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Living in New York City, as I do, it's almost as if, with so many people doing so many things at the same time in such close quarters, it's almost like life is dealing you extra hands out of that deck.
You're never, there's just, juxtapositions are possible that just aren't, you don't think they're going to happen.
And you never think you're going to be the guy who's walking down the street and, because you choose to go down one side or the other, the rest of your life is changed forever.
And one night, I'm riding the uptown local train.
when I get on the subway.
I'm not one of the people zoning out with headphones or a book.
And I get on the car, and I look, and I notice this couple, college-aged, student-looking kids, a guy and a girl, and they're sitting next to each other, and she's got her leg draped over his knee, and they're doing -- they have this little contraption, and they're tying these knots, and they're doing it with one hand, they're doing it left-handed and right-handed very quickly, and then she'll hand the thing to him and he'll do it.
I've never seen anything like this.
It's almost like they're practicing magic tricks.
And at the next stop, a guy gets on the car, and he has this sort of visiting professor look to him.
He's got the overstuffed leather satchel and the rectangular file case and a laptop bag and the tweed jacket with the leather patches, and â â he looks at them, and then in a blink of an eye, he kneels down in front of them, and he starts to say, "You know, listen, here's how you can do it. Look, if you do this -- " and he takes the laces out of their hand,
and instantly, he starts tying these knots, and even better than they were doing it, remarkably.
And it turns out they are medical students on their way to a lecture about the latest suturing techniques, and he's the guy giving the lecture.
So he starts to tell them, and he's like, "No, this is very important here. You know, when you're needing these knots, it's going to be, you know, everything's going to be happening at the same time, it's going to be -- you're going to have all this information coming at you, there's going to be organs getting in the way, it's going to be slippery, and it's just very important that you be able to do these
beyond second nature, each hand, left hand, right hand, you have to be able to do them without seeing your fingers."
And at that moment, when I heard that, I just got catapulted out of the subway car into a night when I had been getting a ride in an ambulance from the sidewalk where I had been stabbed to the trauma room of St. Vincent's Hospital in Manhattan, and what had happened was a gang had come in from Brooklyn.
As part of an initiation for three of their members, they had to kill somebody, and I happened to be the guy walking down Bleecker Street that night, and they jumped on me without a word.
One of the very lucky things, when I was at Notre Dame, I was on the boxing team, so I put my hands up right away, instinctively.
The guy on the right had a knife with a 10-inch blade, and he went in under my elbow, and it went up and cut my inferior vena cava.
If you know anything about anatomy, that's not a good thing to get cut, and everything, of course, on the way up, and then â I still had my hands up â he pulled it out and went for my neck, and sunk it in up to the hilt in my neck, and I got one straight right punch and knocked the middle guy out.
The other guy was still working on me, collapsing my other lung, and I managed to, by hitting that guy, to get a minute.
I ran down the street and collapsed, and the ambulance guys intubated me on the sidewalk and let the trauma room know they had an incoming.
And one of the side effects of having major massive blood loss is you get tunnel vision, so I remember being on the stretcher and having a little nickel-sized cone of vision, and I was moving my head around and we got to St. Vincent's, and we're racing down this hallway, and I see the lights going, and it's a peculiar effect of memories like that.
They don't really go to the usual place that memories go.
They kind of have this vault where they're stored in high-def, and George Lucas did all the sound effects. So sometimes, remembering them, it's like, it's not like any other kind of memories.
And I get into the trauma room, and they're waiting for me, and the lights are there, and I'd been able to breathe a little more now, because the blood has left, had been filling up my lungs and I was having a very hard time breathing, but now it's kind of gone into the stretcher.
And I said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
and â â the nurse kind of had a hysterical laugh, and I'm turning my head trying to see everybody, and I had this weird memory of being in college raising money for the flood victims of Bangladesh, and then I look over and my anesthesiologist is clamping the mask on me, and I think, "He looks Bangladeshi," â â and I just have those two facts, and I just think,
"This could work somehow." And then I go out, and they work on me for the rest of the night, and I needed about 40 units of blood to keep me there while they did their work, and the surgeon took out about a third of my intestines, and he later told me one of the last things he did while he was in there was to remove my appendix for me,
which I thought was great, you know, just a little tidy thing there at the end. And I came to in the morning.
Out of anesthetic, he had let them know about a two percent chance of living.
So he was there when I woke up, and it was, waking up was like breaking through the ice into a frozen lake of pain.
It was that enveloping, and there was only one spot that didn't hurt worse than anything I'd ever felt, and it was my instep, and he was holding the arch of my foot and rubbing the instep with his thumb.
And I looked up, and he's like, "Good to see you," and I was trying to remember what had happened and trying to get my head around everything, and the pain was just overwhelming, and he said, "You know, we didn't cut your hair. I thought you might have gotten strength from your hair like Samson, and you're going to need all the strength you can get."
And in those days, my hair was down to my waist, I drove a motorcycle, I was unmarried, I owned a bar, so those were different times. But I had three days of life support, and everybody was expecting, due to just the massive amount of what they had had to do that I wasn't going to make it, so it was three days of everybody was either waiting for me to die or poop,
and â â when I finally pooped, then that somehow, surgically speaking, that's like you crossed some good line, and, um â â on that day, the surgeon came in and whipped the sheet off of me.
He had three or four friends with him, and there was no infection, and they bend over me and they're poking and prodding, and they're like, "There's no hematomas, blah blah, look at the color," and they're talking amongst themselves and I'm, like, this restored automobile that he's just going, "Yeah, I did that." And it was just, it was amazing, because these guys are high-fiving him over how good I turned out, you know?
And it's my zipper, and I've still got the staples in and everything.
And later on, when I got out and the flashbacks and the nightmares were giving me a hard time, I went back to him and I was sort of asking him, you know, what am I gonna do?
And I think, kind of, as a surgeon, he basically said, "Kid, I saved your life.
Like, now you can do whatever you want, like, you gotta get on with that.
It's like I gave you a new car and you're complaining about not finding parking.
Like, just, go out, and, you know, do your best.
But you're alive. That's what it's about."
And then I hear, "Bing-bong," and the subway doors are closing, and my stop is next, and I look at these kids, and I go, I think to myself, "I'm going to lift my shirt up and show them," â â and then I think, "No, this is the New York City subway, that's going to lead to other things." And so I just think, they got their lecture to go to.
I step off, I'm standing on the platform, and I feel my index finger the first scar that I ever got, from my umbilical cord, and then around that, is traced the last scar that I got from my surgeon, and I think that, that chance encounter with those kids on the street with their knives led me to my surgical team, and their training and their skill and, always, a little bit of luck
pushed back against chaos.
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Of course, a mere dagger would not be capable of inflicting even a scratch on a heavily armored opponent, unless the attacker aimed for a gap in the armor. However, the dagger in Ryoâs hand was not an ordinary dagger. It was a magical dagger constructed by Kurokiri from the scales of Cuélebre that resided in âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forest,â a dungeon that he created by himself and the dagger harbored the power to automatically repair itself even if the blade chipped unless it was broken, which enhanced its sharpness each time it happened. And its initial sharpness was such that it can cleave a steel plate with ease.
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Clink!
âHuh!â
âHah! Such a dagger will not work against this âªFrozen Silver Armorâ«!â
Accompanied by a high-pitched sound and Ryoâs astonished voice, the silver armor the Yukijin man was clad in successfully repelled the scaled dagger of Cuélebre.
âªFrozen Silver Armorâ« was the name of the skill granted to the Yukijin, a skill that produced armor that was both strong enough to withstand rifle fire at close range yet light enough to be worn as fabric clothing (but has the same mobility range as conventional full-body armor).
âThis time, the attack comes from my side! âªSimple Ice Weapon Creationâ«!â
In the hands of the Yukijin man, a sword comprised of ice was conjured, and it was swung vigorously towards Ryo, whose weapon has been repelled and her movement halted.
âI wonât let you do it! âªSmall Shield Barrierâ«!â
Meanwhile, Tachikabe intervened between the two of them and obstructed the ice sword with the barrier generated in his hand, drawing them into a state of confrontation.
Then, Tachikabe and the Yukijin man simultaneously separated from each other.
And at the same time, Houki and Chirito charged at him with their daggers made of the same Cuélebre as Ryoâs. However, in contrast to Ryoâs first blow, Houki and Chirito aimed at the joints of the armor, the parts that cannot be covered due to the structure of it.
âThatâs not... ugh!â
Although Houkiâs attack was dodged, Chiritoâs attack slashed him in the elbow, albeit at a shallow depth.
âDonât you underestimate me! âªSimple Ice Weapon Creationâ«!â
The Yukijin man, though, was incensed by the attack, and he lunged at the two of them with swords made of ice in both hands.
âWhoa, whoa!â âHa!â
While Chirito was in a panic, Houki steadfastly handled the incoming attack. Nevertheless, not all of the attacks could be dealt with, and the two were slightly wounded and pressed back. However, Tachikabe would periodically step in to support them, which would bring them back into a competitive state.
That armor is much more problematic than I expected. I wonder if there is a way to break it...
Ryo watched the situation while musing. She wondered how can they penetrate the defensive capabilities of that armor.
While recovering with âªHealâ«, we should leverage the force of the dagger made of Cuélebre and launch a prolonged offense... Well, that is not possible. We are in no position to be fighting so patiently. What we need is firepower. Firepower that can effortlessly destroy that bizarrely solid armor. Speaking of which, what is Aria doing...
When Ryo has reached that conclusion, she turned her attention to Aria. And there lay the figure of Aria, single-handedly fighting against two Yukijin.
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Aria sought an opening while avoiding attacks from the skill of the Yukijin group. It was right after Ryo and the team burst out into combat that Aria spotted the Yukijin striving to breach the front line from an inconspicuous position, which was why she came in close contact with them to stall their advance.
Naturally, given the disparity in numbers, Aria assumed that stopping their movement would be enough. However...
âIs that all you can do? âªMist Plosionâ«.â
âNo...!â âDonât you dare underestimate me...!â
Bang!
âGaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!â
With the declaration of Ariaâs skill, the two Yukijin were blown away.
Truthfully speaking, for Aria, who has been born as a demon who hunted people, their abilities would have been beyond a letdown. If it were not for the out-of-dungeon correction and poor attribute compatibility, the battle would have already concluded with Ariaâs victory.
Now, you may be wondering why their armor, which was so effective in blocking rifle bullets, was rendered ineffective against Ariaâs attacks. To be frank, the answer was quite plain: the âªFrozen Silver Armorâ« had high physical defense, yet its magical defense was not only low, or rather, it was completely non-existent.
âPhew. Well, I donât have the hobby of tormenting the lower ranks, so letâs draw this to a close, shall we? âªMistboltâ«.â
Aria released a âªMistboltâ« directed at the pair, who were still immobile due to the damage sustained from âªMist Plosionâ«. The arrow then pierced the heads of the two, resulting in their movement ceasing.
Ryo realized that Aria had finished them off. She now recognized how their armor can be broken through, which was evident by observing the Yukijin. The Yukijin that were currently pressing them were never committed to assaulting, and some of their attacks were distinctly avoidable.
Yes, if Yukijin could repel any attack, there would be no necessity to evade.
Then...!
Leaving the dagger aside, Ryo started running and approached the Yukijin, who was being held back by Tachikabe and the other three through the small opening that has been formed.
âLady Ryo!?â âRyo onee-chan!?â âWhat are you planning to do!?â
âHah, I have no clue what youâre up to, but Iâll be your opponent!â
âHere I come!â
While the three of them and Yukijin were screaming, Ryo dropped to her waist and pulled out her right hand. That hand was in the form of a palm heel with mist concentrated in it.
As if to stretch out all the energy in her body at once, Ryo thrust a palm heel strike towards the Yukijinâs abdomen.
ââªMist Slapâ«!â
âNo way... gah!!â
In one blow, the Yukijin was sent flying widely, shattering all of his body armor before being punctured in the throat and chest by another human being, thus ensuring a definite death.
Ryo then conveyed a piece of information to the entire battlefield, which was delivered in her distinctive high female voice.
âBeware, those of you who battle with magical attacks! Their armors are powerless to resist magic!â
âSo thatâs how it is!â âAlright!â
The effect of the information Ryo relayed was drastic.
When Ryo pointed out the vulnerabilities in their armor, the intelligent Yukijin began fleeing, while those who were overconfident in their armorâs might were sure to be taken out one by one.
Nevertheless, even the intelligent Yukijin were not successful in escaping merely because they attempted to do so. After all...
ââPrepare to fire! Fire!ââ
The unit under the command of Otachi Mamoru was stationed at the tunnelâs entrance as an ambush, and following his orders, the Yukijin were greeted with a barrage of gunfire and marksmanship skills.
And the battle, in which the Demon King of the north side drew the first use of Yukijin, has ended in victory for the defending front line side, with Houki, Chirito, Tachikabe, and Ryo each advancing a level. | {
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I awoke in the morning and stretched my body.
My body is refreshed by the immediate stretch after rising.
After taking a shower and having breakfast, I lazily watched TV until it was time for the bus to arrive. I then left my house and made my way to school.
âMorning, guys.â
As I entered the classroom, I greeted my classmates as usual.
âHey, Hime-kun! Morning!â
âI watched your stream yesterday. It was pretty crazy, huh?â
âHehehe, I actually sent you a Super Chat...â
My female classmates, who keep me company, start talking to me.
âAh, good morning to you three!
âYou noticed? Yup, that was me!â
It was Shino Hanazono-san, who was in the seat diagonal to me.
âHey, hey, Iâve been meaning to ask you, did you really meet Mama Yuru in person?â
âYeah, I met her last Saturday.â
âOh yeah, you asked me to tell you what Yuru-sensei looked like, right?â
âMm-hm! Can you tell me about her?â
I told her about Kaoru-sanâs features.
âI see, I see. Itâs not much different from what I found online, so it should be fine. Thanks, Hime-kun!â
â(Heehee, I need to hurry up and finish my book before this yearâs summer Comiket...)â
Yuki had no idea he and Mama Yuru would be the subject of someoneâs book, and he just sat at his desk and paid attention to his classes until it was lunchtime.
âYuutooo, where are you gonna eat lunch today?â
âHmm, I brought some bread and other stuff, so Iâll just eat here.â
During lunch break, Yuki brought his bento and came to my seat.
I bought bread today, so we decided to eat our lunch together in class.
âOkay! Iâll eat here too.â
Several tens of thousands of yen in Super Chats is pretty insane if you think about it.
âYeah, I think so too. And I feel guilty that I didnât reveal that I was a guy after it ended...â
â(Honestly, calling you a âguyâ just feels weird to me.)â
âDid you say something?â
âNo, nothing.â
âI see.â
Then Yuki starts eating his bento.
âMmm⪠As expected, karaage is the best for bento!â
(I bet if someone didnât know him well or wasnât friends with him, they would think Yuki is a girl.)
I looked at my cute friend and decided to protect him while weâre at school.
âHey, speaking of which, Yuki.â
âSummer break starts this weekend, right? You mentioned something about an offline collaboration on Sunday. Are you guys going on a trip?â
âNo, weâre not. Actually, Yuru-sensei lives in Nagoya.â
âSeriously? What a coincidence.â
âI was surprised too!â
âSo what are you guys doing in that collab?â
âHuh?â
âWhatâs up?â
âOh no, I didnât ask about that...
But I vaguely remember her telling me to leave it to her...my memory is fuzzy...â
âDidnât you just meet two days ago?!
How can you forget already?!â
âUm, I didnât really want to say this, but...my memories are hazy after they made me crossdress, and I ended up going home in the dress. Then I got a project proposal, and I got so confused...â
âHuh??? Arenât there a lot of weird things with what you just said?!â
âHaha, right...â
As we talked, one of the girls who always talks to Yuki, Miyuki Kozuki, came over.
âHey, Yuki-kun! Did you really crossdress?!â
She whispered it so softly, she seemed like a nice girl.
âY-Yeah...itâs embarrassing, so please donât tell anyone...â
âPlease! If you have any pictures, show me! Iâll do anything for it!!!â
âDonât say that!â
âHahaha, itâs okay because itâs Yuki. But you could give other guys the wrong idea by saying that, so be careful and donât use it on them, okay?â
âWha! S-Sorry, I was shaken up...â
âYou were asking for pictures, right? ...Here you go, just for a little bit, okay?â
âYeah! Thanks!â
Yuki hands his phone over to Kozuki.
â...???â
She looks confused.
âHey, Yuki, show it to me too.â
âUuu...fine, since Iâm already showing it...â
Kozuki-san hands the phone to me, and I see a picture reflected on the screen.
Who is this pretty girl?
âH-Hey, Yuki.â
âW-What? Is something weird?â
âYuuto?! I mean, biologically speaking, Iâm still a guy!â
âNo, no, youâre a girl.â
âAh!
Hey, Yuki-kun!
If youâre interested in more clothes like this, tell me!
Iâll even teach you how to apply makeup!â
âUm, ummmm...â
Yuki looks confused. Honestly, if he wasnât a guy, I might have felt my heart skip a beat.
âIâm a guy, so Iâm not interested in makeup at all!â
âNow, now, everyone says that at first, Yuki-kun.â
âWait! Donât try to lead me down a strange path!â
âItâs okay, itâs okay!â
With every inch Kozuki takes toward Yuki, Yuki similarly takes an inch back.
âPhew, please donât scare me like that!â
She laughs and makes a face as if she has succeeded in teasing Yuki.
âYouâre just too cute, Yuki-kun, I canât help but tease you a little.â
I understand that feeling, Kozuki.
âBut itâs convenient to be able to do your own makeup for when you go live, right?â
âUgh...I canât deny that...â
âMama Yuru might even compliment you for being able to make yourself look adorable.â
âUuu...Hey, that doesnât really matter, does it?! Besides, people donât even consider a guy like me an actual guy...â
âHave confidence! You have your own good qualities, Yuki!â
âReally...?â
âGive the makeup idea some thought when you feel like it! Anyway, Iâm going back to my seat!â
âO-Okay, got it.â
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âYes, I am. The wine in this village is very delicious. Just think of it as my way of thanking you for introducing it to me.â
Mr. Hannes was hesitant, but I could see that he also wanted to agree to it.
Obviously, the village would suffer if they had to dispose of all of it, and so if someone wanted to buy it from them, it would be a great help.
He had to think about the good of his people, which meant that he could not be too reluctant.
â...Thank you. I would be glad to sell you the wine. However, I think the price should be lowered even more...â âNo, itâs fine. I donât want to buy it at a discount. Itâs not like Iâm entering the wine business with this...â
âBut youâve already done so much for our village... I donât know how we can repay you... But now, we will have enough money to buy grapes from the merchant who is visiting tomorrow.â
Mr. Hannes agreed, and so it was decided that I would buy the wine.
He was so grateful towards me, that he seemed like he was about to burst into tears. However, what he said immediately after caught my attention.
â...Tommorow? The merchant is coming?â âYes, according to the schedule. He visits once every few months to sell us grapes. But without your help, Mr. Takumi, we would not have been able to buy much.â
So if things went according to schedule, the merchant would come to the village to sell them grapes.
The merchant from the countâs territory...
âWill it be the merchant who gave you the glass sphere?â
âIf it is the usual merchant, it will be a different person.â âI see...â
Had it been the same merchant, we could capture him... I had thought. But apparently, it wasnât the same person.
Perhaps that merchant would never return. After all, he had already accomplished his goal.
And the other merchant probably had nothing to do with the matter of the glass sphere... Well, I should still have a talk with him anyway.
âWould you mind if I spoke with this merchant tomorrow?â
âIt is possible, but... Is there something you are worried about?â âNo, but I do have some questions, like how involved he is with the merchant who brought the sphere.â âI see... As this person comes regularly, I do hope he had nothing to do with it...â
For Mr. Hannes, this person was someone they did business with regularly.
I didnât know what the truth was, but surely he could tell me something about the merchant who brought the sphere.
After all, that merchant had visited as a replacement.
âAlright, Iâll start making the herbs then.â
After the late lunch, I went to the back of Mr. Hannesâs house and got to work.
Mr. Hannes had gone off to check the barrels and calculate the price.
He also gave me cloth to wrap up the herbs, so I was fully prepared.
â...Thatâs good...but now that I think about it, I have to do it all by myself now....â
Obviously, as I wasnât in the mansion, there was no one to help me.
I had to pick all of the herbs and wrap them up after dividing them.
It was simple enough if I was only making Ramogi, but if there was a wide variety of herbs, it could take quite some time.
...Well, itâs not like I lacked that at all, so I would do it at a leisurely pace.
â...Still, while I thought that I was used to working quietly alone...it does feel a little sad.â
Back at the mansion, Ms. Claire, Ms. Lyra, Tilura and Milina were often there as well.
Sebastian as well... I then realized that I was rarely alone since coming to this world.
It wasnât just the people here, but Leo was always there.
And since I took Leoâs presence for granted, her absence was felt even stronger. Like something important was missing.
And so I was reminded to be grateful to have people close by as I continued on with my work.
...I told myself that this wasnât to distract me or escape reality.
âThere you are, Mr. Takumi.â
â...Ha...phew...Mr. Hannes?â
After making some herbs, I started to jog around the village to keep my body from getting sluggish. That was when Mr. Hannes called out to me.
I caught my breath and then answered.
âWhat are you doing here?â â...Ha...hah... Oh, I was just running for a bit of exercise.â âI see.â
We were currently on the side of the village that was opposite of Mr. Hannesâs house.
Close to where the barrels of bad wine were being kept.
I hadnât been thinking of which direction I was headed in, and had just ended up here by accident.
Perhaps Mr. Hannes had been looking for me... I felt a little bad about it.
âMr. Takumi, I have finished making the calculations for the barrels.â âHow much will it cost me?â â...So you havenât changed your mind?â
Mr. Hannes seemed like he still didnât quite believe me.
âItâs fine. I just want to help so you can continue to make your delicious wine.â âVery well. Thank you so much. As for the price...â
And so Mr. Hannes told me the wholesale price of the wine.
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Regardless, I was just relieved that I had brought enough money with me.
To think that I was carrying enough money to buy half of a villageâs wine... It was hard to imagine, and so different to how things used to be for me.
It was because the dukeâs family paid me well, unlike the company I used to work at.
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He was quite a figure.
He was later, it's said, the basis of the Indiana Jones character.
And when I was in Beloit, Wisconsin, I gave a public lecture to a group of middle school students.
And I'm here to tell you, if there's anything more intimidating than talking here at TED, it'll be trying to hold the attention of a group of a thousand 12-year-olds for a 45-minute lecture.
Don't try that one.
At the end of the lecture they asked a number of questions, but there was one that's really stuck with me since then.
There was a young girl who stood up, and she asked the question: "Where should we explore?"
I think there's a sense that many of us have that the great age of exploration on Earth is over, that for the next generation they're going to have to go to outer space or the deepest oceans in order to find something significant to explore.
But is that really the case?
Is there really nowhere significant for us to explore left here on Earth?
It sort of made me think back to one of my favorite explorers in the history of biology.
This is an explorer of the unseen world, Martinus Beijerinck.
So Beijerinck set out to discover the cause of tobacco mosaic disease.
What he did is he took the infected juice from tobacco plants and he would filter it through smaller and smaller filters.
And he reached the point where he felt that there must be something out there that was smaller than the smallest forms of life that were ever known -- bacteria, at the time.
He came up with a name for his mystery agent.
He called it the virus -- Latin for "poison."
And in uncovering viruses, Beijerinck really opened this entirely new world for us.
We now know that viruses make up the majority of the genetic information on our planet, more than the genetic information of all other forms of life combined.
And obviously there's been tremendous practical applications associated with this world -- things like the eradication of smallpox, the advent of a vaccine against cervical cancer, which we now know is mostly caused by human papillomavirus.
And Beijerinck's discovery, this was not something that occurred 500 years ago.
It was a little over 100 years ago that Beijerinck discovered viruses. So basically we had automobiles, but we were unaware of the forms of life that make up most of the genetic information on our planet.
We now have these amazing tools to allow us to explore the unseen world -- things like deep sequencing, which allow us to do much more than just skim the surface and look at individual genomes from a particular species, but to look at entire metagenomes, the communities of teeming microorganisms in, on and around us and to document all of the genetic information in these species.
We can apply these techniques to things from soil to skin and everything in between.
In my organization we now do this on a regular basis to identify the causes of outbreaks that are unclear exactly what causes them.
And just to give you a sense of how this works, imagine that we took a nasal swab from every single one of you.
to look for respiratory viruses like influenza.
The first thing we would see is a tremendous amount of genetic information.
And if we started looking into that genetic information, we'd see a number of usual suspects out there -- of course, a lot of human genetic information, but also bacterial and viral information, mostly from things that are completely harmless within your nose.
But we'd also see something very, very surprising.
As we started to look at this information, we would see that about 20 percent of the genetic information in your nose doesn't match anything that we've ever seen before -- no plant, animal, fungus, virus or bacteria.
Basically we have no clue what this is.
And for the small group of us who actually study this kind of data, a few of us have actually begun to call this information biological dark matter.
We know it's not anything that we've seen before; it's sort of the equivalent of an uncharted continent right within our own genetic information.
And there's a lot of it.
If you think 20 percent of genetic information in your nose is a lot of biological dark matter, if we looked at your gut, up to 40 or 50 percent of that information is biological dark matter.
And even in the relatively sterile blood, around one to two percent of this information is dark matter -- can't be classified, can't be typed or matched with anything we've seen before.
At first we thought that perhaps this was artifact.
These deep sequencing tools are relatively new.
But as they become more and more accurate, we've determined that this information is a form of life, or at least some of it is a form of life.
And while the hypotheses for explaining the existence of biological dark matter are really only in their infancy, there's a very, very exciting possibility that exists: that buried in this life, in this genetic information, are signatures of as of yet unidentified life.
That as we explore these strings of A's, T's, C's and G's, we may uncover a completely new class of life that, like Beijerinck, will fundamentally change the way that we think about the nature of biology.
That perhaps will allow us to identify the cause of a cancer that afflicts us or identify the source of an outbreak that we aren't familiar with or perhaps create a new tool in molecular biology.
I'm pleased to announce that, along with colleagues at Stanford and Caltech and UCSF, we're currently starting an initiative to explore biological dark matter for the existence of new forms of life.
A little over a hundred years ago, people were unaware of viruses, the forms of life that make up most of the genetic information on our planet.
A hundred years from now, people may marvel that we were perhaps completely unaware of a new class of life that literally was right under our noses.
It's true, we may have charted all the continents on the planet and we may have discovered all the mammals that are out there, but that doesn't mean that there's nothing left to explore on Earth.
Beijerinck and his kind provide an important lesson for the next generation of explorers -- people like that young girl from Beloit, Wisconsin.
And I think if we phrase that lesson, it's something like this: Don't assume that what we currently think is out there is the full story.
Go after the dark matter in whatever field you choose to explore.
There are unknowns all around us and they're just waiting to be discovered.
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Because of my decision as the generalissimo, the entire Evil God Army was in chaos. Iâm not sure what exactly Pervert (Nielsen) said to the others but the officers of the Evil God Army all rushed into the meeting room.
Did everyone want to play with me that badly?
Technically Iâm the leader of this whole group, but since coming to the Capital I havenât joined a meeting even once. I guess it canât be helped that theyâre so excited. Ah, the training from the other day was a different matter of course.
Still, sorry to all these guys, but right now isnât the time for games. We canât always be shouting âDispatch the troops!â and âLeave nobody alive!â can we. The storeâs existence depends on this. I hope theyâll take this seriously.
Just the lunch coupons arenât enough. I need other ideas besidesâ so fast!?
In just the short while that I was thinking to myself, the entirety of the EGAâs leadership lined up in front of me. It hadnât even been five minutes yet. Why is it that you guys are only this enthusiastic when it comes to games. Well, sorry to disappoint you though.
At any rate, they were all standing there. Waiting for my orders, presumably. And they were all looking expectantly at me too. Iâll bet they were imagining it was time for me to shout âSpread our banner across the lands!â or something.
Originally Timu and the others would invite me to the war councils. I was so busy with the store though, that I never had time for that. Thatâs why I told them that I would entrust them with everything instead. Right now Timu was looking at me with this face like, âfinally, elder sister wants to playâ.
Iâm sorry, Timu. Right now your sis is in a huge pinch. If she screws this up itâs bankruptcy. Weâll invade the Manamana country some other time, okay?
âEveryone, please sit.â
It feels a bit like a real army.
âAhem. Iâve called you all here today to discuss the matter of the store on the surface.â
âMight you be referring to the restaurant that you run, Lady Tilea?â
âThatâs right. So you see, right now Iâm kind of in a bit of a pickle. The place is about to shut down, so Iâd like some ideas on how to get out of this mess.â
âLady Tilea, with all due respect, I was led to believe that Ortissio was regularly supplying you money, but...â
âThatâs true, but it brings me shame to say that Iâm not making a profit.â
Hearing it come out of my own mouth made me hang my head. He gave me that much money and Iâm still in the red.
âOrtissio! Lady Tilea is obviously upset and yet you withhold money!?â
âI-I dare not. I have already told Lady Tilea that it would be no problem to increase the amount of money.â
âI care not for your excuses, Ortissio. You have wasted elder sisterâs time. I trust you are prepared for the consequences.â
âHiiek...! B-But Lady Tilea was...â
Whoa whoa. How does it make any sense to blame Ortissio for this? Iâm the one responsible.
âCâmon guys, enough of that. Orty isnât in the wrong here. This isnât a problem about how much money he gives me. Itâs true that his money is whatâs been keeping it afloat so far, but what I really want to know is why weâre not turning a profit.â
âI understand now, Lady Tilea. In other words, this is a matter of pride.â
Dryas is a smart cookie as always. Thatâs exactly right. I canât just keep taking advantage of Ortyâs money here. And to begin with, itâs really weird that my food isnât making money.
âSharp as always, Dryas. You understand my feelings.â
âI am honored.â
âThatâs right. To be frank, I have complete faith in my abilities as a cook. Itâs impossible for me to be getting so few customers.â
âIt is incomprehensible, elder sister. How could anybody not understand the value of the best food in history.â
âYupyup, Iâm definitely better than our competitors.â
Even I have enough sense to scout out our rivals. I went to the more bustling restaurants in the Capital to try their food, and I was one or two levels higher than everyone out there. I canât say they were bad. Itâs just that they were B-rank cooks at best.
Hey, Pervert (Nielsen). What did you say just now? MERE COOKING!?
Pervert (Nielsen) is my subordinate, okay? Not just in some make-believe army, but in an honest to god work environment Pervert (Nielsen) is my subordinate. But despite that, despite being in the culinary industry, he goes and spouts outrageous crap like that. Is that how an employee is supposed to act?
âNiel!â
âMilady.â
âMinus ten points!â
I pegged a pencil-thing hard at him, like a teacher throwing chalk at her bad student.
Pervert (Nielsen) staggered a bit before collapsing. Guess it was a critical hit. He was just laying there.
Hm, did I take things a bit far? Ah, thatâs no good. No matter how badly the management of the store is going, itâs never an excuse to throw things at people.
âSorry, Niel. Are you okay?â
âUguhg. Hahh, hahh, I-, I am f-fine...â
He put up a strong front but his legs were still trembling. Ah geez, I shouldnât have used violence on somebody so fragile. Letâs wait for him to recover.
A few minutes later...
Pervert (Nielsen) was finally able to sit back in his chair.
âYou okay now, Niel?â
âThere is no issue, Milady. So what mistake did I make?â
What mistake!? You donât even understand!? Hahh~ This guy really lacks self-awareness about his job at Berum Restaurant.
âNiel. Youâre my subordinate. DUU YUU ANDASTAN?â
âCertainly. I am your faithful servant, Lady Tilea.â
âThen be a bit more aware of that fact. Youâre working at my restaurant, and yet youâd say something like âmere foodâ. If our employees arenât taking their jobs seriously, do you really think we can turn this store around!â
âM-, My deepest apologies. My words certainly were counter to your desires.â
âHuu~ Think about this carefully next time, okay?â
I sighed.
Does anybody else have any ideas? I looked around. Mn? Edim looked like she was fidgeting for some reason. Before long...
âU-, Umm, Lady Tilea.â
âMy, Edim. Do you have anything to say?â
âYes. What if I turned all the humans into my kin and ordered them to come to the restaurant?â
Edim, please donât say such scary things so casually. I hope this is a joke, but when it comes to Edim itâs a terrifyingly real possibility. And sheâs hurt my pride by saying something like that.
âEdim, are you looking down on me?â
âYou know, by suggesting a plan to force people to come youâre basically saying that my cooking isnât enough to do it! Do you get that? âHonestly, even youâre saying stupid things like Niel. Next time Iâll hit you with a laminariales, okay?â
âY-Yes...â
After that, Timu and the others continued suggesting violent and outrageous plans. One guy even suggested massacring the âfoolish townsfolk who fail to understand the greatness of (my) cooking!â
Is it actually impossible to talk seriously with a chuunibyou? I canât believe Iâm wondering this just now.
âHey, does anybody have any serious ideas?â
âLady Tilea, may I?â asked the previously silent Dryas as he raised a hand. The star of the show is finally here.
âMilady. In my humble opinion, your cooking is perfection itself. The deficit the restaurant is experiencing has another cause. The position of the store, the lack of advertising, and finally the pricing of the menu appear to be the problems.â
As expected of Dryas, finally a serious answer. A chuunibyou though you may be, youâve really shown how different you are to the others.
âMn, mn, continue.â
âYes, Milady. This restaurant is located at the very end of Western Street, in a place beyond notice. Furthermore, due to the lack of advertisement, I presume that many have not even heard of its existence.â
âI see. I guess this is pretty out of the way.â
âFinally, our position means that few pedestrians on Western Street would come as far as here. They tend to congregate towards the center.â
Could it mean that he wants us to move the store? But thatâs impossible. Thereâs the issue of money for one thing, but Orty and Edim are still wanted suspects. We need the underground housing because they need to lay low until the heat dies down.
âBut moving is impossible, Dryas.â
âIndeed. This is the best position to avoid revealing our headquarters. Moving the store would be undesirable.â
âI thought so too. Then I guess we just have to try harder with advertising? Also, you said there was an issue with the pricing?â
âYes. To put it simply, the prices are entirely too cheap. Far from making a profit, we struggle to even break even.â
âI thought the ingredients would have been cheaper, but they were so expensive that I didnât think any customers would come. Thatâs why I thought Iâd focus on making a lot of small profits instead, but...â
âLady Tilea, what if we change the target demographic to the wealthy? At this pricing, even a thousand customers a day would not bring a profit.â
âI-ITâS THAT BAD!? Mmmn, but wringing the rich for their money is a bit... Iâd prefer it if more people could taste my cooking.â
âI understand. Everything is for the sake of your desires. In that case, we will adjust the prices more conservatively and order Edimâs kin to promote the store.â
I knew I was right to believe in him. Next time I should just talk alone with him. That way I wonât waste so much time.
âBeyond that, we can shave down the cost of the ingredients a little, and order the troops to gather ingredients.â
âYeah, I guess there are the middleman fees if we keep buying from the market, huh.â
If we were on the internet Iâd be spamming the Like button right now.
âIn that case the ingredients shall be gathered by sending the Second Division on expeditions.â
âW-Wait a moment. My Second Division has been working non-stop at suppressing the neighboring settlements. It would be impossible to take on the job of ingredient gathering as well,â Orty interjected.
âEnough whining! Ortissio, this is not a request. As Chief of General Staff, I am ordering you to do so.â
âH-, However...â
âOrtissio, I thought you were supposed to be demonstrating your loyalty!â roared Pervert (Nielsen).
âOrtissio, know that if you continue your excuses I will personally tear your mouth off,â added Timu.
You guys are a bit too harsh...
âY-Yes, h-hic, I un-understand... Then I sh-shall... hic, accept this... mission.â
Orty was really starting to cry now. Aah, not this again. Iâve told them so many times to stop picking on Orty already...
âThatâs enough, everyone.â
âH-However, damned Ortissio is being tooââ
âEnough!â
Everyone went silent, and Orty looked up at me with his tear-stained face.
âH-, Hic, L-Lady Tilea...â
âOrty, I know that you take the occasional trip out of the capital. When youâre out there, if you happen to come across any good ingredients then Iâd like it if you brought them back with you.â
âHic, i-ingredients...?â
âMn, if you say itâs impossible, then I wonât force you. Weâre done discussing it, and I wonât let anybody say otherwise.â
âLady Tilea... Just how far does your compassion and greatness go...â
âHuhu, your flattery is really over-the-top.â
âNot at all. I am not praising you enough.â
With that, Orty was back to normal. I guess heâs done crying.
