.
In fact, the aircraft companies gave up on vertical-takeoff aircraft more or less for a number of years.
And there's really only one operational aircraft in the world today that's a vertical-takeoff aircraft -- as distinct from a helicopter -- and that's the Hawker Harrier jump jet.
A vertical-takeoff aircraft, like the hummingbird, has a very high metabolism, which means it requires a lot of energy.
Getting that energy is very, very difficult. It all comes down to that power plant -- how to get a large amount of power in a small package.
Fortunately, Dr. Felix Wankel invented the rotary engine.
it's small, it's vibration-free.
It fits exactly where we need to fit it, right in the center of the hubs of the ducts in the system -- very critical. In fact that engine -- for those who are into the automobile -- know that it recently is applied to the RX8 -- the Mazda.
And that sportscar won Sports Car of the Year.
Wonderful engine.
In that application, it generates one horsepower per pound, which is twice as good as your car engine today, but only half of what we need.
My company has spent 35 years and many millions of dollars taking that rotary engine, which was invented in the late '50s, and getting it to the point that we get over two horsepower per pound, reliably, and critical.
We actually get 175 horsepower into one cubic foot.
We have eight engines in this vehicle.
We have four computers. We have two parachutes.
Redundancy is the critical issue here.
If you want to stay alive you've got to have backups.
And we have actually flown this vehicle and lost an engine, and continued to hover.
The computers back up each other. There's a voting system -- if one computer is not agreeing with the other three, it's kicked out of the system.
And then you have three -- you still have the triple redundancy.
If one of those fails, you still have a second chance.
If you stick around, then good luck.
There won't be a third chance.
The parachutes are there -- hopefully, more for psychological than real reasons, but they will be an ultimate backup if it comes to that.
I'd like to show you an animation in this next one, which is one element of the Skycar's use, but it's one that demonstrates how it could be used.
You could think of it personally in your own terms, of how you might use it.
Video: Skycar dispatched, launch rescue vehicle for San Francisco.
Paul Moller: I believe that personal transportation in something like the Skycar, probably in another volantor form as well, will be a significant part of our lives, as Dr. Goldin says, within the next 10 years.
And it's going to change the demographics in a very significant way.
If you can live 75 miles from San Francisco and get there in 15 minutes, you're going to sell your 700,000-dollar apartment, buy an upscale home on the side of a mountain, buy a Skycar, which I think would be priced at that time perhaps that's a very significant incentive for getting out of San Francisco.
But you better be the first one out of town as the real estate values go to hell.
Developing the Skycar has been a real challenge.
Obviously I'm dependent on a lot of other people believing in what I'm doing -- both financially and in technical help.
And that has -- you run into situations where you have this great acceptance of what you're doing, and a lot of rejection of the same kind of thing.
I characterized this emerging technology in an aphorism, as it's described, which really talks about what I've experienced, and I'm sure what other people may have experienced in emerging technologies.
There's an interesting poll that came out recently under NAS -- I think it's MSNBC -- in which they asked the question, "Are you in the market for a volantor?"
Twenty-three percent said, "Yes, as soon as possible."
Forty-seven percent -- yes, as soon as they could -- price could come down.
Twenty-three percent said, "As soon as it's proven safe."
Only seven percent said that they wouldn't consider buying a Skycar.
I'm encouraged by that. At least it makes me feel like, to some extent, it is becoming self-evident.
That we need an alternative to the automobile, at least for those 50-mile trips and more, so that the highways become usable in today's world.
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And Zuckerberg said, "A squirrel dying in your front yard may be more relevant to your interests right now than people dying in Africa."
And I want to talk about what a Web based on that idea of relevance might look like.
So when I was growing up in a really rural area in Maine, the Internet meant something very different to me.
It meant a connection to the world.
It meant something that would connect us all together.
And I was sure that it was going to be great for democracy and for our society.
But there's this shift in how information is flowing online, and it's invisible.
And if we don't pay attention to it, it could be a real problem.
So I first noticed this in a place I spend a lot of time -- my Facebook page.
I'm progressive, politically -- big surprise -- but I've always gone out of my way to meet conservatives.
I like hearing what they're thinking about; I like seeing what they link to; I like learning a thing or two.
And so I was surprised when I noticed one day that the conservatives had disappeared from my Facebook feed.
And what it turned out was going on was that Facebook was looking at which links I clicked on, and it was noticing that, actually, I was clicking more on my liberal friends' links than on my conservative friends' links.
And without consulting me about it, it had edited them out.
They disappeared.
So Facebook isn't the only place that's doing this kind of invisible, algorithmic editing of the Web.
Google's doing it too.
If I search for something, and you search for something, even right now at the very same time, we may get very different search results.
Even if you're logged out, one engineer told me, there are 57 signals that Google looks at -- everything from what kind of computer you're on to what kind of browser you're using to where you're located -- that it uses to personally tailor your query results.
Think about it for a second: there is no standard Google anymore.
And you know, the funny thing about this is that it's hard to see.
You can't see how different your search results are from anyone else's.
But a couple of weeks ago, I asked a bunch of friends to Google "Egypt" and to send me screen shots of what they got.
So here's my friend Scott's screen shot.
And here's my friend Daniel's screen shot.
When you put them side-by-side, you don't even have to read the links to see how different these two pages are.
But when you do read the links, it's really quite remarkable.
Daniel didn't get anything about the protests in Egypt at all in his first page of Google results.
Scott's results were full of them.
And this was the big story of the day at that time.
That's how different these results are becoming.
So it's not just Google and Facebook either.
This is something that's sweeping the Web.
There are a whole host of companies that are doing this kind of personalization.
Yahoo News, the biggest news site on the Internet, is now personalized -- different people get different things.
Huffington Post, the Washington Post, the New York Times -- all flirting with personalization in various ways.
And this moves us very quickly toward a world in which the Internet is showing us what it thinks we want to see, but not necessarily what we need to see.
As Eric Schmidt said, "It will be very hard for people to watch or consume something that has not in some sense been tailored for them."
So I do think this is a problem.
And I think, if you take all of these filters together, you take all these algorithms, you get what I call a filter bubble.
And your filter bubble is your own personal, unique universe of information that you live in online.
And what's in your filter bubble depends on who you are, and it depends on what you do.
But the thing is that you don't decide what gets in.
And more importantly, you don't actually see what gets edited out.
So one of the problems with the filter bubble was discovered by some researchers at Netflix.
And they were looking at the Netflix queues, and they noticed something kind of funny that a lot of us probably have noticed, which is there are some movies that just sort of zip right up and out to our houses.
They enter the queue, they just zip right out.
So "Iron Man" zips right out, and "Waiting for Superman" can wait for a really long time.
What they discovered was that in our Netflix queues there's this epic struggle going on between our future aspirational selves and our more impulsive present selves.
You know we all want to be someone who has watched "Rashomon," but right now we want to watch "Ace Ventura" for the fourth time.
So the best editing gives us a bit of both.
It gives us a little bit of Justin Bieber and a little bit of Afghanistan.
It gives us some information vegetables; it gives us some information dessert.
And the challenge with these kinds of algorithmic filters, these personalized filters, is that, because they're mainly looking at what you click on first, it can throw off that balance.
And instead of a balanced information diet, you can end up surrounded by information junk food.
What this suggests is actually that we may have the story about the Internet wrong.
In a broadcast society -- this is how the founding mythology goes -- in a broadcast society, there were these gatekeepers, the editors, and they controlled the flows of information.
And along came the Internet and it swept them out of the way, and it allowed all of us to connect together, and it was awesome.
But that's not actually what's happening right now.
What we're seeing is more of a passing of the torch from human gatekeepers to algorithmic ones.
And the thing is that the algorithms don't yet have the kind of embedded ethics that the editors did.
So if algorithms are going to curate the world for us, if they're going to decide what we get to see and what we don't get to see, then we need to make sure that they're not just keyed to relevance.
We need to make sure that they also show us things that are uncomfortable or challenging or important -- this is what TED does -- other points of view.
And the thing is, we've actually been here before as a society.
In 1915, it's not like newspapers were sweating a lot about their civic responsibilities.
Then people noticed that they were doing something really important.
a functioning democracy if citizens didn't get a good flow of information, that the newspapers were critical because they were acting as the filter, and then journalistic ethics developed.
It wasn't perfect, but it got us through the last century.
And so now, we're kind of back in 1915 on the Web.
And we need the new gatekeepers to encode that kind of responsibility into the code that they're writing.
I know that there are a lot of people here from Facebook and from Google -- Larry and Sergey -- people who have helped build the Web as it is, and I'm grateful for that.
But we really need you to make sure that these algorithms have encoded in them a sense of the public life, a sense of civic responsibility.
We need you to make sure that they're transparent enough that we can see what the rules are that determine what gets through our filters.
And we need you to give us some control so that we can decide what gets through and what doesn't. Because I think we really need the Internet to be that thing that we all dreamed of it being.
We need it to connect us all together.
We need it to introduce us to new ideas and new people and different perspectives.
And it's not going to do that if it leaves us all isolated in a Web of one.
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With a face like The Screamâs [i] cry, he examined his own body.
The first thing he did was inspect his head. His head was the edible part of a pumpkin, though there were three black holes in it that were barely distinguishable from the rest of the body. Despite the solid outer skin of the pumpkin, the holes can move in response to his emotions and words.
By covering these holes with his hands, he could tell that the top two holes were made for eyes, while the bottom hole was designed to be a mouth. The mouth component, on the other hand, did not appear to breathe but vibrated the air around it.
Moving on to the body part, this one appeared to be a pumpkin with its vine, leaves, and roots all intact... well, the exact definition of a pumpkin.
The only difference was that all the leaves and root hairs seemed to be able to be controlled by his will if he was conscious of them, and if he exerted himself, he could make the vines slightly firmer.
But in the end, the conclusion was:
I still have no understanding of how this happened!!
Well, I didnât reckon that a cursory examination of the body would reveal the reason as to how things came to be!
But still! Even so! At least leave me a few hints!
I mean, even a boring game or quiz questions where no clues are given would be preferable, wouldnât it!
Having inwardly relieved himself of all exasperation, he mused about the future as he sucked up a moderate amount of water from the stream and photosynthesized in the sunlight.
For starters, there was absolutely no way he could go to the village where he awakened.
After all, he has been branded a monster, and if he returned to the village where he had awoken as a crop, he would be served as a pumpkin stew at best or incinerated at worst if he returned.
Then what about reaching a major city or something like that....
âI guess... thatâs impossible huh.â
He looked at the vines he recognized as his own hands.
Since those old men regarded him as a monster, the majority of humans would likewise recognize him as a monster, and the reaction of the people in the major cities might be harsher on account of their lack of tolerance.
âWhere am I in the first place?â
Looking around, he recalled the scene when he was flying over the forest.
He wasnât an expert on plants and couldnât identify them all, but he did not have any recollection of a place where the entire field of view was a carpet of green. Furthermore, he didnât recall any place where the vegetation would be like a Japanese undeveloped woodland near a populated area, let alone a tropical rainforest like the Amazon.
âYeah. It couldnât be that I am being possessed by a pumpkin in another world, right?â
That was how he reached that conclusion based on the current situation.
âImpossible, definitely impossible. That kind of thing is... huh?â
Then just as he was about to burst out laughing at his own thoughts, a sound like a branch snapping caused him to turn his head in the other direction.
There it was, a huge boar-like creature.
âHahaha...â
âBumo.â
The boarâs fangs were crimson phosphorescent, its eyes were abnormally bloodshot, and the saliva that leaked from its mouth emitted a faint smoke along with a sound as if it was burning something as it struck the ground, therefore he characterized it as boar-like.
Even if he was mistaken in calling it a boar, there was no such creature on Earth. Even if there were, it would certainly be classified as a UMA [ii] , thus it would be more logical to dismiss it as a non-existent creature.
Therefore, he was certain about this.
He had arrived in another world.
âAs if this is the time to get sentimental!â
The boar-like creature charged at him with ferocious force.
Its eyes were bloodshot, and to tell the truth, he was incredibly frightened by it.
âAt any rate, I shall flee into the sky!â
âBumo!?â
With the same sensation that he experienced when he escaped from the village, he quickly gathered up his vines and flew through the air to evade the boarâs charge.
As a result, the boar plunged into the stream with a loud splash, perhaps not anticipating his evasive maneuver.
He observed the boar from the air, which was watching him while moving in a circular motion under him.
If it was as he expected, fleeing would be fine as long as the boar canât fly, but his instincts whispered to him that he should learn at an early stage how far he can go with this body, which led him to consider how to deal with the boar.
To start with, the threatening part of the boarâs body would be its tusks, which could easily pierce through his head. It will undoubtedly kill him once its fangs penetrate his skull.
The second problem was its acidic drool as well as its massive physique. Although a little bit of drool making contact with him might be okay, considering the fact that it can dissolve even tree roots and stones, it would be better not to be exposed to it as much as possible. As for the huge body... an explanation would be practically unnecessary. Being crushed by it would normally result in fatality, and the force of the thrust would also be dangerous. Since kinetic energy corresponds to mass and velocity, this should come as no surprise.
âTherefore, my means of attack is...â
Judging from the feeling he had when he punched out the old farmer, it would be safe to assume that the vines possessed a certain degree of strength.
So, as for his current means of attack, there were two options: either to strike the boar with this hardened vine or tighten it around its neck. No, assuming all went well, he might be able to puncture the boar with the vine.
In that case, the only thing left to do would be to determine whether or not he could break through that boarâs apparently solid skin protection... The only way to know for sure was to give it a go.
âOkay, letâs go.â
He stiffened the vines by focusing all of his energy into them.
âBumon!â
âWhoa!?â
He struck at the boarâs head as if to whip it, but it repelled his attack and sought to sever the vines with its fangs in retaliation, prompting him to pull back his vines and retreat.
âMuu. As I expected, it wouldnât be effective...â
With this outcome, he decided that he had no choice except to tighten his grasp on the boar and seek an opening.
However, as typical of a wild beast, the boar did not leave any openings and was wary of him.
At a short distance from the boar, after gathering the vines for smooth mobility, he lowered his altitude and provoked the boar with his hand.
Whether the boar responded to this provocation or viewed it as an opportunity escaped his knowledge, but it surged towards him with great vigor.
âThis is it!â
âBu...!?â
And when the boar was right in front of him, he leaped on top of the boar and restrained it by twisting vines around its neck, mouth, and limbs, followed by a gradual tightening of the vines.
âBumo...â
Although the boar struggled to free itself from the restraints, he was determined to remain victorious, so he tightened the restraints and locked in on the boar.
This, nevertheless, will not suffice. The boar was after all mightier than him, and despite the increased strength of the bound vines, the restraints were on the verge of being snapped.
If this were the case, the aim would be a one-hit kill.
â!?â
With a vine that has been hardened at the tip, he thrust it into the eyes, the part of the boarâs body that was not covered by the firm skin.
The boar went berserk even more aggressively compared to earlier, but following his instinct, he began to set up roots in the boarâs eyes, absorbing the boarâs fluids and blood at once in a manner akin to sucking up water.
âHah hah... I did it!â
The boar eventually ceased thrashing and collapsed to the ground, its whole bodily fluid having been drained out of it, leaving it to dry out like a mummy slowly but surely.
âIâve sucked it all uppppp!!â
And then a squeal of delight rose up from his strangely glistening body.
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Right then, Princess Leea seemed to have sensed that things had calmed down, and so she began to talk.
âLocke. That bomb must have been so frightening.â
âAh, Leea. Yes, you must be careful not to touch anything you find that looks suspicious.â
âYes, I know that.â
âMister Locke. We should think of some kind of security measure as well.â
âMister Morris. Do you have any ideas?â
âYes. We could use the water dragon barrier...â
And so Morris began to explain his idea in detail.
He was going to use the water dragon barrier and add the ability to detect explosives.
But it would require very complicated techniques.
I had only just started to learn about the magic that water dragons used. There was still so much left to learn.
âYou can do such a thing?â
âIt is incredibly difficult... But I will try.â
âThank you. If it turns out to be possible, it would be a great help.â
As Morris and I talked about it, Leeaâs voice came on again.
â...Um, Locke. Please donât be too angry if Morris fails at doing it.â
âDonât worry. I never had any intention of blaming him.â
âLocke. You are so kind.â
So, it was so difficult that even Leea was worried that Morris wouldnât be able to do it.
âI will help Morris as well.â
âThatâs comforting.â
âYes. I will do my best.â
Leea seemed very determined.
And then I spoke to Morris.
âIf there is anything that I can do, just let me know.â
âYes... It would be easier to do it if I could see the actual bomb.â
âUnfortunately, it exploded...â
The bomb was a magic tool that used mana.
The runes and magic circuits were all converted into energy that spread out.
Thatâs how they raised its power. And so nothing but the mana remained.
So it was difficult to find out what it had been once it exploded.
âIt exploded just as we tried to analyze it...â
âSo even you, Locke, were unable to find out its structure?â
Well, it had been Luchila who was trying to analyze it. Perhaps I would have learned something had I been the one to do it.
That being said, I had been watching it intently from the back. And while it wasnât enough, I did know a few things.
âLuchila. While you didnât have long to look at it, tell Mister Morris what you did find out.â
Luchila was waiting close by.
âUh, yes. But I really donât know much...â
âMiss Luchila, I would be grateful for any information no matter how small. Please.â
âI understand.â
And so Luchila started to explain. While it had been brief, she had analyzed quite a lot.
Morris was quite impressed.
âThatâs all I know. Did you realize anything else, Mister Locke?â
Luchila had noticed that I was watching too.
âIndeed. But you learned a lot in a short amount of time. I donât have much to add.â
âThank you.â
âBut if I were to add one thing...â
And so I told Morris what Luchila had failed to realize.
âThatâs amazing. I didnât notice that...â
âVery good, Locke. And of course, you too, Luchila.â
âWhat do you think? Can you do it?â
âI was able to gain more information than I was expecting. So I think it should be fine.â
âThatâs good.â
Once we had finished exchanging information about the bomb, Morris said:
â...Mister Locke. I hope that my son isnât causing you too much trouble?â
Morris sounded very worried. Of course, he was talking about Mors.
Mors had stayed at Dantonâs mansion in order to help strengthen it.
âMors was a great help to us. Thank you.â
âYes. Mors did amazingly. He did so much.â
Kathe also gave her approval.
âI am glad to hear that. By the way, where is he now?â
Perhaps Morris wanted to talk to his son.
âWe had him stay with Danton.â
âDid he do something wrong...â
âNo, itâs not like that. I told him that I didnât mind, but he refused to ride on my back.â
âI see. Well, that is only proper. It would have been unforgivable for him to ride on your back, Your Majesty.â
â...Kathe. When will you learn? You are the Wind Dragon Ruler.â
Apparently, riding on someoneâs back had a significant meaning in dragon culture.
âHmph. But itâs faster that way...â
Kathe did not seem very moved by their opinions.
âTo us, riding on someoneâs back carries a special meaning.â
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You might say the future is small.
As an engineer, I'm inspired by this miniaturization revolution in computers.
As a physician, I wonder whether we could use it to reduce the number of lives lost due to one of the fastest-growing diseases on Earth: cancer.
Now when I say that, what most people hear me say is that we're working on curing cancer.
And we are.
But it turns out that there's an incredible opportunity to save lives through the early detection and prevention of cancer.
Worldwide, over two-thirds of deaths due to cancer are fully preventable using methods that we already have in hand today.
Things like vaccination, timely screening and of course, stopping smoking.
But even with the best tools and technologies that we have today, some tumors can't be detected until 10 years after they've started growing, when they are 50 million cancer cells strong.
What if we had better technologies to detect some of these more deadly cancers sooner, when they could be removed, when they were just getting started?
Let me tell you about how miniaturization might get us there.
This is a microscope in a typical lab that a pathologist would use for looking at a tissue specimen, like a biopsy or a pap smear.
This $7,000 microscope would be used by somebody with years of specialized training to spot cancer cells.
This is an image from a colleague of mine at Rice University, What she and her team have done is miniaturize that whole microscope into this $10 part, and it fits on the end of an optical fiber.
Now what that means is instead of taking a sample from a patient and sending it to the microscope, you can bring the microscope to the patient.
And then, instead of requiring a specialist to look at the images, you can train the computer to score normal versus cancerous cells.
Now this is important, because what they found working in rural communities, is that even when they have a mobile screening van that can go out into the community and perform exams and collect samples and send them to the central hospital for analysis, that days later, women get a call with an abnormal test result and they're asked to come in.
Fully half of them don't turn up because they can't afford the trip.
With the integrated microscope and computer analysis, Rebecca and her colleagues have been able to create a van that has both a diagnostic setup and a treatment setup.
And what that means is that they can do a diagnosis and perform therapy on the spot, so no one is lost to follow up.
That's just one example of how miniaturization can save lives.
Now as engineers, we think of this as straight-up miniaturization.
You took a big thing and you made it little.
But what I told you before about computers was that they transformed our lives when they became small enough for us to take them everywhere.
So what is the transformational equivalent like that in medicine?
Well, what if you had a detector that was so small that it could circulate in your body, find the tumor all by itself and send a signal to the outside world?
It sounds a little bit like science fiction.
But actually, nanotechnology allows us to do just that.
Nanotechnology allows us to shrink the parts that make up the detector from the width of a human hair, which is 100 microns, to a thousand times smaller, which is 100 nanometers.
And that has profound implications.
It turns out that materials actually change their properties at the nanoscale.
You take a common material like gold, and you grind it into dust, into gold nanoparticles, and it changes from looking gold to looking red.
If you take a more exotic material like cadmium selenide -- forms a big, black crystal -- if you make nanocrystals out of this material and you put it in a liquid, and you shine light on it, they glow.
And they glow blue, green, yellow, orange, red, depending only on their size.
It's wild! Can you imagine an object like that in the macro world?
It would be like all the denim jeans in your closet are all made of cotton, but they are different colors depending only on their size.
So as a physician, what's just as interesting to me is that it's not just the color of materials that changes at the nanoscale; the way they travel in your body also changes.
And this is the kind of observation that we're going to use to make a better cancer detector.
So let me show you what I mean.
This is a blood vessel in the body.
Surrounding the blood vessel is a tumor.
We're going to inject nanoparticles into the blood vessel and watch how they travel from the bloodstream into the tumor.
Now it turns out that the blood vessels of many tumors are leaky, and so nanoparticles can leak out from the bloodstream into the tumor.
Whether they leak out depends on their size.
So in this image, the smaller, hundred-nanometer, blue nanoparticles are leaking out, and the larger, 500-nanometer, red nanoparticles are stuck in the bloodstream.
So that means as an engineer, depending on how big or small I make a material, I can change where it goes in your body.
In my lab, we recently made a cancer nanodetector that is so small that it could travel into the body and look for tumors.
We designed it to listen for tumor invasion: the orchestra of chemical signals that tumors need to make to spread.
For a tumor to break out of the tissue that it's born in, it has to make chemicals called enzymes to chew through the scaffolding of tissues.
We designed these nanoparticles to be activated by these enzymes.
One enzyme can activate a thousand of these chemical reactions in an hour.
Now in engineering, we call that one-to-a-thousand ratio a form of amplification, and it makes something ultrasensitive.
So we've made an ultrasensitive cancer detector.
OK, but how do I get this activated signal to the outside world, where I can act on it?
For this, we're going to use one more piece of nanoscale biology, and that has to do with the kidney.
The kidney is a filter.
Its job is to filter out the blood and put waste into the urine.
It turns out that what the kidney filters is also dependent on size.
So in this image, what you can see is that everything smaller than five nanometers is going from the blood, through the kidney, into the urine, and everything else that's bigger is retained.
OK, so if I make a 100-nanometer cancer detector, I inject it in the bloodstream, it can leak into the tumor where it's activated by tumor enzymes to release a small signal that is small enough to be filtered out of the kidney and put into the urine, I have a signal in the outside world that I can detect.
OK, but there's one more problem.
This is a tiny little signal, so how do I detect it?
Well, the signal is just a molecule.
They're molecules that we designed as engineers.
They're completely synthetic, and we can design them so they are compatible with our tool of choice.
If we want to use a really sensitive, fancy instrument called a mass spectrometer, then we make a molecule with a unique mass.
Or maybe we want make something that's more inexpensive and portable.
Then we make molecules that we can trap on paper, like a pregnancy test.
In fact, there's a whole world of paper tests that are becoming available in a field called paper diagnostics.
Alright, where are we going with this?
What I'm going to tell you next, as a lifelong researcher, represents a dream of mine.
I can't say that's it's a promise; it's a dream.
But I think we all have to have dreams to keep us pushing forward, even -- and maybe especially -- cancer researchers.
I'm going to tell you what I hope will happen with my technology, that my team and I will put our hearts and souls into making a reality.
OK, here goes.
I dream that one day, instead of going into an expensive screening facility to get a colonoscopy, or a mammogram, or a pap smear, that you could get a shot, wait an hour, and do a urine test on a paper strip.
I imagine that this could even happen without the need for steady electricity, or a medical professional in the room.
Maybe they could be far away and connected only by the image on a smartphone.
Now I know this sounds like a dream, but in the lab we already have this working in mice, for the detection of lung, colon and ovarian cancer.
And I hope that what this means is that one day we can detect tumors in patients sooner than 10 years after they've started growing, in all walks of life, all around the globe, and that this would lead to earlier treatments, and that we could save more lives than we can today, with early detection.
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But it's a technology so pervasive, so invisible, that we, for a long time, forgot to take it into account when we talked about human evolution.
But we see the results of this technology, still.
So let's make a little test.
So everyone of you turns to their neighbor please.
Turn and face your neighbors.
Please, also on the balcony.
Smile. Smile. Open the mouths.
Smile, friendly.
Do you -- Do you see any Canine teeth?
Count Dracula teeth in the mouths of your neighbors?
Of course not.
Because our dental anatomy is actually made, not for tearing down raw meat from bones or chewing fibrous leaves for hours.
It is made for a diet which is soft, mushy, which is reduced in fibers, which is very easily chewable and digestible.
Sounds like fast food, doesn't it.
It's for cooked food.
We carry in our face the proof that cooking, food transformation, made us what we are.
So I would suggest that we change how we classify ourselves.
We talk about ourselves as omnivores.
I would say, we should call ourselves coctivors -- from coquere, to cook.
We are the animals who eat cooked food.
No, no, no, no. Better -- to live of cooked food.
So cooking is a very important technology.
It's technology.
I don't know how you feel, but I like to cook for entertainment.
And you need some design So, cooking is a very important technology, because it allowed us to acquire what brought you all here: the big brain, this wonderful cerebral cortex we have.
Because brains are expensive.
Those have to pay tuition fees know.
But it's also, metabolically speaking, expensive.
You now, our brain is two to three percent of the body mass, but actually it uses 25 percent of the total energy we use.
It's very expensive.
Where does the energy come from. Of course, from food.
If we eat raw food, we cannot release really the energy.
So this ingenuity of our ancestors, to invent this most marvelous technology.
Invisible -- everyone of us does it every day, so to speak.
Cooking made it possible that mutations, natural selections, our environment, could develop us.
So if we think about this unleashing human potential, which was possible by cooking and food, why do we talk so badly about food?
Why is it always do and don'ts and it's good for you, it's not good for you?
I think the good news for me would be if we could go back and talk about the unleashing, the continuation of the unleashing of human potential.
Now, cooking allowed also that we became a migrant species.
We walked out of Africa two times.
We populated all the ecologies.
If you can cook, nothing can happen to you, because whatever you find, you will try to transform it.
It keeps also your brain working.
Now the very easy and simple technology which was developed actually runs after this formula.
Take something which looks like food, transform it, and it gives you a good, very easy, accessible energy.
This technology affected two organs, the brain and the gut, which it actually affected.
The brain could grow, but the gut actually shrunk.
Okay, it's not obvious to be honest.
But it shrunk to 60 percent of primate gut of my body mass.
So because of having cooked food, it's easier to digest.
Now having a large brain, as you know, is a big advantage, because you can actually influence your environment.
You can influence your own technologies you have invented.
You can continue to innovate and invent.
Now the big brain did this also with cooking.
But how did it actually run this show?
How did it actually interfere?
What kind of criteria did it use?
And this is actually taste reward and energy.
You know we have up to five tastes, three of them sustain us.
Sweet -- energy.