âSo Orty, think you can do it?â
âYes, Milady! I, lowly Ortissio, profoundly apologize for complaining over merely accepting two tasks. Please leave it to me. I shall accomplish this without fail.â
âOkay. Iâll look forward to it then. Ah, but enough about the subjugation of the villages or whatever. You donât need to feel pressured over something like that.â
âPlease be at ease. I will prioritize the gathering of ingredients. The likes of those settlements will not take up our time. If it takes too long then we can simply exterminate them all.â
âI-, I see... Donât go too crazy with your games, okay?â
âHuhu, games indeed. I understand. I will calmly deal with it all.â | {
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In the mornings after breakfast, I would train with Leo and use Weed cultivation.
And then I would hand them to Nick, and continue training.
In the afternoon, I would study with Milina.
When I asked Sebastian, he gave me some medium-level books, and so we used those now.
...Compared to the first one, it was a lot harder, but we somehow managed to go through them and discuss what we learned.
After dinner, I practiced my swings, studied ahead, and then went to sleep... This was repeated over and over.
As for Milina, she learned to be a servant in her free time.
âLady Claire, you have a guest.â
Days later, after we had finished eating lunch, a visitor came to the mansion.
Ms. Lyra came to the dining hall and announced it to Ms. Claire.
âTo see me? But there were no plans for such a visit...â
Ms. Claire looked puzzled by this, but followed Ms. Lyra out of the dining hall... Well, thatâs what I thought they would do, but then Ms. Lyra turned to me.
âI think it must be related to you as well, Mr. Takumi. Will you come with us?â
âMe? Very well.â
In what way could this guest be related to me...?
But when I thought about it, the only thing that came to mind was the herbs. It was something that all the servants of the house knew about...
While it was strange, I got up from my chair and followed Ms. Lyra.
Leo, Sherry, and Tilura decided to stay behind.
It was a good thing, as Leo usually startled people she was meeting for the first time.
âForgive me for disturbing you at this time.â
âWho are you?â âMy name is Hannes. Iâm the chief of Range village. This is my granddaughter, Rosalie.â
âI am Rosalie.â âRange village...â
Upon entering the drawing room with Ms. Claire, an old man and a young girl got up from their chairs and bowed.
They introduced themselves and then Ms. Claire sat down on the other side of the table.
...Where should I sit...? Next to Ms. Claire?
While uncertain, I sat down anyway... And no one said anything, so it was probably fine.
âI am Claire. Claire Liebert. And I am currently managing this estate.â
âLady Claire... Ah...we have heard stories. I came here today so that I may ask for your help.â âI will listen to what you have to say.â âThank you.â
After being encouraged to talk by Ms. Claire, the old man...Mr. Hannes, began to explain.
âCurrently, an illness is spreading through Range village.â âAn illness?â
I couldnât help but mutter.
Hannes glanced towards me, but continued.
âYes. At first it was just one of the young ones. But then it started to spread day after day...â
And now, the majority of the village has fallen ill... Thatâs what he said.
âBut not you two, Mr. Hannes?â
âBoth my granddaughter and I were ill at one point. But after testing various medicines, we realized that Ramogi was the most effective.â
âSo we drank Ramogi and were healed.â
She looked to be about ten years old. Maybe a little older than Tilura, and looked very lively.
Though, she also seemed quite nervous, as she was in front of Lady Claire.
âYou drank the Ramogi... So it must be the same illness that we saw at the Ractos orphanage.â âI see. But, why have you come here?â
âThe Ramogi that we used was the last in the village. And so we went to Ractos in order to buy more...â
âBut there was hardly any left to buy...â
Because of the malicious store, there was not a lot of good Ramogi in stock in the town.
Other stores were restocking it now, but there was still not enough to meet demand.
âBut we continued to search the town...but every store was low... But then one kind person suggested a certain store to me.â
âBut when we went there...they gave us some strange medicine.â âStrange medicine...? Could it be...?â âYes. It must be that store that Sebastian is looking into.â
So after walking around Ractos, they reached that store...
âAs the leader of my village, I have some knowledge of medicine. And so I could tell that there was something wrong with what they were selling.â
âMy grandfather is amazing.â
Rosalie said boastfully.
While she was nervous, she couldnât help but be happy about her grandfather being able to tell that the medicine was bad.
âYes, itâs a good thing you didnât buy it.â
Ms. Claire said with a smile.
âBut finding out that our last hope was selling fake medicine...we were at a complete loss.â
The medicine was of bad quality, so it couldnât be helped that people would call it fake.
âAnd yet, I was desperate. And so I continued to search Ractos...when I heard rumors of a certain store. And when I followed them, I arrived at a store run by a Mr. Kalis.â
âAnd they were selling the herbs and medicine that were out of stock.â
âHowever...it was still not enough to heal everyone in the village.â
That was obvious. I was the one supplying that store with herbs. And an entire village... Well, even if it wasnât everyone, it was still a lot of people, and I couldnât make that much.
And I was already sending herbs to Mr. Kalis so that they could reach the people of Ractos.
âAnd so we asked Mr. Kalis.â
âHe said that the store was owned by the duke. And he told us that if we came here, you might be able to help us.â
âI see. So it was by Mr. Kalisâs recommendation that you visited.â
Mr. Kalis knew how the herbs were being made.
And so while he didnât tell them how...he must have thought that their problem could be solved if they came here.
Perhaps Ms. Lyra had also heard of the matter in advance.
And so she wanted me to be here.
âPlease. Will you help us...!â âPlease!â
Mr. Hannes and Rosalie stood up and bowed to Ms. Claire.
Ms. Claire saw this and stopped to think.
âMr. Takumi. Could I have a word with you?â âYes.â âHannes, Rosalie. Please wait one moment.â
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In this case, it was picking up bones and creating a tool, using it as a tool, which meant that apes just, sort of, running around and eating and doing each other figured out they can make things if they used a tool.
And that moved us to the next level.
And, you know, we in the last 30 years in particular have seen this acceleration in knowledge and technology, and technology has bred more knowledge and given us tools.
And we've seen many seminal moments.
We've seen the creation of small computers in the '70s and early '80s, and who would have thought back then that every single person would not have just one computer but probably 20, in your home, and in not just your P.C. but in every device -- in your washing machine, your cell phone.
You're walking around; your car has 12 microprocessors.
Then we go along and create the Internet and connect the world together; we flatten the world.
We've seen so much change, and we've given ourselves these tools now -- these high-powered tools -- that are allowing us to turn the lens inward into something that is common to all of us, and that is a genome.
How's your genome today? Have you thought about it lately?
Heard about it, at least? You probably hear about genomes these days.
I thought I'd take a moment to tell you what a genome is.
It's, sort of, like if you ask people, Well, what is a megabyte or megabit? And what is broadband?
People never want to say, I really don't understand.
So, I will tell you right off of the bat.
You've heard of DNA; you probably studied a little bit in biology.
A genome is really a description for all of the DNA that is in a living organism.
And one thing that is common to all of life is DNA.
It doesn't matter whether you're a yeast; it doesn't matter whether you're a mouse; doesn't matter whether you're a fly; we all have DNA.
The DNA is organized in words, call them: genes and chromosomes.
And when Watson and Crick in the '50s first decoded this beautiful double helix that we know as the DNA molecule -- very long, complicated molecule -- we then started on this journey to understand that inside of that DNA is a language that determines the characteristics, our traits, what we inherit, what diseases we may get.
We've also along the way discovered that this is a very old molecule, that all of the DNA in your body has been around forever, since the beginning of us, of us as creatures.
There is a historical archive.
Living in your genome is the history of our species, and you as an individual human being, where you're from, going back thousands and thousands and thousands of years, and that's now starting to be understood.
But also, the genome is really the instruction manual.
It is the program. It is the code of life.
It is what makes you function; it is what makes every organism function.
DNA is a very elegant molecule.
It's long and it's complicated.
Really all you have to know about it is that there's four letters: A, T, C, G; they represent the name of a chemical.
And with these four letters, you can create a language: a language that can describe anything, and very complicated things.
You know, they are generally put together in pairs, creating a word or what we call base pairs.
And you would, you know, when you think about it, four letters, or the representation of four things, makes us work.
And that may not sound very intuitive, but let me flip over to something else you know about, and that's computers.
Look at this screen here and, you know, you see pictures and you see words, but really all there are are ones and zeros.
The language of technology is binary; you've probably heard that at some point in time.
Everything that happens in digital is converted, or a representation, of a one and a zero.
So, when you're listening to iTunes and your favorite music, that's really just a bunch of ones and zeros playing very quickly.
When you're seeing these pictures, it's all ones and zeros, and when you're talking on your telephone, your cell phone, and it's going over the network, your voice is all being turned into ones and zeros and magically whizzed around.
And look at all the complex things and wonderful things we've been able to create with just a one and a zero.
Well, now you ramp that up to four, and you have a lot of complexity, a lot of ways to describe mechanisms.
So, let's talk about what that means.
So, if you look at a human genome, they consist of 3.2 billion of these base pairs. That's a lot.
And they mix up in all different fashions, and that makes you a human being.
If you convert that to binary, just to give you a little bit of sizing, we're actually smaller than the program Microsoft Office.
It's not really all that much data.
I will also tell you we're at least as buggy.
This here is a bug in my genome that I have struggled with for a long, long time.
When you get sick, it is a bug in your genome.
In fact, many, many diseases we have struggled with for a long time, like cancer, we haven't been able to cure because we just don't understand how it works at the genomic level.
We are starting to understand that.
So, up to this point we tried to fix it by using what I call shit-against-the-wall pharmacology, which means, well, let's just throw chemicals at it, and maybe it's going to make it work.
But if you really understand why does a cell go from normal cell to cancer?
What is the code?
What are the exact instructions that are making it do that?
then you can go about the process of trying to fix it and figure it out.
So, for your next dinner over a great bottle of wine, here's a few factoids for you.
We actually have about 24,000 genes that do things.
We have about a hundred, 120,000 others that don't appear to function every day, but represent this archival history of how we used to work as a species going back tens of thousands of years.
You might also be interested in knowing that a mouse has about the same amount of genes.
They recently sequenced Pinot Noir, and it also has about 30,000 genes, so the number of genes you have may not necessarily represent the complexity or the evolutionary order of any particular species.
Now, look around: just look next to your neighbor, look forward, look backward. We all look pretty different.
A lot of very handsome and pretty people here, skinny, chubby, different races, cultures. We are all 99.9% genetically equal.
It is one one-hundredth of one percent of genetic material that makes the difference between any one of us.
That's a tiny amount of material, but the way that ultimately expresses itself is what makes changes in humans and in all species.
So, we are now able to read genomes.
The first human genome took 10 years, three billion dollars.
It was done by Dr. Craig Venter.
And then James Watson's -- one of the co-founders of DNA -- genome was done for two million dollars, and in just two months.
And if you think about the computer industry and how we've gone from big computers to little ones and how they get more powerful and faster all the time, the same thing is happening with gene sequencing now: we are on the cusp of being able to sequence human genomes for about 5,000 dollars in about an hour or a half-hour; you will see that happen in the next five years.
with your own personal genome on a smart card. It will be here.
And when you buy medicine, you won't be buying a drug that's used for everybody.
You will give your genome to the pharmacist, and your drug will be made for you and it will work much better than the ones that were -- you won't have side effects.
All those side effects, you know, oily residue and, you know, whatever they say in those commercials: forget about that.
They're going to make all that stuff go away.
What does a genome look like?
Well, there it is. It is a long, long series of these base pairs.
If you saw the genome for a mouse or for a human it would look no different than this, but what scientists are doing now is they're understanding what these do and what they mean.
Because what Nature is doing is double-clicking all the time.
In other words, the first couple of sentences here, make a root, make a branch, create a blossom.
In a human being, down in here it could be: make blood cells, start cancer.
For me it may be: every calorie you consume, you conserve, because I come from a very cold climate.
For my wife: eat three times as much and you never put on any weight.
It's all hidden in this code, and it's starting to be understood at breakneck pace.
So, what can we do with genomes now that we can read them, now that we're starting to have the book of life?
Well, there's many things. Some are exciting.
Some people will find very scary. I will tell you a couple of things that will probably make you want to projectile puke on me, but that's okay.
So, you know, we now can learn the history of organisms.
You can do a very simple test: scrape your cheek; send it off.
You can find out where your relatives come from; you can do your genealogy going back thousands of years.
We can understand functionality. This is really important.
We can understand, for example, why we create plaque in our arteries, what creates the starchiness inside of a grain, why does yeast metabolize sugar and produce carbon dioxide.
We can also look at, at a grander scale, what creates problems, what creates disease, and how we may be able to fix them.
Because we can understand this, we can fix them, make better organisms.
is that Nature has provided us a spectacular toolbox.
The toolbox exists.
An architect far better and smarter than us has given us that toolbox, and we now have the ability to use it.
We are now not just reading genomes; we are writing them.
This company, Synthetic Genomics, I'm involved with, created the first full synthetic genome for a little bug, a very primitive creature called Mycoplasma genitalium. If you have a UTI, you've probably -- or ever had a UTI -- you've come in contact with this little bug.
Very simple -- only has about 246 genes -- but we were able to completely synthesize that genome.
Now, you have the genome and you say to yourself, So, if I plug this synthetic genome -- if I pull the old one out and plug it in -- does it just boot up and live?
Well, guess what. It does.
Not only does it do that; if you took the genome -- that synthetic genome -- and you plugged it into a different critter, like yeast, you now turn that yeast into Mycoplasma.
It's, sort of, like booting up a PC with a Mac O.S. software.
Well, actually, you could do it the other way.
So, you know, by being able to write a genome and plug it into an organism, the software, if you will, changes the hardware.
And this is extremely profound.
So, last year the French and Italians announced they got together and they went ahead and they sequenced Pinot Noir.
The genomic sequence now exists for the entire Pinot Noir organism, and they identified, once again, about 29,000 genes.
They have discovered pathways that create flavors, although it's very important to understand that those compounds that it's cranking out have to match a receptor in our genome, in our tongue, for us to understand and interpret those flavors.
They've also discovered that there's a heck of a lot of activity going on producing aroma as well.
They've identified areas of vulnerability to disease.
They now are understanding, and the work is going on, exactly how this plant works, and we have the capability to know, to read that entire code and understand how it ticks.
So, then what do you do?
Knowing that we can read it, knowing that we can write it, change it, maybe write its genome from scratch. So, what do you do?
Well, one thing you could do is what some people might call Franken-Noir.
We can build a better vine.
By the way, just so you know: you get stressed out about genetically modified organisms; there is not one single vine in this valley or anywhere that is not genetically modified.
They're not grown from seeds; they're grafted into root stock; they would not exist in nature on their own.
So, don't worry about, don't stress about that stuff. We've been doing this forever.
So, we could, you know, focus on disease resistance; we can go for higher yields without necessarily having dramatic farming techniques to do it, or costs.
We could conceivably expand the climate window: we could make Pinot Noir grow maybe in Long Island, God forbid.
We could produce better flavors and aromas.
You want a little more raspberry, a little more chocolate here or there?
All of these things could conceivably be done, and I will tell you I'd pretty much bet that it will be done.
But there's an ecosystem here.
In other words, we're not, sort of, unique little organisms running around; we are part of a big ecosystem.
In fact -- I'm sorry to inform you -- that inside of your digestive tract is about 10 pounds of microbes which you're circulating through your body quite a bit.
Our ocean's teaming with microbes; in fact, when Craig Venter went and sequenced the microbes in the ocean, in the first three months tripled the known species on the planet by discovering all-new microbes in the first 20 feet of water.
We now understand that those microbes have more impact on our climate and regulating CO2 and oxygen than plants do, which we always thought oxygenate the atmosphere.
We find microbial life in every part of the planet: in ice, in coal, in rocks, in volcanic vents; it's an amazing thing.
But we've also discovered, when it comes to plants, in plants, as much as we understand and are starting to understand their genomes, it is the ecosystem around them, it is the microbes that live in their root systems, that have just as much impact on the character of those plants as the metabolic pathways of the plants themselves.
If you take a closer look at a root system, you will find there are many, many, many diverse microbial colonies.
This is not big news to viticulturists; they have been, you know, concerned with water and fertilization.
And, again, this is, sort of, my notion of shit-against-the-wall pharmacology: you know certain fertilizers make the plant more healthy so you put more in.
You don't necessarily know with granularity exactly what organisms are providing what flavors and what characteristics.
We can start to figure that out.
We all talk about terroir; we worship terroir; we say, Wow, is my terroir great! It's so special.
I've got this piece of land and it creates terroir like you wouldn't believe.
Well, you know, we really, we argue and debate about it -- we say it's climate, it's soil, it's this. Well, guess what?
We can figure out what the heck terroir is.
It's in there, waiting to be sequenced.
There are thousands of microbes there.
They're easy to sequence: unlike a human, they, you know, have a thousand, two thousand genes; we can figure out what they are.
All we have to do is go around and sample, dig into the ground, find those bugs, sequence them, correlate them to the kinds of characteristics we like and don't like -- that's just a big database -- and then fertilize.
And then we understand what is terroir.
So, some people will say, Oh, my God, are we playing God?
Are we now, if we engineer organisms, are we playing God?
And, you know, people would always ask James Watson -- he's not always the most politically correct guy ...
... and they would say, "Are, you know, are you playing God?"
And he had the best answer I ever heard to this question: "Well, somebody has to."
I consider myself a very spiritual person, and without, you know, the organized religion part, and I will tell you: I don't believe there's anything unnatural.
I don't believe that chemicals are unnatural.
I told you I'm going to make some of you puke.
It's very simple: we don't invent molecules, compounds.
They're here. They're in the universe.
We reorganize things, we change them around, but we don't make anything unnatural.
Now, we can create bad impacts -- we can poison ourselves; we can poison the Earth -- but that's just a natural outcome of a mistake we made.
So, what's happening today is, Nature is presenting us with a toolbox, and we find that this toolbox is very extensive.
There are microbes out there that actually make gasoline, believe it or not.
There are microbes, you know -- go back to yeast.
These are chemical factories; the most sophisticated chemical factories are provided by Nature, and we now can use those.
There also is a set of rules.
Nature will not allow you to -- we could engineer a grape plant, but guess what.
We can't make the grape plant produce babies.
Nature has put a set of rules out there.
We can work within the rules; we can't break the rules; we're just learning what the rules are.
I just ask the question, if you could cure all disease -- if you could make disease go away, because we understand how it actually works, if we could end hunger by being able to create nutritious, healthy plants that grow in very hard-to-grow environments, if we could create clean and plentiful energy -- we, right in the labs at Synthetic Genomics, have single-celled organisms that are taking carbon dioxide and producing a molecule very similar to gasoline.
So, carbon dioxide -- the stuff we want to get rid of -- not sugar, not anything.
Carbon dioxide, a little bit of sunlight, you end up with a lipid that is highly refined.
We could solve our energy problems; we can reduce CO2,; we could clean up our oceans; we could make better wine.
If we could, would we?
Well, you know, I think the answer is very simple: working with Nature, working with this tool set that we now understand, is the next step in humankind's evolution.
And all I can tell you is, stay healthy for 20 years.
If you can stay healthy for 20 years, you'll see 150, maybe 300.
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ããããšãããããŸãã | This fascinating universe of bacteria inside of us is an integral part of our health, and our technology is evolving so rapidly that today we can program these bacteria like we program computers.
Now, the diagram that you see here, I know it looks like some kind of sports play, but it is actually a blueprint of the first bacterial program I developed.
And like writing software, we can print and write DNA into different algorithms and programs inside of bacteria.
What this program does is produces fluorescent proteins in a rhythmic fashion that allows bacteria to communicate and synchronize, as you're seeing in this movie.
The growing colony of bacteria that you see here is about the width of a human hair.
Now, what you can't see is that our genetic program instructs these bacteria to each produce small molecules, and these molecules travel between the thousands of individual bacteria telling them when to turn on and off.
And the bacteria synchronize quite well at this scale, but because the molecule that synchronizes them together can only travel so fast, in larger colonies of bacteria, this results in traveling waves between bacteria that are far away from each other, and you can see these waves going from right to left across the screen.
Now, our genetic program relies on a natural phenomenon called quorum sensing, in which bacteria trigger coordinated and sometimes virulent behaviors once they reach a critical density.
You can observe quorum sensing in action in this movie, where a growing colony of bacteria only begins to glow once it reaches a high or critical density.
Our genetic program continues producing these rhythmic patterns of fluorescent proteins as the colony grows outwards.
This particular movie and experiment we call The Supernova, because it looks like an exploding star.
Now, besides programming these beautiful patterns, I wondered, what else can we get these bacteria to do?
And I decided to explore how we can program bacteria to detect and treat diseases in our bodies like cancer.
One of the surprising facts about bacteria is that they can naturally grow inside of tumors.
This happens because typically tumors are areas where the immune system has no access, and so bacteria find these tumors and use them as a safe haven to grow and thrive.
We started using probiotic bacteria and found that when orally delivered to mice, these probiotics would selectively grow inside of liver tumors.
We realized that the most convenient way to highlight the presence of the probiotics, and hence, the presence of the tumors, was to get these bacteria to produce a signal that would be detectable in the urine, and so we specifically programmed these probiotics to make a molecule that would change the color of your urine to indicate the presence of cancer.
We went on to show that this technology could sensitively and specifically detect liver cancer, one that is challenging to detect otherwise.
Now, since these bacteria specifically localize to tumors, we've been programming them to not only detect cancer but also to treat cancer by producing therapeutic molecules from within the tumor environment that shrink the existing tumors, and we've been doing this using quorum sensing programs like you saw in the previous movies.
Altogether, imagine in the future taking a programmed probiotic that could detect and treat cancer, or even other diseases.
Our ability to program bacteria and program life opens up new horizons in cancer research, and to share this vision, I worked with artist Vik Muniz to create the symbol of the universe, made entirely out of bacteria or cancer cells.
Ultimately, my hope is that the beauty and purpose of this microscopic universe can inspire new and creative approaches for the future of cancer research.
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It was in the spring of the year 1894 that all London was interested, and the fashionable world dismayed, by the murder of the Honourable Ronald Adair under most unusual and inexplicable circumstances.
The public has already learned those particulars of the crime which came out in the police investigation, but a good deal was suppressed upon that occasion,
since the case for the prosecution was so overwhelmingly strong that it was not necessary to bring forward all the facts.
Only now, at the end of nearly ten years, am I allowed to supply those missing links which make up the whole of that remarkable chain.
The crime was of interest in itself, but that interest was as nothing to me compared to the inconceivable sequel, which afforded me the greatest shock and surprise of any event in my adventurous life.
Even now, after this long interval, I find myself thrilling as I think of it,
and feeling once more that sudden flood of joy, amazement, and incredulity which utterly submerged my mind.
Let me say to that public, which has shown some interest in those glimpses which I have occasionally given them of the thoughts and actions of a very remarkable man, that they are not to blame me if I have not shared my knowledge with them,
for I should have considered it my first duty to do so, had I not been barred by a positive prohibition from his own lips,
which was only withdrawn upon the third of last month.
It can be imagined that my close intimacy with Sherlock Holmes had interested me deeply in crime, and that after his disappearance I never failed to read with care the various problems which came before the public.
And I even attempted, more than once, for my own private satisfaction, to employ his methods in their solution,
though with indifferent success.
There was none, however, which appealed to me like this tragedy of Ronald Adair.
As I read the evidence at the inquest, which led up to a verdict of willful murder against some person or persons unknown, I realized more clearly than I had ever done the loss which the community had sustained by the death of Sherlock Holmes.
There were points about this strange business
which would, I was sure, have specially appealed to him, and the efforts of the police would have been supplemented, or more probably anticipated, by the trained observation and the alert mind of the first criminal agent in Europe.
All day, as I drove upon my round, I turned over the case in my mind and found no explanation which appeared to me to be adequate.
At the risk of telling a twice-told tale, I will recapitulate the facts as they were known to the public at the conclusion of the inquest.
The Honourable Ronald Adair was the second son of the Earl of Maynooth, at that time governor of one of the Australian colonies.
Adair's mother had returned from Australia to undergo the operation for cataract, and she, her son Ronald, and her daughter Hilda were living together at 427 Park Lane.
The youth moved in the best society--had, so far as was known, no enemies and no particular vices.
He had been engaged to Miss Edith Woodley, of Carstairs, but the engagement had been broken off by mutual consent some months before, and there was no sign that it had left any very profound feeling behind it.
For the rest {sic} the man's life moved in a narrow and conventional circle,
for his habits were quiet and his nature unemotional.
Yet it was upon this easy-going young aristocrat that death came, in most strange and unexpected form,
between the hours of ten and eleven-twenty on the night of March 30, 1894.
Ronald Adair was fond of cards--playing continually, but never for such stakes as would hurt him.
He was a member of the Baldwin, the Cavendish, and the Bagatelle card clubs.
It was shown that, after dinner on the day of his death, he had played a rubber of whist at the latter club.
He had also played there in the afternoon.
The evidence of those who had played with him-- Mr. Murray, Sir John Hardy, and Colonel Moran--showed that the game was whist, and that there was a fairly equal fall of the cards.
Adair might have lost five pounds, but not more.
His fortune was a considerable one, and such a loss could not in any way affect him.
He had played nearly every day at one club or other, but he was a cautious player, and usually rose a winner.
It came out in evidence that, in partnership with Colonel Moran, he had actually won as much as four hundred and twenty pounds in a sitting, some weeks before, from Godfrey Milner and Lord Balmoral.
So much for his recent history as it came out at the inquest.
On the evening of the crime, he returned from the club exactly at ten.
His mother and sister were out spending the evening with a relation.
The servant deposed that she heard him enter the front room on the second floor, generally used as his sitting-room.
She had lit a fire there, and as it smoked she had opened the window.
No sound was heard from the room until eleven-twenty, the hour of the return of Lady Maynooth and her daughter.
Desiring to say good-night, she attempted to enter her son's room.
The door was locked on the inside, and no answer could be got to their cries and knocking.
Help was obtained, and the door forced.
The unfortunate young man was found lying near the table.
His head had been horribly mutilated by an expanding revolver bullet, but no weapon of any sort was to be found in the room.
On the table lay two banknotes for ten pounds each and seventeen pounds ten in silver and gold, the money arranged in little piles of varying amount.
There were some figures also upon a sheet of paper, with the names of some club friends opposite to them, from which it was conjectured that before his death he was endeavouring to make out his losses or winnings at cards.
A minute examination of the circumstances served only to make the case more complex.
In the first place, no reason could be given why the young man should have fastened the door upon the inside.
There was the possibility that the murderer had done this, and had afterwards escaped by the window.
The drop was at least twenty feet, however, and a bed of crocuses in full bloom lay beneath.
Neither the flowers nor the earth showed any sign of having been disturbed, nor were there any marks upon the narrow strip of grass which separated the house from the road.
Apparently, therefore, it was the young man himself who had fastened the door.
But how did he come by his death?
No one could have climbed up to the window without leaving traces.
Suppose a man had fired through the window, he would indeed be a remarkable shot who could with a revolver inflict so deadly a wound.
Again, Park Lane is a frequented thoroughfare;
there is a cab stand within a hundred yards of the house.
No one had heard a shot.
And yet there was the dead man and there the revolver bullet,
which had mushroomed out, as soft-nosed bullets will, and so inflicted a wound which must have caused instantaneous death.
Such were the circumstances of the Park Lane Mystery, which were further complicated by entire absence of motive, since, as I have said, young Adair was not known to have any enemy, and no attempt had been made to remove the money or valuables in the room.
All day I turned these facts over in my mind, endeavouring to hit upon some theory which could reconcile them all, and to find that line of least resistance which my poor friend had declared to be the starting-point of every investigation.
I confess that I made little progress.
In the evening I strolled across the Park, and found myself about six o'clock at the Oxford Street end of Park Lane.
A group of loafers upon the pavements, all staring up at a particular window, directed me to the house which I had come to see.
A tall, thin man with coloured glasses,n
whom I strongly suspected of being a plain-clothes detective,
was pointing out some theory of his own, while the others crowded round to listen to what he said.
I got as near him as I could, but his observations seemed to me to be absurd, so I withdrew again in some disgust.
As I did so I struck against an elderly, deformed man, who had been behind me, and I knocked down several books which he was carrying.
I remember that as I picked them up, I observed the title of one of them, THE ORIGIN OF TREE WORSHIP, and it struck me that the fellow must be some poor bibliophile, who, either as a trade or as a hobby, was a collector of obscure volumes.
I endeavoured to apologize for the accident, but it was evident that these books which I had so unfortunately maltreated were very precious objects in the eyes of their owner.
With a snarl of contempt he turned upon his heel, and I saw his curved back and white side-whiskers disappear among the throng.
My observations of No. 427 Park Lane did little to clear up the problem in which I was interested.
The house was separated from the street by a low wall and railing, the whole not more than five feet high.
It was perfectly easy, therefore, for anyone to get into the garden, but the window was entirely inaccessible, since there was no waterpipe or anything which could help the most active man to climb it.
More puzzled than ever, I retraced my steps to Kensington.
I had not been in my study five minutes when the maid entered to say that a person desired to see me.
To my astonishment it was none other than my strange old book collector, his sharp, wizened face peering out from a frame of white hair, and his precious volumes, a dozen of them at least, wedged under his right arm.
"You're surprised to see me, sir,"
said he, in a strange, croaking voice.
I acknowledged that I was.
"Well, I've a conscience, sir,
and when I chanced to see you go into this house, as I came hobbling after you,
I thought to myself, I'll just step in and see that kind gentleman, and tell him that if I was a bit gruff in my manner there was not any harm meant, and that I am much obliged to him for picking up my books."
"You make too much of a trifle,"
"Well, sir, if it isn't too great a liberty,
I am a neighbour of yours,
for you'll find my little bookshop at the corner of Church Street,
and very happy to see you, I am sure.
Maybe you collect yourself, sir.
Here's BRITISH BIRDS, and CATULLUS, and THE HOLY WAR--a bargain, every one of them.
With five volumes you could just fill that gap on that second shelf.
It looks untidy, does it not, sir?"
I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me.
When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table.
I rose to my feet,
stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement,
and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life.
Certainly
a gray mist swirled before my eyes,
and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips.
Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.
"My dear Watson,"
said the well-remembered voice,
"I owe you a thousand apologies.
I had no idea that you would be so affected."
I gripped him by the arms.
"Holmes!"
I cried.
"Is it really you?
Can it indeed be that you are alive?
Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?"
"Wait a moment,"
said he.
"Are you sure that you are really fit to discuss things?
I have given you a serious shock by my unnecessarily dramatic reappearance."
"I am all right,
but indeed, Holmes, I can hardly believe my eyes.
Good heavens!
to think that you--you of all men--should be standing in my study."
Again I gripped him by the sleeve,
and felt the thin, sinewy arm beneath it.
"Well, you're not a spirit anyhow,"
"My dear chap,
I'm overjoyed to see you.
Sit down,
and tell me how you came alive out of that dreadful chasm."
He sat opposite to me,
and lit a cigarette in his old, nonchalant manner.
He was dressed in the seedy frockcoat of the book merchant, but the rest of that individual lay in a pile of white hair and old books upon the table.
Holmes looked even thinner and keener than of old, but there was a dead-white tinge in his aquiline face
which told me that his life recently had not been a healthy one.
"I am glad to stretch myself, Watson,"
said he.
"It is no joke when a tall man has to take a foot off his stature for several hours on end.
Now, my dear fellow,
in the matter of these explanations, we have, if I may ask for your cooperation, a hard and dangerous night's work in front of us.
Perhaps it would be better if I gave you an account of the whole situation when that work is finished."
"I am full of curiosity.
I should much prefer to hear now."
"You'll come with me to-night?"
"When you like and where you like."
"This is, indeed, like the old days.
We shall have time for a mouthful of dinner before we need go.
Well, then, about that chasm.
I had no serious difficulty in getting out of it,
for the very simple reason that I never was in it."
"You never were in it?"
"No, Watson, I never was in it.
My note to you was absolutely genuine.
I had little doubt that I had come to the end of my career when I perceived the somewhat sinister figure of the late Professor Moriarty standing upon the narrow pathway which led to safety.
I read an inexorable purpose in his gray eyes.
I exchanged some remarks with him, therefore, and obtained his courteous permission to write the short note
which you afterwards received.
I left it with my cigarette-box and my stick, and I walked along the pathway,
Moriarty still at my heels.
When I reached the end I stood at bay.
He drew no weapon, but he rushed at me and threw his long arms around me.
He knew that his own game was up, and was only anxious to revenge himself upon me.
We tottered together upon the brink of the fall.
I have some knowledge, however, of baritsu, or the Japanese system of wrestling, which has more than once been very useful to me.
I slipped through his grip, and he with a horrible scream kicked madly for a few seconds, and clawed the air with both his hands.
But for all his efforts he could not get his balance, and over he went.
With my face over the brink, I saw him fall for a long way.
Then he struck a rock, bounded off, and splashed into the water."
I listened with amazement to this explanation,
which Holmes delivered between the puffs of his cigarette.
"But the tracks!"
I cried.
"I saw, with my own eyes, that two went down the path and none returned."
"It came about in this way.
The instant that the Professor had disappeared, it struck me what a really extraordinarily lucky chance Fate had placed in my way.
I knew that Moriarty was not the only man who had sworn my death.
There were at least three others whose desire for vengeance upon me would only be increased by the death of their leader.
They were all most dangerous men.
One or other would certainly get me.
On the other hand, if all the world was convinced that I was dead they would take liberties, these men, they would soon lay themselves open,
and sooner or later I could destroy them.
Then it would be time for me to announce that I was still in the land of the living.
So rapidly does the brain act that I believe I had thought this all out before Professor Moriarty had reached the bottom of the Reichenbach Fall.
"I stood up and examined the rocky wall behind me.
In your picturesque account of the matter, which I read with great interest some months later, you assert that the wall was sheer.
That was not literally true.
A few small footholds presented themselves, and there was some indication of a ledge.
The cliff is so high that to climb it all was an obvious impossibility, and it was equally impossible to make my way along the wet path without leaving some tracks.
I might, it is true, have reversed my boots, as I have done on similar occasions, but the sight of three sets of tracks in one direction would certainly have suggested a deception.
On the whole, then, it was best that I should risk the climb.
It was not a pleasant business, Watson.
The fall roared beneath me.
I am not a fanciful person, but I give you my word that I seemed to hear Moriarty's voice screaming at me out of the abyss.
A mistake would have been fatal.
More than once, as tufts of grass came out in my hand or my foot slipped in the wet notches of the rock, I thought that I was gone.
But I struggled upward,
and at last I reached a ledge several feet deep and covered with soft green moss,
where I could lie unseen, in the most perfect comfort.
There I was stretched, when you, my dear Watson, and all your following were investigating in the most sympathetic and inefficient manner the circumstances of my death.
"At last, when you had all formed your inevitable and totally erroneous conclusions, you departed for the hotel, and I was left alone.
I had imagined that I had reached the end of my adventures, but a very unexpected occurrence showed me
that there were surprises still in store for me.
A huge rock, falling from above, boomed past me, struck the path, and bounded over into the chasm.
For an instant I thought that it was an accident,
but a moment later, looking up, I saw a man's head against the darkening sky,
and another stone struck the very ledge upon which I was stretched, within a foot of my head.
Of course, the meaning of this was obvious.
Moriarty had not been alone.
A confederate--
and even that one glance had told me how dangerous a man that confederate was--had kept guard while the Professor had attacked me.
From a distance, unseen by me, he had been a witness of his friend's death and of my escape.
He had waited, and then making his way round to the top of the cliff, he had endeavoured to succeed where his comrade had failed.
"I did not take long to think about it, Watson.
Again I saw that grim face look over the cliff,
and I knew that it was the precursor of another stone.
I scrambled down on to the path.
I don't think I could have done it in cold blood.
It was a hundred times more difficult than getting up.
But I had no time to think of the danger,
for another stone sang past me as I hung by my hands from the edge of the ledge.
Halfway down I slipped, but, by the blessing of God, I landed,
torn and bleeding, upon the path.
I took to my heels, did ten miles over the mountains in the darkness, and a week later I found myself in Florence,
with the certainty that no one in the world knew what had become of me.
"I had only one confidant--
my brother Mycroft.
I owe you many apologies, my dear Watson,
but it was all-important that it should be thought I was dead, and it is quite certain that you would not have written so convincing an account of my unhappy end had you not yourself thought that it was true.
Several times during the last three years I have taken up my pen to write to you, but always I feared lest your affectionate regard for me should tempt you to some indiscretion which would betray my secret.
For that reason I turned away from you this evening when you upset my books,
for I was in danger at the time,
and any show of surprise and emotion upon your part might have drawn attention to my identity and led to the most deplorable and irreparable results.
As to Mycroft, I had to confide in him in order to obtain the money which I needed.
The course of events in London did not run so well as I had hoped,
for the trial of the Moriarty gang left two of its most dangerous members, my own most vindictive enemies, at liberty.
I travelled for two years in Tibet, therefore, and amused myself by visiting Lhassa, and spending some days with the head lama.
You may have read of the remarkable explorations of a Norwegian named Sigerson, but I am sure that it never occurred to you that you were receiving news of your friend.
I then passed through Persia, looked in at Mecca, and paid a short but interesting visit to the Khalifa at Khartoum
the results of which I have communicated to the Foreign Office.
Returning to France, I spent some months in a research into the coal-tar derivatives, which I conducted in a laboratory at Montpellier, in the south of France.
Having concluded this to my satisfaction and learning that only one of my enemies was now left in London, I was about to return when my movements were hastened by the news of this very remarkable Park Lane Mystery,
which not only appealed to me by its own merits, but which seemed to offer some most peculiar personal opportunities.
I came over at once to London, called in my own person at Baker Street, threw Mrs. Hudson into violent hysterics,
and found that Mycroft had preserved my rooms and my papers exactly as they had always been.
So it was, my dear Watson, that at two o'clock to-day I found myself in my old armchair in my own old room,
and only wishing that I could have seen my old friend Watson in the other chair which he has so often adorned."
Such was the remarkable narrative to which I listened on that April evening--a narrative which would have been utterly incredible to me had it not been confirmed by the actual sight of the tall, spare figure and the keen, eager face, which I had never thought to see again.
In some manner he had learned of my own sad bereavement, and his sympathy was shown in his manner rather than in his words.
"Work is the best antidote to sorrow, my dear Watson,"
said he;
"and I have a piece of work for us both to-night
which, if we can bring it to a successful conclusion, will in itself justify a man's life on this planet."
In vain I begged him to tell me more.
"You will hear and see enough before morning,"
It was indeed like old times when, at that hour, I found myself seated beside him in a hansom,
my revolver in my pocket, and the thrill of adventure in my heart.
Holmes was cold and stern and silent.
As the gleam of the street-lamps flashed upon his austere features,
I saw that his brows were drawn down in thought and his thin lips compressed.
I knew not what wild beast we were about to hunt down in the dark jungle of criminal London,
but I was well assured, from the bearing of this master huntsman, that the adventure was a most grave one--while the sardonic smile which occasionally broke through his ascetic gloom boded little good for the object of our quest.
I had imagined that we were bound for Baker Street, but Holmes stopped the cab at the corner of Cavendish Square.
I observed that as he stepped out he gave a most searching glance to right and left, and at every subsequent street corner he took the utmost pains to assure that he was not followed.
Our route was certainly a singular one.
Holmes's knowledge of the byways of London was extraordinary, and on this occasion he passed rapidly and with an assured step through a network of mews and stables, the very existence of which I had never known.
We emerged at last into a small road, lined with old, gloomy houses, which led us into Manchester Street, and so to Blandford Street.
Here he turned swiftly down a narrow passage, passed through a wooden gate into a deserted yard, and then opened with a key the back door of a house.
We entered together, and he closed it behind us.
The place was pitch dark, but it was evident to me that it was an empty house.
Our feet creaked and crackled over the bare planking, and my outstretched hand touched a wall from which the paper was hanging in ribbons.
Holmes's cold, thin fingers closed round my wrist and led me forward down a long hall, until I dimly saw the murky fanlight over the door.
Here Holmes turned suddenly to the right and we found ourselves in a large, square, empty room, heavily shadowed in the corners,
but faintly lit in the centre from the lights of the street beyond.
There was no lamp near, and the window was thick with dust, so that we could only just discern each other's figures within.
My companion put his hand upon my shoulder and his lips close to my ear.
"Do you know where we are?"
"Surely that is Baker Street"
I answered, staring through the dim window.
"Exactly.
We are in Camden House, which stands opposite to our own old quarters."
"But why are we here?"
"Because it commands so excellent a view of that picturesque pile.
Might I trouble you, my dear Watson, to draw a little nearer to the window, taking every precaution not to show yourself, and then to look up at our old rooms
--the starting-point of so many of your little fairy-tales?
We will see if my three years of absence have entirely taken away my power to surprise you."
I crept forward and looked across at the familiar window.
As my eyes fell upon it, I gave a gasp and a cry of amazement.
The blind was down, and a strong light was burning in the room.
The shadow of a man who was seated in a chair within was thrown in hard, black outline upon the luminous screen of the window.
The face was turned half-round, and the effect was that of one of those black silhouettes which our grandparents loved to frame.
It was a perfect reproduction of Holmes.
So amazed was I that I threw out my hand to make sure that the man himself was standing beside me.
He was quivering with silent laughter.
"Well?"
said he.
"Good heavens!"
"I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety,"
said he,
and I recognized in his voice the joy and pride which the artist takes in his own creation.
"It really is rather like me, is it not?"
"I should be prepared to swear that it was you."
"The credit of the execution is due to Monsieur Oscar Meunier, of Grenoble, who spent some days in doing the moulding.
It is a bust in wax.
The rest I arranged myself during my visit to Baker Street this afternoon."
"But why?"
"Because, my dear Watson, I had the strongest possible reason for wishing certain people to think that I was there when I was really elsewhere."
"And you thought the rooms were watched?"
"I KNEW that they were watched."
"By whom?"
"By my old enemies, Watson.
By the charming society whose leader lies in the Reichenbach Fall.
You must remember that they knew, and only they knew, that I was still alive.
Sooner or later they believed that I should come back to my rooms.
They watched them continuously, and this morning they saw me arrive."
"How do you know?"
"Because I recognized their sentinel when I glanced out of my window.
He is a harmless enough fellow, Parker by name, a garroter by trade, and a remarkable performer upon the jew's-harp.
I cared nothing for him.
But I cared a great deal for the much more formidable person who was behind him,
the bosom friend of Moriarty, the man who dropped the rocks over the cliff,
the most cunning and dangerous criminal in London.
That is the man who is after me to-night Watson, and that is the man who is quite unaware that we are after him."
My friend's plans were gradually revealing themselves.
From this convenient retreat, the watchers were being watched and the trackers tracked.
That angular shadow up yonder was the bait, and we were the hunters.
In silence we stood together in the darkness and watched the hurrying figures who passed and repassed in front of us.
Holmes was silent and motionless;
but I could tell that he was keenly alert,
and that his eyes were fixed intently upon the stream of passers-by.
It was a bleak and boisterous night and the wind whistled shrilly down the long street.
Many people were moving to and fro, most of them muffled in their coats and cravats.
Once or twice it seemed to me that I had seen the same figure before,
and I especially noticed two men who appeared to be sheltering themselves from the wind in the doorway of a house some distance up the street.
I tried to draw my companion's attention to them; but he gave a little ejaculation of impatience, and continued to stare into the street.
More than once he fidgeted with his feet and tapped rapidly with his fingers upon the wall.
It was evident to me that he was becoming uneasy, and that his plans were not working out altogether as he had hoped.
At last, as midnight approached
and the street gradually cleared,
he paced up and down the room in uncontrollable agitation.
I was about to make some remark to him, when I raised my eyes to the lighted window, and again experienced almost as great a surprise as before.
I clutched Holmes's arm, and pointed upward.
"The shadow has moved!"
It was indeed no longer the profile, but the back, which was turned towards us.
Three years had certainly not smoothed the asperities of his temper
or his impatience with a less active intelligence than his own.
"Of course it has moved,"
said he.
"Am I such a farcical bungler, Watson, that I should erect an obvious dummy, and expect that some of the sharpest men in Europe would be deceived by it?
We have been in this room two hours, and Mrs. Hudson has made some change in that figure eight times,
or once in every quarter of an hour.
She works it from the front, so that her shadow may never be seen.
Ah!"
He drew in his breath with a shrill, excited intake.
In the dim light I saw his head thrown forward, his whole attitude rigid with attention.
Those two men might still be crouching in the doorway, but I could no longer see them.
All was still and dark, save only that brilliant yellow screen in front of us with the black figure outlined upon its centre.
Again in the utter silence I heard that thin, sibilant note which spoke of intense suppressed excitement.
An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room,
and I felt his warning hand upon my lips.
The fingers which clutched me were quivering.
Never had I known my friend more moved,
and yet the dark street still stretched lonely and motionless before us.
But suddenly I was aware of that which his keener senses had already distinguished.
A low, stealthy sound came to my ears,
not from the direction of Baker Street, but from the back of the very house in which we lay concealed.
A door opened and shut.
An instant later steps crept down the passage--
steps which were meant to be silent, but which reverberated harshly through the empty house.
Holmes crouched back against the wall, and I did the same,
my hand closing upon the handle of my revolver.
Peering through the gloom, I saw the vague outline of a man, a shade blacker than the blackness of the open door.
He stood for an instant, and then he crept forward, crouching, menacing, into the room.
He was within three yards of us,
this sinister figure, and I had braced myself to meet his spring, before I realized that he had no idea of our presence.
He passed close beside us, stole over to the window, and very softly and noiselessly raised it for half a foot.
As he sank to the level of this opening, the light of the street, no longer dimmed by the dusty glass, fell full upon his face.
The man seemed to be beside himself with excitement.
His two eyes shone like stars, and his features were working convulsively.
He was an elderly man, with a thin, projecting nose, a high, bald forehead, and a huge grizzled moustache.
An opera hat was pushed to the back of his head, and an evening dress shirt-front gleamed out through his open overcoat.
His face was gaunt and swarthy, scored with deep, savage lines.
In his hand he carried what appeared to be a stick, but as he laid it down upon the floor it gave a metallic clang.
Then from the pocket of his overcoat he drew a bulky object, and he busied himself in some task
which ended with a loud, sharp click, as if a spring or bolt had fallen into its place.
Still kneeling upon the floor he bent forward and threw all his weight and strength upon some lever, with the result that there came a long, whirling, grinding noise, ending once more in a powerful click.
He straightened himself then, and I saw that what he held in his hand was a sort of gun, with a curiously misshapen butt.
He opened it at the breech, put something in, and snapped the breech-lock.
Then, crouching down, he rested the end of the barrel upon the ledge of the open window, and I saw his long moustache droop over the stock and his eye gleam as it peered along the sights.
I heard a little sigh of satisfaction as he cuddled the butt into his shoulder;
and saw that amazing target, the black man on the yellow ground, standing clear at the end of his foresight.
For an instant he was rigid and motionless.
Then his finger tightened on the trigger.
There was a strange, loud whiz and a long, silvery tinkle of broken glass.
At that instant Holmes sprang like a tiger on to the marksman's back, and hurled him flat upon his face.
He was up again in a moment, and with convulsive strength he seized Holmes by the throat,
but I struck him on the head with the butt of my revolver, and he dropped again upon the floor.
I fell upon him, and as I held him my comrade blew a shrill call upon a whistle.
There was the clatter of running feet upon the pavement, and two policemen in uniform, with one plain-clothes detective, rushed through the front entrance and into the room.
"That you, Lestrade?"
said Holmes.
"Yes,
Mr. Holmes.
I took the job myself.
It's good to see you back in London, sir."
"I think you want a little unofficial help.
Three undetected murders in one year won't do, Lestrade.
But you handled the Molesey Mystery with less than your usual--
that's to say, you handled it fairly well."
We had all risen to our feet,
our prisoner breathing hard, with a stalwart constable on each side of him.
Already a few loiterers had begun to collect in the street.
Holmes stepped up to the window, closed it, and dropped the blinds.
Lestrade had produced two candles, and the policemen had uncovered their lanterns.
I was able at last to have a good look at our prisoner.
It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us.
With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a sensualist below,
the man must have started with great capacities for good or for evil.
But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the threatening, deep-lined brow,
without reading Nature's plainest danger-signals.
He took no heed of any of us, but his eyes were fixed upon Holmes's face with an expression in which hatred and amazement were equally blended.
"You fiend!"
he kept on muttering.
"You clever, clever fiend!"
"Ah, Colonel!"
said Holmes, arranging his rumpled collar.
"`Journeys end in lovers' meetings,' as the old play says.
I don't think I have had the pleasure of seeing you since you favoured me with those attentions as I lay on the ledge above the Reichenbach Fall."
The colonel still stared at my friend like a man in a trance.
"You cunning,
cunning fiend!"
was all that he could say.
"I have not introduced you yet,"
once of Her Majesty's Indian Army, and the best heavy-game shot that our Eastern Empire has ever produced.
I believe I am correct Colonel, in saying that your bag of tigers still remains unrivalled?"
The fierce old man said nothing, but still glared at my companion.
With his savage eyes and bristling moustache
he was wonderfully like a tiger himself.
"I wonder that my very simple stratagem could deceive so old a SHIKARI,"
said Holmes.
"It must be very familiar to you.
Have you not tethered a young kid under a tree, lain above it with your rifle,
and waited for the bait to bring up your tiger?
This empty house is my tree,
and you are my tiger.
You have possibly had other guns in reserve
in case there should be several tigers, or in the unlikely supposition of your own aim failing you.
These,"
The parallel is exact."
Colonel Moran sprang forward with a snarl of rage,
but the constables dragged him back.
The fury upon his face was terrible to look at.
"I confess that you had one small surprise for me,"
said Holmes.
"I did not anticipate that you would yourself make use of this empty house and this convenient front window.
I had imagined you as operating from the street, where my friend, Lestrade and his merry men were awaiting you.
With that exception, all has gone as I expected."
Colonel Moran turned to the official detective.
"You may or may not have just cause for arresting me,"
said he,
"but at least there can be no reason why I should submit to the gibes of this person.
If I am in the hands of the law, let things be done in a legal way."
"Well, that's reasonable enough,"
said Lestrade.
Holmes had picked up the powerful air-gun from the floor, and was examining its mechanism.
"An admirable and unique weapon,"
I knew Von Herder, the blind German mechanic, who constructed it to the order of the late Professor Moriarty.
For years I have been aware of its existance though I have never before had the opportunity of handling it.
I commend it very specially to your attention, Lestrade and also the bullets which fit it."
"You can trust us to look after that,
Mr. Holmes,"
said Lestrade, as the whole party moved towards the door.
"Anything further to say?"
"Only to ask what charge you intend to prefer?"
"What charge, sir?
Why, of course, the attempted murder of Mr. Sherlock Holmes."
"Not so, Lestrade.
I do not propose to appear in the matter at all.
To you, and to you only, belongs the credit of the remarkable arrest which you have effected.
Yes, Lestrade, I congratulate you!
With your usual happy mixture of cunning and audacity, you have got him."
"Got him!
Got whom, Mr. Holmes?"
"The man
that the whole force has been seeking in vain--Colonel Sebastian Moran,
who shot the Honourable Ronald Adair with an expanding bullet from an air-gun through the open window of the second-floor front of No. 427 Park Lane, upon the thirtieth of last month.
That's the charge, Lestrade.
And now, Watson,
if you can endure the draught from a broken window, I think that half an hour in my study over a cigar may afford you some profitable amusement."
Our old chambers had been left unchanged through the supervision of Mycroft Holmes and the immediate care of Mrs. Hudson.
As I entered I saw, it is true, an unwonted tidiness, but the old landmarks were all in their place.
There were the chemical corner and the acid-stained, deal-topped table.
There upon a shelf was the row of formidable scrap-books and books of reference which many of our fellow-citizens would have been so glad to burn.
The diagrams, the violin-case, and the pipe-rack-- even the Persian slipper which contained the tobacco--
all met my eyes as I glanced round me.
There were two occupants of the room--
one, Mrs. Hudson, who beamed upon us both as we entered--
the other, the strange dummy
which had played so important a part in the evening's adventures.
It was a wax-coloured model of my friend,
so admirably done that it was a perfect facsimile.
It stood on a small pedestal table with an old dressing-gown of Holmes's so draped round it that the illusion from the street was absolutely perfect.
"I hope you observed all precautions, Mrs. Hudson?"
said Holmes.
"I went to it on my knees, sir, just as you told me."
"Excellent.
You carried the thing out very well.
Did you observe where the bullet went?"
"Yes, sir.
I'm afraid it has spoilt your beautiful bust,
for it passed right through the head and flattened itself on the wall.
I picked it up from the carpet.
Holmes held it out to me.
"A soft revolver bullet, as you perceive, Watson.
There's genius in that,
for who would expect to find such a thing fired from an airgun?
All right, Mrs. Hudson.
I am much obliged for your assistance.
And now, Watson, let me see you in your old seat once more,
for there are several points which I should like to discuss with you."
He had thrown off the seedy frockcoat, and now he was the Holmes of old in the mouse-coloured dressing-gown which he took from his effigy.
"The old SHIKARI'S nerves have not lost their steadiness, nor his eyes their keenness,"
said he, with a laugh, as he inspected the shattered forehead of his bust.
"Plumb in the middle of the back of the head and smack through the brain.
He was the best shot in India, and I expect that there are few better in London.
Have you heard the name?"
"No, I have not."
"Well, well,
such is fame!
But, then, if I remember right, you had not heard the name of Professor James Moriarty, who had one of the great brains of the century.
Just give me down my index of biographies from the shelf."
He turned over the pages lazily, leaning back in his chair and blowing great clouds from his cigar.
"My collection of M's is a fine one,"
said he.
"Moriarty himself is enough to make any letter illustrious, and here is Morgan the poisoner,
and Merridew of abominable memory, and Mathews,
who knocked out my left canine in the waiting-room at Charing Cross,
and, finally, here is our friend of to-night."
He handed over the book, and I read:
MORAN, SEBASTIAN, COLONEL. Unemployed.
Formerly 1st Bangalore Pioneers.
Born London, 1840.
Son of Sir Augustus Moran, C. B., once British Minister to Persia.
Educated Eton and Oxford.
Served in Jowaki Campaign, Afghan Campaign, Charasiab (despatches), Sherpur, and Cabul.
Author of HEAVY GAME OF THE WESTERN HIMALAYAS (1881); THREE MONTHS IN THE JUNGLE (1884).
Address: Conduit Street.
Clubs: The Anglo-Indian, the Tankerville, the Bagatelle Card Club.
On the margin was written, in Holmes's precise hand:
The second most dangerous man in London.
"This is astonishing,"
"The man's career is that of an honourable soldier."
"It is true,"
Holmes answered.
"Up to a certain point he did well.
He was always a man of iron nerve,
and the story is still told in India how he crawled down a drain after a wounded man-eating tiger.
There are some trees, Watson, which grow to a certain height, and then suddenly develop some unsightly eccentricity.
You will see it often in humans.
I have a theory that the individual represents in his development the whole procession of his ancestors, and that such a sudden turn to good or evil stands for some strong influence which came into the line of his pedigree.
The person becomes, as it were, the epitome of the history of his own family."
"It is surely rather fanciful."
"Well, I don't insist upon it.
Whatever the cause, Colonel Moran began hot to hold him.
He retired, came to London, and again acquired an evil name.
It was at this time that he was sought out by Professor Moriarty, to whom for a time he was chief of the staff.
Moriarty supplied him liberally with money, and used him only in one or two very high-class jobs, which no ordinary criminal could have undertaken.
You may have some recollection of the death of Mrs. Stewart, of Lauder, in 1887.
Not?
Well, I am sure Moran was at the bottom of it, but nothing could be proved.
So cleverly was the colonel concealed that, even when the Moriarty gang was broken up, we could not incriminate him.
You remember at that date, when I called upon you in your rooms, how I put up the shutters for fear of air-guns?
No doubt you thought me fanciful.
I knew exactly what I was doing, for I knew of the existence of this remarkable gun, and I knew also that one of the best shots in the world would be behind it.
When we were in Switzerland he followed us with Moriarty, and it was undoubtedly he who gave me that evil five minutes on the Reichenbach ledge.
"You may think that I read the papers with some attention during my sojourn in France, on the look-out for any chance of laying him by the heels.
So long as he was free in London, my life would really not have been worth living.
Night and day the shadow would have been over me,
and sooner or later his chance must have come.
What could I do?
I could not shoot him at sight,
or I should myself be in the dock.
There was no use appealing to a magistrate.
They cannot interfere on the strength of what would appear to them to be a wild suspicion.
So I could do nothing.
But I watched the criminal news, knowing that sooner or later I should get him.
Then came the death of this Ronald Adair.
My chance had come at last.
Knowing what I did, was it not certain that Colonel Moran had done it?
He had played cards with the lad,
he had followed him home from the club,
he had shot him through the open window.
There was not a doubt of it.
The bullets alone are enough to put his head in a noose.
I came over at once.
I was seen by the sentinel,
who would, I knew, direct the colonel's attention to my presence.
He could not fail to connect my sudden return with his crime,
and to be terribly alarmed.
I was sure
that he would make an attempt to get me out of the way AT once,
and would bring round his murderous weapon for that purpose.
I left him an excellent mark in the window,
and, having warned the police that they might be needed--
by the way, Watson,
you spotted their presence in that doorway with unerring accuracy--
I took up what seemed to me to be a judicious post for observation, never dreaming that he would choose the same spot for his attack.
Now, my dear Watson, does anything remain for me to explain?"
"Yes,"
said I.
"You have not made it clear what was Colonel Moran's motive in murdering the Honourable Ronald Adair?"
"Ah! my dear Watson, there we come into those realms of conjecture, where the most logical mind may be at fault.
Each may form his own hypothesis upon the present evidence,
and yours is as likely to be correct as mine."
"You have formed one, then?"
"I think that it is not difficult to explain the facts.
It came out in evidence that Colonel Moran and young Adair had, between them, won a considerable amount of money.
Now, undoubtedly played foul--
of that I have long been aware.
I believe that on the day of the murder Adair had discovered that Moran was cheating.
Very likely he had spoken to him privately, and had threatened to expose him unless he voluntarily resigned his membership of the club, and promised not to play cards again.
It is unlikely that a youngster like Adair would at once make a hideous scandal by exposing a well known man so much older than himself.
Probably he acted as I suggest.
The exclusion from his clubs would mean ruin to Moran, who lived by his ill-gotten card-gains.
He therefore murdered Adair, who at the time was endeavouring to work out how much money he should himself return, since he could not profit by his partner's foul play.
He locked the door lest the ladies should surprise him
and insist upon knowing what he was doing with these names and coins.
Will it pass?"
"I have no doubt that you have hit upon the truth."
"It will be verified or disproved at the trial.
Meanwhile, come what may, Colonel Moran will trouble us no more.
The famous air-gun of Von Herder will embellish the Scotland Yard Museum,
and once again Mr. Sherlock Holmes is free to devote his life to examining those interesting little problems which the complex life of London so plentifully presents." | {
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Recently, Sandill became increasingly worried about Ohi-samaâs diet.
For a whole year, the fox mansion continued to receive certain offerings. A boy, Rinos, brought by the white fox from the Juka Kingdom, ended up offering the so-calledãohagiãandãkaraageãon a regular basis.
At first, Sandill didnât pay any attention, but he heard the supervisor girls singing praises to it. Sometimes, the supervisors nearly fought each other.
Sandill reluctantly tasted it too and was captivated in a second. He especially likedãkaraageã.
ãKaraageãdelivered by Rinos came in two flavors, a sweet one, and a normal one. Ohi-sama preferred the sweet one, while Sandill â the normal one. This normal karaage was extremely compatible with sake. He brought it back home and enjoyed it together with drinks.
A month ago, there was a change inãohagiã. Different from before, it became much mellower. In short, Peris, the new chef of Rinosâ household, received a hint from Rinos and made something akin toãred mochiã, thisãnew ohagiãsuited Sandillâs tastes rather well.
However, Ohi-sama didnât likeãnew ohagiãvery much and always discarded it after selectively eating some of its parts. It was the best possible outcome for Sandill.
Of course, he used an excuse of wanting to follow the manners and do not casually throw away the offerings. Thisãnew ohagiãexquisite and showed him the incredible harmony between the ingredients. He deeply enjoyed the feeling of it slowly sliding down his throat. []
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Once he came to himself, he noticed a single ohagi left. Oh, I did it....was, of course, present in his mind, but it wasnât going to be a problem. Thinking that she wonât eat more than a half anyway, he carried ohagi and aburaage to her chambers. []
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It was the same for the students of Senabia Magic Academy here.
Senabia Magic Academy is one of only magic academies in the Leiria Kingdom and is located in the city of Orna in the northern part of the country.
In addition, this Senabia Magic Academy is a famous magical academy, especially among the rest of magical academy in the region.
Among the students of such famous Senabia Magic Academy, while wearing a particularly depressed face, there was a student heading to the classroom at the last minute just as usual.
The name of this weak looking, blonde haired, blue eyed youth was Kiritsuna Seiya, second-year student of this academy.
Seiya who was walking with a depressed face got to the front door of the class to which he belonged, he opened the door of the classroom then quickly went to his designated seat by the window and sat down.
Classmates looked at Seiya for a moment but they instantly lost interest and resumed chatting with their friends. His classmates behaved like they couldnât see Seiya at all.
However, not everyone was like that, and three boys come to Seiya in the same way as usual, and the same thing started again.
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ãArenât you brave coming here over and over again, Unknownã
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Today as well, three boys Zach Runias, Hoa Teir, Shura Neins came to him. These three people were rare students among the class who talked to Seiya.
However, because of the unfriendly attitude of the three people, an unpleasant atmosphere is being unleashed. Three boys kept talking about this all the time, without getting tired at all.
Why are these three involved in Seiya like every day, the reason for these three people to bother him every single day was based on Seiyaâs birth.
Currently, Seiya goes to this Senabia Magic Academy while living alone. The reason why Seiya lives by himself is simply because there are no parents.
But even if his parents arenât there, these three people would not bother him every day, and the classmates would have more exchanges with Seiya.
The problem is that not only Seiya had no parents, but the fact that Seiya knew nothing about his parents or about his clan at all.
It is particularly important for magicians to have a good family, because their family may decide their position within the kingdom after graduation.
In addition, in the Windistan district where Seiyaâs Senabia Magic Academy operates, there is a strong tendency to emphasize the familyâs power in particular, and the caste you belong in the academy is determined by the family as well.
For that reason, Seiya who did not know anything about his family was called Unknown, Unknown because he knew nothing about it, and he was treated as if didnât exist in the class.
Even if Seiya is in trouble, no one will help. At the same time, if Seiya tries to help someone, they treat him like air and trying to not get involved.
To avoid weird rumors and hurt their reputation they keep ignoring him.
But only those three were different.
A man with a short black hair trained body is called Zach Runias, the second son of the Runias family. The Runias family is an intermediate magician clan belonging to Windistan, that mainly specializes in fire attribute magic.
The man with brown hair is Hoa Teir, the third son of the Teir family. Like the Runias family, the Teir family is a magician clan belonging to Windistan, but unlike the Runias family, it is a beginner magician clan.
Finally, bald head, the man who seems to be in motion all the time is Shura Neins, the second son of the Neins clan. Like the Teir family, the Neins family is a beginner magician clan belonging to Windistan.
About half of the population of the Leiria kingdom are magicians and the other half are civilians.
Magicians earn their livelihood mainly by succeeding the family business or in the kingdomâs defense force, and for the magicians who are in the defense force of the kingdom the higher the rank of the clans, the more important your job.
For the magicians, they are classified into four classes: expert magician, senior magician, intermediate magician, beginner magician, and the number decreases as the class goes up. For example, there are only twelve expert magicians in Leiria kingdom.
And the class of the family is determined by the class of the owner of that family.
For example, the family of Zach is an intermediate magician family, but the intermediate magician is Zachâs father, and Zach himself is still a beginner magician.
However, even though it is said that Zach is a beginner magician, he is an intermediate magician family, so his position is higher than the beginner magician of the beginner magician clan.
So, Seiya being at the bottom of the Beginner Magician family cannot resist the Zak of the intermediate magician family, and he has no choice but to smile although unwilling.
This was his daily routine.
It also ends when the chime begins to ring, so itâs a test for patience until then. If Seiya while not having family power or personal ability beat up other people, Seiya will be expelled.
Even if Seiya is correct, as long as there is something called family power, Seiya is the weakest magician and the worst at Senabia Magic Academy.
A few minutes after the trio started bothering Seiya, the chime rang and Lamia, who is the homeroom teacher, comes into the classroom.
From Lamia with long red hair and red eyes, you can feel cool adultsâ sex appeal. But her gaze today is more severe than ever.
Lamia is from an intermediate magician clan, herself is also an intermediate magician. Among the girls in Senabia Magic Academy, she has top class skills in close combat and she is a famous magician with fire attribute in Windistan.
Seeing her severe than ever expression classmates became tense.
ãGood morning everyone. Absent... ...none. Well then, I have an important matter to announce. The frequency of magicians being kidnapped recently is increased. As for this matter, it seems that investigators will come not only from the church but also from the capital, so the criminal will be caught soon, but be as careful as you canã
The church which she mentioned is the institution which manages every place, which in turn is managed by the capital city of Leiria.
There used to be a goddess named Lina Maria in the old days, but she suddenly disappeared several decades ago. Currently, the Leiria kingdom is being ruled by a group of seven wise men.
And the church is located in the central parts of Freestan, Aquaristan, Windistan distributed around the kingdom, and it is an institution that manages everything around.
Since there is no goddess in the church, it consists of several representatives from various places and several people dispatched from the capital.
Looking at the Leiria kingdom from above, its shape is a donut.
It is centered where the capital is located so that Freestan, Aquaristan and Windistan are divided into three equal parts, and the large walls surround the outer circumference of these three regions.
Outside of the wall is the land called the dark territory is spreading, there are monsters called magical beasts and population is close to nothing, the monsters are very ferocious and often invade the walls.
When a horde of beasts invades or when an incident occurs, the churches in each place are to deal with this responsibility. However, there are cases where people are dispatched from the church in the capital when it is impossible to do anything by a regional church alone in particularly violent cases or in a case of enormous damage.
In other words, this incident is considered either a violent case or brings enormous damage.
In the current situation, saying it simply, the magician becomes money by demanding ransom from his family. The deprived house pays a ransom to take back their child and the value of the magician is quite high.
Especially the magician above intermediate becomes considerably expensive. Because there is a unique family magic passed down in such families.
Unique magic is a prerequisite for becoming an intermediate magician and can be mentioned as a symbol of the family.
If a kidnapped child possessed unique magic, it is no exaggeration to say that the child possesses the secrets of the family.
When that child is sold to another family, the familyâs secret and unique will be lost, so the clan attempts to prevent that at all costs. It will bring the kidnappers a lot of riches.
Even if the kidnapped child did not have unique magic, while being the eldest son of the family, they will desperately try to recover him. It is highly likely that the eldest son will be the next president of the family, because of that eldest son is often raised at big expense since childhood.
On the other hand, in the case of the second son or the third son, they will try to regain him, but wonât waste too much effort.
To be able to use magic means to be able to protect yourself, so if he wants to survive he needs to do it with his own power.
At a first glance, it seems to be ruthless, but it is obvious for a person who deals with magic, and most magicians are ready.
The road of an abandoned child is usually to be sold away and become a mercenary or to be enslaved with a collar. Either way, he will become gold for the kidnapper.
In this way the value of the magician is high, and because the demand is high, the kidnapping comes into being.
Because of that, the magical academy where the talents gather represents a huge allure for criminals. That being said, there are teachers experienced in combat, so they canât easily kidnap people.
Thatâs why kidnapping in a city with a magical academy present is rare.
ãReport is overã
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The beastkin tribes trusted me.
It did not seem right to take advantage of that trust to gather information.
It was not as if we suspected any of them.
We suspected merchants and anyone else that may lurk around them.
However, it seemed unlikely that the beastkin would allow those they didnât trust to get anywhere near them.
In other words, we were suspecting someone that the beastkin trusted.
â...I understand. I donât want to do it, but Iâll try.â
âI am sorry.â
âNo, itâs fine.â
If there really was someone suspicious around them, then we could not overlook them.
There was no one else better for the job. I had to do it.
âEveryone is doing what they have to do. And so shall I.â
It was the beastkin wolves and the Adventurers Guild that was dealing with the enemy base after the fight.
The privy council was also working hard in their investigation. As were the royal knights.
Philly was also busy with requests from the privy council.
All of the items that they could not examine were to be brought to her.
My apprentices, Milka and Luchila would help her.
I had to do what I could as well.
Eric said,
âIt would be best not to tell Shia and Nia.â
âYeah, they will worry about it. No one needs to know but me.â
Goran looked at me seriously.
âIâm sure you already know, but donât tell Serulis about it. Got it?â
â...Yeah, I know.â
She was the last person in the world who should be told. She clearly could not keep a secret.
It wasnât that she was lose tongued, but she started to act strange.
Lord Gerberga looked a little nervous.
He was shaking in my clothes.
It was as if he was worried that he would leak the information.
âYou shouldnât worry about it, Lord Gerberga.â
âCluck.â
I petted him gently and he cooed.
Lord Gerberga couldnât even talk, so there was no way to get information from him.
When I looked towards him, he had a âare you done?â expression as he started to lick me.
âNo, weâre still talking.â
Grulf looked like he was bored. He stopped licking me and put his jaw on my knee.
âBy the way, Eric. These beastkin wolves live in tribes that are separate from each other, right?â
âIt would be easy enough to visit Shiaâs tribe, but I would need an excuse to visit the others.â
â...Thatâs true. Letâs think of something.â
âNo, wait.â
âHmm?â
I had a bad feeling.
Whatever Eric would think of, it would probably be bad.
He would probably establish a whole new office or something.
âIâll think of something. Donât worry about it.â
âReally? You donât have to be modest.â
âNo, itâs really fine.â
I just had to give it some thought.
That night, everyone except for Eric stayed at my house.
The next morning, I spoke to Shia after Goran left.
âWould it be inconvenient if I went and visited your tribe, Shia?â
âIt wouldnât inconvenience us at all... But is there a reason?â
âNo. But Danton had been a great help, so I thought I would like to say thank you.â
âOh, you really donât have to worry about that. If anything, it is you that has been a great help.â
As predicted, Shia was reserved.
âWell, thatâs not all. The fight against the dark ones will only become worse now, you know?â
âThat is true.â
âI want to keep in close contact. So I think it would be best if I visited again. In fact, I feel like I should install a teleportation circle over there.â
âI see. That way, you could visit whenever you liked.â
âIt would be great. Will you come too, Nia?â
âYes. I will go!â
Serulis started hopping around and raising her hand.
âMe too! I want to go!â
âGroof! Groof!â
Grulf and Serulis started jumping. They were suddenly very happy.
â...â
Next to them, Tama was sitting politely.
I sometimes wished that Grulf would learn a thing or two from Tama.
However, it was difficult, due to Grulfâs age.
âCluck-cluck! Cluck-cluck!â
Lord Gerberga clucked happily on Luchilaâs lap.
And then he flew off and landed on my shoulder.
âDo you want to come too?â
It sounded like he did.
âI was thinking about having you stay in the palace while I am away...â
âCluck!â
Lord Gerberga pressed against my face.
It seemed like he really wanted to come with me.
âIn that case, I will go too!â
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I cocked my head at the princeâs abrupt words.
Why did he suddenly start talking without a subject or an object? I was wrong to think that just because he was a prince, he would understand my intentions, no matter what I said.
âI thought you would be angry with me for not informing the commoners of Maddieâs existence. They said that only the nobles deserve to be privileged.â
â...Is there a great disparity between rich and poor in the Ravaal Kingdom?â
The prince froze at my sudden question. I averted my gaze from him and continued my story.
âI canât say anything because I havenât checked the wealth gap in this country yet, but itâs rich enough to have an arena. The lives of deported people and sinners are as good as none. Besides, from my book knowledge, the Ravaal Kingdom also had slave markets, right?â
âMost of the slave markets have been destroyed, but there are some black markets that remain.â
The prince might be a pretty good source for information about the Ravaal Kingdom.