Umami -- this is a meaty taste.
You need proteins for muscles, recovery.
Salty, because you need salt, otherwise your electric body will not work.
And two tastes which protect you -- bitter and sour, poisonous and rotten material.
But of course, they are hard-wired but we use them still in a sophisticated way.
Think about bittersweet chocolate; or think about the acidity of yogurt -- wonderful -- mixed with strawberry fruits.
So we can make mixtures of all this kind of thing because we know that, in cooking, we can transform it to the form.
Reward: this is a more complex and especially integrative form of our brain with various different elements -- the external states, our internal states, how do we feel, and so on are put together.
And something which maybe you don't like but you are so hungry that you really will be satisfied to eat.
So satisfaction was a very important part.
And as I say, energy was necessary.
Now how did the gut actually participate in this development?
And the gut is a silent voice -- it's going more for feelings.
I use the euphemism digestive comfort -- actually -- it's a digestive discomfort, which the gut is concerned with.
If you get a stomach ache, if you get a little bit bloated, was not the right food, was not the right cooking manipulation or maybe other things went wrong.
So my story is a tale of two brains, because it might surprise you, our gut has a full-fledged brain.
All the managers in the room say, "You don't tell me something new, because we know, gut feeling.
This is what we are using."
And actually you use it and it's actually useful.
Because our gut is connected to our emotional limbic system, they do speak with each other and make decisions.
But what it means to have a brain there is that, not only the big brain has to talk with the food, the food has to talk with the brain, because we have to learn actually how to talk to the brains.
Now if there's a gut brain, we should also learn to talk with this brain.
Now 150 years ago, anatomists described very, very carefully -- here is a model of a wall of a gut.
I took the three elements -- stomach, small intestine and colon.
And within this structure, you see these two pinkish layers, which are actually the muscle.
And between this muscle, they found nervous tissues, a lot of nervous tissues, which penetrate actually the muscle -- penetrate the submucosa, where you have all the elements for the immune system.
The gut is actually the largest immune system, It penetrates the mucosa.
This is the layer which actually touches the food you are swallowing and you digest, which is actually the lumen.
Now if you think about the gut, the gut is -- if you could stretch it -- 40 meters long, the length of a tennis court.
If we could unroll it, get out all the folds and so on, it would have 400 sq. meters of surface.
And now this brain takes care over this, to move it with the muscles and to do defend the surface and, of course, digest our food we cook.
So if we give you a specification, this brain, which is autonomous, have 500 million nerve cells, 100 million neurons -- so around the size of a cat brain, so there sleeps a little cat -- thinks for itself, optimizes whatever it digests.
It has 20 different neuron types.
It's got the same diversity you find actually in a pig brain, where you have 100 billion neurons.
It has autonomous organized microcircuits, has these programs which run.
It senses the food; it knows exactly what to do.
It senses it by chemical means and very importantly by mechanical means, because it has to move the food -- it has to mix all the various elements which we need for digestion.
This control of muscle is very, very important, because, you know, there can be reflexes.
If you don't like a food, especially if you're a child, you gag.
It's this brain which makes this reflex.
And then finally, it controls also the secretion of this molecular machinery, which actually digests the food we cook.
Now how do the two brains work with each other?
I took here a model from robotics -- it's called the Subsumption Architecture.
What it means is that we have a layered control system.
The lower layer, our gut brain, has its own goals -- digestion defense -- and we have the higher brain with the goal of integration and generating behaviors.
Now both look -- and this is the blue arrows -- both look to the same food, which is in the lumen and in the area of your intestine.
The big brain integrates signals, which come from the running programs of the lower brain, But subsumption means that the higher brain can interfere with the lower.
It can replace, or it can inhibit actually, signals.
So if we take two types of signals -- a hunger signal for example.
If you have an empty stomach, your stomach produces a hormone called ghrelin.
It's a very big signal; it's sent to the brain says, "Go and eat."
You have stop signals -- we have up to eight stop signals.
At least in my case, they are not listened to.
So what happens if the big brain in the integration overrides the signal?
So if you override the hunger signal, you can have a disorder, which is called anorexia.
a healthy hunger signal, the big brain ignores it and activates different programs in the gut.
The more usual case is overeating.
It actually takes the signal and changes it, and we continue, even [though] our eight signals would say, "Stop, enough.
We have transferred enough energy."
Now the interesting thing is that, along this lower layer -- this gut -- the signal becomes stronger and stronger if undigested, but digestible, material could penetrate.
This we found from bariatric surgery.
That then the signal would be very, very high.
So now back to the cooking question and back to the design.
We have learned to talk to the big brain -- taste and reward, as you know.
Now what would be the language we have to talk to the gut brain that its signals are so strong that the big brain cannot ignore it?
Then we would generate something all of us would like to have -- a balance between the hunger and the satiation.
Now I give you, from our research, a very short claim.
This is fat digestion.
You have on your left an olive oil droplet, and this olive oil droplet gets attacked by enzymes.
This is an in vitro experiment.
It's very difficult to work in the intestine.
Now everyone would expect that when the degradation of the oil happens, when the constituents are liberated, they disappear, they go away because they [were] absorbed.
Actually, what happens is that a very intricate structure appears.
And I hope you can see that there are some ring-like structures in the middle image, which is water.
This whole system generates a huge surface to allow more enzymes to attack the remaining oil.
And finally, on your right side, you see a bubbly, cell-like structure appearing, from which the body will absorb the fat.
Now if we could take this language -- and this is a language of structures -- and make it longer-lasting, that it can go through the passage of the intestine, it would generate stronger signals.
So our research -- and I think the research also at the universities -- are now fixing on these points to say: how can we actually -- and this might sound trivial now to you -- how can we change cooking?
How can we cook that we have this language developed?
So what we have actually, it's not an omnivore's dilemma.
We have a coctivor's opportunity, because we have learned over the last two million years which taste and reward -- quite sophisticated to cook -- to please ourselves, to satisfy ourselves.
If we add the matrix, if we add the structure language, which we have to learn, and around energy, we could generate a balance, which comes out from our really primordial operation: cooking.
So, to make cooking really a very important element, I would say even philosophers have to change and have to finally recognize that cooking is what made us.
So I would say, coquo ergo sum: I cook, therefore I am.
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It could be equipped like an ordinary Grow Card, but there was no effect yet.
The skills would be unlocked as I traveled around the Ghost Float and got the card stamped.
Fast Travel would be unlocked once I completed the card.
Completion was when I had all four stamps and returned to the fortune teller.
Until that happened, the effect of the card could not be used outside of the Ghost Float.
Furthermore, if the player is killed in the Ghost Float before completion, the item would be destroyed.
In other words...you had to go back to the fortune teller and get a new card that would have to be stamped all over again.
So thatâs why not many people had not unlocked Fast Travel.
You had to travel through dangerous areas where players were killing each other, and then gather all four stamps.
Unlocking Fast Travel meant exploring the entire Ghost Float.
Well, there were games that didnât allow you to warp until you did everything in the field, so it wasnât really strange...but it was still difficult.
âNo, perhaps I should say...that it is worth playing.â
I was able to wake up early today.
I would finish what I needed to do and start my morning adventure.
â â â
âIt really is always night time here.â
It was night at the Ghost Float, just as it was when I logged out yesterday.
While NSO was synced with real time, this place was special.
Was it cut off from the rest of the field we were usually in?
I then met up with Anne, who knew the answer to this question.
âYes, this is a separate space. And so this island cannot be seen from the ground. You can only reach it after getting onto the Ghost Airship. There are several places like this in the great sky, and they are called Celestial Worlds.â
âI had a feeling that might be the case. I once flew up really high, but didnât see any islands like this.â
âDuring the final battle! I saw that in the video that Necoco uploaded!â
Both Necoco and Satomi had uploaded videos of the fight.
I had watched them myself... It was hard to believe that it was really me in them.
However, it did mean that it was a fight that others would find entertaining.
Due to that fight and the list of people that beat Charin, which appeared on the official website, the name of the Ghost Guild had spread, causing more players to want to join.
Another thing that had spread was knowledge of Miracle Effects.
This was because the difficulty had dropped, and more people were able to beat Charin.
When there werenât so many of us, we tended to hide it. But that was just a decision individuals made, thinking that keeping it a secret would be more exciting.
Necoco and Satomi had edited the rewards out of their videos, but at this point, players were likely just showing everything. It was understandable to want to show it after fighting so hard.
And so many players know about the Miracle Effect now.
It was public knowledge that I could use it.
However...it wasnât like eventually everyone would be able to use it as well.
While the Charin fightâs difficulty had been lowered, it had been ridiculously difficult to begin with!
Only top players were able to get the ME medals, and they would continue to be difficult to acquire.
On the other hand, it meant the strong would continue to get stronger.
And so while I wanted to play at a leisurely pace, I could not be idle.
First, I had to get these âfour marksâ and acquire a new Grow Card.
âLetâs form a party before going out into the field.â
âYes!â
If we were in a party together, then we wouldnât take damage when hitting each other while out on the field.
While it wasnât something I was very concerned with, it would at least eliminate any worry about Anne betraying me.
From here on, I could trust only Garbow and Anne.
âAlright, letâs go.â
And like that, the horror stamp rally began...
âThere you are, Kyuji! Fight me!â
âNo, fight me! Come on!â
âGet out of the way, you bottom of the barrel gamers! Iâm more famous than you!â
âYouâre just a small fry! Iâve been doing this for years!â
âThatâs nothing! Iâve been playing for years!â
...The place felt even more lawless than I thought.
This was what happened the moment you stepped out of the town.
Yesterday, when I had just arrived, hardly anyone knew that I had come here. And Iâm sure that they also stayed away because they were afraid of that Slime Man...
In any case, here, power was the only thing that mattered.
And when in Rome... I would follow that old saying.
âLetâs take them down then. It will be very annoying if they follow us.â
âGar! Gar!â
âIf we kill them all, they wonât be able to return to the Ghost Float for quite some time!â
As they were arguing with each other, now was the perfect time!
Iâd send them to their graves with a sudden charge attack!
âBurning Arrow Storm!â
âHa... Ha... We finally made it...!â
A giant western style mansion loomed over us!
It was made of bones, so it was clearly the Bone-ted Mansion!
While it was supposed to be a terrifying place, the exterior wasnât so bad.
If anything, it reminded me of a theme park attraction...
Still, there really were too many of these player killers...
We were even attacked by players who seemed like they didnât usually do such things.
Perhaps for people who just played as a minor hobby, being able to fight a famous player for a bit was something worth suffering the penalty for dying.
Of course, there was also something creepy about all their excited talking as they attacked me.
Because they charged without any fear of dying...
Regardless, we were all able to reach our destination safely.
But we would have to move like this three more times... No, I wouldnât think about that right now.
âLetâs go inside then.â
âThe inside of the building is also a versus field, so we will have to be careful!â
The mansion looked like it was built for giants.
If it was this big, I could make use of my Range, even if we were indoors.
The first floor we came into was the entrance.
Like the exterior, it looked like a classical western mansion.
It was perfect for a horror game.
âHuh? There is a table in the middle...â
A note had been left on the table that Anne found.
It read, âThe mark is on the top floor.â
I picked it up and turned it over, but there was nothing else written on it.
So that was our only hint...
âIn any case, letâs go up the stairs and try to reach the top.â
âNo, wait a minute! There is something like an elevator over there! It will be so much easier!â
Indeed, the thing that she was pointing at did look like an elevator.
There were â³âœ buttons, and it seemed to be working.
However, the elevator didnât really match the house...
For a second I wondered if it was a trap, but after remembering how huge the house had looked from the outside, I dreaded the idea of going up by using the stairs alone.
I had never seen an instant death trap in NSO, so it was probably alright. I decided to agree with Anneâs suggestion.
Gata...gata-gata-gata...!
In conclusion, it was a trap.
I pushed the â³ button and got in the elevator. But there were no buttons inside.
The door closed in an instant. And right when I feared that we were locked in, the elevator began to descend.
But the rattling was just because the elevator was shabby, and not because we were falling quickly.
Still, the sound made me feel more anxious as we descended.
âI-Iâm sorry... If I didnât suggest that we take the easy route...â
âNo, I wanted to as well, so I have no right to blame you.â
Climbing stairs did more damage to the body than other types of exercise...
Your knees and lower back would hurt, and you would become out of breath.
So of course we would use the elevator.
Itâs managementâs fault for exploiting the instincts of an old man.
â...Miss Anne.â
âJust call me Anne!â
âI think you should ready your weapon.â
âWhat!?â
I had misunderstood as well. This was not a dungeon.
Because if it was, there wouldnât be any other players here as well.
The whole party would be warped to a different area...
It wouldnât be a âversus field.â
However, this was a âversus field.â
And so when the elevator doors opened...
âBound Speed Star!â
As the doors opened, a player practically clawed their way in through the gap, before being destroyed by the numerous arrows and iron balls.
And then the group that was waiting on the floor was assaulted by the bounding arrows and iron ball as well.
So they had been waiting here, knowing that we would come down... How very sly of them!
âLittle Garbow and I will move to the front! You stay near the elevator and support us, Mr. Kyuji!â
âGot it!â
Two advance guards... How wonderful.
Now, it was time to make our way up to the highest floor from the lowest floor! | {
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It might have been problematic if the topic was about mental calculation.
However, when it comes to brute strength, Iris didnât plan to lose to anyone on this earth.
ãIf you are doing arm wrestling that desk should doã
Sheryl brought a small desk from the depths of the church.
Muriel and Iris clenched their fist on top of it as they assumed an arm wrestling posture.
ãWell then, start!ã
With Eclipseâs sign, the arm wrestling match began.
At first, she was worried whether this ancient desk could withstand a demon and the Guardian Deity arm wrestling â but that was a needless worry.
Muriel was indescribably weak.
The match was settled before the desk had a chance to break.
ãNo jaaaa! You are too strong! ã
ãNo.....you are too weak. Try doing it with Sherylã
ãEven This Mistress wonât lose to a normal humanã
ãThatâs right. Iâm just a frail maidenã
Iris tried to compare the two against each other.
In the end, Sheryl won.
ã.......My arm strength is actually god-class!?ã
Sheryl opened her eyes wide and stared at the hand that defeated Muriel.
ãWrong, wrong. Muriel was just too weakã
ãUuu.......This Mistress has materialized only recently, so I canât bring out much of my ability.......besides, arm wrestling has nothing to do with being a Guardian Deity!ã
ãJust a little mistake! Strength is important.......but it should be determined through the real fight! So letâs fight! ã
There was a broom on the wall that Sheryl always used to clean the church.
Muriel took it and used it as a sword.
Since it couldnât be helped, Iris took Sherylâs mop as well.
ãTake thisã
Muriel attacked with the broom.
However, she was slow enough to put one to sleep.
Iris casually knocked the broom away with the mop.
The broom fell on the floor and sadly rolled away.
And while Muriel was spacing out, Iris lightly struck her on the head with the mop.
ãI-It hurts.......ã
Muriel had tears in her eyes as she rubbed the spot where she was hit.
ãBig Sister Iris, you canât bully the weaklingsã
ãThatâs right, Iris-sama. Please get along with Muriel-samaã
ãI didnât intend to bully anyone.......sorry. Alright, alright. Let the pain go awayã
As she said that, she used recovery magic on Murielâs head and Muriel stopped crying.
ãOh........it doesnât hurt anymoreã
ãI didnât hit you that hard in the first place. So, is it okay to consider it my win? ã
ãMumu.......apparently, you are slightly stronger than This Mistressã
ãSlightly or not, since itâs my win, is it fine with you that Iâm the first? Give Punigami backã
Muriel was sitting on Punigami since a while ago.
Punigamiâs squishy body was good for hugging, lying, and sitting, almost omnipotent. The desire to monopolize him was completely understandable.
Thatâs precisely why Punigami was so precious to Iris.
ãNo, not yet! This Mistress havenât lost yet! A Guardian Deityâs worth isnât determined by strength, but by how much he makes his people happy! So letâs compare our contributions! ã
What a sore loser of a goddess.
That being said, how does one even measure contribution?
As Iris wondered about it, Marion stopped by.
ãIris, are you awake? You are awake! Eh, is it afternoon already!?ã
Marion is a dragon normally living in the human form.
But since she was not proficient in it, she had horns on her head and a tail sticking out her rear.
Marion, who faltered upon seeing Iris awake, had not only her expression but even her tail swaying in confusion.
ãItâs morning, morning. Why does everyone get so surprised that Iâm awake in the morning? ã
ãNo, no. It is pretty surprising. So, whoâs that sitting on top of Punigami? She doesnât look humanã
ãY-You are the dragon girl, Marion. This Mistress is this landâs Guardian Deity, Muriel. Worship me! ã
ãAsking to worship on our first meeting.........I feel a whole different kind of dangerã
Marion too made a long face.
Most likely ten out of ten people will react the same.
ãMuriel. You should probably stop asking strangers to worship you. They will definitely think of you as a weirdo. They need to know that you are the Goddess firstã
As Iris advised, she thought that telling strangersãIâm the Goddessãis rather suspicious too.
However, with Muriel being the real Goddess, she had to make people believe.
ãI-Is that so.....? Then let This Mistress explain. This Mistress is the Guardian Deity! ã
ãUwaa.......ã
She didnât believe Muriel at all.
There wasnât enough context.
Muriel lacked the attitude to make others believe.
ãStop with that look! This Mistress is going to explain, so listenã
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Shortly after I walked into my new school, a huge fight broke out among the girls.
After things were quickly under control, I immediately called a meeting to introduce myself as the school's new principal.
I walked in angry, a little nervous -- -- but I was determined to set the tone for my new students.
I started listing as forcefully as I could my expectations for their behavior and my expectations for what they would learn in school.
When, all of a sudden, a girl way in the back of the auditorium, she stood up and she said, "Miss!
Miss!"
When our eyes locked, she said, "Why do you keep calling this a school?
This is not a school."
In one outburst, Ashley had expressed what I felt and never quite was able to articulate about my own experience when I attended a low-performing school in the same neighborhood, many, many, many years earlier.
That school was definitely not a school.
Fast forwarding a decade later to 2012, I was entering my third low-performing school as principal.
I was to be Strawberry Mansion's fourth principal in four years.
It was labeled "low-performing and persistently dangerous" due to its low test scores and high number of weapons, drugs, assaults and arrests.
Shortly as I approached the door of my new school and attempted to enter, and found the door locked with chains, I could hear Ashley's voice in my ears going, "Miss! Miss!
This is not a school."
The halls were dim and dark from poor lighting.
There were tons of piles of broken old furniture and desks in the classrooms, and there were thousands of unused materials and resources.
This was not a school.
As the year progressed, I noticed that the classrooms were nearly empty.
The students were just scared: scared to sit in rows in fear that something would happen; scared because they were often teased in the cafeteria for eating free food.
They were scared from all the fighting and all the bullying.
This was not a school.
And then, there were the teachers, who were incredibly afraid for their own safety, so they had low expectations for the students and themselves, and they were totally unaware of their role in the destruction of the school's culture.
This was the most troubling of all.
You see, Ashley was right, and not just about her school.
For far too many schools, for kids who live in poverty, their schools are really not schools at all.
But this can change.
Let me tell you how it's being done at Strawberry Mansion High School.
Anybody who's ever worked with me will tell you I am known for my slogans.
So today, I am going to use three that have been paramount in our quest for change.
My first slogan is: if you're going to lead, lead.
I always believed that what happens in a school and what does not happen in a school is up to the principal.
I am the principal, and having that title required me to lead.
I was not going to stay in my office, I was not going to delegate my work, and I was not going to be afraid to address anything that was not good for children, whether that made me liked or not.
I am a leader, so I know I cannot do anything alone.
So, I assembled a top-notch leadership team who believed in the possibility of all the children, and together, we tackled the small things, like resetting every single locker combination by hand so that every student could have a secure locker.
We decorated every bulletin board in that building with bright, colorful, and positive messages.
We took the chains off the front doors of the school.
We got the lightbulbs replaced, and we cleaned every classroom to its core, recycling every, every textbook that was not needed, and discarded thousands of old materials and furniture.
We used two dumpsters per day.
And, of course, of course, like rehauling the entire school budget so that we can reallocate funds to have more teachers and support staff.
We rebuilt the entire school day schedule from scratch to add a variety of start and end times, remediation, honors courses, extracurricular activities, and counseling, all during the school day.
All during the school day.
We created a deployment plan that specified where every single support person and police officer would be every minute of the day, and we monitored at every second of the day, and, our best invention ever, we devised a schoolwide discipline program titled "Non-negotiables."
It was a behavior system -- designed to promote positive behavior at all times.
The results?
Strawberry Mansion was removed from the Persistently Dangerous List our first year after being -- -- after being on the Persistently Dangerous List for five consecutive years.
Leaders make the impossible possible.
That brings me to my second slogan: So what? Now what?
When we looked at the data, and we met with the staff, there were many excuses for why Strawberry Mansion was low-performing and persistently dangerous.
They said that only 68 percent of the kids come to school on a regular basis, 100 percent of them live in poverty, only one percent of the parents participate, many of the children come from incarceration and single-parent homes, 39 percent of the students have special needs, and the state data revealed that six percent of the students were proficient in algebra, and 10 were proficient in literature.
of how awful the conditions and the children were, I looked at them, and I said, "So what. Now what?
What are we gonna do about it?"
Eliminating excuses at every turn became my primary responsibility.
We addressed every one of those excuses through a mandatory professional development, paving the way for intense focus on teaching and learning.
After many observations, what we determined was that teachers knew what to teach but they did not know how to teach so many children with so many vast abilities.
So, we developed a lesson delivery model for instruction that focused on small group instruction, making it possible for all the students to get their individual needs met in the classroom.
The results?
After one year, state data revealed that our scores have grown by 171 percent in Algebra and 107 percent in literature.
We have a very long way to go, a very long way to go, but we now approach every obstacle with a "So What. Now What?" attitude.
And that brings me to my third and final slogan.
If nobody told you they loved you today, you remember I do, and I always will.
My students have problems: social, emotional and economic problems you could never imagine.
Some of them are parents themselves, and some are completely alone.
If someone asked me my real secret for how I truly keep Strawberry Mansion moving forward, I would have to say that I love my students and I believe in their possibilities unconditionally.
When I look at them, I can only see what they can become, and that is because I am one of them.
I grew up poor in North Philadelphia too.
I know what it feels like to go to a school that's not a school.
I know what it feels like to wonder if there's ever going to be any way out of poverty.
But because of my amazing mother, I got the ability to dream despite the poverty that surrounded me.
So -- -- if I'm going to push my students toward their dream and their purpose in life, I've got to get to know who they are.
So I have to spend time with them, so I manage the lunchroom every day.
And while I'm there, I talk to them about deeply personal things, and when it's their birthday, I sing "Happy Birthday" even though I cannot sing at all.
I often ask them, "Why do you want me to sing when I cannot sing at all?"
And they respond by saying, "Because we like feeling special."
We hold monthly town hall meetings to listen to their concerns, to find out what is on their minds.
They ask us questions like, "Why do we have to follow rules?"
"Why are there so many consequences?"
"Why can't we just do what we want to do?"
They ask, and I answer each question honestly, and this exchange in listening helps to clear up any misconceptions.
Every moment is a teachable moment.
My reward, my reward for being non-negotiable in my rules and consequences is their earned respect.
I insist on it, and because of this, we can accomplish things together.
They are clear about my expectations for them, and I repeat those expectations every day over the P.A. system.
I remind them -- I remind them of those core values of focus, tradition, excellence, integrity and perseverance, and I remind them every day how education can truly change their lives.
And I end every announcement the same: "If nobody told you they loved you today, you remember I do, and I always will."
Ashley's words of "Miss, Miss, this is not a school," is forever etched in my mind. If we are truly going to make real progress in addressing poverty, then we have to make sure that every school that serves children in poverty is a real school, a school, a school -- -- a school that provides them with knowledge and mental training to navigate the world around them.
I do not know all the answers, but what I do know is for those of us who are privileged and have the responsibility of leading a school that serves children in poverty, we must truly lead, and when we are faced with unbelievable challenges, we must stop and ask ourselves, "So what. Now what?
What are we going to do about it?"
And as we lead, we must never forget that every single one of our students is just a child, often scared by what the world tells them they should be, and no matter what the rest of the world tells them they should be, we should always provide them with hope, our undivided attention, unwavering belief in their potential, consistent expectations, and we must tell them often, if nobody told them they loved them today,
remember we do, and we always will.
Thank you.
Thank you, Jesus. | {
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âHmm? So itâs you, Aria. Whatâs wrong?â
After returning to my private room, the first to report to me was Aria, the Mystic, who should have been placed on standby inside the âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forestâ.
[I went to the stockpiling room of the demon source device after you exercised your magic a while ago but...]
â?â
Aria awkwardly stammered out her words.
What in the world happened?
[It had been destroyed.]
âWhat? Destroyed?â
[Yes. The whole stockpile of , demon source devices was shattered and reduced to sand. Every single one of them, regardless of their type.]
...Are you for real? According to my recollection, there should have been about of each of the three types of demon source devices in the stockpile room...
huh. Since I was in doubt about whether the magic source equipment I had prepared beforehand on the stage would be sufficient for the cost of âOpening of the Mouth of the Mist Demonâ, the replenishment device I had secretly incorporated into the magic circle must had been activated causing the consumption of the magic source equipment in the stockpile room.
Even so, more than ,000 each of HP, MP, and SP were expended at a single shot, as far as I can confirm. As I mentioned to Ryo earlier, a series of âOpening of the Mouth of the Mist demonâ cannot be exercised on this scale.
If it were on a smaller scale, that would be a different story.
âAnyway, Iâll remake it in due time.â
[I will leave that to you.]
And then the communication with Aria was terminated.
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âReports are pouring in on the devastation in various locations.â
âOh. I appreciate not only the communication from the kin but also the reports from the human point of view.â
âI donât need to be thanked for that.â
Ryo then stepped out of the room.
While listening to the human accounts, Ryo will probably also be going to the hospital for helping with medical treatment. Since Ichiko had also been sent out to hunt the remnants, she will likely not be back for a while.
If so, let me read the report and conclude the level-up work while I still had time.
To start off, our triumph was virtually flawless in the area reigned by the Fox Princess. The battle itself appeared to have been one-sided, notwithstanding accounts of casualties among those who got ahead of the group and those who mismanaged their equipment.
Well, the prototypes that are being sent over here are probably just one rank below the latest ones. If they use the latest version, things would end up this way.
Next was the area where the Snow Sage ruled. This one was truly a cakewalk. At any rate, the battle looked like the kind of match that I would definitely refrain from competing with Snow Sage on a military scale.
My and the Fox Princessâ sides were clearly superior in terms of individual capabilities, but the Snow Sage was able to utilize even weak monsters and turn them into formidable monsters. He was truly fearsome.
Next was the Dragon Sovereignâs territory. Here, too, things turned out satisfactory this time. Although there were many injured people, the death toll was low, and I was positive that all the wounded would have recovered by the end of the day at Dragon Sovereignâs place.
For the time being, if those affiliated with other dungeons somehow fulfilled the role of the vanguard, they can do extra work by recovering with âªCherry Blossom Rainâ«... at there.
But the issue was that area had nobody in charge.
Each Demon King dispatched their subordinates accordingly, but because of the obligation to secure their own territory, they were compelled to assign those who were just a step back from the main force. Thanks to this, the damage caused was greater than in other areas. Well, even so, I had confidence in my ability to exterminate the Octopus Kingâs minions coming to my territory almost single-handedly, and I was able to send my subordinates to that area, which reduced the damage somewhat.
âNow, I suppose Iâll have to accept the fact that Iâll have to beef up my forces in this area as much as possible. To be honest, it would be a lot more convenient if there was another individual person for this ideal position, a Demon King or someone of similar ability, in times like these.â
As I let out a sigh, I reached this conclusion.
âââââ
Now, I should continue with the leveling process.
First, the status was to be raised as usual. There was no need to play around here.
And as for the new skill... would this be a good one?
âªGas Segregationâ«. This skill enabled the user to manipulate the ratio of gases that composed the air within the range of the userâs recognition.
Though that being said, the amount of power consumed varied considerably depending on the targeted gas to be manipulated.
For instance, if only hydrogen and oxygen were concentrated in a single point, the consumption will be as high as that of the Outer Skill, whereas if the concentration of nitrogen, originally abundant in the air, was raised, the consumption will not be that high.
Also, while my body is a mist and not a gas strictly speaking, it seemed to be a manipulable subject, which meant that it had a high degree of applicability.
Whether or not the consumption and effect were in balance, I can mimic basic skills with sorcery now. I chose this skill since I believed this kind of skill was more intriguing than a skill that strikes directly.
Next, as was customary, I will check the facilities and monsters that can be newly created.
Nonetheless, the new monsters werenât just direct attackers; auxiliary monsters were being mixed in, and it was becoming harder to ascertain how effective each one was until I attempted generating and operating a number of them on a trial basis. So I was going to postpone it.
For now, I supposed the centerpiece of the facility was this:
ã»The Iron Shackles of the Sealing Art II
A set of four metal rings that are attached to the collar and to both arms and legs.
The target, a human of level 15 or lower, a demon, or a Demon King of level 5 or lower, is rendered incapable of using their skills and placed in a state of captivity.
Note 1: When the skill is blocked, the Demon King can disregard one of their special characteristics, namely, the restriction of not being able to leave the dungeon.
Note 2: In the captured state, the level will not increase by any means.
Creation cost: One set, HP, MP, SP each 2000
This is... yeah. Itâs simply fantastic.
In other words, I mean, thatâs the thing, right? By using this, I can catch the Fox Princess or someone and drag them outside and accomplish various things. Unfortunately, I canât use it on myself, though.
As for the rest of the good stuff and the creation of the 6th level... Iâll do it step by step later. Ichiko and the others should be back soon.
Now, what kind of dungeon shall I build? | {
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Fun fact is that I wrote my personal statement to college in a dream.
And I did accepted. So, yeah.
I am a very visual thinker.
I think in pictures, not words.
To me, words are more like instincts and language.
There are many people like me; Nikola Tesla, for example, who could visualize, design, test, and troubleshoot everything -- all of his inventions -- in his mind, accurately.
Language is kind of exclusive to our species, anyway.
I am a bit more primitive, like a beta version of Google Translate.
My brain has the ability to hyper-focus on things that interest me.
For example, once I had an affair with calculus that lasted longer than some celebrity marriages.
There are some other unusual things about me.
You may have noticed that I don't have much inflection in my voice.
That's why people often confuse me with a GPS.
This can make basic communication a challenge, unless you need directions.
Thank you.
A few years ago, when I started doing presentations, I went to get head shots done for the first time.
The photographer told me to look flirty.
And I had no idea what she was talking about.
She said, "Do that thing, you know, with your eyes, when you're flirting with guys."
"What thing?" I asked.
"You know, squint."
And so I tried, really.
It looked something like this.
I looked like I was searching for Waldo.
There's a reason for this, as there is a reason that Waldo is hiding.
I have Asperger's, a high-functioning form of autism that impairs the basic social skills one is expected to display.
It's made life difficult in many ways, and growing up, I struggled to fit in socially.
My friends would tell jokes, but I didn't understand them.
My personal heroes were George Carlin and Stephen Colbert -- and they taught me humor.
My personality switched from being shy and awkward to being defiant and cursing out a storm.
Needless to say, I did not have many friends.
I was also hypersensitive to texture.
The feel of water on my skin was like pins and needles, and so for years, I refused to shower.
I can assure you that my hygiene routine is up to standards now, though.
I had to do a lot to get here, and my parents -- things kind of got out of control when I was sexually assaulted by a peer, and on top of everything, it made a difficult situation worse.
And I had to travel 2,000 miles across the country to get treatment, but within days of them prescribing a new medication, my life turned into an episode of the Walking Dead.
I became paranoid, and began to hallucinate that rotting corpses were coming towards me.
My family finally rescued me, but by that time, I had lost 19 pounds in those three weeks, as well as developing severe anemia, and was on the verge of suicide.
I transferred to a new treatment center that understood my aversions, and they knew how to treat it, and I got the help I finally needed.
And after 18 months of hard work, I went on to do incredible things.
One of the things with Asperger's is that oftentimes, these people have a very complex inner life, and I know for myself, I have a very colorful personality, rich ideas, and just a lot going on in my mind.
But there's a gap between where that stands, and how I communicate it with the rest of the world.
And this can make basic communication a challenge.
Not many places would hire me, due to my lack of social skills, which is why I applied to Waffle House.
Waffle House is an exceptional 24-hour diner -- thank you -- where you can order your hash browns the many ways that someone would dispose of a human corpse ...
Sliced, diced, peppered, chunked, topped, capped, and covered.
As social norms would have it, you should only go to Waffle House at an ungodly hour in the night.
So one time, at 2 am, I was chatting with a waitress, and I asked her, "What's the most ridiculous thing that's happened to you on the job?"
And she told me that one time, a man walked in completely naked.
I said, "Great! Sign me up for the graveyard shift!"
Needless to say, Waffle House did not hire me.
So in terms of having Asperger's, it can be viewed as a disadvantage, and sometimes it is a real pain in the butt, but it's also the opposite.
It's a gift, and it allows me to think innovatively.
At 19, I won a research competition for my research on coral reefs, and I ended up speaking at the UN Convention of Biological Diversity, presenting this research.
Thank you.
And at 22, I'm getting ready to graduate college, and I am a co-founder of a biotech company called AutismSees.
Thank you.
But consider what I had to do to get here: 25 therapists, 11 misdiagnoses, and years of pain and trauma.
I spent a lot of time thinking if there's a better way, and I think there is: autism-assistive technology.
This technology could play an integral role in helping people with autistic spectrum disorder, or ASD.
The app Podium, released by my company, AutismSees, has the ability to independently assess and help develop communication skills.
In addition to this, it tracks eye contact through camera and simulates a public-speaking and job-interview experience.
And so maybe one day, Waffle House will hire me, And one of the great things is that I've used Podium to help me prepare for today, and it's been a great help.
But it's more than that.
There's more that can be done.
For people with ASD -- it has been speculated that many innovative scientists, researchers, artists, and engineers have it; like, for example, Emily Dickinson, Jane Austen, Isaac Newton, and Bill Gates are some examples.
But the problem that's encountered is that these brilliant ideas often can't be shared if there are communication roadblocks.
And so, many people with autism are being overlooked every day, and they're being taken advantage of.
So my dream for people with autism is to change that, to remove the roadblocks that prevent them from succeeding.
One of the reasons I love lucid dreaming is because it allows me to be free, without judgment of social and physical consequences.
When I'm flying over scenes that I create in my mind, I am at peace.
I am free from judgment, and so I can do whatever I want, you know?
I'm making out with Brad Pitt, and Angelina is totally cool with it.
But the goal of autism-assistive technology is bigger than that, and more important.
My goal is to shift people's perspective of autism and people with higher-functioning Asperger's because there is a lot they can do.
I mean, look at Temple Grandin, for example.
And by doing so, we allow people to share their talents with this world and move this world forward.
In addition, we give them the courage to pursue their dreams in the real world, in real time.
Thank you.
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âWell, he is connected to you and Necoco too...â
âExactly! Because Iâm the hero who came in th during that battle royale! I even got a respectable kills! In a way, I might have become the th member of the Ghost Guild...!â
This was the kind of person who just said whatever popped into their head.
He had already been in Mad Slime during that time.
âAhh! To think that there was a phantom fourth member of the Ghost Guild...!â
âAnne, donât take him so seriously...â
âOh! Now that I look at you, arenât you the nun who knocked the performers off of the Ghost Float!? So you two were connected from the beginning...!â
âHehe. What would you do if I said you were correct?â
âGrrr...! No! If anything, itâs a good thing that I can get my revenge on both of you at the same time! And the performers have been waiting for this moment too!â
âNo, I would have prefered not to meet them.â
âWe wonât even get to the finals if we die here.â
âWe shouldnât have come to a place that draws so much attention...â
Slime Manâs comrades did not seem very excited...
âTsk...! We have no choice! We tried to take the tower, and it was easier than expected! And so we canât run away now! That would be pathetic! Abandoning an advantageous position and retreating is just shameful as a gamer!â
They were wasting time with this ridiculous exchange...
Oh! What if that was their plan!?
As they had the advantageous position, it didnât matter how much time passed. On the other hand, we were at the bottom of the tower, where the fight would most likely take place.
Without a doubt, we were currently in the worst position...!
âAll of you. Letâs hurry up and get rid of them. Other parties will be coming soon.â
Well, it was my job to get rid of enemies that were in high places.
But as I didnât want to destroy the tower, I couldnât just unleash strong charge attacks.
So what strategy should I use...
âI know what you are thinking! You think that you can drive us out and take the tower!â
He talked as if he was a detective, but I didnât know why a player would come all of the way here if that wasnât their motive... As I thought of such things, Slime Man continued.
âNo-no-no! That is impossible! We will put a stop to your plans with our new combination charge attack...! Come! Slime Barrier!â
A thick, green slime began to flow out from the roof of the tower.
Instead of dripping down, it stuck to the sides of the tower, creating a sphere around the members of Slime Man.
âThis is Slime Barrier, a combined charge attack with my Unison, Kokepoyo the moss slime! You canât see in and we canât see out! Your attacks wonât get through easily, and neither can ours! In other words... Itâs the perfect way to buy some time!â
âWh-what...!?â
I could understand why it would block our attacks or prevent us from seeing inside, but why block their own attacks...?
How could they even use this, aside from battle royales where buying time meant surviving longer...?
Now, calm down...!
Every skill and charge attack had a limited time of effect.
And so even the hardest barriers would disappear eventually!
âBy the way! It also stays activated for a very long time! So youâll meet some other parties while you wait!â
...Slime Man. Even if he wasnât the strongest, he was still dangerous.
Like he said, if we waited here, we would get attacked by others who were on their way.
And so we had to break through the barrier somehow...!
âMr. Kyuji. He did say that we wonât be able to break through it âeasily.â In other words, we just have to try our hardest. Letâs all use our charge attacks at the same time.â
âGot it!â
The four of us would unleash our most powerful charge attacks at the barrier!
âInferno Arrow Tempest!â
âUnison Maestro...Flame Rock Flower â Double!â
âGiant Daybreak Star!â
The attacks were perfectly in sync.
And so they hit the barrier at practically the same time.
And yet...we could not destroy it!
Not only that, but there wasnât even a scratch...
It would only jiggle...!
âHahahahaha! I wonât say that was a completely wasted effort! Iâm sure you know why your attacks arenât very effective?â
I could hear Slime Man laughing in a high-pitched voice.
This was because he was confident that we would not be able to break through the barrier like this.
In other words, it was no use unleashing a chain of ordinary charge attacks.
âAn eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...and a combined charge attack...for a combined charge attack.â
Both Satomi and I had Unisons with us, but Satomi relied on his Unison during combat.
And so Garbow and I would break through it.
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âYou people. This is a state of emergency. Please evacuate to your rooms.â
âA state of emergency?â
But we did not stop running. And then the woman began to run alongside us.
She did not become out of breath and had no trouble keeping up. Clearly, she was well-trained.
The Adventurer then pointed to the sky.
âThere are dragons above the city. Currently, they have shown no signs of attacking, but we do not know what will happen.â
Apparently, this Adventurer was acting under Goranâs orders, and was working to get civilians to evacuate.
In order to make people evacuate without talking about Vampires and the divine protection, they decided to use Katheâs battle with the dragons as an excuse.
Goran must have thought of that idea. And I agreed, it was a good idea to use their battle.
There were over a dozen giant dragons battling in the sky. Everyone could tell at a glance that something unusual was happening.
So the civilians should obey without question.
As the Adventurer continued to run alongside us with a worried expression, Shia showed her Adventurer card.
âYou do not have to worry about that. We are moving on the Guild Masterâs orders.â
Shia was a B-Rank Adventurer. That was a first-rate rank.
The Adventurer looked at the card and then at Shia. And then she looked at me and Grulf.
After that, she turned to Serulis and her expression turned to that of surprise.
âSo that is why youâre here. Well, please be careful.â âThank you. You too.â
She must have recognized Serulis as Goranâs daughter.
âSo thatâs why there were so few people around. The Adventurers Guild has been warning them.â
âIt appears to be the case. It will make it easier to fight.â
Currently, Goran must be working hard to keep the people of the royal capital safe.
And so I would also have to do what I could.
It would take about half an hour on foot to reach the embassy from the gates of the palace.
And yet we had run through in less than ten minutes.
While running, we pulled down our hoods to cover our faces.
I was sure the dark ones already knew we were here, but it was just a precaution.
âThe mist is so thick.â
Within the embassy, from the ground to quite high up, the place was enveloped in a thick mist.
It made the building look like a white tower.
âBut the mist is no problem. Lord Gerberga, if you would be so kind.â
âCock-a-doodle-dooooo!!â
After breathing in, Lord Gerberga let out a high-pitched, godly cry.
The sound shot out at a high speed, and erased the white mist.
However, there were still some left that looked like clouds. I suppose Lord Gerberaâs voice hadnât been able to reach it.
That being said, it was so high up that I could barely tell if it was mist or just clouds. And so it shouldnât affect the coming battle.
âThank you, Lord Gerberga. That is a great help.â
âWhat will we do now? Go over the wall?â
Serulis said as she looked at the high walls surrounding the embassy.
It was easily twice as tall as a grown man.
âWe could do that, or...â
It would be troublesome if we scaled the wall and there were traps on the other side. All they had to do was place spears where we would land.
They could also have blades near the top of the walls as well.
And while we humans might be able to use ropes to climb up, it would be very difficult for Grulf to jump over.
âI will break the wall then.â
After all, the enemy already knew that we were here the moment that Lord Gerberga cried and erased the mist.
There was no point in being stealthy now. They were waiting for us.
And so I decided to use magic to make a hole in the wall.
It was made of hard and smooth white stone.
And I fired off a magic bullet into it to destroy it.
There was now a hole that was just big enough for two people to go through at the same time.
âFollow me.â
âUnderstood.â
I took the lead as we entered the Ringain embassy. Of course, I was sure to cast Magic Exploration.
And just as I thought, on the other side of the wall, there were rows of spears that were concealed in the bushes.
It was designed so that even during the day, it would be difficult to see them. And so it would be even harder at night time.
If you jumped down, expecting to land in soft grass, you would lose your life.
And so I cut down the spears with my Devil King Sword.
â...Had we jumped down from the walls, we would have been pierced when landing.â
âYou have magic, Mr. Locke, so you can manage. But warriors would find this difficult to deal with.â
Once you start falling, there would be little you could do, even if you somehow managed to notice the spears.
There would be so little time before landing. You would either have to activate gravity magic or some other magic to destroy the spears quickly.
If you werenât a skilled sorcerer, you would not make it in time, and would end up skewered.
It was definitely an effective trap for invaders.
âSince the embassy often handles secret information, itâs no surprise that they have countermeasures for invaders, but...â
âThe will to kill is so high.â
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If the man in black called forth a flood that threatened to sweep away all the land, the petite girl in response would rise up a large boulder... no, a mountain to prevent the flood from reaching her.
When the petite girl grew innumerable plants from the mountain and sought to penetrate the man in black with its trunk and branches, the man in black unleashed a black metal sickle, as if it were darkness itself, to mow down the plants and destroy them.
Their contention was as if they were striving to create the heaven and earth they desired while simultaneously undermining and depriving their opponents of the heaven and earth they had created, which was exactly what they aimed to do as they fought.
âHah! Now it is an imitation of the heaven-and-earth creation myth!â
The man in black... Kurokiri, sweating slightly, spitted out swear words, and at the same time, several bolts of lightning gushed out from his hand in front of the girl.
âSilence!â
In response, the girl... the God of Calamity, with an expression of indignation on her face, but still with plenty of room to spare, surrounded herself with a moon-shaped barrier.
âIf thatâs how you want to play it, Iâll do it this way!â
Kurokiri was not startled by the reflected thunderbolt that he had lost control of and deployed his next sorcery. After regaining control of the lightning, he transformed it into an artillery shell and shot out a black cannonball.
However, the God of Calamity struck it down not with the previous barrier, but with another barrier.
Each of their attacks should have originally ended the battle with a single strike. Nevertheless, the stage of combat was not over yet. This was because both sides had reached a point where their abilities can be hailed as the pinnacle of their respective fields of expertise.
So, if this battle were to be settled, what factors would determine the outcome?
âHah hah... (However, the difference between our experiences is becoming apparent.)â
On this occasion, the gap in their experiences had become a particularly prominent factor.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you gasping for breath?â
There was a distinction between the two of them. To put it another way, it was the experience difference in battle.
Experience was demonstrated not just in physical ability, which can be easily described in figures, but also in the dexterous way of drawing out oneâs force, the capacity to concentrate without fatigue, and the ability to move your body efficiently. Even if a person was a natural talent prodigy, honing such skill without exertion was challenging.
And it had already been a whole day since the battle commenced. After such a considerable amount of time, the disparity in their experience would become conspicuous.
Kurokiri had already squeezed every ounce of magical power out of his body, yet in order to carry on fighting, all the other factors were used to compensate for his lack of strength, while most of the preparations he had made in advance had already fulfilled their purpose.
The God of Calamity, on the other hand, still had plenty of time and power. She could probably fight for a few more days even if she was instructed to keep battling at the same level as her opponent.
âNow, hereâs your prize for treating me like a replica. Savor it to the fullest. âªDivine Spear Gungnirâ«!â
A metal spear was produced in the right hand of the God of Calamity.
It was a spear that was destined to pierce the opponent when released.
âWhatâs wrong with calling a replica a replica? Having fought directly against you, I can recognize this. You are a replica of the real thing, made somewhere at some point in time. I donât know what the genuine God of Calamity was thinking when she made one like you.â
Yet, even though Kurokiri clearly understood the horror of the spear, he swore unflinchingly.
âShut your trap!!â
A spear was released from the God of Calamityâs hand. It was a spear that determined the future.
Kurokiri did not try to avoid it. Since his future was fixed, the act of avoiding it was of no significance.
And as long as the future was fixed, there was no way for the Kurokiri to repel or prevent it.
That was why Kurokiri continued to stand there unconcernedly. His expression was similar to that of a martyr who went to the place of death.
â(Iâm sorry. It is impossible for me to do this alone.)â
The spear came precisely to puncture Kurokiriâs head.
â(But paradox...)â
And the moment the spear was about to drive through Kurokiriâs head...
âItâs not impossible if you have a companion.â
...the spear was shattered into pieces and its form was transformed into a single sword, which settled in the hand of a girl.
âWhat!?â
The God of Calamity revealed her astonishment.
âKurokiri. If it is punishment, I will accept it as much as you want later. So for now, please let me accompany you.â
âWho said anything about punishment... no, youâre right. I will punish you when I return. So for now, please cooperate with me.â
The girl... Ichiko stood beside Kurokiri wielding a knightâs sword in her hand, which she made by disassembling the spear of God.
âRidiculous! Not only did you stop my spear, but you even snatched it away from me!â
This was the first time the God of Calamity had ever demonstrated such panic.
But that was understandable. What Ichiko had done now was an act of distorting the future that was supposed to be defined. It was not an action that can be executed by brute force.
âKurokiri. I can only physically pull off one more special move. So, after that...â
âI know. Donât worry, Iâll finish it next time. Will you use it for me?â
Ichiko silently nodded her head affirmatively in response to Kurokiriâs question and produced a pure white sword from her body.
ââMy name is âBlade Princess of the Undefined Swordâ. Therefore, the sword that is created from my body is the sword that cannot define the futureâ. Kurokiri.â
âI get it. âMy name is the King of the Devouring Black Mist. Therefore, I am the black mist king, who devours the past and the present, and smears everything with blackness to transform it into my powerâ.â
The sword created from Ichikoâs body passed into the hand of Kurokiri, and the swords in Kurokiriâs hands were dyed black.
Eventually, at the moment when all of the swords had been dyed black,
âWhat!? Damn!â
With the God of Calamityâs appalled surprise, all of the power of the God of Calamity that should have been surrounding him dissipated, and was consolidated in the swords in Kurokiriâs hand.
Realizing for the first time that this situation was a crisis, the God of Calamity unleashed an all-out attack against the two of them. It was a chaotic attack of fire, water, earth, lightning, light, and darkness.
Unlike the attack that the Octopus King once unleashed, which had the attribute of âchaosâ that made the power it swallowed its own, this was an attack of chaos that exploited the weakness of all those it touched and determined the death of those it touches.
In fact, the God of Calamity had already witnessed how the two died through her âªFuture Visionâ« skill, which she activated at the same time, and was aware that this attack would surely wipe them out.
However...
âAs long as I am here, the world will no longer be defined by one future.â
âAs of now, such an attack will no longer work.â
In the instant she unleashed her attack, a scene different from the one seen in her âªFuture Visionâ« began to materialize in the eyes of reality.
âD-Donât be absurdddddddddd!! There is no way this kind of power exists! There is no way such power can overturn the future that has been finalized and change it to your own at the present moment! If such a thing exists, what I wish for is...â
The God of Calamity raged and screeched.
But her words were never fully uttered.
With a speed that even the God of Calamity could not see, Kurokiri stepped forth and positioned his swords in a cross pattern, slashing down on the God of Calamity.
âArgh... such a thing... I am not even assigned to this role...â
The God of Calamityâs entire body began to crack.
âI donât give a damn about your situation. I am the Demon King.â
âA Demon King is someone who does what they want to do.â
Cracks began to form all over her body eventually, and the space that made up âThe World on the Other Shoreâ started to crack as well.
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After a short flight, Pumpkin arrived at the base of the tree, where he observed one of the steel frames visible between the trunks, and investigated the magic being applied to it. It turned out that this structure maintained a predefined state by absorbing the magic power present in the surrounding atmosphere, and as a result, prevented deterioration over time.
However, the pace of self-repair itself was not that rapid, even though it was preventing deterioration over time, and it could not be usable outside the forest, given the fact that the surrounding magic power density must be above a certain level, that it seemed to be large-scale magic, and that it could be destroyed by high-powered magic.
âNow, if I want to go inside... it should be somewhere around here.â
After understanding the true nature of the magic in this tower, and searching for a place where the steel frame and trees were relatively thin, Pumpkin began to exert magic power into his palms.
Furthermore, the intention of going all the way inside was not only to facilitate the ascent of the tree but to examine the various components of the towerâs interior as well.
This tree was a mistletoe tree, so depending on what was in the core, it was only natural that there would be a space inside.
It was established that there was a space inside the tower based on the magic power density, how the sound reverberated when the walls were tapped, and the sensation of peeking through the cracks.
âHmph!â
With his hands, which have greatly augmented in strength and power, he dug into the wall of the tree!
âHmph! Soiya!â
Dig, dig, dig!
Even so, the strength of this wall was clearly above the floor he dug during Majikâs case, but in all seriousness, a wall with this degree of durability would be adequate for him to dig, demonstrating that his power has advanced.
âDaarashaa!! Alright, itâs open.â
The digging progressed steadily for a while, smashing the steel frame with self-repairing magic, and once the wooden wall was penetrated, a gap was created enough for the insertion of his head. So he untangled the vines that made up his body and slipped into the space that existed inside the tower and the tree.
The movement was like that of an octopus or some other mollusk, but this kind of feat was only achievable because Pumpkin was of a slightly different species than Spalpkin.
âFinally.â
Once inside, the level of the magic vision ability was adjusted to match the surrounding magic power density, but it would be harder to detect other living organisms by seeing magic power, but without doing so, the vision would probably be zero in the first place.
And simultaneously, the vines that had been undone were put back together and reassembled Pumpkinâs body. With this, he can move on as usual.
âNow, shall I start from the place at hand?â
While inspecting the condition of his reassembled body, Pumpkin used resonance spell with phosphorescent stone to illuminate the interior of the tower.
The place that he entered first seemed to be a corridor and many doors and windows were evident.
While posters and billboards apparently were not subject to the maintenance magic, and no such materials were left behind, the thickness of the dust clinging to the corridors indicated that the building had not been inhabited for a very long time.
âHmm...â
He then opened one of the doors, which seemed to be operating with magic power effortlessly, and went in.
âI donât get it.â
Inside the room in which he entered was a machine of some kind.
The presence of what appeared to be a monitor and a keyboard were indicative of something similar to a computer, except that it was not powered and therefore did not work. Although the materials nearby have been well preserved and can be read, the characters used were slightly different from those used in modern times, so it was impossible to read them.
But, there are some readable words, so I shall endeavor to decipher as much as I can from them.
âLetâs see, far away... San Holo... Santack Island... Dragon... Communication... Sky... black full moon? Doom... inevitable... nightmare...â
And there were even more questions that emerged as a result of the readings.
Yeah. From the text, it seems to be the diary of someone who used to work here, but the details are unknown... At any rate, the diary seems to be more urgent in the later stages, judging from the fact that the civilization is perishing in this way.
In that sense, it seems likely that it is a valuable document that talks about the âKage-Ochiâ of a certain period... Hmm. I should take it home and examine it properly.
âThen I guess Iâll move on to the next room.â
Pumpkin went on to the following room and started to undertake the same sort of research after thoroughly investigating this one.
As these investigations progressed, understanding dawned on him that this tower was originally built and used as a transmitting station for long-distance communication magic.
The accuracy and distance of the communication magic were unmatched by anything in existence today, and from the data that remained, it seemed to be able to accurately transmit images and sound from this tower, which was located deep in Lean Forest, to the destination of Senkonoto.
Nevertheless, it would seem that the communication cannot be received unless there was a tower like this one at the destination as well.
As for the coloring, one of the designers at the time seemed to be strangely particular about that part. Were they a reincarnated person?
âNow that Iâve checked everything out... I guess this is the next stop.â
Having done so, after checking out the interior corridors that were connected and easily accessible, he approached one of the doors in the corridor.
That door opened to the left and right, and next to the door was a button with what appeared to be an up-arrow symbol on it.
Yup. This is definitely an elevator. The elevator is also working well as if it is subject to maintenance magic.
He then entered the elevator after waiting for it to arrive, breaking through the ceiling to reach the area where the elevatorâs compartment for going up and down was located, before flying upward from there.
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The light ahead of them was different from Yuaâs ãFirelightã.
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Thinking that they might have reached the surface, their legs steps sped up naturally.
Seiya and Yua reached the light very quickly.
ãThis is not the surfaceã
ãYes.....but it is beautiful.....ã
ãI agreeã
Unfortunately, it was not the surface spreading ahead of the duo. However, rather that getting upset, they marveled at the beauty of this place.
In front of Seiya and Yua was a big lake.
They finally found an open space after all the walking. The sight of the lake could be said to be very mysterious.
ãBut there is no roadã
Indeed, as Seiya said, it was a big lake that spreads out far ahead. He couldnât find the way ahead.
In other words, the road has ended.
ãWhat should we do?ã
Seiya asks Yua what to do. So far Yua was leading their small party, it became natural for Seiya to ask her.
The answer to his question was very simple.
ãThere is no choice but to cross over the lake ......ã
ãAs I expected. Then, is our goal the land ahead?ã
Seiya points to the faintly visible plot of land in the deepest part of the lake.
It is about meters in a straight line from the place where they were standing to the land located in the deepest part of the lake. It is tough to swim all the way to the land, if there was a small boat it would have been much easier.
There is no such thing as a small boat in the Great Dalis Canyon. But Seiyaâs partner is a magician who can make impossible possible.
Before crossing the lake, they decided to have a breakfast.
ãYua, can I ask you for a boat?ã
She immediately created a small wooden boat with theãHoly Creationãspell of the holy attribute. Then she threw that boat into the lake to float.
ãWell then, letâs goã
It happened at the moment Seiya tried to jump onto the small boat floating in water and head to the land meters ahead. A large wave, which appeared out of nowhere, turned over the boat.
Seiya halted his movements and retreated a step. Same goes for Yua, she too took a step back.
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The sound of the waves resonated across the lake. Immediately afterwards, a buzzy sound came out from the water, and the source of the sound appeared.
ãThis is?!ã
ãSo big......ã []
A huge sea dragon stood up from within the lake and revealed his appearance to the duo.
Although this sea dragon couldnât be seen in its entirety, it was big enough to make the centipede look rather harmless. Moreover, its whole body was covered with hard scales, and it radiated a considerable pressure.
Clearly, it is not your average magical beast.