âMerchant families are likely to be wealthy. So, some of them might show up and pay a lot of money to buy Maddie when they find out about it. But what about the other commoners? The hierarchy is always pyramid-shaped.â
âPyramids?â
Oh, that, there is no Egypt in this world, so there should be no pyramids.
âIt means a triangle shape. The rich are at the top, and the poor are at the bottom. This is the only thing that can never be changed. Given this, one of the things that might help is to not give hope to the commoners..â
Not giving hope was a very Villainess-like statement!
He looked at me with wide eyes at my mutterings.
Oh, perhaps he was expecting me to speak like a saint. Sorry, I was a Villainess at heart.
âI never thought of it that way... Surely, giving them hope when they canât have it will only cause them pain. There is a great possibility that they will go bankrupt trying to get Maddie, and the whole family will be destroyed in order to save the one person infected with the spotted disease. It will be worse than it is now, and there will be more misery.â
âBesides that, security will deteriorate, and the prince will be put in greater danger if a riot breaks out.â
Having said that, I was not a fan of the aristocratic preferential system. I believed that meritocracy was the best way to go.
Why couldnât they just abolish the hereditary system and hold a once-a-year exam to determine nobility status...
Of course, let the nobles take it and disqualify those who fail.
But this was the Ravaal Kingdom. I couldnât interfere in any way. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
âYouâre too smart for a kid.â
âItâs just the rambling of a kid. Were you disappointed? Should I have raised my voice just to give them a glimmer of hope?â
I would never say such a thing.
âNo, I would have been disillusioned with you if you had said something so flimsy and beautiful.â
Victor said with a small chuckle.
I wondered why a smiling beauty looked so sparkling. Putting aside his personality, his looks were perfect.
âSometimes itâs a blessing not to know. The people who are on top have to face and solve problems that everyone else doesnât like, so those who are spoiled simply because they are nobles or royalty can go to hell for once. You should really think about what that position is for.â
As I gazed absentmindedly out the window of Victorâs room, I spoke my thoughts out loud.
I was such a Villainess to say in front of the Prince, âRoyalty can go to hell!â. | {
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As expected, clever people catch on fast.
âCalverraâs main tax source is gold. So if Calverra is indebted to us, that means that we should be able to enter into an advantageous agreement regarding their lucrative gold trade. And with that influx of gold, weâll be able to stimulate our economy and help lessen the economic gap between the upper and lower classes.â
Simple, but effective! Plus, youâd never see a saint offering up a solution that leverages support for political or monetary gain.
And since the heroine is also a saint, if I can continue to express these sorts of political opinions and stratagems, Iâll surely be put at odds against her in the future.
As of now, I am right on track for becoming the best villainess ever~!
âI see.â
For some reason the king is giving me a look as if I had surpassed all of his expectations. But why is he looking at me like that?
âSo then, your suggestion to support Calverraâs bid for independence was not made out of any sort of compassion.... Or benevolenceââ
âNone at all,â I promptly assure His Majesty.
I smile brightly as I say this, happy that I was able to emphasize this point. A villainess has no use for compassion, benevolence, charity.... We only make a move when it would benefit us in some way or another.
âItâs been fun being able to talk with you,â the king says giving me a kind smile and standing up from the couch.
âI also had a pleasure conversing with you, Your Majesty,â I reply, giving him a small bow.
Incidentally, Iâm quite pride of my bowing abilities, if I do say so myself. Up until not very long ago, I had only the bare minimum of etiquette instilled in me, but I thought that such a lack would lead to unbefitting behavior for a villainess, so I have been desperately studying and practicing my manners in the mean time.
Once the king had left the room, I let out a sigh of relief.
Phew, that was bad for my heart.
But at least with that performance, I think I should have well surpassed the requirements for acting as a high class villainess, right?
âWere you nervous?â Duke-Sama, who had been watching me with a gentle expression on his face, asks after seeing me sigh.
They truly are father and son; now that I look at him closely, I can see many of the kingâs features reflected in Duke-Samaâs handsome face. What a good looking family they make.
But now that I think about it, didnât Duke-Sama from the game actually hate Alicia quite a lot.....?
If I recall, every kind word he said, every gentle expression he showed, they had all been aimed at the heroine...
I wonder if thereâs going to be some sort of development in the future that ends up causing his current treatment of me to change...?
âYes,â I reply with a slightly wry smile, but I instantly regret having given such an answer.
A true villainess would never let herself become agitated, let alone admit to such emotions. Which means that I shouldnât have been feeling something like nervousness in the first place.
Plus, I shouldnât have given him a wry smile either. When a villainess smiles, she does so with all her heart, none of this half smile nonsense.
Looks like Iâve done it again. Why do I keep letting my guard down at the very last moment!? I keep ruining my image right at the end.
I guess that means today also canât be considered a complete success. Once again all that great stuff that I did ended up being just enough to make up for my mistakes. I guess the road to becoming a villainess really will be a long one.
That being said, it seems as if the king really did come here just to ask me a couple of questions.
But why did it have to be at Finn-Samaâs house I wonder? ....Welp, I guess that doesnât really matter.
âArenât you tired~? Come on, letâs go have some tea in the back garden!â Finn-Sama says, throwing me another glittering smile as he grabs my hand, pulling me out of the room.
He leads me in that manner all the way to the back garden where....
........No way. Heâs got platters of my favorite sweets all lined up on the table, waiting for us. Just looking at them makes me feel like I might start drooling.
Ahh, their sugary fragrance is so enticing. Are these out here for me? Is it okay for me to have some?
Finn-Sama gives me a knowing smile as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. âFeel free to eat whatever youâd like,â he tells me.
I grab a plate and proceed to fill it with an assortment of cookies and little cakes.... I mean, how else will I remedy the fact that my blood sugar levels have fallen from all the brain power that I was forced to use earlier?
Plus, everything in front of me is jaw-droppingly delicious. I feel like I could eat any amount of such yummy confections.
Iâm well aware that I must be presenting quite the improper sight right now, but Iâm just no match for the allure of all these desserts.
And so I continue to munch happily, paying no heed to any onlookers.
Ahh, this is bliss. So this was actually the main event for today, huh? That chat with the king was just an added bonus, wasnât it?
Plus, if I eat all of these sweets, then if there is anyone watching me, they might start thinking Iâm a greedy, desirous woman... Which is exactly what a villainess is! Villainesses should be covetous and take what they want just like this.
Ahh, this tea party is the best. So this is what youâd call killing two birds with one stone.
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Seeing the meat and grass on the kitchen table, Ruti said so.
ãI donât want to say this but... those plants are poisonous, you know?ã
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It seems like almost all the wild grass Iâve been eating up until now were poisonous. Itâs now confirmed that the stinging sensation I was feeling was not a spice-like thing but from the poison. Is my body being tough for better or for worse...
Ruti roughly knows which are fine to eat, so Iâll have her pick them out. We get rid of the poisonous ones and simmer the remaining edible grass and the meat in the stone pot.
ãI canât do anything about the taste since I donât have any seasonings, but it should fill up the stomach, so this should make do.ã
ãAh, if itâs just seasoning, I have some you know? Give me a second.ã
Saying so, Ruti plunges her hand into her own shadow and pulls out some salt and pepper.
I couldnât help but stare at her wide-eyed in shock.
ã? ... Oh, itâs a magic that makes space inside a personâs shadow.ã
ãWoah, it seems convenient. Can I use it too?ã
ãWho knows? Whether you can use it or not depends on your affinity with it, but do you want to try practicing it tomorrow?ã
ãYes please!ã
Iâm getting excited for tomorrow. While continuing on, we dished out the finished meals in tableware I carved from wood and itâs eating time. My first seasoned meal in a while was absolutely delicious.
While we were eating, I asked Ruti about this and that.
ãSpeaking of which, I understand that you crashed, but why were you flying there in the first place?ã
, so about that...ã
It seems that the cause of it all was from the circumstances of Rutiâs birth. So she told me that she was from the Mois Kingdom, a country west of this forest which is called the Great Woods; but said Mois Kingdom has a strong discrimination against people like us who are called demi-humans. Having re-emerged her ancestral traits because of the strong inheritance of a distant devil ancestorâs blood, Ruti became a target of discrimination. So, since both of her parents are normal humans, she ran away from home so as to keep them away from trouble.
By the way, it seems that people who are demonoids like Ruti, who have distinct devil features, or dragonoids like me are all generally referred to as demi-humans.
ãSo because of that, I was heading for Arst Kingdom, where there isnât any discrimination, but...ã
Originally, she was supposed to enter west of Arst Kingdom via a country called the Harvest Federal Republic in the south, but it seems like Ruti got lazy and decided to cut through the forest. And because the forest was a lot bigger than she expected, she ran out of food and since it was all a sea of forest below her, she couldnât have much rest; so she tragically fell from the sky above and now weâre back to the present.
ãNow that I think about it, I could have even died at that time. I was really lucky that you were there to help, Natsuki. Once again, thanks.ã
ãYouâre welcome. Iâm also glad that I have someone to talk to after a long time.ã
After that, with dried grass as blankets, we lie down while enjoying my first conversation in a long time.
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The next morning, I immediately asked her to teach me magic.
ãMagic is when you materialize and release the magic power in your body with an image in mind. So then, the trend of what you imagine is usually something you call an affinity, but first of all, do you know anything about magic power?ã
ãNope, not at all.ã
ãWell, that is how it usually starts... Would you give me your hands for a bit? Iâm going to try moving magic power now so grasp the feeling, okay?ã
Saying so, she held my hands and began concentrating.
Soon after, I feel something that seemingly flowed from my left hand to my right. Itâs a bit ticklish.
ãRight now, you should feel something moving inside your body, thatâs magic power. So, just imagine that turning into fire or water and release it out.ã
Thatâs really vague for an explanation. For now, while the feeling is still fresh in my mind, I try imagining various things and test things out. But no matter what I try, itâs doing nothing at all.
ãThatâs weird... Usually, you should be able to have formed at least something by now but...
ãHow? Just like this?ã
Saying so, I breathe out a flame.
, now I get it. I would have known earlier if I just saw you do that.ã
Now that she said it, I hadnât shown Ruti how I ignited the stove. But what does she mean by that?
ãYou see Natsuki, you probably canât use magic unfortunately.ã
!?ã
I was told a shocking truth. Asking her more about this, it seems like some species can only use specific forms of magic. In my case, that form seems to be my Breath. I drop my shoulders in shock.
ãWell, come on, donât be that depressed. See, now that you know how to use magic power, this should mean that you can adjust your Breath a lot better. Try letting out a strong flame.ã
Hearing that, being a bit feisty from the shock, I imagined the strongest flame I can and tried to breathe it out.
The next instant, I feel an intense wave of heat and the burning ground near us began melting down.
ãStop! STOPPPP!?ã
Ruti screamed while immediately scattering water with magic, panickingly starting to extinguish the flames. But the flames were too hot and wouldnât quite die out.
ãNatsuki, help me out here! Canât you do something about this!? Like a water breath or something!ã
While rightfully panicking in this disaster, I try imagining water this time. But because I was in a rush, while I did manage to let out water, the pressure was too strong and now everything is blown away. The situation got worse.
In the end, we finally extinguished it after I used an ice breath to freeze the entire area.
ãI thought we were going to die...ã
ãItâs also my fault for just casually telling you to try it, but isnât this a bit too much?...
I extinguished it with cold air, so naturally, it feels very cold now. The whole place is pure white, itâs like weâre in Alaska or Russia.ãI hope this melts by tomorrow...ã
ãI think thatâs going to be impossible for a while you know...ã
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The soldiers trembled with fear from the dreadful tune akin to the wind blowing through a cave.
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âCalm down you all. Weâre on Mount Kuguse. Itâs not strange to hear monsters around. The exterminators protect our encampment, so stop fearing. If you start trembling and lose mobility, youâll end up as the dragonâs food all the more.â
Spoke the knight commanding the soldiers.
They had bound the dragon to the ground and were supporting the aerial battle with magical arms. If the soldiers started making mistakes in agitation the dragon hunt could end in failure.
However, the Variants had already decreased in number and they hardly ever approached the dragonâs nest anyway.
And there were finely selected hunters standing by to hunt the dragon when it fell down, so even if the monsters found their way here, they could just scare them away.
...But that plan crumbled away the moment he saw adventurers noisily rolling out of the bushes.
âAdventurers?! You b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲s̲, this place is off-lim-â
âRun! Itâs dangerous! Actually, help us pleaseee!â
âWhat?!â
Following that, abnormally deformed monsters started flooding out, and in an abnormally excited state at that.
Several soldiers were instantly turned into bloody lumps of meat by the fangs and claws of the bests.
This unexpected abnormality threw both the soldiers and the knights into confusion faster than they could feel fear.
âVariants are attacking!â
âWhat are the exterminators doing!â
âWhy are there so many?!â
Even a single Variant was strong enough to be beyond a normal person.
But now, there were at least ten of them. No, there were still moreâ there were sounds and presences of more things coming toward them while toppling trees and bushes along their way.
The soldiers here had no way of knowing it, but the exterminators that were guarding them while standing by had already fled in defeat. Even if they were strong warriors, they had no hope of taking on this number of Variants at the same time.
âMove! Move!â
âAagh! Donât come heree!!â
âGyaaaahhh!â
Even as the monsters chased the fleeing adventurers, they still attacked anything in their path due to their excited states in every possible way.
They bit, they crashed, they tore. They spewed flames, dropped magical lightning, and spit acid.
The surroundings quickly turned into a scene of hell. The adventurers were running about like drunk bees, so everyone around was getting rolled up into the monstersâ rampage.
âS̲h̲i̲t̲, the dragon!â
They finally noticed it once someone screamed.
The stakes that were binding the dragon to the ground had been turned useless, either mowed down and rooted out or melted and rotted by the acids.
Being freed from her restraints, the dragon flapped her wings with all her might despite the harpoons and chains still dangling from her wings.
The sky flared up.
Her claws and tail danced in the air as she spread her breath around, mowing down three hippogriff riders coiling around her with one shot.
The dragon hunters got wrapped in flames and also started to withdraw.
âItâs a lost cause, run!â
âWhere do we even run?!â
âYou b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲, you stepped on my foot!â
âMoooomyyyy!!â
The ground units could no longer support the aerial fight either.
Amidst the instinctual rampage of powerful monsters, those that barely survived threw down their weapons and ran away.
They failed to even realize that the adventurers had disappeared somewhere during all this.
âWe did it...!â
âHaha! Thatâs how you do it!â
The four of them were overlooking the situation from a little distant elevated point.
Once they led the Variants there, they used Violaâs teleportation magic to lose them by taking distance, and by erasing their smell, they also erased the stimulant they had been scattering on their way, so the monsters had switched their target to those present on the scene.
As a result, the ground unit that had caught Kafal was destroyed.
âLucella!â
They heard a familiar voice from behind.
âKafal, are you okay?!â
Kafalâs clone with a flaming red dress stood there.
The battle was still ongoing in the sky, but she had prioritized creating a clone and coming here over finishing the battle.
She was in dismay and worried for Lucella as if she had witnessed the ruin of the worst kind.
âDonât say something like that. I came because I wanted to save you... Thatâs all there is to it.â
If Lucella fought with a human kingdom, he would no longer be able to stay in human society.
Yes, Kafal was worried about that. However, it was a needless worry.
âThank you. For telling me to run when you were in a life-or-death situation. I... now understand that you value me more than yourself.â
âLucella...â
Lucella looked at the thing he was holding.
It was an ornament made out of hard shells of nuts, the most vivid parts of a monsterâs skin, and well-shaped bones.
It has gotten torn, scattered, and stepped on during the chaos, so many parts were broken.
The horn ornament that Lucella gifted Kafal. Or what used to be that horn ornament. It probably fell off her horn during the battle. It had fallen at that place, and he picked it up.
âTim. You said that adventurers have their own way of fighting, right?â
Lucella spoke with a hoarse voice akin to a burning hammer hitting the steel.
âThen from here on it would be a dragonâs fight! Screw the laws and kingdoms! We donât need humans! Iâll let them experience it firsthand... what happens to fools who lay waste to our domain!!â
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Incidentally, I had a passerby magician help me with setting it up, but he later committed an evil deed and I ended up putting an end to him. In other words, the existence of this place was still known to limited people.
Moreover, I had the Ogre Den live there now, so if we teleported there, we could catch him in an awkward situation which would leave a bad aftertaste.
Everyone would feel discomfort if someone suddenly popped out in their home.
As such, we instead showed up nearby the hideout. If you are curious as to why we came here and not Asteâs cave, it was because I was a little interested in how Den was doing.
I didnât come here ever since that day. In other words, I havenât checked how he was doing. I was curious what kind of life he was leading now.
We were in a half-buried ghost town in the thickly grown woods. Among all the grass, there was a single hardened path, similar to an animal trail.
It was probably the path Den used to take when going in and out.
âConsidering the tread marks on the grass, he should have gone through here recently.â
âWhich should mean he is doing okay, I suppose?â
âWell, we did ask Aste to look after him, so he shouldnât have gotten into any trouble.â
We were having an Ogre live in a nearby garden, so to speak, so it would be weirder if he didnât care about Den... Or that should normally be the case, but that guy probably wouldnât care.
Setting that aside, I did want to have a talk with that good-natured Ogre, so this was a good opportunity.
Following the animal trail, I arrived at the hideout. It was the same old tattered, half-destroyed house from the outside. But looking closely, there were traces of brand new repairs.
âHmm?â
âWhat is it, Reid?â
âThere are traces of repairs.â
Would that Ogre really bother to repair the roof and walls when he used to keep all that raw garbage in his own den?
He prided to have a healthy enough body to not catch illnesses or cold, after all. He shouldnât have cared about some roof leaks.
âDid someone else start living here?â
âThis is Sir Asteâs territory. That just cannot be.â
âThen what are those repairs for? Surely Den doesnât need them.â
âThat is true...â
At any rate, we wouldnât know what was going on inside just by looking at the outside. I was a little doubtful, so vigilantly opened the doorâwhich used to be a window, by the wayâand entered in,
âCrimson one, Ultramarine one, Gold twoâLight.â
Maxwell promptly created the light source and secured our vision. Gold two, in other words, two hours duration. Seeing the illuminated indoor state made me drop my jaw.
âWhat... Is this...â
Everything was in perfect order, and there was even wallpaper put on the walls. There was even a mat laid at the entrance here so you could get the dirt off your feet.
The walls were even decorated with flowers, and the place was cleaned with not a fragment of dust seen anywhere â It was a far more pleasant sight than Maxwellâs mansion.
âIs this... Sir Asteâs doing?â
âNo, that curt guy wouldnât have gone out of his way to reform the place for an Ogre, would he?â
Den was timid and had intellect, but he was still an Ogre. He wouldnât die even if you threw him out in the wild. The only things that could cause his death here would be if he incurred Asteâs wrath, or if he failed to obtain food and starved to death.
We opened the door and headed down the stairs. The floor used to be so rotten you had to tread carefully lest youâd risk stepping on the nails, but now, it seemed to have been perfectly remade.
The foothold was so firm it didnât even raise creaks. It was one thing for a light person like myself, but it was the same for Maxwell too.
âThere really is remodeling going on here.â
âDid Den do all this?â
âI simply cannot believe that. Mutated he may be, he is still an Ogre.â
âRight.â
This was ridiculous. Despite our thoughts, our doubt couldnât be cleared. After all, only Aste or Den would come to this place.
And judging by Asteâs personality, fixing the living environment for an Ogre wasâperhaps possible given his whimsical nature, butâreally hard to imagine.
Then, just as we arrived on the lower floor, someone directed a murderous attack at us. It was a heavy blow.
However, I sensed it and easily avoided it. Rather, it stopped before I was about to do that. I was also about to counterattack with my daggerâbut similarly stopped in place.
âWait, huh, Den... Or are you?â
There stood a three-meter-tall giant in proper butler clothes. But I knew that face. It was quite a bit refined, but it was still unmistakably Denâs.
âMy apologies. I failed to realize it was you Mâlady Nicole. I assumed it was a trespasser.â
He lowered his first and made an elegantâpractically on the level of a royal butlerâbow. It was an Ogre who knew my name and also addressed me with an honorific. I only knew of Den that fit the description.
âWhat in the world happened to you...?â
Looking closely, he had disposed of the unwanted hair on his face, and it looked really clean, probably from washing it every day.
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And even I had never encountered such a thing as these machines.
They were clearly incredibly rare.
âKathe. Were there many of these, uh, magic machines?â
âYes, there were.â
âHow many?â
âThere were at least thirty that I could see. But Iâm sure there are more.â
âThirty...â
I wasnât sure if that was a lot or not.
It would depend on how strong an individual machine was.
Were they equal to a goblin or a vampire?
âDo you know how strong they are?â
âI was surrounded by all thirty of them, and I destroyed twenty.â
âOh? Very impressive, Kathe. And yet you still retreated?â
Kathe did not look particularly wounded.
If she could destroy twenty, it seemed like she should be able to destroy the last ten.
I asked her this, and she began to fidget uncomfortably.
â...â
â...I am sorry. I lied. I only destroyed one of them.â
âWhy would you lie about that?â
â...To keep up appearances. I am sorry.â
â...I see. I understand.â
I couldnât blame her harshly, seeing as how sad she looked after this confession.
Everyone wanted to look better than they actually were.
However, saying you had defeated twenty when the reality was just one? That seemed a little extreme.
I would have liked it if she had at least destroyed fifteen if she was going to tell such a lie.
âSo, if Kathe could only defeat one... They must be very strong.â
âWe might need a whole party of A-ranking Adventurers to defeat a single machine.â
Shia and Serulis muttered gravely.
Shia, Serulis, Nia and Grulf had seen me and Kathe fight.
And so they knew how strong she was.
âYes. They were very dangerous.â
âHow? Specifically?â
âThey are very hard. My fire breath did not seem to be very effective. They were moving just fine after being hit by it.â
We had experienced Katheâs breath ourselves. It was very powerful.
Most monsters would not survive it.
Even a Vampire Lord would be hurt.
â...They were moving just fine?â
âYes. They looked completely unhurt.â
They would have to have incredible resistance to fire in order to come out of such an attack unscathed.
I would have to avoid using fire magic if I ever fought them.
âKathe. What about your claws and fangs?â
âI could not kill them with one hit. I had to strike numerous times.â
â...Thatâs incredible.â
Obviously, Kathe was very strong. Her claws and fangs were sharp.
Most monsters would die from a single hit.
âAlright, I understand that they are terribly tough. What about their attacks?â
âHmm. They make a loud sound and unleash something very small.â
âSmall?â
âA small something made of metal. They are so fast that I cannot even see them.â
âHuh...â
âIt really, really hurt.â
And with that, Kathe pulled up her sleeve and showed me her left wrist.
âLook here.â
âHmm? Itâs a little red.â
âIt has swollen up... This is the result of the ferocious attack of the magic machine.â
To call it a little scratch would be an exaggeration. It wasnât even a mosquito bite.
She looked nothing but completely unharmed.
Perhaps Kathe was just very weak to pain.
As a dragon, you were generally the strongest creature around, and so it would be very rare to feel any pain.
âThese machines were so vicious in their attacks. And hard on top of that. And so I decided to run away, once the Vampire High Lords started attacking me too.â
âI see. Vampire High Lords have Charm, which is very troublesome.â
If Kathe was controlled by them, the damages could be enormous.
âHmm. Well, it is not as if I couldnât resist the Charm of a mere High Lord!â
Kathe said confidently.
But there was a possibility she was doing it for appearances again. It was probably best to take it with a grain of salt.
âStill, Iâm surprised you were able to enter the city. What did you tell the guards?â
âAt the gate?â
âAh, I went over the wall. I didnât pass through any gate.â
The walls around the royal capital were very high. They were about five times the height of the average man.
It would require much physical strength to scale it.
âAnd then you started stealing food right after that?â âNo, not at all. Locke. You must listen to my excuse.â
âIâll listen.â
âI was following your presence and on my way here. But then I noticed a delicious smell.â
âAnd?â
âWouldnât you be curious? And so I followed the smell to its source and stared at it.â
It was probably some street stall.
âAs I watched, the man said, âWhat do you think, miss? Want to try it? It is the best.â And as he was very kind, I readily agreed to eat as much as I could.â
âI see. Kathe. Thereâs something I should tell you.â
âWhat?â
âIâm sure you understand it now, but what he really meant was that he wanted you to eat it after paying him money.â
âHumans do like to shorten things, donât they? It is quite horrible. He did not say a word about money.â
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Greetings, everyone. I am Yaharai Houki.
Eh? You have no clue who I am? I am the housekeeper of the Nasu family who became a Kirijin most recently.
Incidentally, the skill I possessed was âªMana Traceâ«.
As to why I was at this place, Kurokiri had been conducting operations at an undisclosed area for nearly a month and had asked me to provide insight into the present state of events in the world.
If all that was needed was an explanation, I believed it would be as simple as asking Lady Ryo or another person whose face I didnât recognize, but I was certain there was another Kirijin present...
Lady Ryo was now occupied with some issues at the high school, while the other Kirijin were seeking ways to improve their own abilities. After expressing, âI wish I had more capabilities,â the other Kirijin had gone back into labyrinth X-J, and there had been no contact with them which led me to be the one to offer an explanation to Kurokiri.
[Well then, please explain.]
I can hear the voice of Kurokiri-sama directly in my head. Apparently, itâs a privilege after turning into a Kirijin, but itâs very convenient, right?
âYes. First of all, after Kurokiri-sama conquered labyrinth X-J, the whole country was enveloped in a whirlpool of gaiety and joy.â
Indeed, on that day a month ago, the Demon King who was the master of Labyrinth X-J was vanquished by Kurokiriâs hand.
The reason is simple: both Kurokiri-sama and Lady Ryo are averse to having their identities, or rather, information, exposed to the outside world. Kurokiri-sama probably left via a skill like teleportation while Miss infiltrated and retreated without being discovered by anyone through her âªMist Cloakâ«.
Even I myself, who witnessed the incident unfolding in front of me, felt it was a dream. Truthfully speaking, if I recounted that battle to anyone, they would probably dismiss it as a joke.
âHowever, since the labyrinth and the monsters remained unchanged, it seems that even now, the barrier monitoring unit is supervising labyrinth X-J and occasionally entering the labyrinth to execute cleanup operations.â
[Ah, about that, it is better to give up since that is like the curse of the so-called Demon King.]
âCurse...?â
Curse. Before the discovery of these skills that emerged in the world, this would have amounted to a joke or a kind of occultism. Now that such skills actually exist, I have heard rumors about that sort of thing.
âLetâs see, next is... yes, about two weeks ago, I think. The United Nations issued a worldwide proclamation regarding the existence of skills, raising awareness of skills in all but a few authoritarian countries and underdeveloped areas where information is scarce.â
[Ah, I knew that was coming.]
The impact and consternation brought upon the world by the existence of skills, a mysterious power to humanity, was phenomenal. In the developed countries, they knew in advance that such a phenomenon would arise and had prepared for it, so many countries were spared, but in countries with poor security, safety had deteriorated even more than before, and the number of crimes committed with the use of skills had been escalating.
Even so, security had not worsened, but rather improved in regions where labyrinths were present, possibly due to the threat of monsters emerging from the labyrinths.
On the other hand, it turned out that certain mad scientists had been carrying out inhumane research to investigate what these things called skills were and what kind of laws applied to them. It was said that some areas were being pressed to deal with it, and in all likelihood, no amount of hunting will drive these people away. Furthermore, several groups of such organizations had been discovered and arrested in my country.
âItâs a horrendous story. Fighting amongst fellow human beings brings no meaning, it doesnât even add experience points.â
[Yeah, thatâs true.]
Huh? For some reason, I feel that there is a subtle difference in nuance between me and Kurokiri-sama, but... letâs leave it at that.
âOh yes, about a week ago, the âNational Skills Survey Lawâ was enacted and promulgated in our country, and we are now obliged to reveal the skills we possess to the government. Did you already know that?â
[No, I havenât heard of it. Or rather, you didnât divulge about the âªMist Cloakâ«, by any chance, I assume?]
âI did not release that information since the Lady prohibited me from doing so. And to be honest, this is a law full of loopholes.â
Because, as it stood, there was no particular penalty for violating this âNational Skill Survey Law,â nor was it mandatory to demonstrate the specific effects of the skills presented, only an outline will suffice.
Besides, the government didnât even do a confirmation of how many skills each person possessed, even though there must be people like me who owned more than one skill. It really was a law full of loopholes.
However, thanks to this law, I had learned one thing.
That was with respect to the age when children acquire skills, and apparently, with some exceptions, the first skill was obtained at the age of to years old. The exceptions were children who were in imminent danger will acquire skills to escape that life-threatening situation or children who were forcefully activated by illegal drugs.
In either case, the child was subjected to a substantial strain that can leave them severely disabled or lead to skills spiraling uncontrollably.
âAfter that, well... There are some countries that have encountered adversity at the hands of the Demon Kingâs large-scale aggression, and some countries have even been swept into the labyrinth.â
[Hmm. That means that there will be a country reigned by a Demon King or a second dungeon to be conquered.]
âIâm hoping to grasp a hint of the labyrinth X-J2 in the neighborhood at the earliest opportunity, but a few days ago, I couldnât even locate the entrance. Would you happen to have any knowledge of it, Kurokiri-sama?â
[No, I donât have any information about Labyrinth X-J2.]
As I thought, even Kurokiri-sama lacks insight on the subject. I wonder where this country is heading in the future... it disturbs me deeply.
âAs I said, this is what has happened in this past month, as far as I know.â
[Oh, thanks a lot. Iâve learned various information. Then, Iâm going to terminate the communication, and be careful not to be exposed regarding the Kirijin from now on.]
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After these two days, and during a particularly intense encounter, it was presumed that the leader of La Familia Michoacana, Nazario Moreno, was killed.
In response to this terrifying violence, the mayor of Apatzingán decided to call the citizens to a march for peace.
The idea was to ask for a softer approach to criminal activity in the state.
And so, the day of the scheduled procession, thousands of people showed up.
As the mayor was preparing to deliver the speech starting the march, his team noticed that, while half of the participants were appropriately dressed in white, and bearing banners asking for peace, the other half was actually marching in support of the criminal organization and its now-presumed-defunct leader.
Shocked, the mayor decided to step aside rather than participate or lead a procession that was ostensibly in support of organized crime.
And so his team stepped aside.
The two marches joined together, and they continued their path towards the state capital.
This story of horrific violence by federal and local authorities as they tried to engage civil society, who has been very well engaged by a criminal organization, is a perfect metaphor for what's happening in Mexico today, where we see that our current understanding of drug violence and what leads to it is probably at the very least incomplete.
If you decided to spend 30 minutes trying to figure out what's going on with drug violence in Mexico by, say, just researching online, the first thing you would find out is that while the laws state that all Mexican citizens are equal, there are some that are more and there are some that are much less equal than others, because you will quickly find out that in the past six years
anywhere between 60 and 100,000 people have lost their lives in drug-related violence.
To put these numbers in perspective, this is eight times larger than the number of casualties in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars combined.
It's also shockingly close to the number of people who have died in the Syrian civil war, which is an active civil war.
This is happening just south of the border.
Now as you're reading, however, you will be maybe surprised that you will quickly become numb to the numbers of deaths, because you will see that these are sort of abstract numbers of faceless, nameless dead people. Implicitly or explicitly, there is a narrative that all the people who are dying were somehow involved in the drug trade, and we infer this because they were either tortured or executed in a professional manner,
or, most likely, both. And so clearly they were criminals because of the way they died.
And so the narrative is that somehow these people got what they were deserved.
They were part of the bad guys.
And that creates some form of comfort for a lot of people.
However, while it's easier to think of us, the citizens, the police, the army, as the good guys, and them, the narcos, the carteles, as the bad guys, if you think about it, the latter are only providing a service to the former.
Whether we like it or not, the U.S. is the largest market for illegal substances in the world, accounting for more than half of global demand.
It shares thousands of miles of border with Mexico that is its only route of access from the South, and so, as the former dictator of Mexico, Porfirio Diaz, used to say, "Poor Mexico, so far from God and so close to the United States."
The U.N. estimates that there are 55 million users of illegal drugs in the United States.
Using very, very conservative assumptions, this yields a yearly drug market on the retail side of anywhere between 30 and 150 billion dollars.
If we assume that the narcos only have access to the wholesale part, which we know is false, that still leaves you with yearly revenues of anywhere between 15 billion and 60 billion dollars.
To put these numbers in perspective, Microsoft has yearly revenues of 60 billion dollars.
And it so happens that this is a product that, because of its nature, a business model to address this market requires you to guarantee to your producers that their product will be reliably placed in the markets where it is consumed.
And the only way to do this, because it's illegal, is to have absolute control of the geographic corridors that are used to transport drugs. Hence the violence.
If you look at a map of cartel influence and violence, you will see that it almost perfectly aligns with the most efficient routes of transportation from the south to the north.
The only thing that the cartels are doing is that they're trying to protect their business.
It's not only a multi-billion dollar market, but it's also a complex one.
For example, the coca plant is a fragile plant that can only grow in certain latitudes, and so it means that a business model to address this market requires you to have decentralized, international production, that by the way needs to have good quality control, because people need a good high that is not going to kill them and that is going to be delivered to them when they need it.
production and quality control in the south, and you need to ensure that you have efficient and effective distribution channels in the markets where these drugs are consumed.
I urge you, but only a little bit, because I don't want to get you in trouble, to just ask around and see how difficult it would be to get whatever drug you want, wherever you want it, whenever you want it, anywhere in the U.S., and some of you may be surprised to know that there are many dealers that offer a service where if you send them a text message,
they guarantee delivery of the drug in 30 minutes or less.
Think about this for a second.
Think about the complexity of the distribution network that I just described.
It's very difficult to reconcile this with the image of faceless, ignorant goons that are just shooting each other, very difficult to reconcile.
Now, as a business professor, and as any business professor would tell you, a good organizational structure, good incentives, a solid identity and good brand management.
This leads me to the second thing that you would learn in your 30-minute exploration of drug violence in Mexico.
Because you would quickly realize, and maybe be confused by the fact, that there are three organizations that are constantly named in the articles.
You will hear about Los Zetas, the Knights Templar, which is the new brand for the Familia Michoacana that I spoke about at the beginning, and the Sinaloa Federation.
You will read that Los Zetas is this assortment of sociopaths that terrify the cities that they enter and they silence the press, and this is somewhat true, or mostly true.
But this is the result of a very careful branding and business strategy.
You see, Los Zetas is not just this random assortment of individuals, but was actually created by another criminal organization, the Gulf Cartel, that used to control the eastern corridor of Mexico.
When that corridor became contested, they decided that they wanted to recruit a professional enforcement arm.
So they recruited Los Zetas: an entire unit of elite paratroopers from the Mexican Army.
They were incredibly effective as enforcers for the Gulf Cartel, so much so that at some point, they decided to just take over the operations, which is why I ask you to never keep tigers as pets, because they grow up.
Because the Zetas organization was founded in treason, they lost some of the linkages to the production and distribution in the most profitable markets like cocaine, but what they did have, and this is again based on their military origin, was a perfectly structured chain of command with a very clear hierarchy and a very clear promotion path that allowed them to supervise and operate across many, many markets very effectively,
which is the essence of what a chain of command seeks to do.
And so because they didn't have access to the more profitable drug markets, this pushed them and gave them the opportunity to diversify into other forms of crime.
That includes kidnapping, prostitution, local drug dealing and human trafficking, including of migrants that go from the south to the U.S.
So what they currently run is truly and quite literally a franchise business.
They focus most of their recruiting on the army, and they very openly advertise for better salaries, better benefits, better promotion paths, not to mention much better food, than what the army can deliver.
The way they operate is that when they arrive in a locality, they let people know that they are there, and they go to the most powerful local gang and they say, "I offer you to be the local representative of the Zeta brand."
If they agree -- and you don't want to know what happens if they don't -- they train them and they supervise them on how to run the most efficient criminal operation for that town, in exchange for royalties.
This kind of business model obviously depends entirely on having a very effective brand of fear, and so Los Zetas carefully stage acts of violence that are spectacular in nature, especially when they arrive first in a city, but again, that's just a brand strategy.
I'm not saying they're not violent, but what I am saying is that even though you will read that they are the most violent of all, when you count, when you do the body count, they're actually all the same.
In contrast to them, the Knights Templar that arose in Michoacán emerged in reaction to the incursion of the Zetas into the state of Michoacán.
Michoacán is a geographically strategic state because it has one of the largest ports in Mexico, and it has very direct routes to the center of Mexico, which then gives you direct access to the U.S.
The Knights Templar realized very quickly that they couldn't face the Zetas on violence alone, and so they developed a strategy as a social enterprise.
They brand themselves as representative of and protecting of the citizens of Michoacán against organized crime.
Their brand of social enterprise means that they require a lot of civic engagement, so they invest heavily in providing local services, like dealing with home violence, going after petty criminals, treating addicts, and keeping drugs out of the local markets where they are, and, of course, protecting people from other criminal organizations.
Now, they kill a lot of people too, but when they kill them, they provide very careful narratives and descriptions for why they did them, through newspaper insertions, YouTube videos, and billboards that explain that the people who were killed were killed because they represented a threat not to us, as an organization, of course, but to you, as citizens.
And so we're actually here to protect you.
They, as social enterprises do, have created a moral and ethical code that they advertise around, and they have very strict recruiting practices.
And here you have the types of explanations that they provide for some of their actions.
They have actually retained access to the profitable drug trade, but the way they do it is, because they control all of Michoacán, and they control the Port of Lázaro Cárdenas, they leverage that to, for example, trade copper from Michoacán that is legally created and legally extracted with illegal ephedrine from China which is a critical precursor for methamphetamines that they produce, and then they have partnerships with larger organizations like the Sinaloa Federation
that place their products in the U.S. Finally, the Sinaloa Federation.
When you read about them, you will often read about them with an undertone of reverence and admiration, because they are the most integrated and the largest of all the Mexican organizations, and, many people argue, the world.
They started as just sort of a transport organization that specialized in smuggling between the U.S.
and the Mexican borders, but now they have grown into a truly integrated multinational that has partnerships in production in the south and partnerships in global distribution across the planet.
They have cultivated a brand of professionalism, business acumen and innovation.
They have designed new drug products and new drug processes. They have designed narco-tunnels that go across the border, and you can see that these are not "The Shawshank Redemption" types.
They have invented narco-submarines and boats that are not detected by radar.
They have invented drones to transport drugs, catapults, you name it.
One of the leaders of the Sinaloa Federation actually made it to the Forbes list.
[#701 Joaquin Guzman Loera] Like any multinational would, they have specialized and focused only in the most profitable part of the business, which is high-margin drugs like cocaine, heroine, methamphetamines.
Like any traditional Latin American multinational would, the way they control their operations is through family ties.
When they're entering a new market, they send a family member to supervise it, or, if they're partnering with a new organization, they create a family tie, either through marriages or other types of ties.
Like any other multinational would, they protect their brand by outsourcing the more questionable parts of the business model, like for example, when they have to engage in violence against other criminal organizations, they recruit gangs and other smaller players to do the dirty work for them, and they try to separate their operations and their violence and be very discrete about this.
To further strengthen their brand, they actually have professional P.R. firms that shape how the press talks about them.
They have professional videographers on staff.
They have incredibly productive ties with the security organizations on both sides of the border.
And so, differences aside, what these three organizations share is on the one hand, a very clear understanding that institutions cannot be imposed from the top, but rather they are built from the bottom up one interaction at a time.
They have created extremely coherent structures in government policies.
And so what I want you to remember from this talk are three things.
The first one is that drug violence is actually the result of a huge market demand and an institutional setup that forces the servicing of this market to necessitate violence to guarantee delivery routes.
The second thing I want you to remember is that these are sophisticated, coherent organizations that are business organizations, and analyzing them and treating them as such is probably a much more useful approach.
The third thing I want you to remember is that even though we're more comfortable with this idea of "them," a set of bad guys separated from us, we are actually accomplices to them, either through our direct consumption or through our acceptance of the inconsistency between our policies of prohibition and our actual behavior of tolerance or even encouragement of consumption.
These organizations service, recruit from, and operate within our communities, so necessarily, they are much more integrated within them than we are comfortable acknowledging.
And so to me the question is not whether these dynamics will continue the way they have.
We see that the nature of this phenomenon guarantees that they will.
The question is whether we are willing to continue our support of a failed strategy based on our stubborn, blissful, voluntary ignorance at the cost of the deaths of thousands of our young.
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When Pumpkin made contact with the sphere, a voice of resentment that seemed to belong to a woman reverberated through his head several layers deep.
âIf I am kept engaged with this for too long, it will drive me insane...â
Having made this judgment, he compressed the sphere comprised of black magic power and then wrapped it around a vine, which he grasped and shot towards the highest point in the town... the steeple of a building that seemed to be a church.
The black magic that was hurtling towards the sphere also firmly attached itself to it.
It was apparent that he had succeeded in diverting the target.
All that remained was how to dispose of this magic power.
âWell, I shall proceed.â
Putting the black magic power that was in contact with him through the vines under his control, Pumpkin visualized the image of sending the sphere back through the magical threads extending from the sphere.
The fact that the magic will be corrected according to the imagination has already been made evident, and as a catalyst, there was no problem since his leaf had Rioâs motherâs hair. On top of that, he was not trying to cause some kind of special reaction but merely wanted to drive it back with brute force.
Of course, what would happen to the individual who was pushed back was of no concern. It was simply the saying, âthe biter is sometimes bit.â Or rather, a curse will rebound on yourself as well. There will always be retribution. That was just the nature of what a curse meant.
âThat is why... gooooooo!â
When he released his magic power with the utmost effort, he created four magic spheres made of only his own magic power and five magic spheres formed by dividing black magic power, followed by placing the magic spheres in the air according to the concept of [Resonance], and then he activated them.
The four black magic spheresâ power was amplified through [Resonance] by the first magic sphere created solely with his magic power, and at that same moment, the reinforced black magic spheres were unleashed. When their strength was at its peak, the remaining black magic spheres were released, delivering a powerful burst of black magic power back towards the source of the magic power all at once.
The power scattered in the surrounding area will be reflected and concentrated to a single point, thereby continuously sending back the second and third waves of black magic power. After sending back all of the black magic power at hand, Pumpkin will strike back with his own magic power as a finishing blow.
And when he finished sending his full magic power, he waited for a moment.
â...Alright! It isnât coming back.â
Once it was clear that the black magic would not resurface, the discharge of magic power ceased, and Pumpkin departed the area and returned to Rioâs house.
Things have gotten pretty raucous down in the tower, but he didnât have to worry about that.
There will probably be more or less questioning later on.
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âAhahahahahaha. Very soon. Itâs coming soon! That woman will die soon!â
In a room of a certain castle, luxuriously furnished and attended by a number of maids, a woman wearing a dress of such an enormously high price that a commoner to live for years in just one piece, was bursting out into laughter.
âThen that personâs favor will be mine alone... and then kufufufu. Kufuhahahahaha!â
[[[Congratulations.]]]
It would not be out of line to assert that the woman was exceptionally attractive if viewed solely from her outward appearance, and in fact, her beauty could be ranked as one of the five best in the country.
However, her inner self, the depths of her heart, was swirling with emotions so horrendous that even words could not depict them, and those who were familiar with them would find it abominable to even glimpse at it.
Yet, none of the attendants present in this room would condemn the womanâs behavior, as they all understood their own position and were only behaving in a manner that would benefit themselves and their families.
âCome to think of it, it was all strange from the very beginning.â
âIt really is. A commoner would never have been allowed to go up to the royal castle.â
âFurthermore, to be favored by the king simply because of being a reincarnated human being goes beyond the bounds of propriety.â
âSo itâs only natural that she should be treated as such.â
âShe should suffer and die at her own peril.â
âYes, yes! You are right! This is exactly what she deserves!!â
On the contrary, they were contemptuous of the person who was probably dying at any moment and praised the woman who was committing an act that even this countryâs laws forbade.
If Pumpkin had been present, he would have declared that he would not want to suck the blood of these women. That was how rotten these women were.
âAh, I hope she will quickly... ugh!?â
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In the midst of all this, a shift suddenly began to take place.
âUgh... ah... what has...â
âPlease pull yourself together!â
âSomebody get a doctor!â
âSomebody! Somebody!!â
The woman collapsed, clutching her chest, her complexion deteriorating at once along with her breathing growing ragged.
But that was only the beginning.
âGaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!!â
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As the woman who had fallen down screamed, the skin of her entire body began to foam as if water were boiling, and the maids who witnessed this unintentionally let go of their hands that supported the woman while she sat up.
Then...
An explosion resounded, shaking the entire area around them.
On this day, an explosion occurred in the rear palace of Senkonoto Castle in Senkonoto, the capital of Senko.
The death of one of the royal concubines and more than a dozen of her attendants, along with the destruction of a portion of the castle, was a significant incident that upset the authority of the royal family; however, neither the method, the perpetrator, nor even the cause of the explosion were identified, leading to a great deal of upheaval across the country.
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Her features were refined with her hair tied into low pigtails, complemented with a pair of ribbons, giving her an overall cute image.
Whereas, her body figure was supple, with her chest as big as Inglisâ, if not bigger.
Rene would probably be delighted to jump into them.To prove that she had what it took to stop Inglis, there was a glowing black Rune in the shape of a great sword on the back on her hand that resembled the two-handed great-sword sheathed on her back.
That glowing Rune signified that it was a High-Grade Rune, similar to Rafinhaâs.
Thus, the girl was a High-Grade Knight, a rarity amongst the people.
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ãHere they come. You fall back!ã
The girl stood in front of Inglis, shielding her.
The running bird-type beasts flocked towards the two of them, having recognized the duo as hostile creatures who had stepped into the plaza.
The beasts planned to crush them under their feet, utilizing their sheer number and mass to their advantage.
The girl didnât show any sign of fear, she instead grinned as though it was all under control.
ãThat works better for me! ã
She immediately pulled out her great sword Artifact.
There was still quite the distance between the swordâs attack range and the birds, but she indifferently brandished her sword horizontally anyway.
ã...?ã
Inglis was curious as to just what the girl would do on this occasion. Hence, she decided to stand by and watch her for now.
The artifact shone brilliantly as the blade began to grow in size.
The greatsword kept growing until it was long enough to completely engulf all of her enemies in one fell swoop.
ãCut!ã
The enlarged great sword hummed as it slashed through the air, looping the beastsâ head off, showing its potential to cleave the bodies.
ãHeeh. Thatâs interesting.ã
Inglis nodded, impressed.
This mass-transforming phenomenon is the Artifactâs Gift, huh?
It seems very handy and interesting.
Inglis had been longing to have a weapon of her own, so seeing an Artifact with this kind of function made her envious.
The girl who wiped out all the running bird-type beasts in one slash turned her head towards Inglis.
ãAre you hurt? You have to evacuate somewhereâã
Suddenly, Inglis noticed several flying bird-type Magic Stone Beasts diving into the plaza from the roofs of the adjacent buildings over the girlâs shoulder.
Those beasts took a big breath all at once and spewed out freezing breezes out of their mouths with icicles as sharp as daggers swirling in it. These were the types of Magic Stone Beasts that could spew elementals, such as fire and ice.
Similarly to Rene who could emit white heat rays from her hand after she became a Magic Stone Beast.
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The girlâs reaction to Inglisâ warning was fast â she whirled around and stabbed her sword into the ground not a moment after.
ãUseless!ã
She made her sword two times longer and several times wider.
With that, both the girl and Inglis were completely shielded behind the blade of the sword.
After the freezing breeze had passed, the girl made her counter attack.
She pointed her sword towards the birds on the rooftop.
ãBack at you!ã
The extending sword tip was rushing at the beasts.
However, as Inglis had guessed, the birds only took a few flaps to evade it, either because the distance between them was too great or the birds were just too keen.
ãMu. These cheeky beasts...!ã
ãLet me help. Wait there for a while.ã
Inglis whispered to the girl before she jumped onto the blade that was pointed towards the roof.
And with a single leap, she ran up all the way up there.
ãEeeeh!? S, so fast...!ã
As the girl was captivated in awe, Inglis kept drawing closer to the beasts, leaping onto the roof. Above her head was the flock of Magic Stone Beasts that had evaded the girlâs attack.
Gyooo!?
The beast fell towards the plaza head first.
Inglis then called out to the girl below.
ãNow! Kill it!ã
ãGo-, got it!ã
The girl splendidly cleaved the falling birdâs body in midair.
Inglis called to the girl in the plaza.
The latter smiled back at Inglis.
ãSame goes to you! I was worried because I couldnât see both a Rune and an Artifact on you, but it seems like my worry is misplaced. Forgive me for that.ã
ãItâs okay. I appreciate the concern.ã
ãHey, whatâs your name?ã
ãItâs Inglis Eux.ã
ãIâm Leone. Leone Olpha. Why donât we fight hand in hand for now?ã
The surname Olpha sounds familiar, where did I hear it before?
ãOf course, Miss Leone. Pleased to meet you.ã
ãJust call me Leone. Our age isnât that different, right?ã
ãOkay, I understand. Best of regards, Leone.ã
ãBest regards!ã
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ããããšãããããŸãã | You can tell by the power squat, I was a very confident boy -- and not without reason.
I had a very charming routine at the time, which was to wait until late in the evening when my parents were decompressing from a hard day's work, doing their crossword puzzles, watching television.
I would run into the living room, jump up on the couch, rip the cushions off, throw them on the floor, scream at the top of my lungs and run out because I was the Incredible Hulk.
Obviously, you see the resemblance.
And this routine went on for some time.
When I was seven I went to summer camp.
My parents found it necessary for peace of mind.
And at noon each day the campers would go to a pond, where they had floating docks.
You could jump off the end into the deep end.
I was born premature. I was always very small.
My left lung had collapsed when I was born.
And I've always had buoyancy problems.
So water was something that scared me to begin with.
But I would go in on occasion.
And on one particular day, the campers were jumping through inner tubes, They were diving through inner tubes. And I thought this would be great fun.
So I dove through the inner tube, and the bully of the camp grabbed my ankles.
And I tried to come up for air, and my lower back hit the bottom of the inner tube.
And I went wild eyed and thought I was going to die.
A camp counselor fortunately came over and separated us.
From that point onward I was terrified of swimming.
That is something that I did not get over.
My inability to swim has been one of my greatest humiliations and embarrassments.
That is when I realized that I was not the Incredible Hulk.
But there is a happy ending to this story.
At age 31 -- that's my age now -- in August I took two weeks to re-examine swimming, and question all the of the obvious aspects of swimming.
And went from swimming one lap -- so 20 yards -- like a drowning monkey, at about 200 beats per minute heart rate -- I measured it -- to going to Montauk on Long Island, close to where I grew up, and jumping into the ocean and swimming one kilometer in open water, getting out and feeling better than when I went in.
And I came out, in my Speedos, European style, feeling like the Incredible Hulk.
the Incredible Hulk, at the end of this presentation.
More specifically, I want you to feel like you're capable of becoming an excellent long-distance swimmer, a world-class language learner, and a tango champion.
And I would like to share my art.
If I have an art, it's deconstructing things that really scare the living hell out of me.
So, moving onward.
Swimming, first principles.
First principles, this is very important.
I find that the best results in life are often held back by false constructs and untested assumptions.
And the turnaround in swimming came when a friend of mine said, "I will go a year without any stimulants" -- this is a six-double-espresso-per-day type of guy -- "if you can complete a one kilometer open water race."
So the clock started ticking.
I started seeking out triathletes because I found that lifelong swimmers often couldn't teach what they did.
I tried kickboards.
My feet would slice through the water like razors, I wouldn't even move. I would leave demoralized, staring at my feet.
Hand paddles, everything.
Even did lessons with Olympians -- nothing helped.
And then Chris Sacca, who is now a dear friend mine, had completed an Iron Man with 103 degree temperature, said, "I have the answer to your prayers."
And he introduced me to who is the founder of Total Immersion Swimming.
That set me on the road to examining biomechanics.
So here are the new rules of swimming, if any of you are afraid of swimming, or not good at it.
The first is, forget about kicking. Very counterintuitive.
So it turns out that propulsion isn't really the problem.
Kicking harder doesn't solve the problem because the average swimmer only transfers about three percent of their energy expenditure into forward motion.
The problem is hydrodynamics.
So what you want to focus on instead is allowing your lower body to draft behind your upper body, much like a small car behind a big car on the highway.
And you do that by maintaining a horizontal body position.
The only way you can do that is to not swim on top of the water.
The body is denser than water. 95 percent of it would be, at least, submerged naturally.
So you end up, number three, not swimming, in the case of freestyle, on your stomach, as many people think, reaching on top of the water.
But actually rotating from streamlined right to streamlined left, maintaining that fuselage position as long as possible.
So let's look at some examples. This is Terry.
And you can see that he's extending his right arm below his head and far in front.
And so his entire body really is underwater.
The arm is extended below the head.
The head is held in line with the spine, so that you use strategic water pressure to raise your legs up -- very important, especially for people with lower body fat.
Here is an example of the stroke.
So you don't kick. But you do use a small flick.
You can see this is the left extension.
Then you see his left leg.
Small flick, and the only purpose of that is to rotate his hips so he can get to the opposite side.
And the entry point for his right hand -- notice this, he's not reaching in front and catching the water.
Rather, he is entering the water at a 45-degree angle with his forearm, and then propelling himself by streamlining -- very important.
Incorrect, above, which is what almost every swimming coach will teach you.
Not their fault, honestly.
And I'll get to implicit versus explicit in a moment.
Below is what most swimmers will find enables them to do what I did, which is going from 21 strokes per 20-yard length to 11 strokes in two workouts with no coach, no video monitoring.
And now I love swimming. I can't wait to go swimming.
I'll be doing a swimming lesson later, for myself, if anyone wants to join me.
Last thing, breathing. A problem a lot of us have, certainly, when you're swimming.
In freestyle, easiest way to remedy this is to turn with body roll, and just to look at your recovery hand as it enters the water.
And that will get you very far.
That's it. That's really all you need to know.
Languages. Material versus method.
I, like many people, came to the conclusion that I was terrible at languages.
I suffered through Spanish for junior high, first year of high school, and the sum total of my knowledge was pretty much, "Donde esta el bano?"
And I wouldn't even catch the response. A sad state of affairs.
Then I transferred to a different school sophomore year, and I had a choice of other languages. Most of my friends were taking Japanese.
So I thought why not punish myself? I'll do Japanese.
Six months later I had the chance to go to Japan.
My teachers assured me, they said, "Don't worry.
You'll have Japanese language classes every day to help you cope.
It will be an amazing experience." My first overseas experience in fact.
So my parents encouraged me to do it. I left.
I arrived in Tokyo. Amazing.
I couldn't believe I was on the other side of the world.
I met my host family. Things went quite well I think, all things considered.
My first evening, before my first day of school, I said to my mother, very politely, "Please wake me up at eight a.m."
But I didn't say . I said, . Pretty close.
But I said, "Please rape me at eight a.m."
You've never seen a more confused Japanese woman.
I walked in to school.
And a teacher came up to me and handed me a piece of paper.
I couldn't read any of it -- hieroglyphics, it could have been -- because it was Kanji, Chinese characters adapted into the Japanese language.
Asked him what this said.
And he goes, "Ahh, okay okay, eehto, World History, ehh, Calculus, Traditional Japanese." And so on.
And so it came to me in waves.
There had been something lost in translation.
The Japanese classes were not Japanese instruction classes, per se.
They were the normal high school curriculum for Japanese students -- the other 4,999 students in the school, who were Japanese, besides the American.
And that's pretty much my response.
And that set me on this panic driven search for the perfect language method.
I tried everything. I went to Kinokuniya.
I tried every possible book, every possible CD.
Nothing worked until I found this.
This is the Joyo Kanji. This is a Tablet rather, or a poster of the 1,945 common-use characters as determined by the Ministry of Education in 1981.
Many of the publications in Japan limit themselves to these characters, to facilitate literacy -- some are required to.
And this became my Holy Grail, my Rosetta Stone.
As soon as I focused on this material, I took off.
I ended up being able to read Asahi Shinbu, Asahi newspaper, about six months later -- so a total of 11 months later -- and went from Japanese I to Japanese VI.
Ended up doing translation work at age 16 when I returned to the U.S., and have continued to apply this material over method approach to close to a dozen languages now.
Someone who was terrible at languages, and at any given time, speak, read and write five or six.
This brings us to the point, which is, it's oftentimes what you do, not how you do it, that is the determining factor.
This is the difference between being effective -- doing the right things -- and being efficient -- doing things well whether or not they're important.
You can also do this with grammar.
I came up with these six sentences after much experimentation.
Having a native speaker allow you to deconstruct their grammar, by translating these sentences into past, present, future, will show you subject, object, verb, placement of indirect, direct objects, gender and so forth.
From that point, you can then, if you want to, acquire multiple languages, alternate them so there is no interference.
We can talk about that if anyone in interested.
And now I love languages.
So ballroom dancing, implicit versus explicit -- very important.
You might look at me and say, "That guy must be a ballroom dancer."
But no, you'd be wrong because my body is very poorly designed for most things -- pretty well designed for lifting heavy rocks perhaps.
I used to be much bigger, much more muscular.
And so I ended up walking like this.
I looked a lot like an orangutan, our close cousins, or the Incredible Hulk.
Not very good for ballroom dancing.
I found myself in Argentina in 2005, decided to watch a tango class -- had no intention of participating.
Went in, paid my ten pesos, walked up -- 10 women two guys, usually a good ratio.
The instructor says, "You are participating."
Immediately: death sweat.
Fight-or-flight fear sweat, because I tried ballroom dancing in college -- stepped on the girl's foot with my heel. She screamed.
I was so concerned with her perception of what I was doing, that it exploded in my face, never to return to the ballroom dancing club.
She comes up, and this was her approach, the teacher.
"Okay, come on, grab me."
Gorgeous assistant instructor.
She was very pissed off that I had pulled her from her advanced practice.
So I did my best. I didn't know where to put my hands.
And she pulled back, threw down her arms, put them on her hips, turned around and yelled across the room, "This guy is built like a god-damned mountain of muscle, and he's grabbing me like a fucking Frenchman," which I found encouraging.
Everyone burst into laughter. I was humiliated.
She came back. She goes, "Come on. I don't have all day."
As someone who wrestled since age eight, I proceeded to crush her, "Of Mice and Men" style.
And she looked up and said, "Now that's better."
So I bought a month's worth of classes.
And proceeded to look at -- I wanted to set competition so I'd have a deadline -- Parkinson's Law, the perceived complexity of a task will expand to fill the time you allot it.
So I had a very short deadline for a competition.
I got a female instructor first, to teach me the female role, the follow, because I wanted to understand the sensitivities and abilities that the follow needed to develop, so I wouldn't have a repeat of college.
along with her, of the of the capabilities and elements of different dancers who'd won championships.
I interviewed these people because they all taught in Buenos Aires.
I compared the two lists, and what you find is that there is explicitly, expertise they recommended, certain training methods.
Then there were implicit commonalities that none of them seemed to be practicing.
Now the protectionism of Argentine dance teachers aside, I found this very interesting. So I decided to focus on three of those commonalities.
Long steps. So a lot of milongueros -- the tango dancers will use very short steps.
I found that longer steps were much more elegant.
So you can have -- and you can do it in a very small space in fact.
Secondly, different types of pivots.
Thirdly, variation in tempo.
These seemed to be the three areas that I could exploit to compete if I wanted to comptete against people who'd been practicing for 20 to 30 years.
That photo is of the semi-finals of the Buenos Aires championships, four months later.
Then one month later, went to the world championships, made it to the semi-final. And then set a world record, following that, two weeks later.
I want you to see part of what I practiced.
I'm going to jump forward here.
This is the instructor that Alicia and I chose for the male lead.
His name is Gabriel Misse.
One of the most elegant dancers of his generation, known for his long steps, and his tempo changes and his pivots.
Alicia, in her own right, very famous.
So I think you'll agree, they look quite good together.
Now what I like about this video is it's actually a video of the first time they ever danced together because of his lead. He had a strong lead.
He didn't lead with his chest, which requires you lean forward.
I couldn't develop the attributes in my toes, the strength in my feet, to do that.
So he uses a lead that focuses on his shoulder girdle and his arm.
So he can lift the woman to break her, for example.
That's just one benefit of that.
So then we broke it down.
This would be an example of one pivot.
This is a back step pivot.
There are many different types.
I have hundreds of hours of footage -- all categorized, much like George Carlin categorized his comedy.
So using my arch-nemesis, Spanish, no less, to learn tango.
So fear is your friend. Fear is an indicator.
Sometimes it shows you what you shouldn't do.
More often than not it shows you exactly what you should do.
And the best results that I've had in life, the most enjoyable times, have all been from asking a simple question: what's the worst that can happen?
Especially with fears you gained when you were a child.
Take the analytical frameworks, the capabilities you have, apply them to old fears.
Apply them to very big dreams.
And when I think of what I fear now, it's very simple.
When I imagine my life, what my life would have been like without the educational opportunities that I had, it makes me wonder.
I've spent the last two years trying to deconstruct the American public school system, to either fix it or replace it.
And have done experiments with about 50,000 students thus far -- built, I'd say, about a half dozen schools, my readers, at this point.
And if any of you are interested in that, I would love to speak with you.
I know nothing. I'm a beginner.
But I ask a lot of questions, and I would love your advice.
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ãEh?! You want to borrow the Academyâs Flygears for the performance of the Weissmall Troupe?ã
ãYes! I heard there was a large-scale incursion in the Royal Capital just the other day. I wish to lift the spirits of the townspeople by using them!ã
Count Weissmall requested in his usual high-pitched voice and strange gestures, but how would Principal Miliera respond? Inglis believed that she was a reasonable person, but she was by no means whimsical. Was she perhaps going to refuse to cooperate in such matters?
ãWAAaaahh~! That sounds wonderful! I love theatre plays! Iâve seen a lot of Weissmall Troupeâs performances! Iâm a fan!ã
ââShe was very welcoming instead.
ãHohou! Thank you very much for that! Being told that makes our activities feel rewarded!ã
ãSo, so, do we get tickets or other perks if we cooperate with you?ã
ãOh, but of course! I will arrange for special seats for members of the Knight Academy! You may come to watch as many times as you want until you have it enough!ã
ãKyaah~! Hooray, we got special seats~ð
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It was Silva who raised his voice, a third-year student and the only student who possessed a Special Grade Rune. The conversation seemed to have been caught by his ears as he was giving out operation orders nearby.
ãEh? Whatâs the matter, Mister Silva?ã
ãDonât give me that question! Please, donât get easily enticed into things! The Academy is in the middle of reconstructing the destroyed buildings, this is not the time for something like this!ã
As one would expect from the straight-laced Silva, he had objected to Principal Miliera.
ãNo, this is precisely the time for this! The classes are impeded since we are missing the facilities anyway, so we might as well have whatever fun we can while we can! There might be those who are bummed out by this situation too, so Iâm sure the performance will lift their spirits up! Right?ã
ãYes! We had our spirits lifted all thanks to Count Weissmall!ã
Rafinha raised her hand energetically.
ãRight, Glis?ã
ãFor your case, isnât that because heâs feeding you two......ã
ãWith how spirited you are, the two of you look like different people compared to yesterday!ã
Commented Leone and Liselotte, both smiling wryly.
ãH-, however, the Knight Academy is a public institute. Which means, unless we have the permission of the King, or if the activity would provide obvious benefit for the country and the people, we canât exactly...ã
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With a strange gesticulation, Count Weissmall cottoned up to Silva
ãWorry not! We, the Weissmall Troupe, are working only for the good of the people, for the betterment of the world! With the Prism Flow flowing throughout Midland, the threat of Magic Stone Beasts is endless. That fate, that dread, we divert their minds from it with our performance......that is our role!ã
ãTh-, that is indeed a noble purpose, but...ã
ãYou will surely understand us if youâre familiar with our activities! How is it? Will you show up on our stage? From what I can see, you possess the Special Grade Rune, and your look is eloquent. The highlight of the play this time are fierce battles on the stage, so you are more than qualified!ã
ãN-, no, I......!ã
ãWah, amazing! You can make Mister Silva a performer?! That sounds good!ã
ãP-, Principal! Iâm ill-suited for such frivolous things!ã
ãBut itâs not a frivolous thing at all. Being exposed to art enriches your humanity! Iâm sure it will have positive effects on you, Mister Silva!ã
ã......Youâll become less snappyââa good thing.ã
It was Yua, who was carrying several logs at the same time, who muttered those words under her breath. It seemed like she just overheard it while passing by.
She was transporting materials for the reconstruction, but she had an exceptionally large amount of materials on her shoulder; a sight that didnât fit her slender figure at all.
She was still a powerhouse as ever, and she showed no side effects whatsoever even after being absorbed by the Prisma in the last incident.
She was the most perfect opponent for a duel, after all. Inglis really needed to figure out a way to make breasts bigger, so that Yua would be willing to fight her. Yua promised that if the method Inglis taught worked, she would spar with her.
ãThatâs not coming from me, itâs your attitude thatâs problematic!ã
ã......What do you mean?ã
The moment Yua tilted her head, showing no expression at all, the long log under her arms swung out and struck Silva on the shin.
ãAh. Mâbad.ã
ãOuch......! This is what I meant, this!ã
ãNow now now, Mister Silva. We have a guest, letâs maintain our manner! That being said, itâs not common to be invited like this, so I think you should at least attempt it!ã
ãAgreed! What, itâs fine! Inglis here will stand on the same stage too, you see!ã
ãEeeh?!ã
ãWah! Miss Inglis too, huh? Indeed, Miss Inglis will look wonderful on stage......You have a good eye, Mr. Weissmall!ã
ãHohou! Truth is, she had stood on our stage before, you see! I am hoping to have her stand on the stage again!ã
ãHeeeh~! You do your best too, Miss Inglis!ã
ãN-, no, I still havenât......ã
She still hadnât decided she would take up the role. There was a huge problem that needed to be addressed. Too huge, in fact.
ãThereâs a kissing scene at the end too! Right, Glis?ã
ãWai......! Hold on, Rani, you canâtââã
ããããEEEEHH?!ãããã
Rafinhaâs revelation was met with surprise from everyone present.
ãInglis doing a kissing scene? Iâm surprised she agreed to it!ã
ãIndeed......In front of the audience, to boot...ã
ãThatâs bold, even for a theatre play......I couldnât help but imagine it now.ã
ãYes, now weâre the ones who are getting nervous......Had it been me, Iâm not sure I could do it!ã
ãD-, do your best......Inglis!ã
ãWe will make sure to take a good, long look, for our future references.ã
Leone and Liselotteâs cheeks blushed pinkishly when they said so. A strange excitement and a feeling of expectation were evident in their expression. They were both healthy young maidens, after all, they couldnât exactly act indifferent towards such topics it seems.
ãNo, itâs not decided just......ã
ãAnd the candidate for that kiss, is you!ã
Said Count Weissmall, placing his hand on Silvaâs shoulder.
ãããOooohhh~!ããã
Everyone cheered.
ãWha......?! Th-, thatâs all more the reason I canât do it! How stupid! I will have to decline!ã
ãEeh~......I thought it would be easier if itâs with your senior, Silva, since you and Glis have known each other.ã
ããThatâs not the issue here!!ãã
Inglis and Silvaâs voices overlapped.
ãSo you want your first kiss with brother Rafa, after all? But, you know heâs on a sortie, and this is just a performance, not the real one. Though, if brother Rafa heard about it later, he might not be able to keep himself inattentive any longer and be on the offensive with Glis? And then, the day Glis and I become real sisters will come sooner~ð
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ãUuuu......ã
Each word that Rafinha, Leone, and Liselotte had been saying since a while ago made Inglisâ spine chilled even with just the thought of it. After all, when Inglis thought about it again, kissing a man in front of a crowd of people was horrifying. Just, horrifying. It wasnât about who she was kissing, but the very act itself was physiologically impossible for her.
Count Weissmall still tried to convince Silva for the role.
ãI am sorry, but I canât help you! I firmly refuse!ã
ãHmm, if Mister Silva really canâtââthen, who else here wants to do a kissing scene with Miss Inglis?!ã
Principal Miliera then got carried away with the flow and instigated the students all around.
A large number of hands raised high. At the same time, the boysâ eyes were all focused on Inglis alone.
ãHiieeeeekkkk?!!ã
By Alistair, Inglis wished they would stop looking at her with those bloodshot gazes, really. She couldnât fight against the chill that froze over her spine.
ãWaahââthatâs Inglis for you......Ah! You canât raise your hand, Lahti! You arenât, right?ã
Pullum, a student of the Knight division from the same generation, and Lahti, a classmate in the Squire division, were also there. The two were overseas students from the North, they were childhood friends with each other and usually had good chemistry with one another. Pullum was looking at Lahti as if to chide him.
ãHell if I will. I ainât interested in such a thing.ã
ãOkay. Anything else to add?ã
Pullum turned her ears to Lahti.
ãHaah?ã
ãI mean lines like âI will only raise my hand if itâs with you!âã
Thenââ
ãIf Silva declines the offerââthen I will raise my hand too!ã
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The churchâs medical center was originally a facility built to treat the poor. Each town had one of these medical centers built and those in the middle of their journey, the poor, the elderly, and people without relatives would receive treatment in the medical center while resting and supporting each other. The money for the medical centerâs daily necessities came from donations, so it was not uncommon for a townâs influential people and their subordinates to visit the medical center.
But on this occasion, the people gathered here for a completely different matter.
âHeâs ignoring us too much.â
âI agree. We let him move freely for a while because he is young. Yet, he is so arrogant.â
Several people voiced their dissatisfaction. Many of these people were those who were treated coldly by the new governor, Welner. Some of them were Pledgers, some were the townâs influential people or the townâs lower-ranking officials. The people whose daughter had gotten a criminal record because of Welner were also here and there were also the people of the Forestry Guild.
Welner was planning to do something that needed a lot of wood as such he had used the people of the Woodworking Guild, Carpenter Guild, and Metalworker Guild. However, Welner bought most of the woods that he needed from outside, so the people of the Forestry Guild didnât benefit.
The lieutenant of the town guards was also present here. The captain of the guards himself had completely surrendered because of the man named Kesten that the new governor, Welner, brought with him, but that didnât mean all guards had also become docile. Specifically, the lieutenant of the guards didnât like Welner because Welner was too strict... or at least that was what the lieutenant claimed.
âAbove all, I donât like how he went ahead with the trial on his own.â
That kind of complaint was not completely unreasonable. Most criminals of this town ended up receiving âpaying fineâ as a punishment. One of the reasons was that there was no prison good enough for long-term imprisonment, but another more important reason was that the fine punishment was really advantageous for the governor.
For example, if there was a criminal who had to give a fine of silver coins as a punishment, the victim of that crime would receive -0% of that fine as compensation, and the people who were in charge of the trial would receive 1 silver coin, and the rest of the money would go to the governorâs pocket.
As a result, many governors would be eager to indict criminals. The trial committee would also receive money every time they brought a criminal to a trial, so for them, âtrialâ was quite a lucrative business. In addition, if the criminal couldnât pay the fine, they would be sentenced to forced labor, meaning they would all get another very cheap laborer either way, putting someone on a trial would not cause any loss for both the government and the trial committee.
There was another reason for their dissatisfaction with Welner. Back when Anheim was still a part of Marquisate Knap, the Knap house would pay the people who participated in the trial.
This was because, as a region that directly bordered Triot, a lot of smuggling happened. Thus, a lot of trials each day. The money was given by the Knap house as compensation for the time and effort of the trial committee because they had to work on many cases. Even after Triot fell, this law remained alive because of the many unforeseen circumstances, including the death of the Marquis Knap.
However, when Welner became the governor, he reduced this âspecial payâ on the grounds that Anheim was no longer the Marquisâs land. Welner also judged most of the trials swiftly by himself. In addition, Wiener didnât even bother to hold any trials for minor crimes and directly punished the criminals.
Welnerâs action made the members of the trial committee lose quite a bit of money. Of course, the governor did have the authority to do what Welner did, but most governors would not do that. After all, what Welner did was the same as ignoring the local authority. Welner had his own reasons for doing that, though.
âHow about we trouble him a bit?â
âLetâs do that. We need the bandits to be exterminated, but giving the governor some trouble over the banditsâ extermination will be fine.â
âI mean, things like âthe supplies arrived lateâ is a common occurrence.â
âWill we be fine doing that?â
Some people were concerned, but an elderly man laughed.
âThere is no need to be worried. Although he isnât here, the church head agrees with us. That is why he let us use this place. Even if he is a governor, he wonât be able to touch the church easily.â
Hearing a sudden voice, everyone turned their gazes to the door with startled expressions. There stood a flabby merchant-like man with a group of armed men behind him.