ãI canât believe it......ã
They suddenly lost their words, being stared at by this monstrosity.
But the monster was not kind enough to let them regain their bearing.
Locking on the duo, it constructs a large magic circle on its mouth and fires off his spell towards them.
Gaooooooo
A water cannon shot out from a magic circle deployed by a sea dragon with a big shout that could rupture your ears. Its power was no joke, and if they take a hit, they will probably depart straight to the afterlife.
ãCrap, ãDark Waveãã
Seiya cast theãDark Waveãat its full force towards the attack, which this sea dragon unleashed. There was absolute no leeway fo him.
TheãDark Waveãcasted by Seiya struggled with the water ball for a moment but somehow succeeded in destroying it.
But monsterâs attack doesnât end here.
ããDark Waveãã
Just like before, Seiya fought back with theãDark Waveãagainst the attack of the sea dragon, and again after a brief stalemate, the water ball was destroyed.
Both attacks of the sea dragon had considerable power, they were difficult to extinguish even with Seiyaâs dark power.
Although it attacked only twice, Seiyaâs mana was depleted considerably.
However, the monster did not take into consideration his condition and began its third attack.
Moreover, the magic circle this time is quite big, unlike the previous one, it is doubled in size.
ãAre you kidding me? This is just outrageousã
ãLeave this to me.....ã
Yua answered while summoning her weapon.
ãYurial......ã
The weapon that Yua created was not a rapier, Yuriel. Its color was white as Yuriel, but it was not a rapier but a bow.
Yurial â- It is a white bow, like Yuriel which is rapier, it is one of her favorite weapons.
Yua holds Yurial in her left hand while holding the string with her right hand, it points at the sea dragon.
ãYua?!ã
Seiya leaked a surprised voice seeing Yua holding Yurial. Because there was no arrow loaded in the bow.
ãItâs alright......ã
The next moment, arrows made from mana of light attribute were loaded into the bow.
Then Yua smiled a little bit and let go of the Yurialâs bowstring.
Yellow arrows, released from Yuriel, flew towards the sea dragon as if they were sucked in. But on the way, suddenly yellow arrows started to separate to become a rain of light arrows, pouring over the sea dragon.
Guaaaaa
The sea dragon exposed to the rain of the light arrow felt it, and the magic circle which he tried to construct shook.
ãSeiya......now......ã
ãLeave it to me,ãDark Waveãã
Seiya immediately castedãDark Waveãagainst the sea dragon whose attack was interrupted. However, the target of theãDark Waveãwas not a sea dragon but the magic circle.
The magic circle that was present a moment ago disappeared without a trace.
Seiya, looking at such sea dragon tells Yua.
ãYua, stop his movements. I will take him downã
As Yua said that, she immediately cast her next magic to seal off its movements.
Light attribute spellãHoly Hammerã â- It has âholyâ in its name but it is a spell of the light attribute, not the holy attribute. It is considered advanced spell, few people can successfully cast it.
This spell is the spell that crushes everything by increasing the pressure in the are of effect. When used against humans, its killing potential is quite high, so its use is restricted by church and academies.
But even if you say that it is capable of killing humans, what she currently targets is a monster. It is also quite large, the durability of its body is much more than a humanâs body.
So it was impossible for her to squeeze the sea dragon under theãHoly Hammerã.
However, it was still easy to restrict its movements.
ãHollinsã
Confirming that Yua sealed the movement of sea dragon, Seiya summoned Hollins, his trusted weapon. And while holding Hollins he cast a new spell.
When spellâs name was said, the yellow mana starts wrapping around Seiyaâs body. This spell was finally completed when Seiya regained his dark attribute.
Until now there was a danger of ruining the body, by mistakenly adjusting mana, but now it was different.
With the addition of the dark attribute, there was an option of decreasing the amount of mana. Using the dark attribute he erased the surplus of mana
If minus is added to the operation which had only plus and natural consumption, mana adjustment becomes much easier and security also increases. Right now, Seiya was able to exerciseãMantle of Lightãwith peace of mind.
Seiya, holding Hollins, launches himself in the air. He jumped with the pure leg strength and landed on the back of the sea dragon.
Landing on the back of the sea dragon, pressure of theãHoly Hammerãstrikes him, immediately Seiya extinguished the pressure exerted on himself using the dark attribute.
And Seiya, who became free of constraint, put the mana of light attribute also the Hollins to raise its sharpness and durability. Holding it in both hands, he stabbed the back of the sea dragon
Guguyy
The sea dragon screams from the pain caused by pressure and stab wound, but Seiya does not mind and pierces its back again.
Usually, he would have poured mana into the body of the sea dragon and erased his insides, but he couldnât do it so easily unless he knows what kind of constitution this monster had.
If sea dragon has an ability such as mana absorption, if Seiya pours the mana of the dark attribute, the situation will be reversed in a blink of an eye.
So Seiya decided to take his time and do it the safe way.
Seiya castedãTriple Lengthãon Hollins deeply stabbed in the back of the sea dragon. Thereby extending its length.
Getting stabbed even more deeply, sea dragon screamed in pain more than ever.
Watching a sea dragon and breathing out, Seiya says.
ãThis is the endã
At the next moment, Seiya strongly grasped Hollins, stabbed deeply in the back of the sea dragon, raised his arm strength, and pulled Hollins to the head of the sea dragon. He tore its back all the way to the head
Guooooo
The sea dragon with two swords in its head issued its final scream, and its life was extinguished.
ãFuh, it ended somehowã
Seiya breathes out, seating on the body of the sea dragon floating on the surface of the water. And Yua moves towards Seiya on the boat.
The facial expression of Yua still has a sense of distance, but it is a bit closer compared with the beginning when she met him.
Still, Yua did not trust Seiya.
But Seiya started to trust Yua.
Little by little, two people were closing the distance between them.
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After returning to Rioâs house, Pumpkin was made to sit upright on the ground while Kozo gave him a sermon.
Around them were the elf and lizardman who had gone to call people to Rio who looked like she didnât know what to do. Then there was a new face... or rather, a churchman whom the lizardman would have called. From the color of the magic, Pumpkin guessed his race was birdman. Even his feathers can be seen.
Pumpkin was, to put it mildly, perplexed by the three of them, including the birdman.
âHahaha! My face is like this to begin with.â
Kozo grasped his head as he glared at Pumpkin, but compared to that dark magic, it wasnât terrifying at all.
âI mean, why do you need to be furious with me over saving a single person?â
âYou have my appreciation for dispelling the spell imposed on Rioâs mother. But! How many people do you think have fainted because of the magic power you unleashed when you returned the curse? Even though no one was hurt, one wrong move and it could have been a catastrophe!!â
And to the Kunukihappy residents: please do not pass out from that amount of magic power output. Since I controlled it properly, the amount of magic power that leaked out into the surroundings must have been very minimal.
Furthermore, it wasnât that black magic power that leaked out, but my own magic power. There would be no immediate harm even if it was converted into magic; at best, it would be a slightly stronger gust of wind.
âHah... this pumpkin has a face that tells me I donât know what youâre talking about huh...â
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Youâre spot on, Kozo ojii-san. Hahaha.
I have neither regrets nor remorse!
âDo we have an agreement?â
âAh, I get it. Letâs leave it at that.â
âThanks then.â
Pumpkin dismissed Kozoâs persistent glare and faced the man in the human priestâs uniform.
âSo, Pumpkin-san... thatâs your name, right?â
âOh, yeah. I am Pumpkin. Who are you?â
âI am one of the priests of the Temple of Creation here in Kunukihappy, and my name is Plein.â
The birdmanâs priest, Plein, gave a light bow, and Pumpkin responded in kind, after which he stood up.
But still, the Temple of Creation huh? According to Mizuki, they are the God of Creation (lol). Well, I donât particularly mind if they are saving ordinary people. I donât even worship them.
I have to concentrate on Plein-sanâs story.
âFirst of all, Ryoko = Houki... Oh, I am referring to Rioâs mother. Thank you for saving her.â
âDonât worry about it, I only saved her by chance. Iâm sorry I ended up taking your job.â
âNo, peopleâs lives come first, so an apology is unnecessary. However, Iâm curious as to how in the world did you manage to repel such a curse? Even though Ryoko-san is currently sound asleep, her condition suggests that the curse must have been fairly powerful.â
âAh... my personal skills and magic have quite a bit to do with it, so itâs probably impossible for you to attempt the same trick, you know?â
âIâm fine with that. Even if I canât use it directly, it might be a hint for me to save people in the future.â
Pumpkin fixed his gaze into Pleinâs eyes with some magic power in them.
Plein, nonetheless, didnât even try to disengage his gaze; instead projected a sincere desire at the holes in his eyes with a sincere wish to be enlightened by him.
In a sense, Plein would be what one would label a fanatic. The ideal embodiment of a follower of God, however, might be seen in the way he would guide and help others without regard for himself for the sake of the community.
Well, not that I know anything about the doctrines of the Temple of Creation anyway.
Iâll still tell you, though. Even if I teach you, I doubt that you will be able to carry it out.
âOkay, Iâll just leave out some details.â
âThank you!â
Therefore, he told Plein what had he done without mentioning [Resonance] or being able to see the color of the magic power.
âWell, I guess thatâs about it.â
âPumpkin-san. You did something like that?â
And here was the response from them.
From the top, it was Pumpkin himself, Plein with an admiring look on his face, Rio with a convinced expression, and Kozo with a vacant stare.
I mean, donât Kozo ojii-sanâs cheeks looked strained? Well, forget it.
âBut this is certainly something I canât imitate.â
âI mean, I had Rioâs cooperation and Ryoko-sanâs, right? If her magic power wasnât an attribute somewhat similar to mine, I donât think I could have pulled it off.â
These were indeed genuine words.
Hypothetically speaking, if Ryokoâs magic power was closer to red instead of green, Pumpkin certainly could not have saved her.
Pumpkin was unclear because he had never experimented with it, but he believed that even the human body would be subject to [Overburst] and that transfusion of magic would essentially require tremendous care, control of magic power, and specialized knowledge as opposed to blood transfusion.
If an ordinary person were to imitate his trick, at the very least there would have to be a way to change the attribute of magic at will and some method to know the exact color of the other personâs magic.
âBut that was informative. Now that there are examples, perhaps someday I will be capable of doing it. Iâll continue to work hard on my training.â
âYeah. Even I still have a lot to learn, so Iâll do my best.â
âIâll strive to ensure that this wonât happen again too!â
[[Eh!?]]
âThatâs a frightening inadequacy of training...â
Ultimately, it was decided that Rio would be escorted by Plein, an Elf and Lizardman combination, purely out of caution... By the way, the elf womanâs name was Iris and the lizardman manâs name was Crave. Leaving them behind, Pumpkin and Kozo returned to the inn.
Yeah. According to my schedule today, I was going to wrap up my shopping and leave today but... well, this is fine. Iâm glad to know that I saved someoneâs life.
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ããããšãããããŸãã | There's the former Soviet megalomaniacs.
Saparmurat Niyazov, he was one of them.
Until his death in 2006, he was the all-powerful leader of Turkmenistan, a Central Asian country rich in natural gas.
Now, he really loved to issue presidential decrees.
And one renamed the months of the year including after himself and his mother.
He spent millions of dollars creating a bizarre personality cult, and his crowning glory was the building of a 40-foot-high gold-plated statue of himself which stood proudly in the capital's central square and rotated to follow the sun.
He was a slightly unusual guy.
And then there's that cliché, the African dictator or minister or official.
There's TeodorÃn Obiang.
So his daddy is president for life of Equatorial Guinea, a West African nation that has exported billions of dollars of oil since the 1990s and yet has a truly appalling human rights record.
The vast majority of its people are living in really miserable poverty despite an income per capita that's on a par with that of Portugal.
So Obiang junior, well, he buys himself a $30 million mansion in Malibu, California.
I've been up to its front gates.
I can tell you it's a magnificent spread.
He bought an â¬18 million art collection that used to belong to fashion designer Yves Saint Laurent, a stack of fabulous sports cars, some costing a million dollars apiece -- oh, and a Gulfstream jet, too.
Now get this: Until recently, he was earning an official monthly salary of less than 7,000 dollars.
And there's Dan Etete.
Well, he was the former oil minister of Nigeria under President Abacha, and it just so happens he's a convicted money launderer too.
We've spent a great deal of time investigating a $1 billion -- that's right, a $1 billion â oil deal that he was involved with, and what we found was pretty shocking, but more about that later.
So it's easy to think that corruption happens somewhere over there, carried out by a bunch of greedy despots and individuals up to no good in countries that we, personally, may know very little about and feel really unconnected to and unaffected by what might be going on.
But does it just happen over there?
Well, at 22, I was very lucky.
My first job out of university was investigating the illegal trade in African ivory.
And that's how my relationship with corruption really began.
In 1993, with two friends who were colleagues, Simon Taylor and Patrick Alley, we set up an organization called Global Witness.
Our first campaign was investigating the role of illegal logging in funding the war in Cambodia.
So a few years later, and it's now 1997, and I'm in Angola undercover investigating blood diamonds.
Perhaps you saw the film, the Hollywood film "Blood Diamond," the one with Leonardo DiCaprio.
Well, some of that sprang from our work.
Luanda, it was full of land mine victims who were struggling to survive on the streets and war orphans living in sewers under the streets, and a tiny, very wealthy elite who gossiped about shopping trips to Brazil and Portugal.
And it was a slightly crazy place.
So I'm sitting in a hot and very stuffy hotel room feeling just totally overwhelmed.
But it wasn't about blood diamonds.
Because I'd been speaking to lots of people there who, well, they talked about a different problem: that of a massive web of corruption on a global scale and millions of oil dollars going missing.
And for what was then a very small organization of just a few people, trying to even begin to think how we might tackle that was an enormous challenge.
And in the years that I've been, and we've all been campaigning and investigating, I've repeatedly seen that what makes corruption on a global, massive scale possible, well it isn't just greed or the misuse of power or that nebulous phrase "weak governance."
I mean, yes, it's all of those, but corruption, it's made possible by the actions of global facilitators.
So let's go back to some of those people I talked about earlier.
Now, they're all people we've investigated, and they're all people who couldn't do what they do alone.
Take Obiang junior. Well, he didn't end up with high-end art and luxury houses without help.
He did business with global banks.
A bank in Paris held accounts of companies controlled by him, one of which was used to buy the art, and American banks, well, they funneled 73 million dollars into the States, some of which was used to buy that California mansion.
And he didn't do all of this in his own name either.
He used shell companies.
He used one to buy the property, and another, which was in somebody else's name, to pay the huge bills it cost to run the place.
And then there's Dan Etete.
Well, when he was oil minister, he awarded an oil block now worth over a billion dollars to a company that, guess what, yeah, he was the hidden owner of.
Now, it was then much later traded on with the kind assistance of the Nigerian government -- now I have to be careful what I say here â to subsidiaries of Shell and the Italian Eni, two of the biggest oil companies around.
So the reality is, is that the engine of corruption, like Equatorial Guinea or Nigeria or Turkmenistan.
This engine, well, it's driven by our international banking system, by the problem of anonymous shell companies, and by the secrecy that we have afforded big oil, gas and mining operations, and, most of all, by the failure of our politicians to back up their rhetoric and do something really meaningful and systemic to tackle this stuff.
Now let's take the banks first.
Well, it's not going to come as any surprise for me to tell you that banks accept dirty money, but they prioritize their profits in other destructive ways too.
For example, in Sarawak, Malaysia.
Now this region, it has just five percent of its forests left intact. Five percent.
So how did that happen?
Well, because an elite and its facilitators have been making millions of dollars from supporting logging on an industrial scale for many years.
So we sent an undercover investigator in to secretly film meetings with members of the ruling elite, and the resulting footage, well, it made some people very angry, and you can see that on YouTube, but it proved what we had long suspected, because it showed how the state's chief minister, despite his later denials, used his control over land and forest licenses to enrich himself and his family.
And HSBC, well, we know that HSBC bankrolled the region's largest logging companies that were responsible for some of that destruction in Sarawak and elsewhere.
The bank violated its own sustainability policies in the process, but it earned around 130 million dollars.
Now shortly after our exposé, very shortly after our exposé earlier this year, the bank announced a policy review on this.
And is this progress? Maybe, but we're going to be keeping a very close eye on that case.
And then there's the problem of anonymous shell companies.
and we all know they're used quite a bit by people and companies who are trying to avoid paying their proper dues to society, also known as taxes.
But what doesn't usually come to light is how shell companies are used to steal huge sums of money, transformational sums of money, from poor countries.
In virtually every case of corruption that we've investigated, shell companies have appeared, and sometimes it's been impossible to find out who is really involved in the deal.
A recent study by the World Bank looked at 200 cases of corruption.
It found that over 70 percent of those cases had used anonymous shell companies, totaling almost 56 billion dollars.
Now many of these companies were in America or the United Kingdom, its overseas territories and Crown dependencies, and so it's not just an offshore problem, it's an on-shore one too.
You see, shell companies, they're central to the secret deals which may benefit wealthy elites rather than ordinary citizens.
One striking recent case that we've investigated is how the government in the Democratic Republic of Congo sold off a series of valuable, state-owned mining assets to shell companies in the British Virgin Islands.
So we spoke to sources in country, trawled through company documents and other information trying to piece together a really true picture of the deal.
And we were alarmed to find that these shell companies had quickly flipped many of the assets on for huge profits to major international mining companies listed in London.
Now, the Africa Progress Panel, led by Kofi Annan, more than 1.3 billion dollars from these deals.
That's almost twice the country's annual health and education budget combined.
And will the people of Congo, will they ever get their money back?
Well, the answer to that question, and who was really involved and what really happened, well that's going to probably remain locked away in the secretive company registries of the British Virgin Islands and elsewhere unless we all do something about it.
And how about the oil, gas and mining companies?
Okay, maybe it's a bit of a cliché to talk about them.
Corruption in that sector, no surprise.
There's corruption everywhere, so why focus on that sector?
Well, because there's a lot at stake.
In 2011, natural resource exports outweighed aid flows by almost 19 to one in Africa, Asia and Latin America. Nineteen to one.
Now that's a hell of a lot of schools and universities and hospitals and business startups, many of which haven't materialized and never will because some of that money has simply been stolen away.
Now let's go back to the oil and mining companies, and let's go back to Dan Etete and that $1 billion deal.
And now forgive me, I'm going to read the next bit because it's a very live issue, and our lawyers have been through this in some detail and they want me to get it right.
Now, on the surface, the deal appeared straightforward.
Subsidiaries of Shell and Eni paid the Nigerian government for the block.
The Nigerian government transferred precisely the same amount, to the very dollar, to an account earmarked for a shell company whose hidden owner was Etete.
Now, that's not bad going for a convicted money launderer.
And here's the thing.
After many months of digging around and reading through hundreds of pages of court documents, we found evidence that, in fact, Shell and Eni had known that the funds would be transferred to that shell company, and frankly, it's hard to believe they didn't know who they were really dealing with there.
Now, it just shouldn't take these sorts of efforts to find out where the money in deals like this went.
I mean, these are state assets.
They're supposed to be used for the benefit of the people in the country.
But in some countries, citizens and journalists who are trying to expose stories like this have been harassed and arrested and some have even risked their lives to do so.
And finally, well, there are those who believe that corruption is unavoidable.
It's just how some business is done.
It's too complex and difficult to change.
So in effect, what? We just accept it.
But as a campaigner and investigator, I have a different view, because I've seen what can happen when an idea gains momentum.
In the oil and mining sector, for example, there is now the beginning of a truly worldwide transparency standard that could tackle some of these problems.
In 1999, when Global Witness called for oil companies to make payments on deals transparent, well, some people laughed at the extreme naiveté of that small idea.
But literally hundreds of civil society groups from around the world came together to fight for transparency, and now it's fast becoming the norm and the law.
of the world's oil and mining companies are now covered by transparency laws. Two thirds.
So this is change happening.
This is progress.
But we're not there yet, by far.
Because it really isn't about corruption somewhere over there, is it?
In a globalized world, corruption is a truly globalized business, and one that needs global solutions, supported and pushed by us all, as global citizens, right here.
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âYes, have a nice tripâ
I missed my chance to kiss for the third time after all before I left for the adventurerâs guild.
Crescent Moon who left earlier was waiting inside the guild but her gaze was as cold as before.
âYo, you came, Mister Popular. I got tired of waitingâ
I wanted to say something but I stopped myself as it would have been useless.
I generally hate arguing with others.
âIâm sorry for keeping you waiting. So, did you get the Labyrinth exploration quest?â
âYeah. Mister Akatsuki has never been to a labyrinth, right?â
âThatâs right. I planned to go to one thoughâ
I wanted to become an adventurer to enter a labyrinth in the first place which Pikaru forbid me so I had to join the guild under a pseudonym.
I wanted to gain some experience in the labyrinth before I would meet the Hero Kazuma.
âSo Akatsuki doesnât even know the basics of exploring a labyrinth?â
âYeah, you could say thatâ
Though I wasnât able to look that much in front of Elsa, but this roundness is excellent as I thought.
Her two perfect mountains and that fascinating valley they produced.
âThen as a veteran itâs my duty to carefully explain everything to Mr. Newbie here, right?â
Crescent Moon proudly stuck her chest out.
I donât know why but it seemed like her mood got slightly better.
I mean, why are you holding out your right hand?
I donât really have any other choice so I gave her one gold coin.
âHehe, thank you as always.â
When the money reached her hand she her mood got even better.
But to always get one gold coin or ,0 yen taken is a serious matter.
Though this greedy mercenary wouldnât be convinced if it was just one silver coin equivalent to 2,000 yen.
I donât even want to think about gold coins being something equal to silver coins to me some time soon.
âHey, what are you thinking? So, when a labyrinth is found a quest to investigate it is given out.â
âYeah. What should one check while investigating?â
âLetâs see, what you can find in it, how big it is, how many floors it has and so on.â
âI see, so youâre saying anything is fine? Is it fine to take back things from monsters I defeated inside?â
âNaturally. Moreover, the reward increases depending on what you subdued.â
Even if you defeat this worldâs monsters itâs not like they would drop money or magic stones.
Instead, things like fangs and leather turn into material and one gets a bonus depending on the strength and number of the defeated monsters and the degree of danger.
Apart from the rewards of the guildâs quest this is how adventurers earn money.
âSo, a new labyrinth was found this time around and an exploration quest got extensively handed out.â
âIs it a usual occurrence for a labyrinth to be discovered?â
âAre you stupid? Thereâs no way that would be the case, right? A new labyrinth might be found once every few years, itâs that rare. You are lucky, Mister.â
Often a labyrinth is made by a monster settling down in naturally formed cave or limestone cave or the like.
If the monsters settled in it have a high propagative power and are of humanoid form like Goblins, Gnomes and Orcs they dig holes and expand the cave by themselves and may create multiple layers.
Itâs the most commonly seen labyrinth called A type.
In the case of such A type labyrinths almost only the same kind of monsters inhabit it.
Though there are some rare cases where a large number of Goblins are led by some Orcs.
In A type labyrinths, valuable things like magic items and treasures are hardly found.
Once it got investigated and emptied out the labyrinth will stay empty.
After some time passes other monsters might settle down in it again.
âMoreover, it seems like the one this time is slightly differentâ
According to the preliminary investigation conducted before the quest was handed out various kinds of monsters were confirmed to inhabit it.
Besides, the cave itself doesnât look like something that formed naturally.
âItâs categorized as S type and it seems to be considerably big.â
The S type different from the spontaneously made A type âis something intentionally madeâ.
A high ranking magician or an extremely strong monster possessing intelligence might have made it.
Because they want to protect or hide something special like their residence in the deepest part they kill adventurers who come to investigate it and take their equipment.
Various types of monsters are placed in it and the deeper you get the higher the danger.
Often there are dangerous traps and many locked doors so lock-picking skills are essential.
âHow is it, thereâs no way someone would want to miss out on that, right? Those who are talented already headed there one after the other and I also want to go there as soon as possible. Because letting other people steal all the sweet spots is unacceptable.â
In the case of S type labyrinths requests outside of the adventurerâs guild are widely spread.
When I asked where the labyrinth is located this time I was told that it was discovered in Earl Mcbellâs territory.
Kouga village, the hometown of the assassins which got send after me, the dark corps, is located in that mantis guyâs territory so Iâm interested.
âSome preparations are necessary. Letâs take Knopf, Pick and some other guys with us.â
âThat cat-eared magician and the hobbit thief. That thiefâs lock picking skills were indeed brilliant and though that magician seems a little strange but sheâs skilled. It would have been great if she could use recovery magic but healing spells are of the light magic system so they canât be used if one isnât a priest. Iâm bad in dealing with priests.â
A priest would certainly be a bad match for that miserly mercenary.
However, Crescent Moon still seems to have trouble dealing with Knopf.
It looks like the air rifle magic had a great impact on her.
âThen I shall invite Knopf and Pick tomorrow. Shall we depart on the day after tomorrow?â
âThough I want to hurry and go as soon as possible but it canât be helped. Okay, then I go collect some information tomorrowâ
Crescent Moon invited me to dinner and after we ate together I returned to Carloâs mansion.
I wanted to also invite Elsa but I didnât because then Crescent Moonâs mood would only grow worse.
I wonder if Elsa is eating properly.
The next day I left the mansion while wearing the mask, borrowed a horse and first went to the windmill Knopf was living in.
ââThatâs the story, so, do you want to come with us?â
âOf course, I want to come. Investigating an S type labyrinth is something one could only rarely experience after all.â
âThen is it fine with you to wait tomorrow morning at the adventurerâs guild?â
âUnderstood, Iâll get ready.â
Next I went to the Rabbit groupâs hiding place.
Itâs been a long time since I came here.
âAah! Isnât that the head?! Hey everyone, Head Akatsuki came over!â
âLong time no see. Is Pick present?â
âShe went out but she should come back any minute now. Please enter.â
My two seniors Bass and Drum greeted me.
The thin and fidgety Bass and the strongly build, calm Drum.
A perfect combination as always, seniors.
âHowâs work?â
âHehehe, itâs going really well. Especially the quick horse delivery is profitable as well as increasing the customerâs good opinion of us.â
âOn the other hand our income as thieves became less. Recently the number of caravans trying to skip paying the tariff decreased and itâs getting harder to earn money.â
Though itâs good that the merchants paying the tariff increased but ironically the money earned by the Rabbit group decreased.
âThe highway connecting the Capital and Braham will soon get a stone pavement. If that happens not only will transportation of people and good via carriage become popular but also dispatching mounted messengers.â
âOoh, is that true? I never heard about that rumour.â
âHehe, it canât be wrong if itâs information from the Head, right? Because the head and this townâs influential people are well connected.â
Well connected, as Iâm the feudal lord itâs natural that Iâm familiar with this information.
âYeah, thereâs no doubt about that. It will be completed next spring so arrange a carriage and a horse as soon as possible.â
âUnderstood!â
If this goes well it might be able to substitute for their decreased income as thieves.
âWhat about information gathering?â
âAbout that, there are rumours about this territoryâs feudal lord Carlo and the other nobles are about to battle against each otherâ
âThatâs right, itâs a sign that there is conflict between the nobles.â
Hoh, my seniors are pretty good.
But thereâs already rumours about that?
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I want to take something rather humble to discuss.
I found this in the farmers' market today, and if anybody wants to take it home and mash it later, you're very welcome to.
The humble potato -- and I've spent a long time, 25 years, preparing these.
And it pretty much goes through eight different forms in its lifetime.
First of all, it's planted, and that takes energy.
It grows and is nurtured.
It's then harvested.
It's then distributed, and distribution is a massive issue.
It's then sold and bought, and it's then delivered to me.
I basically take it, prepare it, and then people consume it -- hopefully they enjoy it.
The last stage is basically waste, and this is is pretty much where everybody disregards it.
There are different types of waste.
There's a waste of time; there's a waste of space; there's a waste of energy; and there's a waste of waste.
And every business I've been working on over the past five years, I'm trying to lower each one of these elements.
Okay, so you ask what a sustainable restaurant looks like.
Basically a restaurant just like any other.
This is the restaurant, Acorn House.
Front and back.
So let me run you through a few ideas.
Floor: sustainable, recyclable.
Chairs: recycled and recyclable.
Tables: Forestry Commission.
This is Norwegian Forestry Commission wood.