âWh...Who are you!?â
âAh, pardon my late introduction. I am Rafed. I have been given the honor of working for the governor.â
âI have heard all your conversations. Of course, with the permission of the church head-sama.â
The room fell into silence. Some kept their calm expression, while the othersâ expressions turned red and then blue. Finally, after a while, a person barely managed to speak up.
âW..Wait! We have done nothing wrong! Judging by our conversation, you might think that we are dissatisfied with the governor, but...â
âWell, I did not come here for that, though.â
Rafed shrugged his shoulders lightly before speaking again.
âAmong the documents Viscount Welner has received before he arrived in Anheim, there is a document about monetary assistance to Mangold. There were many names in that document, including names of some esteemed sirs here.â
The expressions of guild leaders, who were also the members of Pledgers Council, changed immediately. It was true that they had given monetary assistance to Mangold before. One of the guild leaders raised his voice.
âEven if you came here because of that, we are not at fault! After all, Sir Mangold was still the Knap houseâs heir at that time!â
âYouâre certainly right, but the problem is Mangold gathered soldiers without the Kingâs permission and attacked Veritza Fortress. This action of Mangold is a huge crime. Where did he get the money to gather that many soldiers is still under investigation. Certainly, the monetary assistance you have given is quite suspicious.â
Even though Mangoldâs reputation in the capital was pretty bad, in Anheim, many people would still think that despite his reputation, Mangold would be the next Marquis since his father died. As such, some people would try to curry favor with Mangold. It was true that Mangold was violent and arrogant, but that sort of personality wasnât rare among nobles.
Therefore, it would be hard to charge the townâs influential people for a crime just based on their monetary assistance to Mangold. Keeping them in custody for a few days for investigation was possible though, and when they were in custody, they wouldnât be able to move freely.
In short, Welner aimed to keep these people quiet for a few days with monetary assistance as an excuse. Here, the people in the room finally realized that they had been fooled.
Rafed bowed his head again, this time lower. His gesture looked more like an actor who bowed to their audience on the stage rather than a sign of respect. Unfortunately, Rafed didnât have a handsome enough face to be an actor.
âOh, some of you esteemed sirs would receive questioning about other matters, like using the confusion of the former Marquisâs death to falsify the tax report by turning in a false guildâs sales report.â
âH..How did you...â
âI have a keen eye for spotting dissatisfied people, you see. The guild is also not a united organization.â
Some of the guildâs leaderâs faces turned pale. Rafedâs words were the same as telling them that their subordinates had betrayed them. Unfortunately, none of them could escape since several soldiers came in with Rafedâs signal. They were all taken away. Then the church head entered the room.
âThank you for your cooperation.â
âNo need to be that courteous. After all, the Saintess, Laura-sama, has handwritten me a letter to ask me to help Viscount-sama.â
The church head replied to Rafed with a smile. Handing the letter from Laura to the church head was one of the reasons the Iron Hammer came to Anheim. Later, one of the members of Iron Hammer said, âI thought since itâs only transporting a letter and luggage from the capital, itâs going to be an easy jobâ Technically, if not for Welner asking them to bring a beehive of all things, their job would be easy.
After exchanging a brief conversation with Rafed, the church head left and Kesten, who was leading the support troop, turned his gaze to Rafed with a cynical expression and said, âYouâre working quite hard, it seems.â
âWell, I value my life very much. In addition...â
âIn addition to what?â
â...Making him my enemy would be like turning the church of the entire continent into my enemy,â Rafed added in a strange tone. It was hard to judge whether Rafed was impressed or regretting. Hearing Rafedâs words, Kesten let out a bitter smile. | {
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Is he taking his time? He raises his arms in a fighting stance.
After two thrusts of his arms, the treant stopped moving.
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I reflexively murmur.
Indeed, the rank is different.
Are all adventurers so strong?
Seeing my surprised state, Margo-chan said.
ãHehehe! The Hand-san is amazing! Thatâs the power of an A-ranker! Although, I am still weak enough to struggle with a treant...ã
As expected, people with high rank are strong.
The Hand-san rejoins us.
ãHow was it? Mika, this is an adventurerâs battle! ã
ãA, amazing!ã
ãHaha~! Isnât it? ã
Isnât he quite happy to be told that it is amazing?
We collected the treant materials and continued the survey.
During the survey, we encountered a C-rank mantis like monster. The Hand-san clad himself in flames and defeated it by punching and kicking it about times.
We went through the forest in such a fashion until it was evening.
ãAlright! Itâs ready! ã
For dinner, we had steamed vegetables and grilled meat with bread.
Delicious... I wonder if I will help cook tomorrow?
After I finish eating, Iâd like to take a bath. But this temporary dwelling doesnât have a bath, but thankfully it does have a body cleansing item.
I used it with Margo-chan. Seems it is fine to use it without removing any clothing.
Standing merely a few seconds in the magic circle was enough to feel refreshed like taking a bath.
I will be sleeping in the same room with Margo-chan. A spare bed has been prepared. I talk with Margo-chan.
ãUmm, Margo-chan... sorry for intruding on your room.ã
ãYea, Donât worry about it. Iâm gonna head out and sneak into The Hand-sanâs room.ã
Something surprising came out...a girl of age sneaking into a manâs room?
... Iâve also done it once before to ayumu so I canât really say anything about what sheâs doing...
ãEh, The Hand-sanâs place... is it?ã
ãRight! My dream is to become The Hand-sanâs bride! ã
Speaking of marriage! She mentioned it earlier.
Why does she like The Hand-san so much? I wonder if I can get her to tell me how theyâve met.
ãHe~, eeh... Oh yea, how did Margo-chan and her brother get to know The Hand-san?ã
ã...three years ago, The Hand-san saved us, we have been together ever since then!ã
She says while showing a slightly pained expression. Something must have happened years ago.
I am curious but I shouldnât dig too deeply.
Letâs change the topic.
ãBy the way, what do you like about The Hand-san Margo-san?ã
ãHmm, Itâs hard to say everything... His face is scary. But The Hand-san is so kind... My bow you know? He bought it for me for my birthday. It was really expensive! He entered the tournament specifically to get money to buy it! ã
Amazing, despite having such a rough face, heâs pretty cool.
Margo-chan got super into talking about him.
ãThe thing is, that day, I was so happy, that I barged into his room right after taking a bath completely naked. I completely forgot to put on clothes.ã
ãEh... naked...?ã
Forgetting to wear cloths is a picture of a clumsy girl.
I could never imitate that...
No, that might be a good idea for Ayumu... I will have to think that over.
Margo-chan continues.
ãYes, naked! At the time I thought ãI canât be a bride! ã. And then, my face was so red that I thought a fireball would come out... I was severely scolded over that... haha, but, I did receive a harvest.ã
ãA harvest...?ã
ãYes. At the time The Hand-san hurriedly turned away. But his ears were bright red, and he appeared extremely agitated... hahaha, it is great that he sees me as a woman, right? ã
Certainly, Margo-chanâs face and body build are good. There isnât anything awful.
However, if one goes before a man naked, wouldnât most people act that way?
Yes...
ãYes... thatâs right. Maybe... But The Hand-san is ignoring your approach, right? ã
ãThatâs why at every opportunity I am saying ãMarry meã! Otherwise, he wonât notice because of his thick headedness! I am completely serious...ã
Thatâs true. That is one way of showing love. She said it six times today.
ãHey, Mika-chan! Tell me what you think about this? Hey, hey? ã
ãOh... yes... but I think that if you say ãMarry meã too often then itâll become flippant, you know?ã
ãBecome flippant..., what would be good to do?ã
ãI see... cold and hostile, I will have to try that out tomorrow!ã
With all that said, we finally went to bed late at night.
But you know, The Hand-san and Gog-kun are sleeping in the room next door.
This conversation, I wonder if they could hear the whole thing. Fufufu... | {
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Now, the city of Kirijin, which I established as the fourth level, had recently been experiencing an increase in population density. There were still some empty spaces though.
And on a corner of the fourth floor, an area had been erected which was off-limits to all but the concerned parties.
The so-called âpunishment cellâ was located here. However, those imprisoned here were not Kirijin, but other Demon Kingsâ kin such as Kitsunejin and Yukijin as well as humans who had ventured into my dungeon and fortunately (or unfortunately, in a sense) escaped death. The rest were some of the humans who were initially abducted from outside as well.
Incidentally, this building was thoroughly soundproofed against any sound leakage to the outside, and with my permission, people can come directly up from the first level and be carried inside oblivious to the Kirijin outside.
Well, speaking of what I do inside, itâs all about âhereâ, âthereâ, and âthatâ with % of the contents being confidential to the Kirijin outside who desire a peaceful life. This level of security is a given.
And well, while giving this explanation, I had arrived at the punishment cell in question.
In any case, I was straining my ears.
âYou monster! Hurry up and remove these shackles and let me out! Iâll kill each and every one of you!â
Mm. She seems to be in high spirits.
Therefore, rather than opening the door, I entered through a small window with a screen attached to the door in my misty state and confirmed the girlâs appearance.
âHeeeeee! What the hell is this black mist!â
Oh, she is looking frightened. Though even her terrified expression is endearingãŒ
Her chest was medium size, and she had short hair. She was not bad looking. Her age was probably or .
Her level was , and her skill was in three attributes of bolts, huh? Hmm. She was fairly versatile as a magician.
Ah, I mean, this face of hers... could it be... yes. Letâs check it out.
âMy name is âKing of the Devouring Black Mistâ. Now, what is your name?â
My partially-embodied hand grasped the girlâs chin.
âYou are the Demon King... who has taken my sister... our village...!â
Bingo. As I suspected, this girl was the older sister of the girl (now 2 years old, level 2) I kidnapped and turned into my kin about a year ago. By the way, the circumstance when I kidnapped the girl was that her village faced a scarcity of food, and since she possesses a skill called âªAuthenticity Judgmentâ«, an unfavorable ability for some adults residing in that village, she was about to be killed to reduce the consumption of food, hence I killed some of the adults in the village and abducted her. Well, if it had been a boy, I wouldnât have helped him thoughãŒ
For your information, she was living well as of now and I havenât laid a hand on her yet.
...Hey, you over there. This is the real deal. As you can imagine, even I have no inclination to mess with a girl I brought in as a rescue for no reason at all.
And just as my thoughts drifted off in an odd direction, I cast my eyes back to the girl in front of me. To put it succinctly, she was glaring at me. Her murderous intent was conveyed to me with a bang.
Also, in her present state, if I made her open her mouth, I was afraid she was going to say something that would be forbidden to be heard, so I was forcing her to shut her mouth.
âI see. You are from that village. Donât worry, your sister is living well.â
The girlâs eyes were wide open. Her eyes were implying, âAs if I would believe it!â and âNo way... is that true?â. I guessed there were some conflicting emotions there as well.
âBut well, I suppose your sisterâs standing here may also be jeopardized as a result of your attempt to kill me this time.â
Thatâs what happens when you figure out that your conduct has resulted in strangulation on your sisterâs neck, right? Well, Iâll have to offer her some relief too.
âHahaha. You can rest assured. Only a handful of individuals are aware that you have invaded this time. Neither your sister nor the people around her will be informed unless I decide to relay the news.â
At my words, she began to feel a mixture of relief and apprehension.
âBut yeah. I have no obligation to save someone who sought my life, and should you agree to my request, Iâll guarantee that no information will be passed on to them.â
While saying this, I removed the restraints from the girlâs mouth.
âWhat do I have to do...? What should I do to make you keep this a secret...? Please donât do anything to my sister...â the girl asked, trembling.
âHey, itâs a simple thing...â
âHeee... what are you...â
Starting from the feet up, I progressively enveloped the girlâs entire body with my misty body.
âDonât resist. If you do, the more you and your younger sister... you know what I mean?â
â...!!â
And when I had covered her from her toes to the top of her head...
âNow, I shall have you submit yourself to me.â
âKuazwsedcrfvtgb!!â
The assault took place.
At my feet lay a previous human being who had been flung all over my body and who had aimed to eliminate me. Having been transformed into a kin, the Kirijin girl and her younger sister, were lying in close proximity. Of course, none of their important places were concealed.
Mm. In the end, both sisters were made to be devoured together.
After all, there was nothing that could be done about it. While I was having fun with the elder sister, the younger sister, who happened to be passing by this punishment cell on her way to perform an errand, stumbled upon us. She then requested that I elucidate the matter, and once I did so, she remarked, âIâll take her place, so please stop doing anything to her further!â
Of course, I am the Demon King, remember? Although there was no need for me to listen to her, since I was shown a good sisterly love by my precious kin who asked me for a favor, then the two parties were split fifty-fifty to do their parts.
Well, this was the outcome of thatãŒ
While we were on the issue, the Demon Kingâs stamina and energy were unmatched by that of a regular human or kin, therefore Ichiko and Ryo were the only ones I didnât mind victimizing until I was content. Oh well, my body was indeed a troubling matter.
That reminded me, a decade will soon pass since then, and the time was drawing near when the communication blockade between me and Ichiko will be lifted...
Ultimately, I commanded Ryo and the others to search for Ichiko without revealing the God of Calamity to anyone, yet it was to no avail. But I somehow knew that she was not dead.
Seriously, I wonder where Ichiko has been transported to.
Incidentally, following this, I ended up playing with everyone in the punishment cell until they all passed out. Because the Demon King was constantly on the lookout for information, and he was free! | {
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This time, I'm going to talk about mental illness.
But it has to be technological, so I'll talk about electroshock therapy. You know, ever since man had any notion that some of his other people, his colleagues, could be different, could be strange, could be severely depressed or what we now recognize as schizophrenia, he was certain that this kind of illness had to come from evil spirits getting into the body.
So, the way of treating these diseases in early times was to, in some way or other, exorcise those evil spirits, and this is still going on, as you know.
But it wasn't enough to use the priests.
When medicine became somewhat scientific, in about 450 BC, with Hippocrates and those boys, they tried to look for herbs, plants that would literally shake the bad spirits out.
So, they found certain plants that could cause convulsions.
And the herbals, the botanical books of up to the late Middle Ages, the Renaissance are filled with prescriptions for causing convulsions to shake the evil spirits out.
Finally, in about the sixteenth century, a physician whose name was Theophrastus Bombastus Aureolus von Hohenheim, called Paracelsus, a name probably familiar to some people here -- -- good, old Paracelsus found that he could predict the degree of convulsion by using a measured amount of camphor to produce the convulsion.
Can you imagine going to your closet, pulling out a mothball, and chewing on it if you're feeling depressed?
It's better than Prozac, but I wouldn't recommend it.
So what we see in the seventeenth, eighteenth century is the continued search for medications other than camphor that'll do the trick.
Well, along comes Benjamin Franklin, and he comes close to convulsing himself with a bolt of electricity off the end of his kite.
And so people begin thinking in terms of electricity to produce convulsions.
And then, we fast-forward to about 1932, when three Italian psychiatrists, who were largely treating depression, began to notice among their patients, who were also epileptics, that if they had an epileptic -- a series of epileptic fits, a lot of them in a row -- the depression would very frequently lift.
Not only would it lift, but it might never return.
So they got very interested in producing convulsions, measured types of convulsions.
And they thought, "Well, we've got electricity, we'll plug somebody into the wall.
That always makes hair stand up and people shake a lot."
So, they tried it on a few pigs, and none of the pigs were killed.
So, they went to the police and they said, "We know that at the Rome railroad station, there are all these lost souls wandering around, muttering gibberish. Can you bring one of them to us?"
Someone who is, as the Italians say, "cagoots."
So they found this "cagoots" guy, a 39-year-old man who was really hopelessly schizophrenic, who was known, had been known for months, to be literally defecating on himself, talking nothing that made any sense, and they brought him into the hospital.
So these three psychiatrists, after about two or three weeks of observation, laid him down on a table, connected his temples to a very small source of current.
They thought, "Well, we'll try 55 volts, two-tenths of a second.
That's not going to do anything terrible to him."
So they did that.
Well, I have the following from a firsthand observer, who told me this about 35 years ago, when I was thinking about these things for some research project of mine.
He said, "This fellow" -- remember, he wasn't even put to sleep -- "after this major grand mal convulsion, sat right up, looked at these three fellas and said, 'What the fuck are you assholes trying to do?' " If I could only say that in Italian.
Well, they were happy as could be, because he hadn't said a rational word in the weeks of observation.
So they plugged him in again, and this time they used 110 volts for half a second.
And to their amazement, after it was over, he began speaking like he was perfectly well.
He relapsed a little bit, they gave him a series of treatments, and he was essentially cured.
But of course, having schizophrenia, within a few months, it returned.
But they wrote a paper about this, and everybody in the Western world began using electricity to convulse people who were either schizophrenic or severely depressed.
It didn't work very well on the schizophrenics, but it was pretty clear in the '30s and by the middle of the '40s that electroconvulsive therapy was very, very effective in the treatment of depression.
And of course, in those days, there were no antidepressant drugs, and it became very, very popular.
convulse them, but the real difficulty was that there was no way to paralyze muscles.
So people would have a real grand mal seizure.
Bones were broken. Especially in old, fragile people, you couldn't use it. And then in the 1950s, late 1950s, the so-called muscle relaxants were developed by pharmacologists, and it got so that you could induce a complete convulsion, an electroencephalographic convulsion -- you could see it on the brain waves -- without causing any convulsion in the body except a little bit of twitching of the toes.
So again, it was very, very popular and very, very useful.
Well, you know, in the middle '60s, the first antidepressants came out. Tofranil was the first.
In the late '70s, early '80s, there were others, and they were very effective.
And patients' rights groups seemed to get very upset about the kinds of things that they would witness.
And so the whole idea of electroconvulsive, electroshock therapy disappeared, but has had a renaissance in the last 10 years.
And the reason that it has had a renaissance is that probably about 10 percent of the people, severe depressives, do not respond, regardless of what is done for them.
Now, why am I telling you this story at this meeting?
I'm telling you this story, because actually ever since Richard called me and asked me to talk about -- as he asked all of his speakers -- to talk about something that would be new to this audience, that we had never talked about, never written about, I've been planning this moment.
This reason really is that I am a man who, almost 30 years ago, had his life saved by two long courses of electroshock therapy.
And let me tell you this story.
I was, in the 1960s, in a marriage. To use the word bad would be perhaps the understatement of the year.
It was dreadful.
There are, I'm sure, enough divorced people in this room to know about the hostility, the anger, who knows what.
Being someone who had had a very difficult childhood, a very difficult adolescence -- it had to do with not quite poverty but close.
It had to do with being brought up in a family where no one spoke English, no one could read or write English.
It had to do with death and disease and lots of other things.
I was a little prone to depression.
So, as things got worse, as we really began to hate each other, I became progressively depressed over a period of a couple of years, trying to save this marriage, which was inevitably not to be saved.
Finally, I would schedule -- all my major surgical cases, I was scheduling them for 12, one o'clock in the afternoon, because I couldn't get out of bed before about 11 o'clock.
And anybody who's been depressed here knows what that's like.
I couldn't even pull the covers off myself.
Well, you're in a university medical center, where everybody knows everybody, and it's perfectly clear to my colleagues, so my referrals began to decrease.
As my referrals began to decrease, I clearly became increasingly depressed until I thought, my God, I can't work anymore.
And, in fact, it didn't make any difference because I didn't have any patients anymore.
So, with the advice of my physician, I had myself admitted to the acute care psychiatric unit of our university hospital.
And my colleagues, who had known me since medical school in that place, said, "Don't worry, chap. Six weeks, you're back in the operating room. Everything's going to be great."
Well, you know what bovine stercus is?
That proved to be a lot of bovine stercus.
I know some people who got tenure in that place with lies like that.
So I was one of their failures.
But it wasn't that simple. Because by the time I got out of that unit, I was not functional at all.
I could hardly see five feet in front of myself.
I shuffled when I walked. I was bowed over.
I rarely bathed. I sometimes didn't shave. It was dreadful.
And it was clear -- not to me, because nothing was clear to me at that time anymore -- that I would need long-term hospitalization in that awful place called a mental hospital.
So I was admitted, in 1973, in the spring of 1973, to the Institute of Living, which used to be called the Hartford Retreat.
It was founded in the eighteenth century, the largest psychiatric hospital in the state of Connecticut, other than the huge public hospitals that existed at that time.
And they tried everything they had.
They tried the usual psychotherapy.
They tried every medication available in those days.
And they did have Tofranil and other things -- Mellaril, who knows what.
Nothing happened except that I got jaundiced from one of these things.
And finally, because I was well known in Connecticut, they decided they better have a meeting of the senior staff.
All the senior staff got together, and I later found out what happened.
They put all their heads together and they decided that there was nothing that could be done for this surgeon who had essentially separated himself from the world, who by that time had become so overwhelmed, not just with depression and feelings of worthlessness and inadequacy, but with obsessional thinking, obsessional thinking about coincidences.
And there were particular numbers that every time I saw them, just got me dreadfully upset -- all kinds of ritualistic observances, just awful, awful stuff.
Remember when you were a kid, and you had to step on every line?
Well, I was a grown man who had all of these rituals, and it got so there was a throbbing, there was a ferocious fear in my head.
You've seen this painting by Edvard Munch, The Scream. Every moment was a scream.
It was impossible. So they decided there was no therapy, there was no treatment. But there was one treatment, which actually had been pioneered at the Hartford hospital in the early 1940s, and you can imagine what it was. It was pre-frontal lobotomy.
So they decided -- I didn't know this, again, I found this out later -- that the only thing that could be done was for this 43-year-old man to have a pre-frontal lobotomy.
Well, as in all hospitals, there was a resident assigned to my case. He was 27 years old, and he would meet with me two or three times a week.
And of course, I had been there, what, three or four months at the time.
And he asked to meet with the senior staff, and they agreed to meet with him because he was very well thought of in that place.
They thought he had a really extraordinary future.
And he dug in his heels and said, "No. I know this man better than any of you. I have met with him over and over again.
You've just seen him from time to time. You've read reports and so forth.
I really honestly believe that the basic problem here is pure depression, and all of the obsessional thinking comes out of it.
And you know, of course, what'll happen if you do a pre-frontal lobotomy.
Any of the results along the spectrum, from pretty bad to terrible, terrible, terrible is going to happen. If he does the best he can, he will have no further obsessions, probably no depression, but his affect will be dulled, he will never go back to surgery, he will never be the loving father that he was to his two children, his life will be changed. If he has the usual result,
he will end up like 'One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.' And you know about that, just essentially in a stupor the rest of his life."
Well, he said, "Can't we try a course of electroshock therapy?"
And you know why they agreed? They agreed to humor him.
They just thought, "Well, we'll give a course of 10.
And so we'll lose a little time. Big deal. It doesn't make any difference."
So they gave the course of 10, and the first -- the usual course, incidentally, was six to eight and still is six to eight.
Plugged me into the wires, put me to sleep, gave me the muscle relaxant.
Six didn't work. Seven didn't work.
Eight didn't work. At nine, I noticed -- and it's wonderful that I could notice anything -- I noticed a change. And at 10, I noticed a real change.
And he went back to them, and they agreed to do another 10.
Again, not a single one of them -- I think there are about seven or eight of them -- thought this would do any good. They thought this was a temporary change.
But, lo and behold, by 16, by 17, there were demonstrable differences in the way I felt.
By 18 and 19, I was sleeping through the night.
And by 20, I had the sense, I really had the sense that I could overcome this, that I was now strong enough that by an act of will, I could blow the obsessional thinking away.
I could blow the depression away.
And I've never forgotten -- I never will forget -- standing in the kitchen of the unit, it was a Sunday morning in January of 1974, standing in the kitchen by myself and thinking, "I've got the strength now to do this."
It was as though those tightly coiled wires in my head had been disconnected and I could think clearly.
But I need a formula. I need some thing to say to myself when I begin thinking obsessionally, obsessively.
Well, the Gilbert and Sullivan fans in this room will remember "Ruddigore," and they will remember Mad Margaret, and they will remember that she was married to a fellow named Sir Despard Murgatroyd.
And she used to go nuts, every five minutes or so in the play, and he said to her, "We must have a word to bring you back to reality, and the word, my dear, will be 'Basingstoke.'" So every time she got a little nuts, he would say, "Basingstoke!" And she would say, "Basingstoke, it is." And she would be fine for a little while.
Well, you know, I'm from the Bronx. I can't say "Basingstoke."
But I had something better. And it was very simple.
It was, "Ah, fuck it!"
Much better than "Basingstoke," at least for me. And it worked -- my God, it worked.
Every time I would begin thinking obsessionally -- again, once more, after 20 shock treatments -- I would say, "Ah, fuck it."
And things got better and better, and within three or four months, I was discharged from that hospital, and I joined a group of surgeons where I could work with other people in the community, not in New Haven, but fairly close by. I stayed there for three years.
At the end of three years, I went back to New Haven, had remarried by that time.
I brought my wife with me, actually, to make sure I could get through this.
My children came back to live with us.
We had two more children after that.
Resuscitated the career, even better than it had been before.
Went right back into the university and began to write books.
Well, you know, it's been a wonderful life. It's been, as I said, close to 30 years.
I stopped doing surgery about six years ago and became a full-time writer, as many people know.
But it's been very exciting. It's been very happy.
Every once in a while, I have to say, "Ah, fuck it."
Every once in a while, I get somewhat depressed and a little obsessional.
So, I'm not free of all of this. But it's worked. It's always worked.
Why have I chosen, after never, ever talking about this, to talk about it now?
Well, those of you who know some of these books know that one is about death and dying, one is about the human body and the human spirit, one is about the way mystical thoughts are constantly in our minds, and they have always to do with my own personal experiences.
One might think reading these books -- and I've gotten thousands of letters about them by people who do think this -- that based on my life's history as I've portrayed in the books, my early life's history, I am someone who has overcome adversity.
That I am someone who has drunk, drank, drunk of the bitter dregs of near-disaster in childhood and emerged not just unscathed but strengthened.
I really have it figured out, so that I can advise people about death and dying, so that I can talk about mysticism and the human spirit.
And I've always felt guilty about that.
I've always felt that somehow I was an impostor because my readers don't know what I have just told you.
It's known by some people in New Haven, obviously, but it is not generally known.
So one of the reasons that I have come here to talk about this today is to -- frankly, selfishly -- unburden myself and let it be known that this is not an untroubled mind that has written all of these books.
But more importantly, I think, is the fact that a very significant proportion of people in this audience are under 30, and there are many, of course, who are well over 30.
For people under 30, and it looks to me like almost all of you -- I would say all of you -- are either on the cusp of a magnificent and exciting career or right into a magnificent and exciting career: anything can happen to you. Things change.
Accidents happen. Something from childhood comes back to haunt you.
You can be thrown off the track.
I hope it happens to none of you, but it will probably happen to a small percentage of you.
To those to whom it doesn't happen, there will be adversities.
If I, with the bleakness of spirit, with no spirit, that I had in the 1970s and no possibility of recovery, as far as that group of very experienced psychiatrists thought, if I can find my way back from this, believe me, anybody can find their way back from any adversity that exists in their lives.
And for those who are older, who have lived through perhaps not something as bad as this, but who have lived through difficult times, perhaps where they lost everything, as I did, and started out all over again, some of these things will seem very familiar.
There is recovery.
There is redemption. And there is resurrection.
There are resurrection themes in every society that has ever been studied, and it is because not just only do we fantasize about the possibility of resurrection and recovery, but it actually happens. And it happens a lot.
Perhaps the most popular resurrection theme, outside of specifically religious ones, is the one about the phoenix, the ancient story of the phoenix, who, every 500 years, resurrects itself from its own ashes to go on to live a life that is even more beautiful than it was before. Richard, thanks very much. | {
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Even if I was lending him my shoulder, waking to the city had used up all his stamina.
âSo, this thing is it...?â
âYeah.â
Looking at the water pouch where I put the cloth bag, Cortina said with a frown. She couldnât touch it directly, so she hadnât confirmed the insides.
â...Sorry, but can we continue this talk in Maxwellâs mansion?â
âThat would actually be wiser.â
Maxwell could use detoxification spells. I already confirmed that Kabby could do it too, but the poison was strong enough to weaken Cloud, who was so energetic, in a moment. It might have had some side effects.
It would be reassuring for Maxwell who had mastered all kinds of spells to be by our side.
âIs Maxwell not aware of this?â
âWeâve sent a messenger, but it would be faster if we go there ourselves.â
âThen, we have to take Cloud along.â
âRight. We never know what might happen if itâs an unknown poison. They might not be able to handle it at a guard post.â
With Cortinaâs words, the guards put Cloud on the stretcher and carried him. Her dependability spiked up with the previous incident. As such, the guards were cooperating out of their own initiative.
âSorry, but please be fast. The situation might turn urgent at any moment.â
âYes, please leave it to us!â
âCan you let this girl ride along too? You should know how bad Nicoleâs stamina is.â
âIâm really reluctant though.â
The guards gave a ready consent to Cortinaâs request, but I was pretty displeased for being used as a reference.
I was dissatisfied, but I did actually collapse in front of the guard, plus they were going to carry me to Maxwellâs mansion, so I had no reason to deny it.
Maxwell met us as we were carried to his mansion. He had just received the notice and was about to head out to the guard office.
When he saw Cortina show up without a notice, he realized that the situation was urgent and readily led us inside.
âSorry, but the rest of you should wait in the other room. I shall provide tea.â
âYes sir, we understand the situation.â
âThat goes for you too, little Finia.â
âUnderstood. Please call me if you need anything.â
If this illness spreading throughout the city was a man-made calamity, then it would lead to a question of who exactly caused it.
If that happened, there would be topics that were better to discuss in close-circle for the sake of settlement and retribution.
For that, too, it was better for them not to be present now. Maxwell made this decision while considering all that.
âSo then... This is the aforementioned bag?â
âYes. Given how Cloud helplessly collapsed on the spot, itâs probably quite a strong poison.â
âSo they dissolved it into the river and the citizens that came in contact with it became ill, huh. It is natural that an undiluted solution would cause that.â
âActually, the thing inside looked like mucus. Isnât it strange?â
âHmm?â
If you put mucus inside water, it would dissolve right away. Forget half a day, it wouldnât take more than a few hours.
The illness inside the city had been going on for over a week now. If they didnât periodically replace it, it would go away right away.
âIt does sound very inefficient. Was there anyone nearby?â
âThere wasnât. They didnât shadow us on the way back either.â
âFortunately, Cloud appeared there when they were not looking I suppose. Heâs pretty unlucky... Or is this considered lucky?â
As Cortina said, Cloud seemed to be prone to get rolled up into troubles. But thanks to that, we found out that the spreading illness was due to poison. And we also got our hands on the key to the solution, so his achievements were big.
âIf we dispatch the guards... No, they would be at a disadvantage.â
âRight. They are all heavily armed, so they arenât suited for an ambush.â
âHaving said that, we cannot ignore them either. For the time being, I will have Mateus be on the lookout there.â
âStealth Gift holders would be so useful in times like these. Reid was the same.â
âBut you exploited him the most.â
âI-I am aware of it!â
Cortina puffed her cheeks a bit, but I was aware that she would have never given me pointless orders. I wouldnât be holding that against her after all this time.
After joking a bit and calming the mood down, Maxwell opened the water pouch and carefully removed the contents.
âA cloth bag? They most likely used this to adjust the rate of dissolution in the water.â
âThe bag doesnât appear to be anything special. A normal linen one.â
âAs for the contents... Hmm?â
âPale green mucus. Rather, is it gelatine?â
âNo, that does not seem to be the case.â
Maxwell immediately denied Cortinaâs assumption. He furrowed his brows and moved his fingers a bit and formed a magic circle.
âWhy... If you erase the poison there would be no evidence left.â
âI would not make such a blunder. More importantly, this is a highly toxic thing... It is part of a Disease Slime.â
âSlime? So thatâs why it was dissolving so slowly.â
âIt spreads a disease that infects humans just by a touch. If itâs a strong individual, they can even spread it through the atmosphere. It does not have a core so it should not be able to move voluntarily, but they used its aptitude to attack the city.â
âI do not think it can spread airborne infection, but just in case.â
So, there was a risk that Cortina and I would have caught it too if he didnât do that?
âIf we leave it be, whoever discovered it would get infected by the virus..â
âQuite a nasty situation weâre in.â
For the time being, we discovered the cause.
It seems that not just detoxification, it also needed a spell called Cure Disease. Maxwell quickly let the city magicians know that and they spread out to deal with the situation.
At the same time, he ordered the inspection of the riverside. If it wasnât someone extraordinary, they would not be able to escape.
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I was thinking, I just finished making another film about World War II vets, and I realized I'd gotten to know their stories, and I realized this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tell a warrior's story as it unfolded.
So I went to bed that night pretty excited.
Not sure of all the details, but excited.
It wasn't at four in the morning, but it was closer to midnight.
Woke straight up. Wide-awake as could be.
And I had this idea: what if I could, in effect, virtually embed, and create a permeable relationship with the soldiers?
To tell the story from the inside out, versus the outside in?
So, I called back Major Heilshorn, who's the public affairs officer of the New Hampshire National Guard.
And he knew me, so I was like, "Greg?"
He's like, "Yes, Deborah?"
Told him my idea, and you know, he is one of the bravest men in the world, as is General Blair, who, in the end, gave me permission to try this experiment.
Within 10 days, I was down at Fort Dix.
He gave me my pick of units.
I picked one unit -- Charlie Company, Third of the 172nd, they're mountain infantry -- for two reasons.
One, they're infantry.
Number two, they were going to be based at LSA Anaconda, so I knew they would have Internet access.
The caveat for my access was I had to get the soldiers to volunteer.
This was a big thing that I think when Major H told me, I wasn't really totally gathering what that would mean.
So what that meant was, when I went down to Fort Dix, I had to hop out in front of 180 guys and tell them of my vision.
You can imagine the hailstorm of questions I got.
The opening one was, "What the fuck do you know about the National Guard?"
I started with the 1607 Massachusetts Bay Colony Pequot Indian Wars.
Gave them about a nine minute response, and there we went.
So, I'd like to show the clip of the film.
It's our trailer, because I know, obviously you guys are busy, many of you may not have had a chance to see it.
So, I want to show the trailer, and then I'm going to take apart one scene in detail.
If we could roll?
Stephen Pink: This is Sergeant Stephen Pink.
Michael Moriarty: Specialist Michael Moriarty.
Zack Bazzi: Do I really want to go? Probably not.
Soldier: We're not supposed to talk to the media.
SP: I'm not the media, dammit!
MM: The day is here. Life will change.
Voice: The real deal, man! Narrator: You ready?
Soldier: Bring it on! Narrator: You ready? Voice 2: Iraq, here we come!
ZB: Every soldier eventually wants to go in combat.
It's natural instinct.
SP: If you let fear get to you, then you're not going to be doing your job.
MM: Every single time you go out there, there's attacks.
It's unbelievable.
ZB: Hey, Nestor, your ass crack is right in my face.
Soldiers: IV! Are we on fire? IV!
Man down! Man down!
MM: Keep going, brother. You wanna play?
Michael Moriarty's Wife: It's really hard for him to not have his dad.
MM: This little kid is in the middle of a war zone.
Stephen Pink's Girlfriend: In the beginning, he's like, "Write something dirty!"
George W. Bush: The world's newest democracy.
MM: They're shooting at me.
SP: You don't put 150,000 troops in there, and say we're there to create democracy.
Soldier: We've got a drive through window at Burger King now.
SP: We're here to create money.
MM: I support George Bush. We're not there for the oil.
Jon Baril: The worst thing in my life.
SP: Baril, don't look at it, bud.
Michael Moriarty's Wife: He's not the same person anymore.
MM: I will not go back.
Kevin Shangraw: The Iraqi people are who we are there to help -- and we just killed one.
Soldiers: Sergeant Smith is down! Sergeant Smith is down?
There they are! Right there! Fire, fire!
JB: It'll be a better country in 20 years, 'cause we were there.
I hope.
Deborah Scranton: Thank you.
One of the things I'd like to talk to you about is having a conversation about something that is difficult to talk about.
And I'd like to relate an experience I had here at TED.
I don't know how many of you might imagine it, but there's actually a TEDster who recently got back from Iraq.
Paul? Come on, stand up.
This is Paul Anthony.
He served -- -- with the Marines, and I want to tell you a little, brief story.
We were one of the lucky ones to get in the class with the Sony cameras and the Vista software.
Right? And we started talking.
People will see my tag, and they'll see "The War Tapes," and then we'll start talking about war.