This bench, although it was uncomfortable for my mom -- she didn't like sitting on it, so she went and bought these cushions for me from a local jumble sale -- reusing, a job that was pretty good.
I hate waste, especially walls.
If they're not working, put a shelf on it, which I did, and that shows all the customers my products.
The whole business is run on sustainable energy.
This is powered by wind. All of the lights are daylight bulbs.
Paint is all low-volume chemical, which is very important when you're working in the room all the time.
I was experimenting with these -- I don't know if you can see it -- but there's a work surface there.
And that's a plastic polymer.
And I was thinking, well I'm trying to think nature, nature, nature.
But I thought, no, no, experiment with resins, experiment with polymers.
Will they outlive me? They probably might.
Right, here's a reconditioned coffee machine.
It actually looks better than a brand new one -- so looking good there.
Now reusing is vital.
And we filter our own water.
We put them in bottles, refrigerate them, and then we reuse that bottle again and again and again.
Here's a great little example.
If you can see this orange tree, it's actually growing in a car tire, which has been turned inside out and sewn up.
It's got my compost in it, which is growing an orange tree, which is great.
This is the kitchen, which is in the same room.
I basically created a menu that allowed people to choose the amount and volume of food that they wanted to consume.
Rather than me putting a dish down, they were allowed to help themselves to as much or as little as they wanted.
Okay, it's a small kitchen. It's about five square meters.
It serves 220 people a day.
We generate quite a lot of waste.
This is the waste room.
You can't get rid of waste.
But this story's not about eliminating it, it's about minimizing it.
In here, I have produce and boxes that are unavoidable.
I put my food waste into this dehydrating, desiccating macerator -- turns food into an inner material, which I can store and then compost later.
I compost it in this garden.
All of the soil you can see there is basically my food, which is generated by the restaurant, and it's growing in these tubs, which I made out of storm-felled trees and wine casks and all kinds of things.
Three compost bins -- go through about 70 kilos of raw vegetable waste a week -- really good, makes fantastic compost.
A couple of wormeries in there too.
And actually one of the wormeries was a big wormery. I had a lot of worms in it.
And I tried taking the dried food waste, putting it to the worms, going, "There you go, dinner."
It was like vegetable jerky, and killed all of them.
I don't know how many worms [were] in there, but I've got some heavy karma coming, I tell you.
What you're seeing here is a water filtration system.
This takes the water out of the restaurant, runs it through these stone beds -- this is going to be mint in there -- and I sort of water the garden with it.
And I ultimately want to recycle that, put it back into the loos, maybe wash hands with it, I don't know.
So, water is a very important aspect.
I started meditating on that and created a restaurant called Waterhouse.
If I could get Waterhouse to be a no-carbon restaurant that is consuming no gas to start with, that would be great.
I managed to do it.
This restaurant looks a little bit like Acorn House -- same chairs, same tables.
They're all English and a little bit more sustainable.
But this is an electrical restaurant.
The whole thing is electric, the restaurant and the kitchen.
And it's run on hydroelectricity, so I've gone from air to water.
Now it's important to understand that this room is cooled by water, heated by water, filters its own water, and it's powered by water.
It literally is Waterhouse.
The air handling system inside it -- I got rid of air-conditioning because I thought there was too much consumption going on there.
This is basically air-handling.
I'm taking the temperature of the canal outside, pumping it through the heat exchange mechanism, it's turning through these amazing sails on the roof, and that, in turn, is falling softly onto the people in the restaurant, cooling them, or heating them, as the need may be.
And this is an English willow air diffuser, and that's softly moving that air current through the room.
Very advanced, no air-conditioning -- I love it.
In the canal, which is just outside the restaurant, there is hundreds of meters of coil piping.
This takes the temperature of the canal and turns it into this four-degrees of heat exchange.
I have no idea how it works, but I paid a lot of money for it.
And what's great is one of the chefs who works in that restaurant lives on this boat -- it's off-grid; it generates all its own power.
He's growing all his own fruit, and that's fantastic.
There's no accident in names of these restaurants.
Acorn House is the element of wood; Waterhouse is the element of water; and I'm thinking, well, I'm going to be making five restaurants based on the five Chinese medicine acupuncture specialities.
I've got water and wood. I'm just about to do fire.
I've got metal and earth to come.
So you've got to watch your space for that.
Okay. So this is my next project.
Five weeks old, it's my baby, and it's hurting real bad.
The People's Supermarket.
So basically, the restaurants only really hit people who believed in what I was doing anyway.
What I needed to do was get food out to a broader spectrum of people.
So people -- i.e., perhaps, more working-class -- or perhaps people who actually believe in a cooperative.
This is a social enterprise, not-for-profit cooperative supermarket.
It really is about the social disconnect between food, communities in urban settings and their relationship to rural growers -- connecting communities in London to rural growers.
Really important.
So I'm committing to potatoes; I'm committing to milk; I'm committing to leeks and broccoli -- all very important stuff.
I've kept the tiles; I've kept the floors; I've kept the trunking; I've got in some recycled fridges; I've got some recycled tills; I've got some recycled trolleys.
I mean, the whole thing is is super-sustainable.
In fact, I'm trying and I'm going to make this the most sustainable supermarket in the world.
That's zero food waste.
And no one's doing that just yet.
In fact, Sainsbury's, if you're watching, let's have a go. Try it on.
I'm going to get there before you.
So nature doesn't create waste doesn't create waste as such.
Everything in nature is used up in a closed continuous cycle with waste being the end of the beginning, and that's been something that's been nurturing me for some time, and it's an important statement to understand.
If we don't stand up and make a difference and think about sustainable food, think about the sustainable nature of it, then we may fail.
But, I wanted to get up and show you that we can do it if we're more responsible.
Environmentally conscious businesses are doable.
They're here. You can see I've done three so far; I've got a few more to go.
The idea is embryonic.
I think it's important.
I think that if we reduce, reuse, refuse and recycle -- right at the end there -- recycling is the last point I want to make; but it's the four R's, rather than the three R's -- then I think we're going to be on our way.
So these three are not perfect -- they're ideas.
I think that there are many problems to come, but with help, I'm sure I'm going to find solutions.
And I hope you all take part.
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ã©ããããããšãããããŸãã | Essentially, for three reasons: calculation, application, and last, and unfortunately least in terms of the time we give it, inspiration.
Mathematics is the science of patterns, and we study it to learn how to think logically, critically and creatively, but too much of the mathematics that we learn in school is not effectively motivated, and when our students ask, "Why are we learning this?"
then they often hear that they'll need it in an upcoming math class or on a future test.
But wouldn't it be great if every once in a while we did mathematics simply because it was fun or beautiful or because it excited the mind?
had the opportunity to see how this can happen, so let me give you a quick example with my favorite collection of numbers, the Fibonacci numbers. Yeah! I already have Fibonacci fans here.
That's great.
Now these numbers can be appreciated in many different ways.
From the standpoint of calculation, they're as easy to understand as one plus one, which is two.
Then one plus two is three, two plus three is five, three plus five is eight, and so on.
Indeed, the person we call Fibonacci was actually named Leonardo of Pisa, and these numbers appear in his book "Liber Abaci," which taught the Western world the methods of arithmetic that we use today.
In terms of applications, Fibonacci numbers appear in nature surprisingly often.
The number of petals on a flower is typically a Fibonacci number, or the number of spirals on a sunflower or a pineapple tends to be a Fibonacci number as well.
In fact, there are many more applications of Fibonacci numbers, but what I find most inspirational about them are the beautiful number patterns they display.
Let me show you one of my favorites.
Suppose you like to square numbers, and frankly, who doesn't? of the first few Fibonacci numbers.
So one squared is one, two squared is four, three squared is nine, five squared is 25, and so on.
Now, it's no surprise that when you add consecutive Fibonacci numbers, you get the next Fibonacci number. Right?
That's how they're created.
But you wouldn't expect anything special to happen when you add the squares together.
But check this out.
One plus one gives us two, and one plus four gives us five.
And four plus nine is 13, nine plus 25 is 34, and yes, the pattern continues.
In fact, here's another one.
adding the squares of the first few Fibonacci numbers.
Let's see what we get there.
So one plus one plus four is six.
Add nine to that, we get 15.
Add 25, we get 40.
Add 64, we get 104.
Now look at those numbers.
Those are not Fibonacci numbers, but if you look at them closely, you'll see the Fibonacci numbers buried inside of them.
Do you see it? I'll show it to you.
Six is two times three, 15 is three times five, 40 is five times eight, two, three, five, eight, who do we appreciate?
Fibonacci! Of course.
Now, as much fun as it is to discover these patterns, it's even more satisfying to understand why they are true.
Let's look at that last equation.
Why should the squares of one, one, two, three, five and eight add up to eight times 13?
I'll show you by drawing a simple picture.
We'll start with a one-by-one square and next to that put another one-by-one square.
Together, they form a one-by-two rectangle.
Beneath that, I'll put a two-by-two square, and next to that, a three-by-three square, beneath that, a five-by-five square, and then an eight-by-eight square, creating one giant rectangle, right?
Now let me ask you a simple question: what is the area of the rectangle?
Well, on the one hand, it's the sum of the areas of the squares inside it, right?
Just as we created it.
It's one squared plus one squared plus two squared plus three squared plus five squared plus eight squared. Right?
That's the area.
On the other hand, because it's a rectangle, the area is equal to its height times its base, and the height is clearly eight, and the base is five plus eight, which is the next Fibonacci number, 13. Right?
So the area is also eight times 13.
Since we've correctly calculated the area two different ways, they have to be the same number, and that's why the squares of one, one, two, three, five and eight add up to eight times 13.
Now, if we continue this process, we'll generate rectangles of the form 13 by 21, 21 by 34, and so on.
Now check this out.
If you divide 13 by eight, you get 1.625.
And if you divide the larger number by the smaller number, then these ratios get closer and closer to about 1.618, known to many people as the Golden Ratio, a number which has fascinated mathematicians, scientists and artists for centuries.
Now, I show all this to you because, like so much of mathematics, there's a beautiful side to it that I fear does not get enough attention in our schools.
We spend lots of time learning about calculation, but let's not forget about application, including, perhaps, the most important application of all, learning how to think.
If I could summarize this in one sentence, it would be this: Mathematics is not just solving for x, it's also figuring out why.
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Today, we encountered a D-ranked monster... a Treant subspecies called White Treant.
This subspecies seems to be stronger than normal and it has multiple monster cores.
The Hand-san defeated it instantly.
It died without a struggle and we got monster cores.
There was also one B-ranked monster.
Itâs the first time Iâve seen a B-ranked monster, itâs quite different from a C and D ranked.
It looks very strong. Still, is it inferior to a Manticore?
The Manticore is probably A-ranked. No, possibly higher.
The Hand-san fought seriously against the caterpillar-like B-ranked monster.
Mid-way through the fight his skin color changed to the color of iron, apparently it was a skill called ãIron Super Spiritã.
Apparently, it increases offense and defense by making the body like iron.
The Hand-sanâs fist blows were fierce, but he still got quite a few scratches.
Well, his wounds were healed with Margo-chanâs recovery magic.
In any event, high ranked monsters are scary.
Well, after that there was nothing particularly different about what we encountered and only ordinary D-rank and C-rank monsters came out.
The next day, there were so many D-ranked monsters~ especially, ant monsters.
Ants are still OK, but if a disgusting monster like a cockroach, centipede, or house centipedeappeared, will I cry?
I asked Margo-chan if she was OK with insect monsters, after all, I donât want to encounter them much.
She said the worst thing ever was a crane flymonster.
Certainly, crane flies are gross. Their long legs give me the creeps.
The next day, the worst happened. Yes, there was a crane fly monster.
Margo-chan and I hugged each other in fear over those long and creepy legs.
I think I was in tears.
Still The Hand-san easily defeated it.
As expected, he didnât want to touch it with his hands, and he defeated it by using shock waves from his fist.
That surpasses human.
The next day, nothing particular happened...
It has the calm before the store feeling.
The next day, this was the fifth day that I have been with The Hand-sanâs group. The survey ends today.
We woke up and had breakfast and continued the survey much like how we had been the last few days.
So far today, mostly D and C ranked monsters have appeared.
Yes, nothing much has changed so far.
I think about an hour after finishing lunch?
Suddenly, we heard nearby a sound that didnât sound like a person nor a monster.
ãKeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!ã
What? At the sound, The Hand-san quickly stopped and ordered us to not make a sound.
ãT... that voice, isnât it a Manticore...!?ã
ãMa, Manticore!? Is that true? The Hand-sanã
ãWhy would an S-ranked monster appear in this forest... Ah, but three A-ranked monsters appeared at the same time that one time...ã
As expected, the Manticore was an S-ranked monster.
In a concealed tone, The Hand-san says.
ãAlright? I canât beat a Manticore. I might be able to buy us some time... Anyway, just think about running awayã
ãHey, do you think maybe the Manticore is the boss of the Myrmecoleon that Gabaina-san fought before?ã
ãYea, there is that sort of feeling. There are lots of insect monsters and plant monsters in this forest, but no beast monsters. But there is the Myrmecoleon, a half insect, half beast monster.ã
Then The Hand-san looks like he remembered something.
ã... Oh yea, I had forgottenã
ãWhat happened? The Hand-sanã
ãSix years ago, this forest had a lot more plant monstersã
ãEh, but we have only encountered insect type monsters except for Treants, havenât we? ã
ãAh, what if the insect monsters were all born of that Manticore...? ã
ãBut isnât the Manticore a beast? ã
In response to that question, The Hand-san said looking surprised.
ãYea, it certainly looks that way. But that guy is a half-beast and half-insect monster, you know? ã
ããEee....?ãã
Both Gog-kun and Margo-chan are surprised.
ãEh... what part, what part of it is an insect? The Hand-sanã
ãIâve only seen it as a picture in a book, but itâs tail is that of a scorpion.ã
ãWha....!ã
ãThen, is it really...ã
ãAh, that guy might have increased the number of insect monsters. We need to contact the guild to get an S-ranked adventurer.ã
Right, the four of us quietly escape in consideration of the Manticore.
As we were doing that, a crane fly monster appeared.
But, right now we donât have time to be concerned about it.
However, it ignored us, and rushed to where the Manticore was.
Maybe...
It was too late when I had thought that.
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In a nobleâs house, not filling the bathtub with water is a matter of hygiene and effort. Transporting a large amount of water to the bathtub and boiling it is a great burden. It is impossible to leave the bathwater once a personâs body has polluted it.
But what about this bathhouse?
By continuously flowing the water from underground, the bathtub is always filled with clean, hot water. Regardless of how many people use it, it doesnât become unsanitary.
Mitrof slowly dipped his feet into the bathtub. It was warmer than the shower, but his feet still tingled.
He gritted his teeth and slowly sank into the water up to his waist.
The inside of the bathtub was sloping like a mortar. It seemed that there were places to sit on the edge, and many people were soaking only the lower half of their body.
In the center, he noticed men standing and chatting. There were young men laughing, while letting the flowing water massage their shoulders from the center.
It seemed that there was no right way to enter the bath, as Mitrof observed.
He slowly descended into the water as if scooping it up with his hands, and soon the water was up to his shoulders.
âAh, Aahh...â
He was speechless.
It was like a pigâs cry squeezed out of his throat, but Mitrof trembled with the pleasant sensation that ran up his spine.
It is as if his whole body is wrapped in hot cotton.
His limbs seemed to dissolve and disappear, and the hot water soaked into his bare spirit.
Melting away. The weariness.
Lanterns were hung here and there, but because steam rose up thickly, the bath was dimly lit no matter where one looked. But that dimness was also good.
The steam seemed to create a thin film between the people around him.
Within the group, he was an individual. And yet, there was a sense of unity.
He was alone, but not lonely.
The strange sensation was not just from the warmth and comfort of the water.
This space, this place called a bath, was good.
The pleasant sensation of soaking in the hot water almost made Mitrof slip down in the tub. He hurried back to the edge and sat in the available seat.
The water warmed Mitrofâs stomach.
The steam enveloped his upper body, and countless droplets had condensed into tiny beads.
Mitrof soaked in the spacious bathtub, and as people came and went, he vaguely watched them exchange places.
Mitrof was in a daze.
His thoughts, worries, loneliness, and anxiety had all vanished like steam.
His mind was now empty, and Mitrof was glad for it.
â...I could stay here forever.â
He muttered softly.
âThatâs trueâthereâs no better place than this comfortable spot.â
An unexpected response was returned.
Surprised, Mitrof turned to face the man who was entering the bath.
âIs it okay if I sit next to you?â
âY-Yes, of course.â
The man who sat next to Mitrof had a huge build that made Mitrof look up at him.
And above all, that face was that of a fierce beast. The mane around his face extended, and sharp eyes looked down on Mitrof.
âWhat, is this your first time seeing a beastman?â
âI, I am sorryâitâs my first time seeing someone from the Lionhead tribe.â
âI seeâour tribe doesnât settle in cities so oftenâIâm a bit of an oddball.â
His throat rumbled like thunder. It was an intimidating presence, but the man with the beastâs head seemed to be laughing.
âThis is the first time Iâve taken a bath in this city, and I loved it so much that my friends got fed up and went home, but I decided to stay in this city.â
âYou stayed because you wanted to take a bath?!â
âThatâs right! I love taking baths!â
His throat gurgled and growled.
âIf it feels this good, Iâd want to take one every day...â
âThatâs right. Thereâs no place like this in the whole country, and itâs cheap. Thereâs even a labyrinth. Earn some money, eat some food, and enjoy the baths hereâItâs full of the joy of living.â
âThe joy of living...?â
âIsnât that right? Just moving, eating, and sleeping like a beast will keep you one. Enjoying the hot springs is a form of entertainment. Itâs also interesting to be able to enjoy a conversation with strangers like thisâbeing naked in the hot springs makes oneâs speech more casual.â
âI see,â Mitrof nodded.
It seems that the people enjoy the bathhouse not only to keep their bodies clean and calm their minds but also as a place for social interaction.
âIâd live here, too.â
âIf you can appreciate the charm of this place, then you are a real man.â
If he had continued to live as a noble, he would never have met Grace. He would not have been brought to the bathhouse and would not have been sitting naked in the hot springs next to this huge male with a beastâs head.
In just a few days, Mitrofâs life had changed dramatically. It was a strange and perhaps unfortunate thing. The noble position he held was in an environment surrounded by luxury, with no danger to life and no trouble eating. The excess fat on Mitrofâs body is a symbol of the wealth of the nobility.
Living a life of only accumulating excess fat, Mitrof must have missed out on experiencing this scenery and moment.
Sitting in the hot spring at this moment, Mitrof thought that it wasnât so bad.
Being shoulder to shoulder with a total stranger with a beastâs head was an interesting experience.
Mitrof repeated the phrase âthe joy of living.â
âAh, this feels good.â
âExactlyâhot springs are truly amazing.â
Mitrof and the man with the beastâs head sometimes exchanged conversation as if theyâd suddenly remembered. When the conversation ebbed, theyâd fall silent and stare thoughtfully at the scenery.
Occasionally, someone who seemed familiar with the man with the beastâs head would pass by. They would wave and exchange a few words before moving on.
âBeing in a hot spring means being liberatedânot forced, not rushed.â
The man with the beast head said as he rumbled his throat.
Looking up at the ceiling, Mitrof nodded vigorously.
âBaths are the best.â
The two of them remained in the hot spring, listless, for a while.
Amazingly, the public bath is never closed for hours. Regardless of whether it is late at night or early in the morning, one can always soak in the tub.
Because it is run by the government, it is there as a paradise for people, disregarding profits and relieving their fatigue.
For adventurers returning from the labyrinth, there is neither morning nor night, and those who work with adventurers have irregular lives. Bakers start working from late at night, and lower-ranking officials and soldiers working in the royal castle also have changing work hours from morning to night.
Tired people exist at any time. There are people who want to take a bath.
Mitrof and the beast-headed man got out of the bath at the same time. Mitrof was a little dizzy.
âYouâll feel that way when youâre not used to the hot waterâthe body gets too hot. Itâs essential to drink plenty of fluids before entering.â
They left the bathhouse under the beast-headed manâs direction.
He thought it was only a dressing room, but there was a resting area beyond the shelves. There were wooden benches, and naked men were sitting and chatting. Menial workers were blowing wind with large fans.
The beast-headed man ordered something at the reception by the wall and came back with a wooden jug in both hands.
âHere, drink this.â
âWhat is this...?â
Looking closely, it was a white liquid with foaming bubbles.
âItâs Milk Aleâtry itâIt will make you fly.â
Saying that, the beast-headed man swung the jug and gulped it down.
Mitrof stared fixedly at the contents of the jug.
It seemed to be some kind of milk. But isnât ale beer?
Perhaps the two were mixed together. Would it be delicious?
Normally, he might not have drunk it. The values and common sense he had learned as a nobleman could sometimes lead to strong aversion.
Especially, nobles do not drink milk or ale. Only wine.
Nobles drinking ale at the table is a symbol of decline, poverty, and shabbiness.
Drinking milk is for peasants, and the nobles who manage their land should not drink the same thing. An old custom still remains.
Mitrof had only heard about both and had never drunk them before.
âHowever, I am already an adventurer.â Mitrof thought to himself.
Both milk and ale were unknown to him. He had a strong curiosity to taste them.
Mitrof took a sip and quickly gulped it down.
The liquid flowed into his mouth, and he was surprised by its coldness. He swallowed it down.
Itâs delicious!
Itâs so cold and easy to drink!
And yet, itâs like alcohol! The slightly fermented carbonation tingled his throat. It was a liquid, yet it had a certain presence.
Gulp, gulp. His throat made a sound on its own.
Mitrof closed his eyes tightly, and the bubbles popping in his throat were irresistible!
There was a slight bitterness, yet a sweetness and a rich flavor that could be felt through the nose. Perhaps the chill is what made it so delicious.
Despite there being a lot of ale in the tankard, Mitrof gulped it all down at once.
âBurp!â
He exhaled and took in the forgotten oxygen.
The cold milk-ale spread throughout his overheated body. His whole body felt weightless, and he felt comfortable as if he were floating.
âI canât believe this is legal.â
âYou drink wellâyouâll become a good man.â
The beast-headed man laughed and slapped Mitrofâs back, spinning around.
âIâve made up my mindâIâll come here every day and drink thisâand Iâm grateful for showing me something wonderful.â
The beast-head grinned, showing his fangs while his mouth was wide open.
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â.......I should have already said it. Even if we were all massacred, I wonât be pledging to anything. Be crushed by the fury of the Empireâ
âTo have that kind of attitude even after your sonâs been killed. Ma~a, to begin with, heâs probably never been loved by you. After all, the position of Emperor is decided through ability, thatâs why itâs not unusual for relatives to try and murder one anotherâ
It was exactly as Cam said, relatives could gain the position of Emperor by winning a duel. Even if the partner is killed during the duel it wouldnât be considered a crime.
Gaharudo had many concubines who gave birth besides the queen, Bias himself was a child of a concubine which managed to become Crowned Prince through showing his abilities in duels. It was befitting of their principles, the weak will follow the strong! and there you have it.
Probably because of that, Gaharudoâs expression didnât change at all. Since the beginning, the standards were either weak or strong, there have been rumors that there were no love for his sons and daughters......there didnât seem to be any hidden emotions either, so it may very well be true. Rather, the aide from a while ago was the only time he really exposed his anger.
Gaharudo that was snorting towards Camâs words.
âIf you know that itâs useless now then just stopâ
âThereâs no rush. You wonât pledge no matter what? Youâll continue tormenting the Demi-humans after this? Youâll continue tracking down our Haruia Tribe?â
âIs that so.....âDelta , this is Alpha , do itââ
All of the sudden, Cam started saying things which Gaharudo couldnât comprehend. Though Gaharudo had a questioning expression, in the next moment, he felt and heard the roar of a huge explosion through his belly and the complexion of his face changed.
â-. What was that just now!â
âWhat, itâs not that much of a big deal. We only blew up the barracks that were watching the slavesâ
âBlew up? It canât be......â
âFumu, how many people were inside again......anyways several hundreds of soldiers just died. Itâs all your fault, Gaharudoâ
âYou bastards did it!â
âNope, it was you, Gaharudo. Your decision claimed the lives of those soldiers. And......âDelta , this is Alpha , do itââ
Once again, Cam muttered things which Gaharudo couldnât comprehend, Gaharudo immediately called out to him. It was far too bad of a joke that they could remotely detonate explosives from this location.
âOi! Hauria~!â
However, Gaharudoâs words were in vain, a second roar erupted. Not within the Imperial Castle. A large explosion occurred somewhere in the capital.
Holding back his emotions, Gaharudo asked.
â......Where was that explosion?â
âThe hospitalâ
âWha, damn you!â
âBe relieved. What blew up was the militaryâs hospital. The only ones that died were soldiers and their doctors......to begin with, the public hospital, Inns, brothels, residential areas, though lots of people lost their homes and are living in temporary shelters after the Majinzokuâs attack, do you have any request?â
âDonât go laying your hands on the general public! How far are you going to fall Hauria!â
â.......You guys always persecuted us Demi-humans. Youâve got no right to complain when the positions are turned around......âDelta, do itââ
âWait~!â
The entire Empire persecuted the Demi-humans, at this point how is the general public not involved? Cam showed a slightly amazed voice. Then, mercilessly gave out the order.
The third explosion was heard, this time Gaharudo was grinding his teeth together as he was convinced that the publics buildings were bombed. But actually it was the drawbridge which allows entry into the Imperial castle. Since there will likely be reports coming from the capital about the explosions, the only route to enter the castle was destroyed.
In addition, Camâs words were partly a bluff, they never set any bombs in areas that werenât related to the army. The explosions werenât caused through remote methods either, a unit of Hauriaâs that sneaked into the castle had to manually set them off, due to this they couldnât set up bombs in many places.
âIf you wonât be pledging then we have no other choice. Iâll have to set off every bomb weâve set up in the capital, you Imperial aristocrats and leaders here will be lending a hand in it. Thousands of people will be accompanying each other to the otherside. Itâs not a bad way to end huh?â
What he was saying was definitely terrorist-like. Who the heck taught him......though some glances were focused on the boy in the corner of the hall, the actual person was indifferent.
Towards the merciless demand, Gaharudo couldnât decide quickly and became silent. Though he was looking through his head for a method of breaking out of the current situation, no bright ideaâs came to mind. His expression was sour and breaking out in cold sweat, it showed that he was being cornered.
And despite that Cam didnât allow him any breathing room at all. Since the reply was slow he gave out orders.
ââDelta, this is Alpha .......do-ââ
Gaharudo called out in a panicking voice. And he slammed his head into the ground several times to calm himself down, looked up with a face as if giving up
âShiâ-, damn it all! I get it! Itâs my defeat! Iâll accept your demands! Thatâs why, stop taking lives indiscriminately through explosions!â
âThatâs excellent. Then pledge to the oathâ
Even though the demands were accepted, Cam replied indifferently. Gaharudo could only show a bitter smile. And while relaxing his shoulders, he talked to the remaining survivors within the hall.
âHa~a, damn, Iâm sorry you guys. I was done in this time. .....In the Empire strength is everything. These Usagininzoku, the Haura, showed it through âbringing down the Imperial castleâ. Holding the lives of people. Hence, âAs the representative of Hoelscher! All Demi-human slaves shall be freed! We shall never interfere with the Sea of Trees! Now at this time, the persecution and enslavement of Demi-humans is now prohibited! Those who break these vows shall be severely punished by the Empire! They shall also be enacted as new laws in the Empire!â If you guys have complaints, come to my place! If you can beat me, you can do whatever you want afterwards!â
If you wanted to treat Demi-humans as slaves like always, exterminate all who hold Hoescherâs blood! Iâll take you on! he declared. He really was a man who adhered to the principles that abilities reigned supreme. Of course this judgement does no harm to the Empire besides their loss of relations with the Demi-humans, as expected, losing in a direct battle had quite a huge impact.
âFumu, youâve finally answered correctlyâ
Along with those words, spotlights showed down onto everyone in the Emperorâs clan. The still young and oldest grandchildren who should not have been at the hall had a necklace with a bright red stone on their necks.