We got in a conversation with some other people in the class, and it went on and on.
I mean, we were there for an hour, talking.
And it really highlighted something that I would like to ask you guys to think about and hopefully to help with, which is, I think a lot of us are very afraid to have conversations about war, and about politics.
And really -- because maybe we're going to disagree.
Maybe it's going to get uncomfortable.
How do we open it up to really be able to have a conversation?
And you know, Paul was talking, and he then turned to Constance and said, "You know, I wouldn't have this conversation if she weren't here, because I know she has my back."
And I want to say, I was nervous.
Because I'm used to doing Q&As.
I really related to what James was saying yesterday, because I'm behind the camera.
You know, I can answer questions about my movie, but for me to come up and talk for 18 minutes is a really long time.
So, I wanted to say, Paul, I'm happy you're here, because I know you have my back.
This film was not about the Internet, but it could not have been made without it.
The guys' tapes on average took two weeks to get from Iraq to me.
In the meantime, the soldiers -- we would email and IM.
I didn't save all of them, because I didn't realize at the beginning that it would be something that I would want to keep track of.
But there were 3,211 emails and IMs and text messages that I was able to save.
The reason I quantify that is because we really embarked on this as a mutual journey to really get inside of it.
So I wanted to show you a clip, and then I was going tell you a little bit of how it got put together.
If we could roll the clip.
SP: Today is sport. [Unclear] Radio: [Unclear] Christian soldiers.
SP: We like to give these insurgents a fair chance.
So, what we do, we ride with the windows down.
Because, you know, we obviously have the advantage. I'm just kidding.
We don't fucking ride with the goddam windows down.
It's not true. Very unsafe.
Whoa.
Soldier: Right there.
SP: All right, let's get over to that site.
Be advised, we're leaving Taji right now.
We believe that the blast was right outside the gate of Taji, we're heading to that location now.
Soldier: That's a fucking car bomb!
Soldier: Motherfuckers!
Soldiers: Get your vest on!
Hey, get over the fucking -- yeah, yeah.
Any one-four elements get to the gate!
SP: Sheriff one-six, or any one-four elements, we need you at the gate of Taji right now, over.
Soldier: I'll walk you through it.
SP: Stay low. Head over to the right.
Get your bag, get your bag!
SP: It was mass casualties.
Probably 20 dead, at least 20 or 30 wounded Iraqis.
SP: It just looked like, you know, someone had thrown a quarter through a guy, and it was just like -- there was no blood coming from the shrapnel wounds.
Everything was cauterized, and it was just like there was a void going through the body.
This is the scene north.
They just removed a burnt body, or half a body from here.
I don't think there was anything left from his abdominal down.
This is blood.
And you know, you walk, and you hear the pieces of skin.
And that's it, that's all that's left.
I remember giving three IVs, bandaging several wounded.
Soldiers sitting in the corner of a sandbag wall, shaking and screaming.
Medics who were terrified and couldn't perform.
I later heard that Iraqi casualties were not to be treated in Taji.
They can work on the post for pennies, but can't die there.
They've got to die outside.
If one of those incompetent medical officers told me to stop treatment, I would've slit his throat right there.
21:00 hours, and it's just our squad going through today's events in our heads, whether we want to or not.
News Anchor: More violence in Iraq.
Twin suicide car bombings killed eight Iraqis and wounded dozens more near a coalition base north of Baghdad.
SP: We made the news.
I feel exploited and proud at the same time.
I've lost all faith in the media -- a hapless joke I would much rather laugh at than become a part of.
I should really thank God for saving my lucky ass.
I'll do that, then I'm gonna jerk off.
Because these pages smell like Linds, and there won't be any time for jerking off tomorrow.
Another mission at 06:00.
DS: Now -- -- thanks.
When I said earlier, to try and tell a story from the inside out, versus the outside in -- part of what Chris said so eloquently in his introduction -- is this melding.
It's a new way of trying to make a documentary.
When I met the guys, and 10 of them agreed to take cameras -- in total, 21 ended up filming.
Five soldiers filmed the entire time.
There are three featured in the film.
The way I learned about Taji was Steve Pink sent me an email, and in it, attached a photo of that burned body out at the car.
And the tone from the email was, you know, it had been a very bad day, obviously.
And I saw in my IM window that Mike Moriarty was at the base.
So, I pinged Mike and I said, "Mike, can you please go get that interview with Pink?"
Because the thing that very often is missing is, in the military what they call "hot wash."
It's that immediate interview after something immediately happens, you know.
And if you let time go by, it kind of softens and smooths the edges.
And for me, I really wanted that.
So, in order to get the intimacy, to share that experience with you, the guys -- the two most popular mounts -- there was a camera on the turret, the gun turret, Most of the Humvees, we ended up mounting two cameras in them.
So you get to experience that in real time, right?
The interview that you see is the one that Mike went and did within 24 hours of that episode happening.
Steve Pink reading his journal happened five months after he came home.
I knew about that journal, but it was very, very private.
And you know, you earn someone's trust, especially in doc filmmaking, through your relationship.
So, it wasn't until five months after he was home that he would read that journal.
Now, the news footage I put in there to try to show -- you know, I think mainstream media tries to do the best they can in the format that they have.
But the thing that I know you all have heard a lot of times, American soldiers saying, "Why don't they talk about the good stuff that we do?"
OK, this is a perfect example.
Pink's squad and another squad spent their entire day outside the wire.
They didn't have to go outside the wire.
There were not Americans hurt out there.
They spent their entire day outside the wire trying to save Iraqi lives -- the Iraqis who work on the post.
So, when you may hear soldiers complaining, that's what they're talking about, you know?
And I think it's such an amazing gift that they would share this as a way of bridging.
And when I talk about that polarity I get at so many different Q&As, and people are really opinionated.
But it seems like people don't want to hear so much, or listen, or try to have an exchange.
And I'm as fiery as the next person, but I really think -- you know, different speakers have talked about their concern for the world, and my concern is that we have to have these conversations.
And we have to be able to go into scary places where we may, you know, we think we know.
But we just have to leave that little bit of openness, to know.
There's such a disconnect.
And for me, it's trying to bridge that disconnect.
I'll share one story.
I get -- I'm often asked, you know, for me, what have been some of the special moments from having worked on this film.
And at screenings, inevitably -- you know, as I'm sure all of you obviously do speaking stuff -- usually you have people who hang around and want to ask you more questions.
And usually, the first questions are, "Oh, what kind of cameras did you use?"
But there's always a few guys, almost always, who are the last ones.
And I've learned over time that those are always the soldiers.
And they wait until pretty much everybody's gone.
And for me, one of the most profound stories someone shared with me, that then became my story, was -- for those of you who haven't seen the film, and it's not a spoiler -- it's very common there are a lot of civilian accidents, where people get in front of Humvees and they get killed.
In this film, there is a scene where an Iraqi woman is killed.
A soldier came up to me and stood, you know really, pretty close, a foot away from me.
He's a big guy.
And he looked at me, and I smiled, and then I saw the tears start welling up in his eyes.
And he wasn't going to blink.
And he said, "My gunner was throwing candy."
And I knew what he was going to say.
The gunner was throwing candy.
They used to throw candy to the kids.
Kids got too close, very often.
And he said, "I killed a child.
And I'm a father. I have children.
I haven't been able to tell my wife.
I'm afraid she's going to think I'm a monster."
I hugged him, of course, and I said, you know, "It's going to be OK."
And he said, "I'm going to bring her to see your film.
And then I'm going to tell her."
So when I talk about a disconnect, it's not only for maybe those people who don't know a soldier, which there obviously are. You know, these days, it's not like World War II, where there was a war front and a home front, and everybody seemed involved.
You can go for days here and not feel like there's a war going on.
And often, I'll hear people say, who maybe know that I did this film, and they say, "Oh, you know, I'm against the war, but I support the soldiers."
And I've started to ask them, "Well, that's nice. What are you doing?
Are you volunteering at a VA?
You go and see anybody?
Do you, if you find out your neighbor's been, do you spend some time?
Not necessarily ask questions, but see if they want to talk?
Do you give money to any of the charities?"
You know, obviously, like Dean Kamen's working on that amazing thing, but there's charities where you can sponsor computers for wounded soldiers.
I think, I challenge us to say -- to operationalize those terms, when we say we support someone, you know?
Are you a friend to them?
Do you really care?
And I would just say it's my hope, and I would ask you guys to please, you know, reach out a hand.
And really do give them a hug.
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Their sharp eyes scanned our surroundings.
However, Kathe stomped towards me and said happily,
âIt looks like the wind breath was very effective against those machines!â
âGAHAHAHA! Do you really think so? You are probably right.â
The magic machines had strong magic defense for both fire and wind.
And her attack had gone straight through it all, so there was no questioning its power.
In any case, Kathe was too relaxed.
âKathe, itâs too early to celebrate. Keep your guard up.â
âOh? I think it is alright now?â
âNo, there are probably still enemies in your house.â
âBut you burned them all away, Locke! Though, I am very anxious about my furniture... But there should not be any more enemies.â
Kathe was born as the strongest of living creatures, and so she had an optimistic view of it.
I was still worried, and so I said to her,
âMaybe the goblins and low-ranking vampires are dead, but there could be Archs and Lords.â
âNo, Locke. I doubt even Archs and Lords could have survived that.â
âI agree. Kathe may be too optimistic sometimes, but you are too pessimistic, Locke.â
I understood what Eric and Goran meant.
But any enemy who couldnât survive that fire was not very strong.
I could take them down with one hand behind my back.
On the other hand, anything that did survive deserved to be taken seriously.
âKathe, arenât you forgetting something? There are Evil Dragons, arenât there?â
âOh, that is right. But I donât sense their presence.â
âThey could be sleeping deep inside.â
âI do not think that even Evil Dragons would sleep while fire is blazing around them.â
But them being awake didnât mean they would come out.
They could be lying low and waiting for us to come inside.
âWell, letâs go in. Kathe, you take the rear.â
âI know. My claws and fangs are strong enough.â
And so we cautiously made our way into the palace.
As the paths were wide, I, Eric and Goran could walk side-by-side.
âThere is the toilet!â
âI see.â
Kathe explained as we walked.
Still, it was possible that there were enemies lurking in the toilets and kitchens too.
And so we had to check.
âIt doesnât seem like the fire did much damage.â
âWell, it is a dragon palace, after all.â
âAh, hereâs a medal. A Vampire Lord must have died in the fire.â
We found the occasional medal and pile of ash, but that was all.
There were no moving enemies.
âI hope so. Kathe, where is this trash can?â
Philly, the genius Alchemist, had suggested that this trash can was creating the magic machines.
âOh, that trash can is just around the corner.â
I walked a little faster, but remained cautious.
Just as we were about to turn the corner, a blade came swinging towards my neck.
I quickly bent backwards and out of its path.
It was a Vampire High Lord.
His sharp sword slashed at all three of us at once.
From behind him, an additional five Vampire Lords were charging at us.
âSo they survived the fire!â
Eric sounded very happy.
Maybe these vampires had been strengthened by the Evil God.
âDonât underestimate them, even if they are just Lords!â
âI know!â
Eric and Goran swung their weapons, not holding back even a little.
Given their number, each of us had to take down two of them.
Still, Eric and Goran were doing very well.
And so I fought with the Devil King Sword.
When in a party, my main role as a Sorcerer was defense.
Especially when indoors.
There werenât many opportunities to burn all opponents to the ground with overwhelming firepower.
But given the circumstances, it was much better to leave it to Eric and Goran.
âI, I...â
âKathe, watch our backs.â
âI know that!â
Like Sorcerers, Kathe was not able to live up to her full potential while indoors.
Her attacks were too strong and had too much range.
As I traded blows with one of the Vampire High Lords, his eyes began to flash.
It was Charm, a skill that vampires were very good at.
The other five vampiresâ eyes flashed as well.
They were pooling their power together to enhance the effect.
âHmph. As if Charm would have any effect!â
âHah, you almost made me dizzy for a second!â
Eric seemed quite fine. But Goran had me sweating for a moment.
He was probably joking, but I wished he wouldnât do that.
âGoran, hold yourself together!â
âNo, Iâm fine. Donât worry.â
While he was high in level, Goran was a Warrior. He had the lowest magic defense out of us three.
Even then, the power of five High Lords doing Charm together should not affect him.
Still, there was always a one in a thousandth chance.
âMaybe we should have brought an item to raise magic defense.â
I muttered as we fought. Thatâs when it happened.
âGGGOOOOARRRRHH!!
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âSheila, letâs go play in town now.â
âIn town?â
Jornwerner apparently didnât have much time because of his research, so today was the first time in a while that she had no plans after school. There was some homework to be done though, so it wasnât like she had nothing to do at all.
âIâm not saying you have to, but your grades seem to be improving steadily, and itâs good to take a break once in a while.â
Cody smiled at her gently, too, and Sheilaâs heart melted at once. She had been working too hard lately. Sheila was still a long way from being on par with everyone else, but sometimes she just wanted to forget all about her studies and relaxed.
Sheila nodded in agreement.
The three of them started walking hurriedly to the front door. They wanted to get home before the curfew, which was : p.m., so they had to hurry.
âBy the way, we usually eat out when we go into town, did you bring any money?â
âYeah. I get a little allowance in case something happens. As long as itâs not too expensive, I donât think itâll be a problem.â
When Sheila replied while peeking into her wallet, Zechs patted her roughly on the shoulder in a good mood.
âItâs a good, cheap place, so donât worry about it. And, after all, there are certain benefits.â
âBenefits?â
âItâs a girl, you know, a girl. The girl who works at the diner is cute. There are a lot of guys who are after her.â
âHmm.â
If anything, Sheila was more interested in walking around town more than girls.
The days passed by so quickly that Sheila had yet to walk around the royal capital even once. She still only knew the view from inside the carriage.
It reminded her of the pastries that Felix fed her. Sheila wondered if there were still plenty of gorgeous-looking and delicious sweets in the royal capital.
As she was filled with anticipation, Cody gave a charming smile.
âIâm glad that Jornwerner-sensei was able to teach you, so you were able to make time to play like this. Good for you, class will be fun if you can understand it, right?â
âYeah. Iâm grateful, but I donât want to say it was good.â
Cody blinked his chestnut eyes as he frowned at the memory of the intense exchange.
âIs Jornwerner-sensei harassing you in some way?â
âThatâs right. Weâre at peace because youâre acting as a barricade, you know?â
Zechs laughed lightly, while Codyâs expression turned serious. Sheila waved her hand hurriedly.
âNo, no, he just likes to touch me a little and teases me by saying weird things. But I donât think itâs harassment.â
The two men looked at each other with mysterious expressions. This was a familiar scene to her.
Zechs scratched his sandy-colored hair in a cumbersome manner and exhaled.
âSheila, be careful. I havenât heard any rumors about him, so I donât think heâs into that kind of thing.â
âThat kind of thing?â
Tilting her head, Sheila frowned even more.
âHaaa..... Havenât you ever felt anything when you saw those people hiding in the shadows?â
âAh, I see it sometimes. Iâve wondered what they were doing, too.â
Whenever Sheila saw a couple of people in the corner of a hallway, behind a staircase, or in an empty classroom, she wondered what they were doing. But before she could find out anything, Cody and the others would back out, so she never found out what was really going on.
âItâs better for you not to be tactless enough to watch..... You might be traumatized by the impact.â
Codyâs advice added even more question marks in her head.
âWhat impact?â
âââYouâre really thickheaded. Theyâre making out! Those people!â
Zechs shouted as if he couldnât stand it any longer.
People on the street pass by, glancing at them suspiciously. In this case, Sheila and the others were probably considered part of the group. Cody, perhaps feeling uncomfortable, looked down in embarrassment.
âUmm, what do you mean? Why do guys make out with each other?â
Zechsâ words hadnât yet fully penetrated. Sheila lowered her eyebrows as if at a loss.
Cody wanted to pretend to be a stranger, but he couldnât abandon the unusually timid Sheila and said in an admonishing tone.
â.... You know, at the academy, there are only men, including the teachers, right? When placed in such a special environment, even among men, it is possible for them to develop an affection for each other. If two men are alone in the shadows, you should assume that they are probably in love with each other.â
âEh.... but, ah, how do you make love? I mean, isnât it physically impossible?â
âDonât make us explain it to you!â
Zechs turned pale and screamed again. Cody covered his face this time. It was such a tragic scene that he wanted to cry.
An awkward silence fell, and they continued walking in silence for a while. The buzz of activity around them was deafening.
The hustle and bustle of the surroundings enveloped them; before they knew it, they had arrived at the central street of the royal capital.
The smiling face of a flower girl, the promotion of a bar, bargain sales at a butcher shop. These things that would normally excite her heart were, on the contrary, painful in her current state of mind.
It was Sheila who mustered up the courage to break the silence.
âUm, Cody and Zechs? That.... you guys are my close friends.â
The complexion of the two people, who were about to recover, immediately turned pale again.
âDonât misunderstand! Are you an idiot?! Thatâs why I said I was going to the bar!â
âSheila, you really must stop that misunderstanding. Itâs not that Iâm trying desperately to hide it or anything, itâs just that itâs really not it..... Donât look at me with those compassionate eyes. Donât smile benevolently or anything. Donât give me that weird attention. Donât nod like you know what Iâm talking about. Donât give me that âIâm rooting for you bothâ pep talk!â
A whirlwind of confusion ensued, and the place suddenly became noisy. However, since they were usually together, they were able to communicate with each other. The three of them managed to calm their feelings without any unwanted misunderstandings.
â.... I see, Iâm sorry. You two arenât dating, are you?â
Sheila breathed a sigh of relief as she adjusted her breathing, which had become rough for some reason. Even if the two of them were lovers, she would like to continue going out with them as before, but there would always be situations where she would have to be careful.
âBut I didnât know that the academy was like that....â
âWell, itâs only a small part of the story. We knew we had to tell you sometime, but you surprised us all of a sudden, didnât you? But now that you know, you have to be careful from now on. Youâre slender and have a womanâs face, you know. You canât be sure that you wonât be attacked.â
â.... Yes, I agree.â
It would be twice as bad if she was attacked and her body was touched, and they found out she was a woman. Sheila nodded repeatedly with a thoughtful expression.
âNo matter how feminine he looks, it only takes a few words to know that this guy is a man among men. Theyâll lose interest in five minutes you know, five minutes.â
â...â
Being declared a man among men was also complicated. As expected of the late bride and spinster of the village of Denan.
Well, Sheila was now convinced that she wasnât attractive enough and was someone who would make them lose interest in five minutes. Cody put his hand on her shoulder.
âIâve come all this way for a break, so letâs put all this talk to rest. Is there anywhere you want to go?â
Zechs raised his hand with lightning speed.
âThe diner! The signboard girl, Arin-chan! I desperately want to see her now!â
âI didnât ask you, Zechs. Sheila, what are you going to do? If you want, I can guide you there first.â
After thinking for a moment, Sheila looked up.
âââI want to go to the pastry shop!â | {
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â...though itâs abandoned... itâs still so... breathtaking.â
But as you would expect, after a period of two hundred years, the inside of the tower became layered in dust. Nevertheless, the beautiful designs that decorated the skyscraperâs interior still peeked out from under the grime. As I walked straight ahead, a cracked, yet impressive crimson throne came into view.
The shattered windows were once beautiful stained glass.
Poking a finger into a crack that ran along the wall, I recall the joyful memories made in this room.
Everyone was here with me.
Here, we discussed how we would increase our influence. This was the site where we made an oath as guild members and considered our future expeditions.
We made merry deep into the night, drowning ourselves in wine...
...wait a second, why do I recall these memories as if I was there in person? Ruphas was the one who drank wineânot me. I simply watched from a computer screen, right? What is there to reminisce about in the first place? It was only days ago that I split my territory into two parts. Itâs far too soon to get nostalgic about anything.
Iâm going to end up mistaking the game for reality if this continues.
Besidesâ
âHow strange. This should be my first time seeing this in person, but it somehow feels so nostalgic. I feel a sense of security by just being here.â
Nostalgia wells up in my chest.
It was as if I had returned home after a journey around the world.
A mysterious feeling.
Am I going crazy?
Or is my consciousness really merging with Ruphasâ?
Itâs impossible to know right now.
â...hm?â
My voice slipped out in surprise. Here, where none other than myself was permitted entry, a sound resounded through the room.
I turned towards the sound. There, a young girl I didnât recognize stood before me.
She possessed pale blue hair the color of the sea complimented by marine blue eyes. Her simple, white clothing wrapped lightly around her snow white skin. Moreover, her facial features were stunning.
...an unfamiliar face.
At the very least, she wasnât among guild members I gave permission to step foot on the highest floor of the tower. Who is she? And why is she here?
ââRuphas-sama! Arenât you Ruphas Mafahl-sama?â
Calling out my name, she scuttled over and gripped my hands tightly with her own.
Just the sincere smile plastered across her face was enough to express just how blessed she thought she was to witness my return.
Sadly, I donât recognize her at all.
âWho... are you?â
âHo-How cruel! Have you already forgotten me? Forgotten about Dina, your most loyal advisor? Iâve been waiting years in this tower for your return, you know!?â
Dina? Advisor?
What is this girl saying?
In place of an advisor, I had my guild members. Even then, none of them were named Dina. I never had an advisor, not to even mention a young girl named Dina...
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âno, she was there.
Thatâs right, I remember now.
When I first built the stronghold, I decorated the tower with various ornaments Among them, I faintly recall positioning an NPC, which paced aimlessly about the chamber. In an empty hall, Dina helped add depth to the background.
Shortly after giving it a name and a backstory, I had forgotten all about her. She was little more than an animated ornament. The next thing I knew, she became just another part of the background.
And that girl, out of her own free will, chose to spend years of her life waiting for my return?
Regardless of whether I remembered her or not?
She had remained faithful to the role I assigned her and continued to stay here, alone?
âAh, I see... I remember now. Forgive me, Dina. To forget an existence as important as yours... something must be wrong with me.â
This is not a game.
It struck me how naive my attitude towards this world had been up until now.
Forgetting an NPC in a game would just result in a couple seconds of confusion.
However, doing the same to a person with genuine emotions is an unforgivable insult to their existence.
âI commend you for your services. You have done well to protect this place during my absence, Dina.â
âIâI am unworthy of such praise!â
I will never again think of her as an âornament in the shape of a humanâ, but instead as another individual.
âUm, Ruphas-sama. How were you able to return to this world?â
âLevatin... should be the country that lies west from here. Theyâve shown signs of preparing to summon heroes before. So thatâs what it was...â
According to Dina, theyâve been working hard towards that goal for a while now.
Thank you so much for your efforts.
Andâhow do I say thisâforgive me. For your considerable hardships.
âAs you can see, I am quite ignorant of the ways of the world in this day and age. Iâve heard that the Demon King is still in good health, though.â
âThatâs right! Immediately after those obnoxious heroes defeated you, the heroes fell apart, the country became divided, and theyâve been beaten to a pulp by the Demon King ever since! How sloppy!â
Ah, yeah. Sorry, Dina. I guess disperse of influence went according to our plan. Rather, the final battle was just staged to release our influence...
The collapse of Ruphas Mafahlâs rule would signal the dawn of a new era. Various players would begin to expand their influence, aiming to become the new successor to the world.
And the Demon King should have been... the official last boss.
Unlike me, there were definite merits in defeating him. The Demon King had a hundred percent chance of dropping a rare item.
However, countries would never form an alliance to defeat it.
Rather, it would be troubling if an opposing nation defeated the Demon King. In addition, incompetent allies would only drag you down.
But that reasoning only stands if this was still a game.
Which in this case, I havenât a single clue why humanity would fall apart against the Demon King.
In the first place, to what degree was the game reflected in this world?
Would an in-game fight with the Demon King influence its history?
Or do the events of this world occur independently of the game?
..the more I think about it, the more disoriented I become. Just the fact that a game is reflected in this separate reality is already unusual in itself.
Just how is this world related to âX-gate onlineâ?
âRuphas-sama?â
âAh, excuse me. I was lost in thought. Dina, would you do me the favor of teaching me about the world I left?â
âYes, of course! If that will be of use to Ruphas-sama, then gladly!â
With a charming smile spread across her face, Dina replied without the slightest hint of hesitation
Whaâwhat a good girl... She really puts my heart at ease.
Well, thatâs one thing off my checklist. Iâve found something to protect.
Itâs simple. Cute girls are precious assets of any world.
As a man, itâs natural to want to protect them.
â...first, about the heroes that defeated you. Afterwards, each of the seven heroes decided to establish their own nations. Four of them have passed away due to old age, but the other three are still alive today.â
Those seven heroes undoubtedly refer to the seven players that stood alongside me as the top ranked players in the game. Each of them specialized in a different character class, and we conquered countless dungeons as a party. In other words, they were my former guild members.
...I wonder how theyâre all doing.
Could those heroes be players like me?
Or are they completely unrelated?
Of course, I would hope for the former, but I canât say anything for sure until I meet them in person. For now, letâs make meeting those three a goal while traveling this world.
âThe Twelve Heavenly Stars are all in good health. However, I only know the whereabouts of six of them. Among those six, two have joined the Demon King to take revenge on the humans you were defeated by.â
The class I had chose had the ability to tame monsters and possessed an inherent skill that gave you a chance of turning a defeated opponent into an ally.
To monster tamers that have little to no offensive power, it wouldnât be an overstatement to say their ability to reel in a strong monster is a matter of life and death.
I... lucked out.
A boss monster that only appeared during an event and a rare monster that almost never made its appearance. Having tamed these monstrosities of familiars, I proceeded to put of the most powerful monsters under Ruphasâ jurisdiction as her 12 generals. Then, I bestowed upon them the embarrassing title of the Twelve Heavenly Stars.
I thought it would be cool for a ruler to have something like the Four Heavenly Kings under his command. You can tell I was at the peak of puberty.
Letâs add one more objective to our travels.
I will collect the Twelve Heavenly Stars and take the responsibility to subdue them. Well, in reality, the thought that the familiars I raised were causing trouble for others made my stomach hurt.
Iâll stop them with brute force if I have to.
âHmph... Dina, could you mark the current locations of the 3 remaining heroes and The Twelve Heavenly Stars on a map?â
âYes, certainly.â
First, I must find out if the three heroes are players like me.
Then, if the Twelve Heavenly Stars are acting stupid, I will stop and recover them.
...Ah, right. Weâre also going to need a source of money. For a penniless individual like me, this is top priority. I will need to look for a way to acquire funds for our travels.
âIâve finished, Ruphas-sama. Iâve marked everything on this map.â
Accepting the map from Dina, I scanned over the contents.
As for the heroes, the closest one is positioned at a country called Suvell, which is about 1,400 kilometers north from our current location.
The elf hero has taken up residence here.
Furthermore, âThe Ramâ, Aries, is preparing for the invasion of Suvell in a castle at the foot of the volcano nearby.
...what in hell does this sheep think itâs doing?
Anyways, this should be our first destination.
Iâm going to have to stop that sheep before a hole opens up in my stomach.
However, I would be lying if I said I wasnât excited.
Now then, letâs start with looking for a job. | {
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â.... Yeah... If itâs you, you will âdefinitelyâ be able to achieve that. Please take care on your journey.â
âThis conversation occurred a few thousand years in the past.
At the time, the world was on the brink of annihilation by the hands of the King of the Demons, who was leading the army of darkness to wipe out the humanoids, when the hero rose up together with his trusted comrades with whom he had tightly knit and strong bonds.
To those people, Pollux bestowed legendary equipment, taught them the King of the Demonsâs weakness and sent them on their way.
On a journey of death that she knew for certain they would never be able to return from.
After sending them away, Pollux lowered her head.
â.... How stupid. Why is that no one ever raises any questions...? Even though everything is going far too smoothly.â
The King of the Demonsâs weakness? .... Donât make me laugh. Thereâs no such thing.
After all, that thing is a divine beast created by the Goddess to manage the world. He is one of the pillars which make up the arbitrators.
He is an agent of the Goddess and has the same sort of existence as my real body.
In the face of such a thing, there was no way for the humans to be able to win. People were just not made by the Goddess to be able to win against that thing.
If they fought with each other seriously, the outcome was already predetermined.
But even then, the heroes were likely to win. That was how the scenario was completed.
The King of the Demons would be defeated and after a few thousand to tens of thousands of years... when the Goddess judged it to be necessary, he would change his name, change his appearance and terrorize the humanoids once more.
The humanoids did not know. Nobody knew.
That all of the evil kings who appeared in the legends and histories were actually the same individual.
The Destruction God appeared when humans were first created from the flugel race and was only defeated because the âfirst humanâ, Aeneas, sacrificed his life to do so.
The Beast God threw the world into war and turmoil during the age the beastkins first came into existence.
The Titan God led the army of giants and rampaged to its heartâs delight.
This time, it named itself the Great Demon King and the next time it appeared again, it would be named something else. But the humanoids did not know that they were all exactly the same person.
Furthermore, she herself was one of the actors in the scenario.
She was a grim reaper who disguised herself as someone who helped out the humanoids, whilst inflicting them with the poison called hope and sending them to certain death. That was the true identity of the Fairy Princess. Although they were separated into the two roles known as ally and enemy, there was no difference in substance between the two of them.
That was why... she had to... couldnât help but spew forth poison.
â.... So stupid... Why do they... look at me with such honest eyes... and believe in me....? Doubt me....! Think that somethingâs wrong! Shouldnât you be able to figure it out if you think about it a bit!? That thereâs only neatly and conveniently placed weak magical beasts near your starting city so that youâre able to become stronger... That you were handed weapons and equipment so that you could gradually get stronger... And that thereâs this suspicious woman called the Fairy Princess who just so happens to know the enemyâs weakness...! However you think about it, isnât it just weird!? .... Iâm begging you. Doubt me already... Please stop getting fooled...â
Until this moment, Pollux had sent off heroes many times... many, many times... many, many, many times.
With a smile, she guided them, handed them weapons, gave them advice and provided them with trials so that they could become stronger.
And she would realise it every time. Their desires from the bottom of their hearts for the peace of the world was unmistakably real. They were people worthy enough to truly be called heroes.
There was once a young man who told her that he loved the world â but he died without being able to see peace arrive in the world that he loved.
There was once a swordsman who told her that he would become as strong as he needed to be for the sake of the person he loved â but by the time peace had arrived, he was already dead with and alongside the person he loved.
There was once a cheerful man who told her with a hearty smile that he wanted to show a peaceful world to his children â but he died without even being able to see the face of the child who was born.
There was once a kind female warrior who journeyed to certain death despite being a woman for the sake of the people important to her and for the future â but right now, there was not even a single trace of her bones left in this world.
Everyone... was guided to certain death by Pollux.
Just as the scenario willed it to be, peace returned to the world and the hero dramatically passed away in a beautifully adorned manner.
â............. I canât.... anymore....â
Polluxâs well-featured face became dishevelled and distorted. She covered her face with her hands and collapsed down on her knees.
Their eyes, full of trust, were heart-breaking. Their words, full of gratitude, were painful.
As they told her of the future that would come once the world was peaceful, their figures... were so dazzling to her... yet it was so sad...
Just how many of those heroes, who should have had their own futures, did she let die without helping them?
Rightfully, they ought to have been the ones who were rejoicing once peace was restored in the world the most. So why was there a need for them to die?
Either way, their lives were short. The lifespan of a person was at most a few thousand years even if they were of a long-lived race... She had always thought that it would have been fine to let them spend their lives however they wanted to as a reward for the difficult battle that they had to go through.
But the Goddess hated leaving overly strong individuals who possessed too much power alone.
That was why, every time, âheâ would deal a fatal wound to the hero before purposefully pretending to be defeated.
That was why... the hero she had just sent out today also wouldnât be returning. He would not be able to reunite with his lover who told him that she would be waiting for his return.
Pollux always prayed that they would not come to her.
However, the Goddess, who was the object of that prayer, desired for that outcome.
That was why they would always appear before the Fairy Princess without fail. They were guided by fate.
Would it be fine if she did not lend them a hand? No, if those individuals were so half-baked that they would stop at that, they would not even be able to arrive before her in the first place.
Furthermore, in those cases, the hero would just challenge âhimâ without possessing enough strength and die needlessly. At that point, the dead heroâs son or their relative would inherit the curse known as becoming a hero.
What if she just announced the truth of the matter?
That was also a no. Even if she did something like that, she would only shorten their lifespans. The Goddess most likely would not let go of people who knew the truth.
âHow many times do I have to repeat this...? How many times do I have to fool them...? How many more times do I... have to kill those children...? Answer me, please... Goddess-sama...â
I donât want to do this anymore â
Polluxâs spirit was already almost at the breaking point.
She did not want to do the job of stepping on brave flowers that were trying to bloom in this deprived wasteland.
She had repeated that process endlessly for tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years.
Because she loved the people who were being born. Because their appearances as they desperately tried to live even in a world like this was dazzling beyond anything else.
After repeatedly looking after people from many different periods of time, she had started to feel affection towards them like she would towards her own children.
She wanted to protect them. She wanted to hug them. She wanted to free them from hell.
However, the reality was the complete opposite. She was nothing more than a grim reaper who would drop them down into hell. She was nothing more than a heretic who stepped on flowers.
â.... It would be for the best if someone like me... didnât bud in the first place.â
If she had remained an avatar, how much easier would it have been?
If she was just a spirit who was being controlled by her real body, she would not have had to suffer through such a painful experience.
Pollux took out her short sword which she kept for self-defence and aimed it towards her own throat.
Thatâs right... itâd be best for her to disappear. It would only be appropriate for someone like her to disappear.
ââ! Stop it, Pollux!â
However, her hand was stopped by the other half of herself, her brother.
Pollux tried to shake her brotherâs hand away, but her arm strength could not compare to his.
â... Please let go, older brother.â
âNo. I wonât.â
Castor tightly hugged Pollux.
Pollux was devoid of so much vigour that it felt like she would immediately disappear if he did not do so.
Whilst Castor slowly calmed his sister down, he could not help but curse the Goddess.
Ahh, God. Omnipotent Goddess, Alovenus. Why do you treat her so badly?
Pollux is not a girl who can bear such a role.
She is far too kind to be able to continue doing this.
He wished he could exchange places with her. He wanted to exchange places for her.
But it was impossible. The heroes would, without fail, come to seek an audience with âthe Fairy Princessâ.
In all likelihood, the Goddess applied her hand so that they would hear information that would drive them to seek her out.
And his sister was someone who would answer if she was sought after. It was because she knew that the situation would only get worse if she did not do so.
In the end, he was just a byproduct that was left over from the creation of the supreme being known as the Fairy Princess.
He had no talent other than to fight. A good-for-nothing fairy. A recessive product which was thrown away in the process of giving birth to the dominant product.
However, Pollux could no longer continue playing the role that she was given. She had reached her limit.
If this continued, she would break.
Even if she were able to slowly recover from the mental scars that she had suffered over the long years that had passed, the wounds would only be reopened along with a new scar.
And the repeated process of the still-healing scars being pried open had caused Pollux to reach the current point of no return where her wounds had become too deep.
Her feeling of guilt never disappeared. It only continued to weigh her down at the bottom of her heart.
It would have been for the best if she was someone who was irresponsible enough to be able to forget about it all.
It would have been for the best if she was rational enough to be able to leave it behind the horizon of lapsed memories.
However, Pollux was not able to do that.
Because she was unable to do that, she was slowly breaking apart.
That was why Castor prayed.
Anyone... anyone was fine.
Someone who could destroy this hellish place in the most literal sense. Someone who would show up to rip and throw away even the Goddessâs scripts.
â He had almost given up after being convinced that such a thing would never be possible.
â It would have been for the best if he had not prayed.
A few thousand years later, Castor was deeply, deeply regretful of his prayer from the past.
On that day, the embodiment of hell that repainted hell itself stepped into the Land of the Fairies.
Her black wings asserted an ominous presence. Her beautiful face, brimming with absolute confidence in herself, would make even beasts smile.
Behind her was an army of magical beasts which were on standby.
Using a special skill available in her position as the Fairy Princess, she checked the level of the intruder only to almost faint instinctively as a result.
The level of the intruder was â .
Eh... what is, this... monster?
Wrong. This was definitely not a hero. As if she would be able to bear a hero like this.
Having said that, it was not âhimâ either.
This was not an existence which was prepared by the Goddess. To begin with, the Goddess, who had let previous generations of heroes die because she hated people with too much power, would not create a senseless thing like this on her own.