âIf you donât want the Hoelscher blood to be exterminated, donât forget the oathâ
âI knowâ
âThe content of the oath will be made public tomorrow, at the very least liberate all the slaves in the capital by the end of tomorrowâ
âBy tomorrow? Just how many slaves do you think there are in the Empire......â
âDo itâ
âYou dirty *******! I just have to do it right, Iâll do it!â
âFree the slaves and send them directly to the Sea of Trees. Gaharudo. You must accompany them to Fair Bergen. And then repeat the oath in front of the eldersâ
âAlone? Wouldnât I normally be killed?â
âWeâll return you back safely. If you died, various problems would arise?â
âHaa~, I got it. Iâve had a bad feeling ever since you guys broke out of prison. To think that weâd be pushed this far. ......Na~a, do you have a grudge against me or the Empire, Hajime Nagumo?â
Gaharudo glared at Hajime through the darkness.
However there was no answer from Hajime. While holding Ririana by the neck like a kitten, he was leaning against the wall and yawning. Right now was the Haruia tribeâs time to take the leading role. Thatâs why, he seemed to take on the stance âIâm only a spectator in this affairâ.
There werenât any lights, even though Gaharudo couldnât see his appearance, he at least figured that Hajime had no intentions of answering. Gaharudo grandly clicked his tongue.
âGaharudo, as a warning. We definitely obtained some help from our benefactor who changed us. However, that power had already became ours exclusively. If we wanted to, we could easily search for information and invade the castle at any time. Itâs easy to scratch your neck when sleeping. If you donât make the laws, even without the power of our benefactor our blades could easily cut your neckâ
âExclusive use. Iâm quite jealous. To be able to use artifacts even though Demi-humans have no magical powers......â
Gaharudoâs crushed and sour expressions werenât hard to believe. Because it was impossible for the Demi-humans to stand up against another race without magic, however with the use of artifacts that fact was easily destroyed.
However, it isnât enough to just say stop it, at best they could only curse out at them. âJeez, what else could I do!â, Gaharudo shouted his feelings towards Hajime.
His army was burning down because of the person who created an artifact which allowed him to fly in the air and travel the distance which should have taken months into just a day and a half, if anyone were to be armed with artifacts of that stature then the Hauriaâs claim of being able to invade anywhere and carry out assassinations held lots of credibility.
By the way, what was used this time around was the âSpider-typed Golem Scoutâ, âImproved Telepathy Stoneâ, and the âGate Keyâ.
The âSpider-type Golem Scoutâ was the spider that saved Ririana. It was approximately 5 centimeters in length, can go anywhere through remote control with âTransmutingâ and âThreadâ, the images are sent to the âCrystal Displayâ through the âDistance Transmitting Stoneâ, and it can sense magic traps just like the magic eye. It also has paralysis and sleeping poison in its feet, even poison which makes it so that the little sonny doesnât get up.
After Hajime entered the castle, he scattered and installed countless spider-typed golems everywhere. The reason why Hajime was seemingly distracted while in the castle was because the majority of his concentration was used to operate the golems. It was only a coincidence that he saw and helped Ririana while moving towards an installation point.
And the images that the countless spider-typed surveillance cameras that were set up were being transmitted back to the crystal displays installed at Headquarters, each Hauria force had an operator who communicated through the âImproved Telepathy Stoneâ, which enabled efficient and precise suppression.
The âImproved Telepathy Stoneâ was the single and most useful artifact to use against Gaharudo.
The principle was this. Oreâs with the property of âHigh-Speed Magic Recoveryâ was created through Creation Magic and added into the magical power tanks which caused them to auto regen, it always added fuel back into it as âMagic Radiationâ was being emitted.
And the magic formation needed to activate it was a kind of sliding switch which was placed on it to allow it to smoothly activate on and off. Furthermore, there was a function which responded to the blood and status plate, meaning only the blood of the user would be accepted.
As a result, the Hauria forces were able to cooperate elaborately with Headquarters which was stationed outside of the capital.
Since they canât actually operate the golems, without Hajime theyâd have to manually place the spider-typed surveillance cameras. For that purpose, they infiltrated into the castle and installed the new hidden cameraâs for the Haruia. Because the golems were unnecessarily complex, they were made to be hard to spot.
Moreover, the key-typed artifact âGate Keyâ held a similar principle, because Hajime set up and concealed the keyhole-typed artifact âGate Hallâ in places, the Hauria are able to invade the castle anytime through opening the gate.
Really, from the Empireâs view, âWhat else could I do!â, was definitely the right state.
To begin with, the magic traps are difficult to disarm without being able to directly manipulate magical power, so the fact is, another invasion would probably never be as smooth as this one.
Hajime and them purposely used Kouki to enter the castle, besides installing the spider-typed golem scouts, they were also to disarm traps that the golems discovered. Hajime and Shia in particular, Yue and Shia had to use the âPresence Severing Stoneâ to easily hide their presence, Kaori also acted, the magic traps were disarmed without notice before the party began.
For now, though there were artifacts devised to disarm magic traps, Fairglass (a goggle-typed artifact which could detect magic traps) was distributed to the Hauria, however this time they had no time for that. Thatâs why although they wouldnât be able to disarm the traps, they could evade them instead.
âDonât worry about it, Gaharudo. The artifacts only belong to the Haruia and no other Demi-humans. Now that youâve swore to the oath, it wouldnât do for us to get full of ourselves and attack the Empire. If that happens, we Hauria will wield our blades against the foolish people of Fair Bergenâ
Towards those words, Gaharudo guessed that the Hauria were independent from Fair Bergen, however they single-mindedly interfered in order to save their fellow Demi-humans (although it was actually only for the Usagininzoku).
âIs that so. I get the idea now. Thatâs why, release us already. An unreasonable request was made to be done by tomorrow. If I donât act now I probably wouldnât be able to make it on timeâ
â......Thatâs good. We Hauria will always be watching you guys. Donât even think about forgetting it in your dreams eitherâ
Towards those last words, the spotlights disappeared and silence surrounded the hall. At the same time that his presence perception informed him that the Hauria were withdrawing, Hajime received a transmission.
â-Boss. This is Alpha 1. All troops have withdrawn. For all the help, we cannot thank you enough
â-It was for Shiaâs sake. Donât mind it. Besides, everythings not over yet. Stay cautious. Or rather, whatâs up ahead is the true battle. Thereâs no guarantee that there wouldnât be an idiot whoâll think âEliminate the Emperorâs clanâ.
â-Iâll take it to heart, boss. Since the beginning, weâve been resoluted and prepared to fight. This path, is the path that the new Hauria tribe has decided to walk down.
Towards Camâs words filled with resolution and drive, Hajimeâs lips raised up. And he gave them a pure praise.
â-Is that so. If youâre resolute then thereâs nothing else for it. To all Hauria tribesmen. You were superb!
Towards the boss who they loved, respected and led them, all Hauriaâs Usamimis extended straight up! and after a beat passed by.
In the next moment through the telepathy stone, a grand shout erupted.
â-Oo~OOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
That was the cry of victory. For hundreds of years, they were the losers of losers who continued suffering bitter experiences, it was the cry of delight after finally bringing down a huge enemy for the first time.
Being completely honest, what lays ahead is a sight where itâs prohibited to enslave and persecute Demi-humans, prohibited to interfere with the Sea of Trees, and Demi-humans are protected. Exactly as Hajime said, people who desired Demi-humans as slaves would come and try to eradicate the Emperorâs clan, thereâs even a possibility that thereâs a hole in the oath which the Empire may use to oppress the Demi-humans again.
Thatâs exactly why, it was appropriate to say that the Hauriaâs battle starts now.
At the very least, the oath was imposed, by now, if the Empire invades the Sea of Trees, the Hauria wouldnât be able to do anything. With this earned time, the Hauria can save and gather power and numbers, and if necessary acquire high level techniques (Assassination) and guerrilla tactics. That way, even if the Empire is prepared to overcome the Oath, they wonât get what they want so easily.
Right, the point of the strategy right now was to make the people at the top of the Empire wear collars and buy time to allow the Hauria to gather strength to be able to withstand the Empire. As such, certainly, the victor of this fight was unmistakably the Hauria Usagininzoku from the weakest Demi-human species.
âDamn, those guys, I shouldnât have left them unattended. .....Someone, the lights....a~a, thatâs right is anyone there.....tte, kora~a! Hajime Nagumo! You *******, how long do you plan on pretending! At any rate, youâre uninjured! Do something about this situation!â
Hajime narrowed his eyes as the Hauriaâs shout of joy was being communicated, at the same time Shia was embracing and rubbing up on Hajime because of the strategies success, from the other side (even in the darkness Hajime could see Gaharudoâs appearance rolling around) of the darkness, and began to hear Gaharudoâs angry voice.
By the way, the moment that he was embraced by Shia, Ririana who he was holding onto was cast aside without hesitation. Towards the sudden attack which caused the death of her fiance, Ririana could only be stunned, after being treated so by Hajime, with tears in her eyes, âEven though, Iâm a Princess~!â, while muttering about her constant grief, she crumbled onto the ground like a woman who was deserted by her lover.
âalright, I hear you......â
While embracing Shia with one hand, he took out an ore from the âTreasure Warehouseâ which flew up towards the ceiling and emitted light. The light stone that floated towards the ceiling in the darkness caused the hall to brighten up just like daytime when they were brought to the hall.
The party hall became completely visible, âhorrifyingâ was the perfect word for it. There were huge quantities of blood splattered everywhere and countless heads on the ground. Besides the heads on the ground which didnât have time to say goodbyes, everyone else seemed to be alright, though they were all groaning and crawling on the floor with their tendons in their hands and feet cut.
There were lots of mademoiselles who had toilet accidents due to the fear and pain. The moment when the hall was lit up and the disastrous scene was seen, many lost their consciousness, in a certain sense it was good fortune.
Though some of the courageous mademoiselles were just barely conscious, the moment they saw Shiaâs Usamimis, they gave out screams and fainted as the whites in their eyes showed. Even the men who didnât fear much was frightened when they saw Shia.
It appears that the fear of the Hauria tribe was deeply carved into them.
Within that, Hajimeâs group and the Heroâs group was clearly completely unhurt. The people who were fighting until they end were giving them stares full of hatred. It appears that they completely believed that it was a conspiracy.
âOi, kora, Hajime Nagumo. Quit flirting already and help out. What kind of nerves do you have to be able to admire a woman in this situation, and on top of that an Usagininzoku woman at thatâ
âNah, look, Shiaâs a weak rabbit after all, the raid from earlier frightened her. Sheâs so pitiful. Those guys were truly fearsome people. All I could do was protect myselfâ
While saying those foolish things, Hajime was shivering unnaturally.
Veins appeared on Gaharudoâs forehead. Even the people whose tongues were cut to seal off there chants, while on the ground glared at them cruelly as if stating, âWeâll kill you with glares!â. Kouki and them who had strong nerves even trembled from the gazes.
âHow impudent.....in any case, it doesnât change the fact that youâre unhurt. If you hold no malice against the Empire then, nurse us, being needed by people is good isnât it
âHowever about that, your subordinates are giving out blood thirst as if saying that the instant theyâre healed theyâll attack us......In that case, is it alright if I just finish them off?â
âThereâs no way thatâs alright! Oi, you guys! Donât ever lay your hands on that monster over there! Even if heâs just a damn cheeky brat whos always being surrounded by great women and surely started a conspiracy with the Haruia tribe, donât you dare go waste your lives!â
The surviving subordinateâs eyes distort due to their masters command for them to stay alive with regret. Hajime saw their eyes distorting.
âLook, even if I want to kill you guys, thereâs no one here stupid enough to willingly jump into a monsterâs jaws. I wonât have it. If we donât get started soon some people are going to bleed out. Iâm begging you, Hajime Nagumoâ
âMa~a, I donât particularly mind if you guys wonât be coming at me. Iâm relying on you, Kaoriâ
âUn~, leave it to me.....âSacred Textâ!â
Without chanting. Without magic formations. the wave of first-class recovery magic shined immediately after calling out the magic name and rippled throughout the entire party hall. With that the wounded people were healed up instantly.
âEven recovery skills are monster class. ......I canât take this
Gaharudo complained with a tired expression after he noticed that Kaoriâs recovery magic wasnât normal. Gaharudoâs subordinates were dumbfounded as well to be completely healed in an instant. To be able to immediately cast first-class magic was impossible for the general people so it was natural.
Disregarding the mademoiselles who fainted and didnât get back up, those who could fight immediately gathered around Gaharudo and they looked towards Hajime with stern and cautioned expressions.
âBut your Majesty! These guys clearly guided them in!â
âThatâs right! Even the Crowned Prince......we canât just leave them alone!â
âAt this rate the Empireâs pride will fall to the ground!â
Gaharudoâs troublesome subordinates all speak out in sequence.
Even though they felt that Kaoriâs recovery magic wasnât normal, they had not witnessed Hajimeâs powers with their own eyes. Moreover, some of them previously saw Kouki and the Emperorâs fight at the Kingdom, because of this they âalternativelyâ used it as reference.
Above that, the damage that the Hauria caused was massive. After all, they placed a âCurseâ on the present Emperor and his clan, although that was largely the reason, it was also because the next-in-term Emperor was beheaded. They couldnât back down easily.
Towards the subordinates rage, Gaharudo sighed out while gaining drive. For them who groaned and staggered, Gaharudoâs voice filled with dignity turned towards the people within the hall.
âQuit making so much noise! I believe Iâve already said, donât go dying pointlessly. Got it, that white haired eyepatch wearing fellow is a true flesh and blood monster. Even if we brought out an entire army, he alone would annihilate it, thatâs who weâre facing. ......Theyâre strong, donât even step on their shadows. Iâm not saying we have to follow what that guy says but, as people who adhere to the principle that abilities reign supreme, at least have the ability to judge the opponents strength!â
With an angry and shaking voice, the subordinates and even the aristocrats stiffen up.
âIt goes the same for the Hauria tribe. Those guys who should have had the weakest power came and challenged the entire Empire. The reason why we were done in was because we were stupid and weak? I donât intend to leave things off like this, those guys also probably think the same......but first admit it. We lost. The losers follow the victor. That is the Empireâs rule! Even still, if you have a complaint then let me hear it! Convince me through power, make me follow you! Just like those guys did!â
Gaharudoâs angry voice echoed throughout the party hall. Those who couldnât stand looked towards him, after the subordinates around Gaharudo hesitated slightly, they hung their heads down before him. Deep within themselves they knew, the one who fought until the final moment was Gaharudo. Gaharudoâs words, more than anything was heavy.
âUn, with this itâs case closedâ
Towards Hajimeâs satisfied words, everyone turned to look at Hajime with hatred. Those gazes spoke more than words. That is, âYouâre one to talk! You God of Plague!â.
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Even while hiding their hostility against Hajime and them, the surviving Empire soldiers had to face the reality that they were unable to meaninglessly throw away their lives, Little by little they regain their composure because of Gaharudo.
Although the drawbridge was destroyed empire soldiers began to arrive at the castle and the silent party hall began to become noisy once again, control was quickly brought back from the confusing situation.
Leaders of the survivors were gathered, despite being in the middle of night they were holding an emergency meeting to adhere the oaths. Mid-way in, one of the leaders who wasnât at the party hall laughed at the foolish contents of the oath......
That moment, the lights in the conference room instantaneously died out, when the lights came back on the horror of a subordinateâs head laying on the table appeared, it was the subordinate of the man who was opposing them. The man could do nothing but nod away while turning pale. The other leaders were reminded of the party and began to tremble. The later talks seemed to have been settled quickly.
While compiling damage reports from every place, the laws for the Demi-humans were rapidly made (the draft prepared by the Hauria). At this point, Gaharudo found out that the Hauria had not laid their hands on the general public.
However, from the fact that none of the general facilities were reported to have been destroyed through explosions, he received a message that it was possible to blow them up at anytime and began to worry substantially because of all the possible bombs planted in their facilities.
And within the middle of the night, soldiers were woken up because of the explosions, their individually owned slaves were guided to the countless temporarily raised tents on the open plot of land from the previous demon turmoil. They immediately began to retrieve the slaves in the next building where slaves were being held.
Naturally, fierce resistance was bound to happen. Just when they were woken up in the middle of night, the owned slaves were being forcefully seized. In particular, the slave association was showing symptoms of becoming bankrupted. Financial compensation was promised to be given at a later time, even though it was a royal command by the Emperor, they werenât able to easily consent to it.
Nevertheless, it was a direct order from the country, they had no choice but to compromise.....stretching time in between then and now, there were many who folded and whined, roughly all of those people were found beheaded in the morning.
And when the afternoon of the next day came to pass, an abnormal situation with Demi-humans gathered in one place in the capital caused citizens to gather and the announcement from the Empire was announced. About the consent of the oath and the additional laws that were established.
Towards the bluntly reported announcement, the citizens became dumbfounded. That was to be expected. Their familiar and convenient tools were suddenly taken away from them. Moreover, it was forbidden to capture them in the future. The situation was honestly one where they couldnât comprehend.
Eventually, the obvious and natural complaints began to flow out and it quickly became a large and strong opposition. It was about to become a riot, the Empire soldiers began defending the Demi-human slaves from the people in cold sweat, but it became quiet after the announcement made with exquisite timing.
In other words,
âAll actions towards Demi-humans was because an âOracleâ from âEhto-samaâ!â
Furthermore, with the appearance of Kaori who fluttered her silver wings and was shining as she descended down from the sky, Kouki showed the light and appearance of his sacred sword. As a result, the announcement held credibility.
Towards the divine appearance (being produced by Hajimeâs artifacts) the citizens all got down on one knee and prayed.
Actually, Kaori was trying hard not to run away as she was blushing in shame, if Kaori felt like it, the silver feathers that were being worshiped by the citizens, âThank you~â, could easily be turned into weapons that decomposed everything, Gaharudo who was at wits end on how to explain the laws and emancipation of slaves was simply proposed, âwouldnât it be alright if we just use Ehto?â, Hajime who was in high spirits was chuckling to himself about how amusing it was that the citizens were so serious......Everyone could surely faint peacefully together.
Obtaining and holding onto âGodâs Apostleâs feathersâ, reluctantly the slave owners backed down as there was also compensation from the country and the majority of citizens were cheerful. In front of their eyes, several thousands of slaveâs shackles were being removed by the soldiers one after the other.
The Demi-humans seemed to have been stunned but accepted it with silence. Being completely honest they werenât sure about what was happening at the moment. Even if they understood they likely wouldnât be able to believe it.
Before long, with some time the slaveâs shackles were all removed and Kouki who showed natural charisma led the Demi-humans outside of the capital. Along with him was also obviously Gaharudo as well as Hajime and them.
The Demi-humans were stunned as they left the capital, amplifying her voice with physical reinforcement Shia shouted out, âYou guys are free~! Return to your homes~!â, they finally seemed to realize that they were âliberatedâ and they all shouted out in joy all at once which caused the ground to shake.
Under the cheerful blue sky, while at the Empireâs outer walls, several thousands of Demi-humans headed towards home. Towards the impossible illusion, tears were falling down and Demi-humans were joyfully patting eachothers shoulders.
Within those, there were many who received cruel physical and mental wounds as well, but they were healed through Reproduction Magic and Spirit Magic. Because even Yue couldnât accurately erase their memories enmass, she compromised that it was necessary for them to be surrounded by family and friends in the long-term.
There were also many Demi-humans that were transported to many different towns, Hajime and them couldnât be responsible to heal them. They as well, after returning to the Sea of Trees, have no choice but to allow their minds to be supported by the people around them.
Even still, theyâll be able to once again live in their hometown, they can meet their important people that they were separated from once again.....it was surely suitable to call this event a âMiracleâ.
Hajime who was looking at the Demi-humans shouting in joy, began thinking about his family in Japan, âSomeday I too will......â, he muttered inside himself and quietly clenched Yueâs hand who snuggled up closely. The cute lover was as if saying, âItâs alrightâ, gently returned strength into Hajimeâs hand. | {
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The Imperial Guard Orderâs first corpsâ captain under my direct control was Lunos.
Anyway, after the long inauguration ceremony ended I became tired out.
Such official things were really like stiff shoulders. (TN: stiff e__e)
After that was over next I had to work on domestic affairs.
Basically, I left most things to Lucas, but there are still various jobs that Carlo needs to do after all. (TN: I think the author meant Lunos)
âPikaru, what is our present financial status?â
âWith the increase in taxes, our present funds became abundant. Although some of it got used by Carlo-samaâ
Ah, was that sarcasm just now?
I pretended to not have noticed it, though and continued talking.
âThatâs good. Then how about the grain storage?â
âAdditionally to the good harvest the tax increased so there is a considerably huge quantity stored. Around %, is it?
âThereâs still % left. Pikaru, this year we had a good harvest so the price for wheat should be lower, too. Buy as much wheat for the storehouse as possible.â
Thereâs a reason why I ordered him to buy wheat.
According to the rabbit groupâs information, the Yuroa countries had a good harvest this year but the western countries seemed to have had a poor harvest caused by the lack of rain, so next year will be pretty rough.
If thatâs the case the wheat prices would soon rise again.
âPikaru, when the harvest is over, I will create a new policyâ
âWhat would that new policy be?â
âItâs roughly divided into three parts. First irrigation. Weâll make a huge reservoir and irrigation canals near Braham. For that purpose, Iâll mobilise the farmers who have finished harvesting.â
âThatâs impossible. If we do something like that the farmerâs dissatisfaction would increase even more than it did at the time of the tax increase!â
âI know that. But this is absolutely necessary. Weâll draw the water from the Holms River near Braham and turn the wetland into a water reservoir. This has three advantages. First of all, it will improve the Brahamâs drainage of the low lands, itâll improve the life and hygiene of the common people. Secondly, because the water disappears from the damp ground it can be turned into farmland. And thirdly, itâs a measure against droughts. A droughtâs damage can be reduced by using the water of the reservoir.â
âI understand what you are trying to say. However, it canât be avoided that their dissatisfaction towards Carlo-sama will increase.â
âI said it before, but I donât intend to get the peopleâs support. Itâs not necessary for them to understand it in particular. Iâm only doing what I want to do, thatâs all.â
âBut......â
âYouâre too long-winded. The other two policies have something to do with the military. Call Marcusâ
Pikaru left with an expression of which I couldnât tell if he had understood it.
Iâm not a politician chosen by democracy.
Besides, Carlo is a villain.
If Iâm able to acquire power while making my reputation suffer it could be said Iâm killing two birds with one stone.
Because thereâs the money gained by the tax increase we had enough to pay the mobilised farmers.
âI brought General Marcusâ
Marcus came over after Pikaru led him here.
âDo you need me for something?â
âIndeed. This border territoryâs military power, except the Imperial Guard Order, only consists out of mobilised farmers, right, Marcus?â
âThat is right. The only standing military power is the real Imperial Guard Order after that, farmers are mobilised.â
Itâs like this after all.
Having hardly any reserve soldiers is the common sense of this worldâs Yuroa countries.
Therefore in war times farmers in the off-season are mobilised.
Itâs the same as Takeda Uesugi of Japanâs Warring States period.
But the barbarianâs riding mounts have no limitations.
âI thought about the counter-measures against the barbarians we talked about the other day.â
âHoh, did you have any good ideas?â
âWeâll collect people who canât succeed the house such as the third and second son of a farmer, and organise an army. Theyâll reclaim the vicinity of the northern border. We let them cultivate the land and make them the reserve border defence army.â
In the time of the three kingdoms Cao Cao of Wei was famous for colonial soldier-settlements.
This aimed for the improvement of our harvest and the defence capacity against the barbarians, killing two birds with one stone.
âI see, if you give them ownership of the land these people will be able to cultivate the land and somewhat become a defensive force.â
âThatâs the case. In addition, weâll build a great wall at the northern border. I said great wall, but it wonât actually be that big. At best it should be high enough for a horse to not just jump over it. Itâll be somewhat useful and we can build it at the same time as we reclaim the land.â
âThis is a good idea. The most threatening thing about the Barbarianâs mounted forces is their speed. This could kill their momentum more or less.â
âSo, immediately start recruiting and organise colonial troopsâ (TN: Tuntian troops.)
âCertainlyâ
Marcus lowered his head.
Looks like he agrees with my idea.
âThe third policy concerns the tariffs of other merchants in Braham. Prepare barriers at every entrance of the town, manage who comes in and out of the city and collect the tariffs. Hand out bills to the merchants of Braham and the other caravanâs which have paid the tariff and were allowed entrance.â
Then at this idea, Pikaru posed a question.
âI think this is indeed very interesting. However, what if other towns have similar tariffs?â
As expected of Pikaru, an excellent question.
Your head isnât only bright for show.
âIf thatâs the case weâll look at the type and quantity of the products they want to deal with and agree on a reduction of the tariff if necessary. I will lead the negotiations.â
Itâs a trade agreement, isnât it?
I have to carefully consider how much tariff to put on what.
Low tariffs for things we need, high tariffs for articles that are competing with our local goods.
âI see, this seems to work out just fine. However, donât you have to employ soldiers to those barriers?â
âThatâs right, thatâs what I wanted to talk about with you two.â
I canât say that here, but Iâll let the rabbit group attack the caravans who didnât pay the tariff.
Well, this is like the officially recognised privateers of olden times. (TN: If you donât know what a privateer is here you go)
If that rumour spreads, the cases of tariff escape will also decrease.
Itâs the advantage of being a villain to be able to do things like this.
âAdditionally, I will abolish all business licenses within Braham. Anybody is free to do business here. Every guild except the adventurerâs guild will be destroyed. Selling thing in this town is also free. The % sales tax we took this year will be reduced to % starting next year.â
âThis will repel the already existing merchants. Wouldnât the economy stagnate?â
Pikaru asked this but I think itâs actually the opposite.
Rather, by doing this, merchants would come over to Braham.
If one does business based in Braham one has just to pay the 10% sales tax and everything else will be free afterwards.
Even if you bring in things from outside you will not be charged with a tariff even if you go to sell your things outside.
This is the simplified free-market policy of Nobunaga.
âPlease implement those three previously mentioned policies as soon as possible. Particularly the irrigation. I want it to be ready by the next spring somehow. Therefore, I will divide the work among some groups, Iâll let them compete with each other and the team which reached the goal the fastest gets some reward money. That should be effective.â
I just wanted to use the words âAs soon as possibleâ.
I didnât have the opportunity to use them in my previous life.
The idea to make teams compete with each other was inspired by Tokichiroâs building of the âOvernight-castleâ. (TN: Sunomata Castle )
Like kettles, everyone will burn with competitive spirit.
âUnderstood. I shall try to implement these three policies as promptly as possible.â
Pikaru and Marcus lowered their heads before they left.
To enrich and strengthen oneâs country is the basic goal of these policies.
I have to take measures against the barbarians to prepare for the Heroâs reincarnation.
Iâll become an excellent villain!
Haa, still, Iâm tired.
Iâm working too much, am I not?
I have to relax somewhere. (TN: Donât go to Felicia... pls dont) | {
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âWe understand. Would it be possible to have someone guide us to the Ghezo Velcheâs location?â
With a low-pitched and clear voice, the male adventurer, who had been listening and just giving mute nods up until now, asked. When the village Chief heard his request, he made a serious face.
âItâs only natural that youâd ask for that. However, having the men who discovered it guide you would be a bit cruel on my behalf... Theyâre hesitant to return to the mountains, you see. I can lend you a couple of Belball, which are expert mountain climbers, in their place.â
Instead of a guide, the village Chief offered the adventurers a couple of the villageâs riding horse Magic Beasts. The young man, though, shook his head at the offer.
âThe Belballâs hooves will make a noise that could expose our location. We also arenât used to riding horses because we donât normally do it. I appreciate the offer, but Iâm afraid weâll have to decline. Even if itâs not the men who discovered it, anyone can serve as a guide. We also donât require a precise location. We can have our magician use her Mana to find it as long as itâs close.â
âHmph...â
The youthâs refusal to compromise disturbed the village Chief a little. The Chief had most likely intended to just tell the adventurers where the monster was located rather than dispatching any of the villageâs residents to guide them.
However, from the perspective of the adventurer, navigating through a mountain they were unfamiliar with and without a map was difficult based solely on explanations.
If such were the case, they would have to face a powerful Magic Beast after exhausting themselves by searching the mountain blindly. And they were probably hoping to avoid it at all costs.
Wait? If they fail to subjugate the Ghezo Velche and I clean up after them, Iâll take credit for bringing it down, right?
When Merc saw the distressed Chief, she completely forgot about the sword and had a new thought.
Sheâd join the adventures and, if they failed to subjugate the Ghezo Velche, sheâd take it down herself. Sheâd be hailed as a hero for saving the village, and sheâd be allowed to leave.
Of course, if the adventurers were to successfully subjugate the Ghezo Velche, that would be fine as well. After all, her desire to leave the village was purely selfish, whereas the villageâs goal to slay the Magic Beast was shared by all. She couldnât just voice her wish freely.
âChief. Canât we just send any of the hunters if the general area is fine? We know the Magic Beasts congregate at the Cave of Horror, so as long as we lead them there, it shouldnât be a problem.â
âHmph.â
Standing close to the Chief, the counselor suggested to him while casting a sharp glance at the adventurers. The Chief eventually nodded, albeit reluctantly.
â... Okay. Weâll start by finding some candidates for a guide. After that, weâll make a decision, so Iâm afraid youâll have to wait for a...â
â... That wonât be necessary.â
Merc cut his words short by opening the sliding door and went inside just as the Chief was about to finish his sentence. Law, like everyone else in the area, was absolutely flabbergasted by her behavior.
âM-Merc?!â
âY-YOU! What do you think youâre doing?!â
The Chief was taken aback, while the counselor screamed angrily. His expression conveyed his displeasure with the young girlâs actions. The counselor had disliked Merc from the start because she didnât have any womanly characteristics and merely swung her wooden stick around.
He had recently grown to despise her even more as a result of her being praised as Rosemaryâs disciple.
âChief. Iâll gladly take on the task of guiding the adventurers.â
âW-What? B-But youâre still a child.â
âThe Chief is right. The mountain is off-limits to children. This is none of your business.â
Mercâs abrupt offer was met with disapproval by both the Chief and the counselor. As outsiders, the adventurers had evidently decided to keep an eye on the situation.
âHowever, the purpose of my visit to the mountain this time is to guide the adventurers. They will be accompanying me, so I will not be alone. Furthermore, do you honestly believe that someone else will step forward to help?â
The Chiefâs brows furrowed in response to Mercâs remark. In retrospect, Mercâs statements werenât that ridiculous.
In the same manner that humans regarded elves as sacred, elves found it difficult to engage with humans.
Elves and humans had previously been unable to communicate with one another, leading to them seeing each other as adversaries. Due to the passage of time and the current state of affairs, both races engaged with one another when it came to administrative matters, and some, like Mercâs father, Oron, even worked in human communities.
That, however, was still a rare occurrence even today, and each raceâs firmly rooted reserve for one another continued.
Even though the elves outside the Chiefâs mansion were interested because they were not involved, they would most likely flee if asked to help.
There was no reason behind it. Thatâs just how it was.
â... Merc, you realize itâll be dangerous, right? Iâm assuming you still remember what happened to Ganan?â
The village Chief, however, still unable to make up his mind, rose up and spoke bluntly while staring down at Merc. A wave of loneliness washed over Mercâs heart the instant she heard Gananâs name, but it was only for a brief moment.
Merc smiled as she daringly gazed up at the Chief.
âArenât you the one forgetting something, Chief? The one who defeated the Velche back then was me.â
â... Oh. That was indeed the case, now that I think about it. Fine then. You can go.â
âCHIEF?!â
The counselor quickly raised his voice when he heard the Chiefâs plan to release Merc, pleading with him to reconsider. The Chief, on the other hand, merely gave him a harsh look.
âItâs just as Merc says. Nobody in this village is likely to be willing to help them. Or are you implying that youâd like to volunteer?â
â... Understood. Youâre free to go, Merc.â
The counselor changed his mind as soon as he heard the Chiefâs inquiry and permitted Merc to enter the mountain. That demonstrated the manâs egoism.
âIt appears that youâll be the one guiding us. We donât feel at ease here, so would you mind if we went somewhere else?â
With a smile on his face, the male adventurer spoke to Merc just as the guideâs case came to a conclusion. His short red hair and bright smile emphasized his charm. Estert could never hope to compete with him.
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I jumped down from the window and gently landed on the carriage using threads. Naturally, I had my illusion set to blend in with the surroundings, so there was no one to take notice of it.
Soon enough, knights arrived on horseback. They were most likely the guard unit.
Then, Lichtenberg appeared and went on to board the carriage in haste. I made sure to wrap a Mythril thread around his neck during the occasion. This way, I could decapitate him whenever I wanted.
âTime to depart! All of you be extremely alert for your surroundings. The enemy might still be lurking somewhere!â
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The Knights responded with a vigorous salute... But sadly for them, their masterâs life was already in my hands.
The carriage started to slowly move. Even if I had an illusion on me, I had my worries about how it could cope with the shifting scenery, so I decided to lower my posture on the roof.
Before long, the carriage left the urban district and passed through the eastern gate.
I didnât know where Lichtenbergâs villa was, but if they were going to pass through the forest, that made things easier for me.
The knights were vigilant of the front and back, but they didnât consider that I was already on the carriage.
On the way, a wild rabbit appeared from the grasses, redirecting the knightsâ attention.
The carriage made a sudden stop and the knights tried to move to deal with it immediately. However, when they saw it was just a rabbit, they heaved a big sigh.
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âPlease be at ease. It was only a rabbit.â
âThen let us move already. The foolish assassin might be following us.â
It annoyed me a bit to hear him call me a foolish assassin, but making a stop here was a gift from the heavens. Without missing the opportunity, I coiled a thread around the branch of a tree above the carriage and jumped to it.
I was using threads, sure, but my elevated physical ability to manage it without raising any sound at all still astonished me.
Since I was using Polymorph, my physical abilities shouldnât be any different from that of my previous life. And yet, seeing how superior my abilities were now made me painfully aware of just how wastefully I was using my abilities while I was alive.
If I had this strength, I wouldnât have fallen behind even against that twin-bladed Devil. If I cooperated with Cortina, I might have remained alive... Well, no point crying over spilled milk.
At any rate, my preparations were over.
I tied the thread on the tree trunk and left the place before the carriage started moving. When it would start moving, the thread would automatically decapitate him.
The problem was that they would become alert for the surroundings once that happened, so the question was whether I could manage running away before the hundred-meter limit until the thread was taut.
My gauntlets were child-size now, so it was quite tough for me. It was fine for a short time, but if I kept wearing it for a long time, it could stop the blood flow and even lead to necrosis.
That said, I could now strengthen my former body with interference magic. If I used my Stealth Gift on top of it, there was almost no chance of anyone noticing me.
Soon after I left that place behind, I heard the scream of a woman from the highway ahead. Judging from their voice, it was the maid that attended to Lichtenberg.
It seemed that I managed to successfully lop his head off.
The Mythril threads made from the carefully selected Huge Crawler were flexible yet extremely tough.
And once the cart started moving, it couldnât make a sharp stop. Much less when Lichtenberg himself was urging them to hurry on ahead, so you could say he reaped what he sowed.
I saw the stopped carriage in the distance that looked like a dot. And how the knights rushed over, dragging Lichtenbergâs body out.
I couldnât make out the details due to the distance, but I still confirmed the overflowing liquid and the absence of what should have been above his shoulders.
âWith this, Lichtenberg is no longer a threat.â
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Once the classes were over and it was lunch break, Cain might return to check his room.
Seeing my kick up the hem of my uniform as I dashed wouldâve been a strange sight if there were people to witness it. However, I was using the Stealth Gift so no one noticed me. Besides, I chose a people-free route too.
In addition, I strengthened my body with coiled threads, so few could even follow my movements now.
I recalled my gauntlets on the way and equipped them on both hands. This was because, inside the academy institutions, magic activation was jammed outside of special classrooms and locations for practical skills.
I felt like having gauntlets on a school uniform looked quite unbalanced, but it wasnât like anyone was looking, so it shouldnât matter.
Like this, I returned to the dorms, but avoided the entrance and went round to its backyard. I judged Iâd get spotted even with the Sealth Gift if I got in through the entrance.
âNow, his room should be in the southern corner.â
His room was well-exposed to the sun. But the position of it still seemed a little weird considering he was the son of a top-class noble like a duke.
Still, everything should become clear once I inspect the inside. It was rather good for me since it was easy to remember its position this way.
I then sent a thread towards the window frame and climbed up on the wall, then put a hand on the window.
âHmm...?â
However, it didnât open. It seemed to have been locked from the inside.
Cainâs room was on the fourth floor. Honestly, unless he was wary of people like me, there would be no need to lock the window... then again, since there were many magicians here this height was still within the scope of vigilance.
âBut well, it doesnât matter either way for me.â
These situations were where my Gift could show its true worth.
I slipped a thread through the window gap and coiled it around the grip of the small barred lock, and opened it.
I took off my shoes, wrapped them in my ribbon, and tied them on my skirtâs belt. This was so I wouldnât leave any footprints.
Since I was supporting my body with a thread it was really hard to keep my balance. The outer walls of this dorm had almost no good footholds on them.
I somehow managed to sneak in and take a look around. Unlike ordinary students like us, the rooms on the top floor had high ceilings and many extravagant decorations. They even had small chandeliers for illumination. It probably illuminates the room much brighter than a lamp.
âWell, thatâs fine and all. Now, where is the treasure.â
I first roughly checked the desk, making sure there was no information on the drugs there. I thought there could be some documents about the stock since they were circulated, underground or not, but I couldnât find anything of the sort.
âThinking about it, he wouldnât leave such conclusive proof in his room, huh?â
Even if he did, he would at least put them in a safe or something. Which means, the safe is what was the most suspicious.
âFortunately, this dorm basically includes safes.â
Every room had a safe to store alchemy catalysts and such. My room had it too, so this one would naturally have it as well.
My Thread Manipulation Gift had good compatibility with barred or combination locks, but it was incompatible with the dial locks like these.
That didnât mean I couldnât open them though.
I kept assassinating the villains since my past life, and broke through their safes to expose their evil deeds to the officersâ eyes, so I could open the mass-produced dial locks like these in minutes.
I put my ear on the safeâs wall and carefully rotate the dial several times, then I heard a clink and the lock opened... it seemed.
I grabbed the safeâs grip and pulled it open.
âLetâs see... huh, thereâs really nothing but catalysts in it.â
The safe only had medicine and stones filled with magic power that were used as catalysts. Just in case, I checked the back and the floorboard of the safe, but there were no hidden shelves anywhere.
âThe vial contents also seem to be what the labels say, so I guess this was a miss?â
I quickly returned everything to its former state and shut the door.
Next, I checked the closet, under the bed, and even above the ceiling, but I couldnât find anything suspicious.
âHuh, is he actually innocent? No, that canât be the case given the way he acted...â
His arrogant and proud behavior. The baseless confidence in himself. Those were all the characteristics of a scoundrel. Donovan was also like that when we met first, but thatâs beside the point now. I couldnât imagine a guy like that not being up to something in a place like this where he could wield his authority as he pleased.
âAt the very least, it feels like heâd be cheating on exams and stuff... hmm?â
I heard the faint tapping sound of footsteps. It probably came from the stone paving of the corridor.
Someone was approaching this room. Realizing that I started to fluster. There werenât many places to hide in this place. At most, it would be inside the closet, but that also meant it was the easiest to find.
I could jump out of the window, but in that case, Iâd have no time to close the window lock. Leaving it open would just lead to more suspicion.
Above all, there was no scaffold on the wall outside, so if he looked down I would have no place to hide myself.
âWhat should I do...?â
As I asked myself the footsteps reached the door. The door opened right away. At the same time, I made my decision. I dashed towards the window and threw myself outside. | {
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A couple of days after the reconciliation with Tangosack, while conversing with Mizuki near his base, Pumpkin was plowing the field, mixing in soil that had been left over from the channel excavation.
It was conceivable to replenish the nutrients by mixing them in this way with the forest soil since it was essentially abundant in nutrients, but the amount varied depending on the location.
âWell, it would be ideal to be on cordial terms with the humans from the nearby villages, wouldnât it?â
âYeah. But thereâs more to the feeling of fulfillment and so on.â
He sowed the seeds obtained in Maunpir Village into the field accordingly.
Incidentally, the seeds he received were of a wide variety, including tomatoes, eggplants, and cucumbers... There were no pumpkin seeds for some reason, though.
Well, leaving that aside, a question may be raised.
Was it proper to sow them at such an erratic time?
âAnd if I spread enough magic to keep it under control...â
âAs expected of a fellow plant, you know exactly how much to sow.â
The green magic force flowed out of Pumpkinâs hand like tiny particles onto the field, where it was moderately absorbed by the seeds that had been sowed.
This was the reason why it was feasible to sow seeds to an appropriate extent, and by infusing magic power like this, various parts will be enhanced based on the life force, leading to the production of superior harvests.
Well, as expected of magic.
The source of this information originated from one of the adventurers who came to Maunpir Village. His parents were farmers, and it was during that time that the traveling sorcerer shared this story with them.
In fact, from the feeling Iâve got now, the effect seems to be sufficient.
âEven so, how can you manage to do knitting while sowing seeds?â
âWell, this is something that takes time to get accustomed to.â
Tangosack asked him to do some agricultural work as his son, so Pumpkin was engaged in farming, but behind the farm work, he was creating baskets out of Wire Vines, which he had collected in the forest.
The Wire Vine, which could grow in a forest by supporting other plants and was strong enough to extend its roots on solid boulders, had a wire-like structure that was both rigid and flexible, and its leaves and vines emitted insect repellent properties.
So, when used as a catalyst for resonance magic, it will activate rather disturbing magic called [Resonance Spellã»Wire Vine] that can detect and strike creatures that approach the target after becoming thin like a wire... But that story will remain a mystery for the time being...
As for why a basket was being made, Pumpkin reasoned that as an older brother, it would be a decent gift to present to Tangosackâs child.
He had the impression that until he offered anything like this as a gift, he would be unable to show his face to them.
âLooks like it will be a remarkably sturdy cradle.â
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While farming and knitting, he also occasionally dispatched wild animals by sucking their blood and practicing the basics of magic.
The basic training of this magic not only included increasing the amount of magic, but also the training related to the change of attributes.
At present, there was no way for him to compare the quantity of magic, so it was unknown to him, but Pumpkin was able to smoothly shift the attribute of magic thanks to his exposure to the case involving the pure dark attribute that Ryoko experienced.
In concrete terms, it has become possible to produce red colors, though only slightly, and to produce yellow, blue, and black colors that were close to the primary colors in reasonable quantities.
And so, having developed in that way, it turned out that pure white... in other words, it would be equally difficult to produce light or non-attribute magic as it would be to produce fire-attribute magic, if not so more.
This might sound like an excuse, but lightening or removing colors proved to be more challenging than expected. To give an analogy, it would be like taking out the ingredients from a soup made by mixing various ingredients and putting them back into the original water, or separating pink paint into white and red and extracting the white from the red.
Incidentally, in this analogy, the black... dark attribute would be relatively easy to create since it would be like a stew prepared from ingredients contributed by members of a party [i] , and boiling it all together by mixing all three primary colors together.
âOh, youâve finished.â
âWell, I didnât do any complicated weaving or such...â
The basket of Wire Vines was left in the base with the vines stretched out.
âAnd yeah, Pumpkin. Can I interrupt?â
âWhat is it?â
Mizuki, who has been chatting with him for a while now, changed the atmosphere faintly and started to call out to Pumpkin as if she had something to discuss with him.
âWell, I was wondering if itâs time to ask you for that request I mentioned before.â
âOh, thatâs what you wanted to talk about. So whatâs this request?â
When he saw Mizukiâs earnest face, he thought this was something he should take seriously, so he adjusted his mind.
âWell, Iâm not asking you to do it right now, but I figured I should at least share with you what my request is. As you may have noticed, Pumpkin, there is a gigantic tree over there, right?â
Mizuki pointed to the forest.
Uh, I believe there is a sacred place over there with a gigantic tree. Also, there werenât any trees surrounding it, as I recall, which is hardly natural.
âA dragon, albeit one of a lower rank, dwells in that tree. Even though the dragon is presently docile, every year at the end of the rainy season, they go on a rampage, massacring the animals in the forest despite they donât eat them and disturbing the ecosystem. Besides, they inflict considerable damage on the surrounding forest, including Maunpir Village.â
âOh, you mean...?â
He realized what Mizuki intended him to do.
Yes, as soon as youâre prepared, join me in slaying the dragon.â
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And judging from the sound of the grass, I judged that it was clearly not a human.
âItâs an enemy. Get ready.â
I concisely conveyed it to my comrades. Michelle, Cloud, and Finia instantly sensed the monster after my words and got ready for combat. They put down the potato bags, Cloud getting his sword and shield while Michelle her bow. Finia also switched her dagger into spear mode, and the three made a defensive formation before Sebastian and the other two.
âHuh? Wha?â
âYou three wait there. This enemy is clearly beyond what you can handle.â
Though I sensed its approach, I couldnât grasp its exact distance. An enemy that could hide its presence so well would be too much for newbies like them.
I pulled out my katana and prepared to intercept it. Of course, I had my gauntlets on too.
âItâs here. Over there.â
Cloud stepped ahead to where I looked. Michelle also nocked an arrow to her favorite hunting bow and stood in wait.
What came out of the forest was a giant spider that was probably about three meters tall.
âS-Spider...and a f̲u̲c̲k̲i̲n̲g huge one at that!â
âAgh...bleghâ!â
Sebastian screamed, Francisâ legs gave off, while Andrew started vomiting, unable to bear looking at its grotesque appearance.
Honestly, I was bad with these types of enemies too. No offense to whoever liked them, but I found giant spiders utterly disgusting.
Insects were simple things, so they optimized their bodies for their survival and objectives. In a sense that could be called unrivaled functional beauty, but that didnât mean it coincided with a humanâs sense of beauty.
âUm, Iâm a little bad with spiders.â
âHmm, bugs arenât very tasty.â
âThey throw sticky threads at you, so I hate them too.â
Finia backed away with goosebumps. Cloud was the same. I guess the latter just found it a pain to maintain his weapons afterward.
Also, Michelle wasnât shaken at all...
âFine, Iâll deal with this much on my own.â
âHuh, are you sure?â
Spiders had strong territorial awareness, so they rarely attacked in groups. The Giant Spider in front of me was on its own too. I couldnât sense any of its friends nearby.
âWhat is this monster doing here...â
âWhy are you surprised? If it was so safe, they wouldnât have commissioned us Adventurers to do it for them.â
I loosely lowered my katana and casually approached the spider.
Spiders were known for building nests, setting traps, and catching their prey, but their mobility was also quite high.
Its eight long legs gave it good stability, and also allowed it varied movements in many directions. Its eight eyes also covered every direction, leaving almost no blind spots. And above all, it held superior sixth sense, and could apparently make an evasion maneuver before you even make your move... or so I heard.
âSpiders have sharp senses. So if you assume a stance youâd just end up missing.â
I explained to the people behind me while making sure I stayed as relaxed as possible.
Not just Finia, even Michelle and Cloud have battled Giant Spiders before. So my words were directed more at the other trio.
Relaxing your body completely also made it more able to instantly move in any direction.
The spider seemed confused at my actions and creaked its teeth in a threatening manner.
âWhen you take a spider on, you should not make the first move. They have good eyes and senses, so they will definitely avoid your attack. So itâs either you wait for them to attack, or attack them after you drive them into a corner.â
As I spoke, I approached the spider a step closer. Once I entered its attack range, it rushed at me in one go.
Seeing its action that had no wasted movement left everyone other than me in total shock.
But it was different for me. I knew it would attack me once I entered its range. Hence I knew the enemyâs attack timing would be the moment I took a step in. As long as I knew the attack timing, it was easy to deal with it.
We were facing each other in a cleared-up part of the forest, so it could only attack me frontally. If I knew when it would attack, that allowed me to counterattack too.
I flicked up my dangling right arm and jumped to the left at the same time. Moving separately from the body, my right arm sliced the spiderâs right leg, making it dance in the air.
ââFuh!â
I breathed out sharply and rotated my body horizontally before I even landed.
I spun my katana along with it and landed another attack. With it I took yet another one of its legs.
Having lost two of its right legs, the spider couldnât endure its landing and broke its balance.
Since its legs were perfect in terms of function, losing them created big malfunctions.
I intentionally moved to the left side of it where it still had many legs remaining. If it wanted to leap at me again, it would have to use the other side which only had two legs remaining.
But it was far too big to actually execute that.
âGigi?!â
It finally realized it couldnât move as it tried to counterattack, and once again creaked its teeth.
If it could properly grasp the situation it was in, it would have moved away from me. If it did that, it could then use all of its four left legs. But it was already too late. The opening it showed was too fatal against me.
I slipped through its four left legs and slashed at its slanted body.
This katana that Lyell gifted me wasnât extremely sharp, but it was tough enough to have lasted me for eight years. It was definitely full of scratches and I had to maintain it a lot, but it was still something I couldnât bring myself to let go of.
Its blade mercilessly slid into the gap of the Giant Spiderâs carapace.
For insects that had a dull sense of pain, the pain of a slash would serve as no deterrent. The only telling blow would be to destroy the flesh part of its body.
Since I knew that, I aimed for the base of its neck. There was a gap in its carapace there, and it was also where the nerves that moved its body were concentrated in.
For most living beings, this was the ideal spot to aim for if you were going for a certain kill.
Still, the Giant Spiderâs flesh was too hard so I couldnât sever it with one attack.
It attacked me with its left foot from overhead. I dodged it by a hairâs breadth and added another attack from the opposite side.
Even this GIant Spider couldnât endure that attack. The flesh got severe from both sides, its head only hanging by the muscle fibers. But eventually they could no longer handle its weight and snapped, dropping the head on the ground.
The body wriggled for some time, but eventually ceased all movements.
I still stood ready for a what if surprise attack. This was called continued alertnessâto be ready for a counterattack even after cutting down your enemy.
Once it was dead for sure and no longer moved, I shook the blood off my sword, then dried it on my sleeve and returned it to its scabbard.
Like that, I managed to gain an overwhelming victory over the Giant Spider that I wouldâve had trouble with even in my past life. | {
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They've created think tanks that study issues like education, job creation and asset-building, and then advocated for policies to support our most marginalized communities.
They've written books and columns and given passionate speeches, decrying the wealth gap that is leaving more and more people entrenched at the bottom end of the income scale.
And that effort has helped.
But it's not enough.
Our poverty rates haven't changed that much in the last 50 years, since the War on Poverty was launched.
I'm here to tell you that we have overlooked the most powerful and practical resource.
Here it is: people who are poor.
Up in the left-hand corner is Jobana, Sintia and Bertha.
They met when they all had small children, through a parenting class at a family resource center in San Francisco.
As they grew together as parents and friends, they talked a lot about how hard it was to make money when your kids are little.
Child care is expensive, more than they'd earn in a job.
Their husbands worked, but they wanted to contribute financially, too.
So they hatched a plan.
They started a cleaning business.
They plastered neighborhoods with flyers and handed business cards out to their families and friends, and soon, they had clients calling.
Two of them would clean the office or house and one of them would watch the kids.
They'd rotate who'd cleaned and who'd watch the kids.
It's awesome, right?
And they split the money three ways.
It was not a full-time gig, no one could watch the little ones all day.
But it made a difference for their families.
Extra money to pay for bills when a husband's work hours were cut.
Money to buy the kids clothes as they were growing.
A little extra money in their pockets to make them feel some independence.
Up in the top-right corner is Theresa and her daughter, Brianna.
Brianna is one of those kids with this sparkly, infectious, outgoing personality.
For example, when Rosie, a little girl who spoke only Spanish, moved in next door, Brianna, who spoke only English, borrowed her mother's tablet and found a translation app so the two of them could communicate.
I know, right?
Rosie's family credits Brianna with helping Rosie to learn English.
A few years ago, Brianna started to struggle academically.
She was growing frustrated and kind of withdrawn and acting out in class.
And her mother was heartbroken over what was happening.
Then they found out that she was going to have to repeat second grade and Brianna was devastated.
because she knew that her daughter was not getting the support she needed, and she did not know how to help her.
One afternoon, Theresa was catching up with a group of friends, and one of them said, "Theresa, how are you?"
And she burst into tears.
After she shared her story, one of her friends said, "I went through the exact same thing with my son about a year ago."
And in that moment, Theresa realized that so much of her struggle was not having anybody to talk with about it.
So she created a support group for parents like her.
The first meeting was her and two other people.
But word spread, and soon 20 people, 30 people were showing up for these monthly meetings that she put together.
She went from feeling helpless to realizing how capable she was of supporting her daughter, with the support of other people who were going through the same struggle.
And Brianna is doing fantastic -- she's doing great academically and socially.
That in the middle is my man Baakir, standing in front of BlackStar Books and Caffe, which he runs out of part of his house.
As you walk in the door, Baakir greets you with a "Welcome black home."
Once inside, you can order some Algiers jerk chicken, perhaps a vegan walnut burger, or jive turkey sammich.
And that's sammich -- not sandwich.
You must finish your meal with a buttermilk drop, which is several steps above a donut hole and made from a very secret family recipe.
For real, it's very secret, he won't tell you about it.
But BlackStar is much more than a café.
For the kids in the neighborhood, it's a place to go after school to get help with homework.
For the grown-ups, it's where they go to find out what's going on in the neighborhood and catch up with friends.
It's a performance venue.
It's a home for poets, musicians and artists.
Baakir and his partner Nicole, with their baby girl strapped to her back, are there in the mix of it all, serving up a cup of coffee, teaching a child how to play Mancala, or painting a sign for an upcoming community event.
I have worked with and learned from people just like them for more than 20 years.
I have organized against the prison system, which impacts poor folks, especially black, indigenous and Latino folks, at an alarming rate.
I have worked with young people who manifest hope and promise, despite being at the effect of racist discipline practices in their schools, and police violence in their communities.
I have learned from families who are unleashing their ingenuity and tenacity to collectively create their own solutions.
And they're not just focused on money.
They're addressing education, housing, health, community -- the things that we all care about.
Everywhere I go, I see people who are broke but not broken.
so that they can create a better life for themselves, their families, their communities.
Jobana, Sintia, Bertha, Theresa and Baakir are the rule, not the shiny exception.
I am the exception.
I was raised by a quietly fierce single mother in Rochester, New York.
I was bussed to a school in the suburbs, from a neighborhood that many of my classmates and their parents considered dangerous.
At eight, I was a latchkey kid.
I'd get myself home after school every day and do homework and chores, and wait for my mother to come home.
After school, I'd go to the corner store and buy a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli, which I'd heat up on the stove as my afternoon snack.
If I had a little extra money, I'd buy a Hostess Fruit Pie.
Cherry.
Not as good as a buttermilk drop.
We were poor when I was a kid.
But now, I own a home in a quickly gentrifying neighborhood in Oakland, California.
I've built a career.
My husband is a business owner.
I have a retirement account.
My daughter is not even allowed to turn on the stove unless there's a grown-up at home and she doesn't have to, because she does not have to have the same kind of self-reliance that I had to at her age.
My kids' raviolis are organic and full of things like spinach and ricotta, because I have the luxury of choice when it comes to what my children eat.
I am the exception, not because I'm more talented than Baakir or my mother worked any harder than Jobana, Sintia or Bertha, or cared any more than Theresa. Marginalized communities are full of smart, talented people, hustling and working and innovating, just like our most revered and most rewarded CEOs.
They are full of people tapping into their resilience to get up every day, get the kids off to school and go to jobs that don't pay enough, or get educations that are putting them in debt.
They are full of people applying their savvy intelligence to stretch a minimum wage paycheck, or balance a job and a side hustle to make ends meet.
They are full of people doing for themselves and for others, whether it's picking up medication for an elderly neighbor, or letting a sibling borrow some money to pay the phone bill, or just watching out for the neighborhood kids from the front stoop.
I am the exception because of luck and privilege, not hard work.
And I'm not being modest or self-deprecating -- I am amazing.
But most people work hard.
Hard work is the common denominator in this equation, and I'm tired of the story we tell that hard work leads to success, because that allows -- Thank you.
... because that story allows those of us who make it to believe we deserve it, and by implication, those who don't make it don't deserve it.
We tell ourselves, in the back of our minds, and sometimes in the front of our mouths, "There must be something a little wrong with those poor people."
We have a wide range of beliefs about what that something wrong is.
Some people tell the story that poor folks are lazy freeloaders who would cheat and lie to get out of an honest day's work.
Others prefer the story that poor people are helpless and probably had neglectful parents that didn't read to them enough, and if they were just told what to do and shown the right path, they could make it.
For every story I hear demonizing low-income single mothers or absentee fathers, which is how people might think of my parents, I've got 50 that tell a different story about the same people, showing up every day and doing their best.
I'm not saying that some of the negative stories aren't true, but those stories allow us to not really see who people really are, because they don't paint a full picture.
The quarter-truths and limited plot lines have us convinced that poor people are a problem that needs fixing.
What if we recognized that what's working is the people and what's broken is our approach?
What if we realized that the experts we are looking for, the experts we need to follow, are poor people themselves?
What if, instead of imposing solutions, we just added fire to the already-burning flame that they have?
Not directing -- not even empowering -- but just fueling their initiative.
Just north of here, we have an example of what this could look like: Silicon Valley.
A whole venture capital industry has grown up around the belief that if people have good ideas and the desire to manifest them, we should give them lots and lots and lots of money.
Right? But where is our strategy for Theresa and Baakir?
There are no incubators for them, no accelerators, no fellowships.
How are Jobana, Sintia and Bertha really all that different from the Mark Zuckerbergs of the world?
Baakir has experience and a track record.
I'd put my money on him.
So, consider this an invitation to rethink a flawed strategy.
Let's grasp this opportunity to let go of a tired, faulty narrative and listen and look for true stories, about who marginalized people and families and communities are.
I'm going to take a minute to speak to my people.
We cannot wait for somebody else to get it right.
Let us remember what we are capable of; all that we have built with blood, sweat and dreams; all the cogs that keep turning; and the people kept afloat because of our backbreaking work.
Let us remember that we are magic.
If you need some inspiration to jog your memory, read Octavia Butler's "Parable of the Sower."
Listen to Reverend King's "Letter from Birmingham Jail."
Listen to Suheir Hammad recite "First Writing Since," or Esperanza Spalding perform "Black Gold." Set your gaze upon the art of Kehinde Wiley or Favianna Rodriguez.
Look at the hands of your grandmother or into the eyes of someone who loves you.
We are magic.
Individually, we don't have a lot of wealth and power, but collectively, we are unstoppable.
And we spend a lot of our time and energy organizing our power to demand change from systems that were not made for us.
Instead of trying to alter the fabric of existing ways, let's weave and cut some fierce new cloth.
Let's use some of our substantial collective power toward inventing and bringing to life new ways of being that work for us.
Desmond Tutu talks about the concept of ubuntu, in the context of South Africa's Truth and Reconciliation process He says it means, "My humanity is caught up, is inextricably bound up, in yours; we belong to a bundle of life."
A bundle of life.
The Truth and Reconciliation process started by elevating the voices of the unheard.
If this country is going to live up to its promise of liberty and justice for all, then we need to elevate the voices of our unheard, of people like Jobana, Sintia and Bertha, Theresa and Baakir.
We must leverage their solutions and their ideas.
We must listen to their true stories, their more beautifully complex stories.
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âOh, you finally came out.â
I didnât reply back.
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âUh, I just wanted to talk for a bit alright?â
âHey, donât ignore me!â
âSorry, but Iâm in a hurry.â
I pass him without another word. Norn also ignored him. Neilâs friends were also with him, but they were left speechless by my splendid ignoring.
That said, he continued persistently following me and obnoxiously proclaiming his existence.
He kept saying that it was his fault that I had to leave the forest, so it was only natural that he would take care of me from here, and that if I had any trouble, he would do anything to help. Although it was apparently useless to tell him to leave me alone. Which didnât really make any sense.
âUnderstood. Currently, there is only one thing thatâs troubling me, please solve it then.â
âSure! What is it!? Iâll do whatever I can!â
âReally?â
âDefinitely!â
âThen, right now, Iâm currently being troubled by a strange man who is following me. Please do something about it.â
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He froze up. It seems he finally understood how much of a nuisance he was being.
It finally became quiet, so I left them and exited town. After all the children gathered, we headed towards the river in the northeast.
But when I glanced behind, they were still following me. Whatâs with him? How creepy........
I arrived at the forest towards the riverâs upstream. I moved towards where the plums were growing and started gathering herbs. The children also split up and began gathering plums and edible plants. Iâll leave fishing for later......no, never mind. There were weirdos among us. I didnât want them to see the various things we did.
While everyone was gathering, an orc appeared, but Norn took it down. After taking a look at the orc, I believe it was Collie? She suddenly said something strange.
âWe came with her as escorts, right? Then that orc should be equally divided with us, right?â
âEh? Then that means we can eat meat today, yay!â
âNo, that isnât the case........â
âWhy? Weâre protecting her, right?â
I wasnât planning on dividing it with them. Rather, what did they mean by escorts? No one even asked them to do that.
So theyâre trying to steal other peopleâs prey by proclaiming that they were acting as escorts........how low. A flat-out denial would be the proper course of action. Letâs report this to the guild master when we return.
âSo.......does that mean weâre not going to be earning anything today?â
âYeah, then should we also gather some herbs?â
âRight, letâs do that.â
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Really? So now theyâre planning to steal the gathering spot of low rankers. The man who had been refuting them since a while ago had a really troubled expression on his face. So I guess this person must be the one with common sense, must be rough. Neil? He had just been silently looking at me since a while ago. Disgusting.
It was now noon, so I took my tent out and started preparing lunch.
Recently, Iâve also started making portions for the children. However, the children also provided half of the cooking ingredients. Although I had to cook and season the other half of the cooking ingredients, I didnât really mind at this point.
What should I make for today? Oh right, there was the orc that Norn just defeated. The ingredients provided by the children were potatoes. And some kind of edible plant that they gathered earlier. Hmm, then I guess I will go with stir-fry vegetables? Letâs finish it off with some salt and pepper and a small amount of mustard for a bit of spice.
I made quite a lot for me and the children. The children were glowing with anticipation.
They have been thoroughly tamed due to recent feeding, apologies.
.......That aside, why were they trying to join in for the food? Thereâs none for any of you all.
For some reason, Collie became angry.
âHey! Weâre escorting you! So what do you mean we donât get any?â
âNo one asked you to do that, you all just decided to follow us. Besides, these children worked hard to gather the ingredients needed to make the food. Following us without permission, and taking our food on top of that.......do Rank D adventurers operate like that?â
Her face became red and she was at a loss for words. The person with common sense from before pulled Collie aside and exasperatedly started explaining.
After a while, it seems she was convinced but still didnât like it, and she sulked while eating her preserved foods. And Neil was still just looking at me. Heâs seriously disgusting.
We continued gathering after finishing lunch. Then I rounded everyone up and went back earlier than usual.
âHey, I just wanted to ask something really quick, why are you all heading back so soon? I think thereâs still quite a bit of time left.â
It was the common sense person. Well, I didnât really have a particularly bad impression of him.
âI donât want to go back during the guildâs busy hours. And if it gets too late, it might become dangerous for the children.â
âAh, I see...... â
He gave a nod as he glanced around at the children. Well, the main reason was because of the guildâs busy hours. But itâs not because Iâm shy, okay? For real.
Afterward, self-introductions were unilaterally given on the way back.
The common sense personâs name was Beck. And he was years old. He appears to be the only C rank in his party.
He didnât look like a bad person and he even had common sense, so it was a mystery why he would be in that sort of party.
The girl talking with Collie was Tess. She was Neilâs lover.
Ahh, this child was the one the medicine was for......but from what I saw today, I get the impression that she was just following Collie around.
After that, there was Collie and Neil.
Collie was more brazen than I expected. That really surprised me! And Neil was just utterly disgusting.
It seems that all of them aside from Beck just reached D rank during last yearâs fall, and at that time they had returned home and ended up meeting me.
But frankly, I didnât really care about their circumstances. Rather, listening to them talk about their story was just plain annoying......
After returning to the guild and finishing sales, since Salena was there, I reported to her about Neil and his partyâs actions. She said she would later report it to the guild master.
And that they would probably be issued a warning not to repeat those actions again in the future.
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>>1 Thanks!
So the leak was real after all. lol
4: Anonymous Runner
Where are all the people who called it fake!
5: Anonymous Runner
I always believed that it was real.
6: Anonymous Runner
What a huge fail for the people who thought it was fake. lol
7: Anonymous Runner
I believed it, even though it lacked details. But I can understand why others were skeptical.
8: Anonymous Runner
I heard that the leak was mostly just connecting dots from hints that were in the game. But what were the hints?
9: Anonymous Runner
Maybe there was hidden text in the current event.
10: Anonymous Runner
Apparently, there were cryptic messages hidden throughout the trials. And if you connect them, it would show information about the next event.
But there are a lot of trials, and no way to actually confirm if the information is right. And many people werenât even able to complete the trials in the first place.
11: Anonymous Runner
And so it was best to just wait for an official announcement.
12: Anonymous Runner
13: Anonymous Runner
Itâs 25 million. Thatâs hard to believe.
NSO has never awarded people with real money before.
14: Anonymous Runner
15: Anonymous Runner
16: Anonymous Runner
Some people here are just really stubborn!
17: Anonymous Runner
They clearly have nothing better to do, so why donât they spend their time trying to confirm the leak instead?
18: Anonymous Runner
They are too busy replying to this thread.
19: Anonymous Runner
Human trash
20: Anonymous Runner
Thatâs a little harsh
Human failure is more like it
21: Anonymous Runner
Human failure!
22: Anonymous Runner
23: Anonymous Runner
Is it really...?
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654: Anonymous Runner
So, this is the first NSO event with real prize money.
655: Anonymous Runner
I guess this game must be doing really well.
656: Anonymous Runner
I donât know the rules yet, but I suppose it will be PvP.
Like e-sports.
657: Anonymous Runner
With such a high reward, other pros will likely want to join in.
Of course, they likely wonât have enough time for this specific event.
658: Anonymous Runner
>>657
The pros that are already playing must be very happy.
They can earn the title of the very first champion.
659: Anonymous Runner
>>658
And then you can become the face of the game.
660: Anonymous Runner
>>659
Well, this game already has a face.
661: Anonymous Runner
That old man will participate without a doubt. As well as many other famous players.
662: Anonymous Runner
Even without the reward, a lot of people will want to become famous through the tournament.
You will be able to call yourself the strongest and it will be official.
663: Anonymous Runner
Everyone likes being the strongest, regardless of age or gender.
664: Anonymous Runner
Iâm sure there are also a lot of unknown players who have been hiding their strength up until now.
People who only care now because there is prize money.
665: Anonymous Runner
>>664
So they ignored previous events in order to hide their cards.
666: Anonymous Runner
This could be the most heated battle in NSO yet.
667: Anonymous Runner
>>666
I intend on winning this!
I want that money!
668: Anonymous Runner
I guess even the people here are serious now.
When 25 million is on the line, even a dog will become a wolf.
669: Anonymous Runner
The time has come to show what you can really do...
670: Anonymous Runner
While the rules havenât been announced, itâs clearly going to be parties of four fighting each other.
So we should think of strategies.
671: Anonymous Runner
Well, what would you use the 25 million for if you won it?
672: Anonymous Runner
673: Anonymous Runner
Yeah, itâs not quite enough to live lavishly for the rest of your life.
I would maybe celebrate once and then save the rest.
674: Anonymous Runner
Iâll upgrade all the electronics in the house.
675: Anonymous Runner
You people are all very selfish.
Iâd spend it on my parents.
676: Anonymous Runner
Well, Iâll go out and eat some meat and then think about the rest later.
677: Anonymous Runner
It will become living expenses.
678: Anonymous Runner
Hmm. I canât think of anything. So Iâll save it.
679: Anonymous Runner
Why are you all talking as if you already won...
680: Anonymous Runner
And most just want to save their money. How boring.
681: Anonymous Runner
Why would you expect anything more from these people?
682: Anonymous Runner
Everyone here is poor
683: Anonymous Runner
And so I canât say much!
684: Anonymous Runner
You are all hopeless
685: Anonymous Runner
[Tragic news] Everyone here is likely to lose pathetically again.
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The NSO community was shaken by this sudden news.
It almost didnât feel real, and so they talked about it as if it was a joke.
However, it felt more real as the days passed, and a week later, everyone was preparing for the event.
But the truly strong players had been preparing even earlier than that in order to become the strongest of all. | {
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And I wore it whenever I could, thinking it was the most fabulous thing I owned.
Until one day in ninth grade, when I was standing with a number of the football players.
And my body had clearly changed, and Matt, who was undeniably my nemesis in high school, said in a booming voice that we no longer had to go far away to go on ski trips, but we could all ski on Mount Novogratz.
And I was so humiliated and mortified that I immediately ran home to my mother and chastised her for ever letting me wear the hideous sweater.
We drove to the Goodwill and we threw the sweater away somewhat ceremoniously, my idea being that I would never have to think about the sweater nor see it ever again.
Fast forward -- 11 years later, I'm a 25-year-old kid.
I'm working in Kigali, Rwanda, jogging through the steep slopes, when I see, 10 feet in front of me, a little boy -- 11 years old -- running toward me, wearing my sweater.
And I'm thinking, no, this is not possible.
But so, curious, I run up to the child -- of course scaring the living bejesus out of him -- grab him by the collar, turn it over, and there is my name written on the collar of this sweater.
I tell that story, because it has served and continues to serve as a metaphor to me about the level of connectedness that we all have on this Earth.
We so often don't realize what our action and our inaction does to people we think we will never see and never know.
I also tell it because it tells a larger contextual story of what aid is and can be.
That this traveled into the Goodwill in Virginia, which at that point was giving millions of tons of secondhand clothing to Africa and Asia.
Which was a very good thing, providing low cost clothing.
And at the same time, certainly in Rwanda, it destroyed the local retailing industry.
Not to say that it shouldn't have, but that we have to get better at answering the questions that need to be considered when we think about consequences and responses.
So, I'm going to stick in Rwanda, circa 1985, 1986, where I was doing two things.
I had started a bakery with 20 unwed mothers.
We were called the "Bad News Bears," and our notion was we were going to corner the snack food business in Kigali, which was not hard because there were no snacks before us.
And because we had a good business model, we actually did it, and I watched these women transform on a micro-level.
But at the same time, I started a micro-finance bank, and tomorrow Iqbal Quadir is going to talk about Grameen, which is the grandfather of all micro-finance banks, which now is a worldwide movement -- you talk about a meme -- but then it was quite new, especially in an economy that was moving from barter into trade.
We got a lot of things right.
We focused on a business model; we insisted on skin in the game.
The women made their own decisions at the end of the day as to how they would use this access to credit to build their little businesses, earn more income so they could take care of their families better.
What we didn't understand, what was happening all around us, with the confluence of fear, ethnic strife and certainly an aid game, if you will, that was playing into this invisible but certainly palpable movement inside Rwanda, that at that time, 30 percent of the budget was all foreign aid.
The genocide happened in 1994, seven years after these women all worked together to build this dream.
And the good news was that the institution, the banking institution, lasted.
In fact, it became the largest rehabilitation lender in the country.
The bakery was completely wiped out, but the lessons for me were that accountability counts -- got to build things with people on the ground, using business models where, as Steven Levitt would say, the incentives matter.
Understand, however complex we may be, incentives matter.
So when Chris raised to me how wonderful everything that was happening in the world, that we were seeing a shift in zeitgeist, on the one hand I absolutely agree with him, and I was so thrilled to see what happened with the G8 -- that the world, because of people like Tony Blair and Bono and Bob Geldof -- the world is talking about global poverty; the world is talking about Africa
in ways I have never seen in my life.
It's thrilling.
And at the same time, what keeps me up at night is a fear that we'll look at the victories of the G8 -- 50 billion dollars in increased aid to Africa, 40 billion in reduced debt -- as the victory, as more than chapter one, as our moral absolution.
And in fact, what we need to do is see that as chapter one, celebrate it, close it, and recognize that we need a chapter two that is all about execution, all about the how-to.
And if you remember one thing from what I want to talk about today, it's that the only way to end poverty, to make it history, is to build viable systems on the ground that deliver critical and affordable goods and services to the poor, in ways that are financially sustainable and scaleable.
If we do that, we really can make poverty history.
And it was that -- that whole philosophy -- that encouraged me to start my current endeavor called "Acumen Fund," which is trying to build some mini-blueprints in Pakistan, India, Kenya, Tanzania and Egypt.
And I want to talk a little bit about that, and some of the examples, so you can see what it is that we're doing.
But before I do this -- and this is another one of my pet peeves -- I want to talk a little bit about who the poor are.
Because we too often talk about them as these strong, huge masses of people yearning to be free, when in fact, it's quite an amazing story.
On a macro level, four billion people on Earth make less than four dollars a day.
That's who we talk about when we think about "the poor."
If you aggregate it, it's the third largest economy on Earth, and yet most of these people go invisible.
Where we typically work, there's people making between one and three dollars a day.
Who are these people?
They are farmers and factory workers.
They work in government offices. They're drivers.
They are domestics.
They typically pay for critical goods and services like water, like healthcare, like housing, and they pay 30 to 40 times what their middleclass counterparts pay -- certainly where we work in Karachi and Nairobi.
The poor also are willing to make, and do make, smart decisions, if you give them that opportunity.
So, two examples.
One is in India, where there are 240 million farmers, most of whom make less than two dollars a day.
Where we work in Aurangabad, the land is extraordinarily parched.
You see people on average making 60 cents to a dollar.
This guy in pink is a social entrepreneur named Ami Tabar.
What he did was see what was happening in Israel, larger approaches, and figure out how to do a drip irrigation, which is a way of bringing water directly to the plant stock.
But previously it's only been created for large-scale farms, so Ami Tabar took this and modularized it down to an eighth of an acre.
A couple of principles: build small.
Make it infinitely expandable and affordable to the poor.
This family, Sarita and her husband, bought a 15-dollar unit when they were living in a -- literally a three-walled lean-to with a corrugated iron roof.
After one harvest, they had increased their income enough to buy a second system to do their full quarter-acre.
A couple of years later, I meet them.
They now make four dollars a day, which is pretty much middle class for India, and they showed me the concrete foundation they had just laid to build their house.
And I swear, you could see the future in that woman's eyes.
Something I truly believe.
You can't talk about poverty today without talking about malaria bed nets, and I again give Jeffrey Sachs of Harvard this notion of his rage -- for five dollars you can save a life.
Malaria is a disease that kills one to three million people a year.
300 to 500 million cases are reported.
It's estimated that Africa loses about 13 billion dollars a year to the disease.
Five dollars can save a life.
We can send people to the moon; we can see if there's life on Mars -- why can't we get five-dollar nets to 500 million people?
The question, though, is not "Why can't we?"
The question is how can we help Africans do this for themselves?
A lot of hurdles.
One: production is too low. Two: price is too high.
Three: this is a good road in -- right near where our factory is located.
Distribution is a nightmare, but not impossible.
We started by making a 350,000-dollar loan to the largest traditional bed net manufacturer in Africa so that they could transfer technology from Japan and build these long-lasting, five-year nets.
Here are just some pictures of the factory.
Today, three years later, the company has employed another thousand women.
It contributes about 600,000 dollars in wages to the economy of Tanzania.
It's the largest company in Tanzania.
The throughput rate right now is 1.5 million nets, three million by the end of the year.
We hope to have seven million at the end of next year.
So the production side is working.
On the distribution side, though, as a world, we have a lot of work to do.
Right now, 95 percent of these nets are being bought by the U.N., and then given primarily to people around Africa.
We're looking at building on some of the most precious resources of Africa: people.
Their women.
And so I want you to meet Jacqueline, my namesake, 21 years old.
If she were born anywhere else but Tanzania, I'm telling you, she could run Wall Street.
She runs two of the lines, and has already saved enough money to put a down payment on her house.
She makes about two dollars a day, is creating an education fund, and told me she is not marrying nor having children And so, when I told her about our idea -- that maybe we could take a Tupperware model from the United States, and find a way for the women themselves to go out and sell these nets to others -- she quickly started calculating what she herself could make
and signed up.
We took a lesson from IDEO, one of our favorite companies, and quickly did a prototyping on this, and took Jacqueline into the area where she lives.
She brought 10 of the women with whom she interacts together to see if she could sell these nets, five dollars apiece, despite the fact that people say nobody will buy one, and we learned a lot about how you sell things.
Not coming in with our own notions, because she didn't even talk about malaria until the very end.
First, she talked about comfort, status, beauty.
These nets, she said, you put them on the floor, bugs leave your house.
Children can sleep through the night; the house looks beautiful; you hang them in the window.
And we've started making curtains, and not only is it beautiful, but people can see status -- that you care about your children.
Only then did she talk about saving your children's lives.
A lot of lessons to be learned in terms of how we sell goods and services to the poor.
I want to end just by saying that there's enormous opportunity to make poverty history.
To do it right, we have to build business models that matter, that are scaleable and that work with Africans, Indians, people all over the developing world who fit in this category, to do it themselves.
Because at the end of the day, it's about engagement.
It's about understanding that people really don't want handouts, that they want to make their own decisions; they want to solve their own problems; and that by engaging with them, not only do we create much more dignity for them, but for us as well.
And so I urge all of you to think next time as to how to engage with this notion and this opportunity that we all have -- to make poverty history -- by really becoming part of the process and moving away from an us-and-them world, and realizing that it's about all of us, and the kind of world that we, together, want to live in and share.
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âOf course, I am a little scared and bitter. But I canât just run back home defeated here, and I canât give up on my path to becoming a knight just because of something as trivial as this.â
There was also fear, but most of what was swirling inside Sheila was frustration.
The unreasonableness of having to be discriminated against just because one was a commoner. Discontentment that couldnât be refuted because of the difference in status.
Perhaps because she was confronted with a feeling of animosity, she was being provocative without realizing it. Dilliamâs temples tightened again.
âSomething as trivial as this, you say?â
â..... It was a slip of the tongue.â
Frankly, part of her was annoyed as to why she should care so much about the perpetrator. It was ridiculous to keep talking to him while she was soaking wet.
No. If I argue here, nothing will ever change. Iâve worked hard for a month and learned courtesy and how to deal with nobles. Letâs keep things civil here.
âI apologize.â
âYouâre just apologizing on the surface, arenât you! Just a little while ago, didnât you just say something like that!â
âAh.â
It seemed that she was being listened to carefully earlier. Sheila found herself in trouble because she was too honest.
âSo, flooding your locker and tearing up your textbooks is no big deal to you?â
â....â
Dilliam, on the other hand, was no less honest than herself. What was this, a confessional battle?
But she didnât know they had ripped up her textbooks.
Maybe they didnât tear it to shreds, but they cut out a few pages somewhere neatly. She would have remained unaware of it until later when the class was in progress. As expected, what a classy aristocrat did was a bit different.
âOf course, itâs a big deal, but itâs nothing I canât handle.â
After somehow answering, Sheila bowed her head again.
It was supposed to be a sign of resignation, but Dilliam didnât seem to take it as such.
âIâm telling you I did it, okay? Youâre bowing your head when the culprit is right in front of you.â
Sheila felt as if she had been scratched inside by his mocking manner.
She had once been so frustrated by a slight entanglement that she had unconsciously drifted into a killing frenzy. She was desperately trying to calm herself down so that it wouldnât happen. The reason she continued to pass it off without refuting it was so that she didnât cause friction with the aristocrats.
â.... If you disobey the nobles, you will be condemned, and if you obey them, you are even more condemned. Arenât their words and actions contradictory? What is the correct way to respond?â
Her voice was lowered to a guttural whisper as she felt as if she was about to explode.
In contrast, Dilliam seemed to be getting more and more emotional.
âItâs not about the correct answer! If itâs true that you want to be a knight, then Iâm saying you have no pride!â
The pride of a knight. As soon as Dilliam said that, his mind, which was flickering with anger, suddenly cooled down.
She didnât need to be told that. Sheila had only one thing to be proud of.
âMy pride is to be a knight. To become a knight is pride itself. Any problems or hardships that come along the way will not tarnish that pride for me.â
She said unflinchingly as if just telling him the facts that were there.
Pressured by the unwavering, yellow-colored eyes, Dilliam backed away.
Suddenly, Sheila closed one eye at the drop that fell from her bangs. She had an overwhelming presence, as if he were confronting a beautiful beast.
Dilliam was involuntarily flustered. It was crazy to be distracted by this mountain monkeyâs presence.
He felt a sense of defeat as she looked straight ahead. He was ashamed of himself for being pressured by a commoner. Dilliam could do nothing but retreat from the situation.
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âOh.... I did it.â
Sheila ruffled her hair as she stared at Dilliamâs back as he left, his shoulders hunched up as if he was still angry.
She was supposed to suppress her objection, but in the end, it was the same as talking back. No wonder he was angry.
Perhaps he was waiting for her to object. Even if she was impeached because of this, Sheila wouldnât be able to argue against that.
But it didnât seem like he was going to do something bad....
For some reason, Sheila felt completely tired, and she leaned her back on the school building and sit down. She didnât feel like going to the library anymore.
âI canât go there anyway, not dressed like this.....â
Sheila looked down at her messy clothes.
Her shirt was soaked and revealed her skin. Her undergarment stuck to her body. Her leather shoes felt unpleasant as water seeped out every time she walked. She wasnât dressed for public appearances.
The only thing that hid the lines of her body was a breastplate, and that wasnât enough. Although she had never had her gender questioned, this appearance of hers was dangerous.
Sheila couldnât just go back to her room, not without knowing who she might run into. But it was also impossible for her to ask someone to go get a change of clothes.
âI canât even use the spirit arts because itâs forbidden by Claushezade-sensei.....â
She looked at the bracelet stuck on her wrist and sighed.
There was nothing she could do. Fortunately, the courtyard surrounded by the school building was almost invisible to the public. Even the connecting corridors were covered with wainscots, so sitting like this would hide her from public eyes.
âItâs too much trouble, so Iâll just wait until it dries.â
Sheila got ready to rest in earnest, basking in the warm sunlight. She turned her body to find a comfortable angle and folded her hands over her stomach.
The courtyard was still full of flowers. Clematis were blooming in purple and white and decorating the pavilion in a stunning way. She fondly remembered thinking that they would surely bloom beautifully on the day of the opening ceremony.
At the same time, she remembered the words she had sworn to Claushezade.
What would her past self, who boasted that she would definitely catch up to him, would think if she saw her current situation? She was happy enough just to be standing in a position where she could make her dreams come true, but she might be kicked out for causing so much trouble.
The days were so fulfilling that she couldnât have imagined what would happen if she was still in the village. Even though Sheila swore she would never give up, no matter how hard the road to becoming a knight might be....
.... The mind stumbled over such trivial things like this.
She didnât want to be afraid. She didnât want to lose.
Sheila tried her best to show her competitive spirit and be unconcerned with Dilliam, but when she was alone, she was distressed. During her time as just an ordinary village girl, she never knew that peopleâs malice could be so terrifying.
It was scary. So much so that if she didnât hold on to it tightly, her heart felt like it was going to run away.
There were people who got angry with her, and there were people who understood her pain. And yet, how long would this painful time last?
Despite the peaceful afternoon, her mind was in turmoil. Her exhausted body craved rest.
Tears slowly trickled down Sheilaâs cheeks as she dozed off to sleep. She didnât want to cry.
Iâll only cry this one tear......
Finally, Sheila let go of her consciousness at the sensation of a drop running down her chin and hitting the back of her hand.
When she woke up, she immediately remembered the situation from the sight that spread out in front of her.
For the first time in a long time, she felt like she had slept like a log. Judging from the angle of the sun, not much time had passed, but her head felt much clearer.
When Sheila tried to put her hands on the ground, she realized that her body wasnât moving as she had expected.
âWhat...?â
What fell to her lap with a rustle was a beige blazer. It couldnât have belonged to Sheila, who lived in her training uniform all day long. When she checked, she found that it was longer than her own.
Although she guessed that someone must have noticed Sheila as she was sleeping and hung it up on her out of goodwill....
âââWhat am I going to do? They donât know Iâm a woman, do they?â
Although mostly dry now, when wet, the lines of her body were clearly visible. Even if she said that there were other slender students, not just her, but......
Despite a somewhat unpleasant feeling, Sheila had no choice but to let go of it and carefully folded the blazer up to take it home. | {
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