Furthermore, wasnât this woman ignoring the level limit set by the Goddess?
.... She had heard about it in rumours. There was an existence which âheâ... Orm, who was currently calling himself the Demon King, was truly afraid of and was avoiding direct confrontation with.
However, Pollux had thought of that as nothing more than an exaggeration. After all, there were many others in the past who were being made such a fuss for no reason.
But the troublesome part about this time was that it was actually true.
What should I do...? This person... might ignore the scenario and actually kill Orm.
This was not a scenario made by the Goddess.
It would not be a fabricated victory as if it was scripted in a play.
This was a real monster who could even fight against the serious Orm, defeat and suppress him in a direct battle, then come out as the true and authentic winner.
Without a doubt, it was a bug in this world which had appeared naturally, independent of the Goddessâs will.
With âthatâ in front of her, Pollux asked a question with a shaky voice.
âU, um... do you have some business with me?â
âYes. Iâve heard that there was a Fairy Princess who used some mysterious techniques in this land... I thought it would be interesting to welcome the Goddessâs underling as my subordinate, so I came here. Well, speaking candidly... I came to tame you, Fairy Princess, Pollux. And you, her brother, Castor.â
ââ-â
They were speechless.
It took her a few seconds to even comprehend the words which were spoken.
Eh? What? Am I going to get tamed? Am I being treated as a magical beast?
Until this moment, there had been a countless number of times humanoids had visited the Land of the Fairies.
There had been countless times in the past where she had been the target of prayers like âPlease help us, Fairy Princess.â There had also been countless times where she had been begged for advice.
However... there had never been a fool who had come with the intention to capture her, until now. She wouldnât have been able to bear with it if there was.
âAhh, needless to say, itâs fine for you to resist. You two also have the right to refuse. If you do not wish to serve under me, you should struggle with all your might.â
âThen weâll do just that!â
Castor raised his anchor up and the Argo, which carried the heroic spirits, levitated into the sky.
The sister summoned and the brother commanded.
With that, the undefeated invincible cheat skill [Argonautai] was completed.
However, the black-winged woman took one look at the ship and lightly jabbed at it.
Immediately afterwards, a massive hole opened up in the Argo and it began to go down in flames and smoke.
Eh? ... wait, eh? Did the... Argo just... sink? Is this some kind of a bad joke!? Did she... just sink the Argo with nothing but the pressure from her fist!? That ship is as hard as orichalcum, you know!?
This was truly an existence which defied logic.
No, perhaps it was actually logic who disliked her and was running away from her with all its might.
Meanwhile, the summoned heroes were all rendered unable to move just from Coercion alone whilst the fairy siblings were barely able to simply sit on the floor.
She didnât know. She didnât know someone like this existed. To put it another way, this was a hell which surpassed hell, a despair which shattered despair. It was something unreasonable that trampled on the unreasonable, something irrational that destroyed the irrational.
And she was someone who ripped and threw away even the Goddessâs script â an existence that she had long been waiting for.
That woman stood in front of Pollux and looked down into the eyes of the Fairy Princess.
âYour eyes are like those of a dead person. I see that youâre really feeling the weight of the role that the Goddess assigned to you.â
â!?â
âWhat is it? What is there to be surprised about? Did you think that I would not know about it? Sure, I realise that Iâm not actually someone thatâs particularly clever... but even I would notice something thatâs this blatantly obvious. You and the Demon King. For people who are supposed to be opposing each other as light and darkness, you guys sure seem to be balanced out perfectly, as if it was arranged beforehand. And itâs not just that. You see, Megrez decoded a stone slate that was hidden deep in some ruins and by the looks of you, youâve been repeatedly confronting the same person over and over and over again. Itâs just like a pendulum that swings back and forth between light and darkness, back and forth between hope and despair. So Iâm convinced of it, you see. The two of you are colluding with each other. ... Iâm spot on, am I not?â
Ruphas raised Polluxâs chin using her fingertips and looked into her eyes.
âYou must have suffered after fooling people countless times and letting them be killed without being able to help. Your mind must be getting really worn out from wondering how many times youâd have to repeat the cycle. Rejoice â this is the last time!â
â!!â
âIf the Goddess will not answer, I will answer it for you. The curtain that signals the end of the play will soon arrive. Once that is done, you will no longer have to send anyone to certain death... Because I will destroy the stage of the play altogether.â
Listening to the words spoken by Ruphas, Pollux finally realised that she was dealing with a devil.
An evil devil which went against the Goddess. This woman was exactly that.
However Pollux thought about it, this woman was moving whilst completely ignoring the Goddessâs script. For someone like her to have been born must have been completely outside of the Goddessâs calculations.
But... ahh... how ironic.
That the one to tell her the words she wanted to hear the most would be the devil.
No, was it because she was a devil that she knew what Pollux wanted?
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And today, 45 years later, we clearly have no less need for this kind of clarity and perspective, but what we do have is improved technology.
Today we don't need one million light bulbs to create a spherical display.
We can use LEDs.
LEDs are smaller, they're cheaper, they're longer lasting, they're more efficient.
Most importantly for this, they're faster.
And this speed, combined with today's high-performance micro-controllers, allows us to actually simulate, in this piece, over 17,000 LEDs -- using just 64.
And the way this happens is through the phenomenon of persistence of vision.
But as this ring rotates at about 1,700 rpm -- that's 28 times per second.
The equator's speed is actually about 60 miles per hour.
There are four on-board micro-controllers that, each time this ring rotates it, as it passes the rear of the display, it picks up a position signal.
And from that, the on-board micro-controllers can extrapolate the position of the ring at all points around the revolution and display arbitrary bitmap images and animations.
But this is really just the beginning.
In addition to higher resolution versions of this display, my father and I are working on a new patent-pending design for a fully volumetric display using the same phenomenon.
It achieves this by rotating LEDs about two axes.
So as you can see here, this is a, eleven-inch diameter circuit board.
These blocks represent LEDs.
And so you could see that as this disc rotates about this axis, it will create a disc of light that we can control.
That's nothing new: that's a propeller clock; that's the rims that you can buy for your car.
But what is new is that, when we rotate this disc about this axis, this disc of light actually becomes a sphere of light.
And so we can control that with micro-controllers and create a fully volumetric, three-dimensional display with just 256 LEDs.
Now this piece is currently in process -- due out in May -- but what we've done is we've put together a small demo, just to show the geometric translation of points into a sphere.
I've got a little video to show you, but keep in mind that this is with no electronic control, and this is also with only four LEDs.
This is actually only about 1.5 percent of what the final display will be in May.
So, take a look.
And here you can see it's rotating about the vertical axis only, creating circles.
And then, as the other axis kicks in, those actually blur into a volume.
And the shutter speed of the camera actually makes it slightly less effective in this case.
But this piece is due out in May.
It'll be on display at the Interactive Telecommunications Spring Show in Greenwich Village in New York City -- that's open to the public, definitely invite you all to come and attend -- it's a fantastic show.
There are hundreds of student innovators with fantastic projects.
This piece, actually, will be on display down in the Sierra Simulcast Lounge in the breaks between now and the end of the show.
So I'd love to talk to you all, and invite you to come down and take a closer look.
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Today was the day when Gramps would be finally leaving the village.
I am happy, excited, and a little anxious at the same time. If the king did something, I would not be strong enough to protect Gramps.
âDuke, promise me you will protect Gramps.â
I said this while looking at him straight in the eyes, and Duke nodded quietly.
Duke had actually wanted to go to the impoverished village, but I had stopped him. The situation was not good enough for him to go there yet. There were still many people who disliked the aristocrats.
Of course, Alicia was a noble, but she was an exception. There was a big difference between Alicia, who had rebuilt the village, and the prince, who had never been to the village.
I understand that just because Duke had never been to the impoverished village, it didnât mean he hadnât done anything, but the people in the village didnât see it that way. And Duke understood that.
âTake care of him.â
I nodded at Dukeâs words and looked back at Henry before I left.
It would take a long time to get to the impoverished village.
I shudder to think that Alicia had to run this distance with a book in her hand. What in the world was she doing alone, what was she punishing herself for? How could she come to the impoverished village every night, regardless of how much she cared about it?
I kept moving while thinking about this.
âGramps!â
As soon as I arrived at the village, I ran over to Gramps.
Everyone was out early in the morning to see him off. Everyone seems reluctant to let go of this village hero.
But we need to get him out of there. We need him out here so that we can free everyone from this village....
âTake this and letâs get out of here.â
Gramps took a deep breath before answering.
âLetâs go.â
He took the bottle from my hand and downed the Abel in one gulp. A little thin pink liquid remains at the bottom of the bottle.
At last, Gramps was free. We would finally be able to leave this village.
My heart was pounding loudly. I was excited about Grampsâ release.
I couldnât wait to see how he would change the situation in this country.
âIâm a little nervous about meeting him, but...â
With that, he steps toward the foggy wall. I followed Gramps.
By âthat guy,â he probably means the king.
I wondered how long it had been since he had seen the outside world. Unlike me, Gramps had come to this village after he had been in the outside world. I wondered how he could endure this kind of life when he had experienced the life of royalty.
I gazed at Grampsâ big, strong back as I thought of this.
I could feel everyoneâs eyes watching us from behind. It would be a lie to say that there were no glances of resentment or envy, but it seemed that most of them were happy to see us off.
The air was murky, but better than it had been, and the village was always gloomy and smelled foul.
Once outside, most people would never think of coming back.
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(Sheâs already awake, even though itâs so early.)
Mira looked to her side, only seeing an empty pillow. On the other side, Luna was still sleeping on her pillow, curled into a ball and breathing slowly. She smiled a bit watching Luna, and then opened the menu of her bracelet to check the current time.
(Oh, I just woke up late...)
It was already past :am. Mira closed the menu and stretched out, then got out of bed and headed to the living room. On her way there, she spotted a certain outfit left on a small table. Clothes with a very familiar design on them.
(Itâs so well made.)
She picked it up and held it in front of her, it was her Magic Robe Set. Mira decided she might as well put it on, sliding her arms through the sleeves, but a knock on the door stopped her, soon after which Mariana in a maid outfit peeked her head through the door.
ãGood morning, Lady Mira.ã
ãGood morning.ã
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She understood exactly what Mira was about to do, so she came at the perfect moment to help. Without waiting for Mira to accept or reject her help, she approached Mira and quickly began helping her get dressed.
Mariana was also very willing to make Miraâs hair, taking two almost transparent blue ribbons and tying her hair to each side. Watching her already cute appearance be enhanced with those twin tails, Mira looked quite satisfied with herself when she stood in front of a mirror.
Luna woke up just when the girls were about to have breakfast, which was the best way a pet could wake up. After everyone ate, Mira explained her next plans to Mariana.
She would first report her findings to Solomon, and depending on how the decoding of Soul Howlâs traces went, she could have her next destination set already. If it was a very distant place, it would be a considerable amount of time before she came back again.
Mira felt bad about that, but Mariana told her to not worry and just smiled, though there was slight loneliness hidden in it. Still, Mariana would not grieve any more, knowing her master would definitely return again was enough to keep her motivated.
Seeing that Mariana did not mind it too much, Mira felt more relieved and looked at the mark on the back of her hand, being made aware of how strong that bond was.
ãItâs time for me to go now.ã
Mira said standing up, having finished a cup of black tea after breakfast and petted Lunaâs fur for plenty of time. Before she left, Mariana went to get a basket from the kitchen and handed it to Mira.
ãIâve prepared lunch for you as well, make sure to enjoy it later.ã
ãMm, thanks.ã
Mira thanked her as she took the basket, mindlessly patting Marianaâs head. That act happened completely naturally and without hesitation, which surprised even Mira. But it also meant that a wall that stood between the two had crumbled, and as Mira saw Mariana smile happily under her hand, she knew that was the best decision they could have taken.
ãIâll leave the rest in your hands.ã
Mira hugged Luna tightly and then gave her to Mariana, who received her carefully and bowed to Mira.
While it was a short exchange, and both of them were girls, the endearing tone of Marianaâs voice made it sound like a wife that was used to seeing her husband off like that.
But Mira was still oblivious to that, as well as the slight pout on Marianaâs cheeks who was still expecting to be hugged. Noticing that would be Miraâs future homework.
Mira walked out of the tower and got ready to take off when she saw the tower standing next to hers, which made her remember something. That was the Tower of Necromancy, and Mira had promised Amaratte something. After talking with Lily, the maid, she said that Amaratte could come to the castle any time to get her measurements taken.
(I almost forgot about that.)
Mira decided to take care of that before she left for the city and entered the Tower of Necromancy.
When everyone noticed that a young silver-haired girl entered the Tower of Necromancy, their gazes all focused on her and stayed silent. As opposed to the Tower of Summoning, there were quite a few people working day and night in research there. Being made painfully aware of that fact, Miraâs shoulders drooped as she headed to the top floor. Everyone watched her go, starting to murmur amongst themselves ãSheâs that girlã, not even wondering why she had come there, instead talking about rumors they heard about her power, as well as her appearance.
When Mira reached the top floor, she used Life Sensing to figure out that there were people in both the aideâs room and the office. Since Amaratte was the vice-elder, it made more sense for her to be in the office. With that conclusion in mind, Mira opened the door of the office. Soon after she felt someone approach her, it was Amaratte without her usual red hood.
ãOh, itâs Mira. I guess you came because of that favor I asked, seeing you came all the way here.ã
Amaratte smiled softly seeing Mira, quickly realizing why she was there. Mira nodded, while at the same time wondering how it was possible that Amaratteâs appearance could change so much by simply removing the red hood.
ãLily looked quite excited to work with you as well. They would like to measure you, so they wanted to know at which time youâd be free.ã
ãI see. Thank you, Mira. Maybe Iâll go today even.ã
Saying that, Amaratte smiled broadly, something that seemed impossible from the first impression Mira had of her. Next, she went to a shelf next to the door and took a small package from it, ãhereâs your rewardã she handed it to Mira.
ãIt was nothing big, thereâs no need to thank me.ã
ãWell, itâs not just to return the favor. Take it as my appreciation, and something I thought would fit you perfectly.ã
ãFit me? What even is in there?ã
ãHehehe, check it later. Iâm sure youâll like it.ã
Mira looked at the package for a bit before storing it in her Item Box. ãThatâs all I had to say, see you later,ã she said while walking into the elevator and going down to the ground floor.
ãShe has white almost translucent skin and silver hair. Black is the perfect match for that. You think so as well, right Charlotte?ã
Amaratte asked someone else, and a tall woman walked out of the aideâs room. She wore a thin black outfit, reminiscent of a mourning dress, and had almost too perfect facial features. Her right eye was covered with an eyepatch, while her right one was black and hollow-like, appearing brittle in a weird way. The woman called Charlotte was the Tower of Necromancyâs aide, from a vampire tribe known as Daylight Walker.
ãI canât really agree with you on that. I still believe white would be a better choice.ã
Charlotteâs gaze followed Mira as she went down the tower, clearly ascertaining her opinion. Her pupil wavered like some sort of spirit, still following the silver-haired girl even though she was occluded by a wall.
ãOh, our opinions differ once again.ã
ãNot even you can change my mind on that.ã
They smiled eerily at each other, contradicting auras welling up around them.
When Mira was outside that tower, she went straight towards the Tower of Magic. She had to visit Luminaria next to ask if the sacred tree wood shavings she had could be used as a replacement for World Tree Ash.
ãHeyyy, Luminaria! Are you there? Please responddd!ã
Mira spoke loudly as she violently battered the door of Luminariaâs room. As the loud banging spread around, the door was swung open by a bright red figure.
ãWhen are you going to learn?! Though I have to admit I kinda missed this!ã
She sounded annoyed, but also somewhat glad as Luminaria lowered the leg she lifted to kick the door.
Mira spoke while puffing up her chest, but Luminaria grabbed her cheeks with one hand and pulled her closer, though it was not with much force and only for show.
ãSo, what do you need?ã
She gently pushed Miraâs head away as she let go of her face, then reclined against the door frame as her forelocks danced in front of her face. Mira began browsing through her bracelet.
ãYou asked for something like ashes of a sacred tree, yes? This is what I was able to get.ã
She took a portion of the sacred tree shavings she had and gave them to Luminaria.
Mira spoke of ashes, but instead Luminaria received some wood shavings. Still, Luminaria could hardly think Mira would give her some miscellaneous items when talking about something else, so she asked to confirm her suspicion.
ãAre these World Tree Shavings?ã
ãYes, exactly. Maybe you can use them to make ashes? Iâve never heard of someone doing that before, but maybe it could work? At least itâs a possibility.ã
ãSo thatâs what you had in mind. Still, I wonder if that would really work. Iâve never tried it either, but Iâm sure weâll know if we ask at the Crafterâs Union. That place is filled with weirdos who have no qualms experimenting on any item no matter how rare it is, so Iâd bet theyâve tried it.ã
World Tree Shavings had many varied uses, as well as very strong properties, but it was still very rare to come by and pricey. On the other hand, World Tree Ash had only one use, as an ingredient for a unique item called Secret Stone of Purification, so there was nowhere as much demand for it as the shavings. It was still possible to get the ashes, but they were much rarer to find, and there was no point in having them unless someone really needed a Secret Stone of Purification, so no one would waste such a rare ingredient as the shavings to produce an almost useless item.
ãWell, thereâs also the Farmerâs Union and the Fisherâs Union, you know.ã
ãThings are really starting to become like our former world here. At this rate, we might even get something like the United Nations soon.ã
Mira said with a dry laugh, drooping her shoulders, but Luminaria laughed saying ãThereâs already something like that.ã When Mira asked what she meant, Luminaria gave a brief explanation.
There was a group called the âRising Sun Committeeâ, created secretly by the leaders of all the countries founded by former players. Since they all were not originally from this world, they held modern pacifist morals, and now that this world stopped being a virtual one and was reality, they decided they had to put a stop to the warring games from the past and try to spread those ethics throughout this world. All of the members introduced themselves with their real names, and agreed on that plan.
Atlantis, the biggest player made country, took the lead of the group, inviting the other countries for the first meeting they had which ended with them banning any form of war declaration.
Thanks to that, wars had gotten much less intense after that, though there were still a few cases. Those were caused by the remaining countries, ruled in the past by NPCs, which were much harder to influence by the former players. The Rising Sun Committee members called them Primeval Countries, which were much more numerous than those led by former players.
There was a large gap between the ideology of former players who all held modern Japanese ideals, avoiding wars as much as possible; and those who lived their entire life in this world. As a result, some of the player-ruled countries that were surrounded by Primeval Countries would constantly get harassed by them whenever they showed weakness, in some cases leaving them with rather deplorable lifestyles. As a result, some of them ended up getting fed up with those constant attacks and ended up returning fire.
So the Rising Sun Committeeâs agreement was amended, stating that
war between two countries led by former players was banned, while it was highly dependent on the situation when it came to Primeval Countries.
ãFrom what I heard, theyâre still constantly trying to find ways to make other countries comply. Though for that they need to get rid of the source of conflict first. There are those who fight over territorial disputes, or economic reasons, others just to survive or to get better living conditions. Theyâre not exactly bad reasons, but it still feels wrong. It would be so easy if we could just get together and be friends, but ideologies, history, geography and other invisible evils get in the way. Though well, in the end, Iâm not really the best at this kind of things, to be honest.ã
ãSame here, I just trust Solomon will do a good job.ã
The two spoke in a lively tone at the end of their conversation, though Mira secretly thanked Solomon for taking care of all those things.
ãAnyway, if these can be used to get ashes, then next comes the Crimson Kingâs Sword, right?ã
They parted ways after that. Luminaria immediately called Litaria and told her to contact the Crafterâs Union. Mira went to the elevator, where she began rummaging through her memories to picture Arkiteâs location on the map. If things were still similar to the past, then there were many Primeval Countries near Arkite.
(Itâs taking a while to sink in, but thatâs what war means now. Once the fighting starts, people will truly die. And we need to stop that from happening...)
As Mira left the Tower of Magic, she was made aware once again of just how heavy and important her current mission was.
Summoning Pegasus, Mira left the towers and Silver Horn behind. A few hours later she arrived at the castle in Lunatic Lake, the capital of Arkite.
She quickly greeted the guards keeping watch at the entrance, then entered and began looking around for someone who could point her to Solomonâs current location. As was fitting for the royal castle in the capital, the ceiling was decorated with chandeliers, walls covered with paintings, sets of armor lining the corridors illuminated by nearby lamps, and the floor covered in a magnificent red carpet with detailed embroidering. Mira marveled once again at the luxurious building as she walked through it.
(Even the entrance is this magnificent. I wonder who painted that on the wall though.)
One of the paintings caught her attention, making her wonder if it was made in good taste or bad, a large painting portraying a lake with half-naked spirits. They were all female, drawn as they ran along the water, imbuing the picture with a strong sense of motion. Then there was another painting, this time in a smaller frame, displaying a girl covered only by a thin piece of cloth holding hands with an angel flying in the sky. In her previous world pictures like these would have been considered mundane illustrations, but here they were displayed in gorgeous frames.
As she observed those paintings, her mind thinking of miscellaneous things, she noticed a familiar face further along the corridor. Suleyman was pushing a trolley loaded with countless books.
ãOh, hello Suleyman. You came at the perfect moment.ã
Mira ran up to him while saying that, which made Suleyman stop and turn to look at her with a smile.
ãIf it isnât Lady Mira. Welcome back.ã
ãMm, Iâm back.ã
He let go of the trolley and quickly bowed to Mira. She also returned the greeting before taking a quick look at the books he was transporting. The titles were very diverse and varied, but there was one common trait between them, they all were about historic events from long ago.
ãIâm sorry Iâm pushing so many things on you. Iâd love to help you, but Iâm really bad at decoding things like that.ã
ãNo need to worry about that, Iâm actually grateful to you. I never thought a day would come when all my knowledge on history and spirits would be of use to His Majesty Solomon. But now I feel fulfilled every day, and all thanks to everything youâve brought back from your travels.ã
A friendly aura irradiated from Suleyman as he spoke, glad from the bottom of his heart. Hearing him, Mira was reminded of how he always had a positive personality like that.
ãAre you going to report your new findings now, Lady Mira?ã
ãThat was the plan. So tell me, whereâs Solomon right now?ã
ãAt this time heâs usually in his office. Let me take you there.ã
Suleyman started taking the trolley to an inconspicuous corner so he could leave it there while he guided Mira, but she felt bad for interrupting him while he worked.
ãNo, itâs fine. You look pretty busy as is, and I remember the way there anyway.ã
Saying that, she turned to look towards the direction of the office.
ãAlright then. Iâll be over in the reference room for the time being, so if you need me for anything feel free to come by.ã
ãMm, sorry for holding you here.ã
Leaving the entrance behind, Mira went upstairs towards Solomonâs office, while Suleyman pushed the trolley going to the side.
After a brief greeting, Mira threw the Founding Seeds she got from the Tenma Labyrinth Primal Forest on the desk.
ãWow, this is great. You even got ten of them, thank you very much.ã
Solomon checked the Founding Seeds, thanking her, surprised to see she had brought more than he needed at that moment. He then took out a box from a drawer and stored the seeds inside it.
ãYou see, my First Lieutenant found most of them. He knew exactly where to search for them. It was my first time seeing him use an ability like that, but it helped make searching for them much easier.ã
Mira plopped down on the usual couch, proudly talking about her Cait Sith.
ãIs that so? Thatâs quite a useful ability. But if you can find them so easily, then I guess I can always ask you when I need more, thatâs good to know.ã
ãEh... well, I guess I can if Iâm somewhere nearby.ã
Mira forced a laugh as she stretched her legs out. Solomon looked at her with gratitude, before continuing into the main topic ãAnd so, how did it go?ã
ãI have the elderâs account. Soul Howl is definitely trying to get the Brilliant Chalice.ã
ãWell, in that case, we should eventually run into him if we continue tugging on these leads then.ã
Solomon was also considering the possibility that Soul Howl only gathered the materials but never proceeded to actually do something with the Brilliant Chalice. But from the traces Mira had found, they were certain that they were going in the right direction towards Soul Howl.
Following the traces had not been fruitless, which brought Solomon a great deal of relief.
ãMm, I also checked the roots he carved, and it looked pretty old. Though the elder said he did not remember how long ago it happened, so knowing that much I think we should move faster here as well.ã
Mira had no technical knowledge on how to determine the age of such a cut, and even if she did, it would not be of much more use considering the irregular growing rate of a sacred tree. But if Soul Howlâs preparations were going favorably, then it was safe to assume that he had completed the preliminary requisites.
ãThatâs true. To be honest, I was expecting the elder to remember when that happened, theyâre supposed to be all-knowing deities after all. But well, Iâd love to move faster with our own preparations, but we need some very specific materials for that.ã
Solomon also had other things to worry about than just Soul Howl, so he always tried to find as many shortcuts as possible. But in their current situation, there was nothing pointing to a concrete direction, so all they could do was follow his steps in order hoping to find any information that way.
ãHmmm, well, I donât know if this is related in any way, but when he left the sacred tree he apparently mentioned needing something black.ã
ãSomething black?ã
ãYeah, and then... something about shaving cups.ã
ãShaving... huh. Maybe he meant something black to carve a chalice from the roots. But what would that something be...ã
Solomon tilted his head trying to comprehend that nonsensical information, muttering ãBlack... shaving, black...ã to himself. Mira leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling as she also tried to comprehend what that meant, also repeating ãBlack... blackã in a low voice.
ãEither way, there are other people who can figure that out better. This still counts as new information, so letâs call a specialist.ã
Solomon quickly gave up, taking out the bell he used in the past and let it ring. A few moments later there was a knock on the door and Suleyman made his entrance.
ãSuleyman, how far did you get with decoding?ã
Solomon spoke, forcing his voice to sound deeper and with more command.
ãOur latest findings tell us that a certain naturally occurring object is needed to prepare the roots. Also, apparently, it needs to be done in a very specific place for it to work, but we have no information relating to that place at all, which is leaving us a bit stumped.ã
Suleyman explained where they were at, hanging his head at the roadblock they encountered.
ãI see. I donât know if this will be of any help, but we just earned some bits of information directly from the elder, passed on through Mira there. Apparently, he needed something black to shave or carve the roots, does that say anything to you?ã
ãSorry to bother you with how busy you are, but we have no idea how to proceed.ã
ãNo need to worry, this is also part of my duties. Itâs an honor for me to be summoned here.ã
He smiled happily, even though he had been called to load more work on him.
Mira then relayed everything she heard from the elder to Suleyman as well.
After that Suleyman remained silent, his face stern as he combined that new data with everything he already had. Some time passed and the blurry mess began to clear up in his head.
ãI get it now. Thank you, Lady Mira, I know where you should go next.ã
His minutes of pondering gave him the conclusion, his face clearing up as he announced.
ãReally? Thatâs amazing.ã
ãExcuse me,ã he said, pulling a map out and spreading it on top of the desk. It was a map of the entire Earth continent, housing the Three Godsâ Countries and Arkite. Suleyman pointed at a mountain range on the northern part of Alispharius, an eastern country in the continent.
ãI believe the place is in this abandoned city.ã
ãHmm, and why there?ã
ãLet me explain. First, we already knew that a naturally occurring item was necessary to process the roots, and considering how resilient they are, that narrowed down the options of what items to use. The next clue was that it could only happen in a very specific place, but we had no leads as to its location, but from how it was described, itâs easy to surmise that itâs the only place where the roots could be processed. But when Lady Mira mentioned something black, that was enough to narrow the possibilities down a lot.ã
ãI remember thereâs this special place in that abandoned city, called the Crystal Temple. The deepest room in it is this special place, with slits letting light in, and if you take one of the black brittle crystals growing there and expose them to the light, they turn white and capable of cutting through even the hardest gems. I presume carving the roots there should be possible as well. The white crystals also turn back to black after a few minutes, so itâs impossible to take any outside, which means thatâs the only place where the roots could be worked on.ã
When Suleyman was done explaining, Mira and Solomon both nodded, convinced.
ãThatâs true, the elderâs roots are so hard that not even steel can cut through them. But a white crystal would definitely do the job. Good work, Suleyman.ã
Suleyman bowed respectfully to his king. Then Solomon recalled another matter from earlier.
ãAnd so, tell me, if there were any traces left from the carving of the chalice there, could you find out how old they are if you could research them yourself?ã
ãFrom traces like that..? Well, I canât say for sure, that place is the Abandoned City after all, though itâs inside the temple... so there should not be any deterioration due to wind or rain. If theyâre well conserved, I could give a rough estimate.ã
ãHmm, I see. Itâs decided then.ã
Hearing Suleymanâs reply, Solomon nodded deeply and then turned to look at Mira again. It was easy for her to know what Solomon meant, she shrugged, stretched on the couch and waved her hand in agreement. | {
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When we entered the restaurant, we were greeted by a small girl with an apron.
From the quick look of the girl, I estimated her age to be around years old. However, her true age was probably not what it looked like.
Fundamentally, dwarves were a race with short height. They were also a race that was hard to estimate the age based on appearance.
Back in the game, they were called [Shadow Hobbits] and were originally the same species as the hobbits.
What created the distinction between the Shadow Hobbits and the Sun Hobbits depended on whether they decided to live in the caves or roam free on the land.
Fundamentally, when one imagined the Hobbit race, they were talking about the Floresiensis (in a fictional work it would correspond with species such as Grass __ner or Half__ngs), however, that was not accurate.
If you were to be specific, dwarves were also of the hobbit race.
Having said that, in the end, it was merely the background setting and no one really paid any attention to it.
As such even from now I will continue to call the Floresiensis as the Hobbits and the Dwarves as Dwarves.
Official names were just that. Even back on Earth, we called the hedgehogs as a needle mouse even though it was closer in species to a mole than a mouse.
But no one really cared about stuff like that and continued to call it the needle mouse.
In other words, it was similar to that.
In the fictional fantasy works, dwarves were usually short in height and had long and bushy beards. Dwarves in Midgard were not different in that regard.
Short height was the raceâs trademark and the male dwarves all grew their beards long.
Notwithstanding, they did not age particularly fast and were not significantly different when compared to the human race.
Putting it bluntly, they simply did not shave their beard and thus the aging process was the same as that of the human.
However, I heard that, because the male dwarves often did more physical labour, they ended up looking manlier.
Most probably due to natural evolution based on that, just by working a little, male hormones gashed out making them buffed up and muscular very quickly, as well as making their eyebrows thick and bushy. As a consequence, beards also grew at an extraordinary rate.
Furthermore in dwarven societies, the chiselled featured or the so called âuncle faceâ is considered to be handsome.
As such, whoever they were, by the time they reached their thirties, they looked like they had turned into Santa Claus.
Needless to say, any cleanly shaven human that would be considered handsome by the human society would not even be taken into consideration by the dwarven women.
Dwarven women were legal lolita who typically preferred older man.
Though by the time they entered their forties, they simply looked like a short grandma.
âWhat would you like to order?â
âBarometz Soup.â
To the womanâs question, I looked at the menu and answered.
In the past, I had wanted to try this if I ever had the chance to go to the world of Midgard.
Back in the game, food was considered to be a recovery item, and this soup was one of those.
It was a magical beast that had an interesting mutation and its origin was (probably) a plant.
It looked similar to the gourd and for some reason, from inside the plant you could harvest small lambs.
If nobody harvested the small lamb, the plant would mature into an adult and stick only the face out of the fruit whilst eating the nearby grass and eventually eating itself to death. It made no sense. In a way, the very existence of itself felt like a troll or a failure.
In any event, it was a convenient existence. Even its hooves were made out of wool, thus its whole body could be turned into a material to be used.
For the alchemists, it could be considered a strong ally of some sort.
It was considered basic for the low-level alchemists to start off by hunting barometz and turning its wool into equipment.
Well, in my case, since I had been serving as a vanguard before I became an alchemist, by the time I became one, I was able to casually hunt other magical beasts and dinosaurs.
To top things off, since I had Aries to provide me with highest-grade material called the rainbow wool, putting it bluntly, I had absolutely no need for barometz.
Anyways, those barometz had a nice flavour to them with its meat tasting like a crab... or so I read in the descriptions.
No, it really was considered to be a joke back in the game. It was probably what the developers had intended to achieve as well.
Notwithstanding, to be stuck in that state in reality in this world... I could not help but pity them.
Well yeah, even if I said that, I was still going to eat it though.
Or so I was thinking, but I noticed that Aries was staring intently at me.
â..........Ah, no, actually I think Iâll have a mushroom soup.â
I noticed my lack of consideration and quickly changed my order.
I was being careless. To eat a sheep in front of Aries who was a sheep was not a good idea. Though there was a question as to whether barometz could be called a sheep in the first place.
Of course, I knew that he would not have blamed me for it, however, there was a scary thought that he would say âRuphas-samaâs favourite food is a sheepâ and begin cutting pieces off of his body.
Well, this was a problem, I should avoid eating the meat corresponding to the animals represented by the members of the Heavenly Stars.
âI will have the salad assortment.â
âI will also have that.â
âI will have barometz soup.â
Whilst Dina, Aries and Aigokeros were making an order of salad, Virgo ordered barometz without reservation.
She paid absolutely no mind to Ariesâs line of sight. Or more like, she did not even notice it.
âAh, and I will also have goat milk porridge.â
And this time, she went for a goat.
Aigokerosâs stare was added on top of Aries, but still, she did not noticed it.
In a way, she was an amazing person.
âIn any event, Iâm surprised that there are ingredients inside this golem.â
âThatâs because. Inside the golem...â
âInside the golem, there are agricultural plants. List of things grown ranges from barometz and other easy-to-grow produce, such as Fruit of Eir as well as a variety of potatoes species and vegetables. Though, half of the ingredients are being imported from elsewhere.â
When I made a query of Dina and as she started answering, Libra cut in from the side.
Dina who had her exposition role taken away was making a vexed face, however, Libra was making an âI donât careâ face.
You guys... why did you want the exposition role so much?
Well, whatever. What was important now was the food.
The soup that was carried to me had various mushrooms cut in different shapes and sizes making it look quite delicious.
There were a few things that I could not recognise, but to begin with, I was not too versed in mushrooms themselves.
I could not even distinguish the difference in taste between matsutake mushrooms and shimeji mushrooms, thus as long as it was not a poisonous mushroom, I was fine with anything.
And the taste.... Yeah, there was just a good amount of salt in the dish.
Although demons now occupied the majority of the land in Midgard, for the remaining lands that the humanoids had to be neighbouring an ocean could be considered a silver lining.
The place I had a little skirmish with the Demon King previously... in other words, around the country of Laevateinn. If I recalled correctly, there was an ocean connected to that place.
Salt was an important substance that the body needed. If all the land that was connected to the sea was taken away, even if there was no war, the humanoids would start dying.
Anyways, as I expected, the culinary skill in this world had not progressed as much as it had back on Earth.
It felt like it was boiled and seasoned with salt half-heartedly.
Well, it was how it was. After all, Midgard was currently in the middle of a world war. The nutrient and the quantity was given priority over the taste of the food.
There was no room to be able to pursue the taste of the food and there certainly was not an ingredient to be wasted in experimenting for the taste. As a natural consequence, the culinary field had not progressed greatly.
I remembered seeing a variety show on the television in the past, and in it, there was a famous but stubborn chef who owned a ramen restaurant. He was taking his son in as a disciple but due to his sonâs inability, he was dissatisfied with the taste of the final product. As a consequence, after taking a single sip, he became angry and threw it onto the ground. If such an act was done in this world, he would not be able to complain even if he was punched.
Trying to pursue great flavour was splendid. It was no secret that everyone wanted to eat something nice.
In this world, however, there was simply was not enough to allow for such a luxury.
Furthermore, many seasonings were lacking or non-existent in this world. This was most likely a major factor in hindering the advancement of the culinary field.
Although it was a common fantasy trope, in this world, black pepper was considered to be a luxury item under the setting. In fact, back in the game, black pepper was sold for a great value as a cash shop item. I believe the origin of black pepper was limited or whatnot.
Notwithstanding, it was not as valuable as it was back in the Middle Ages back on Earth.
Back on Earth, black pepper was worth its weight in gold, however, this was the result of the combination of the great Age of Discovery and the lack of refrigeration.
If one were seeking to cross a sea, black pepper was indispensable for long-term preservation of ingredients.
Nevertheless, in this world, it was not undergoing the Age of Discovery and had a convenient existence called water arcane magic.
If one wanted to store an ingredient for a long time, all they had to do was to freeze something using water arcane magic.
Of course, ice created using arcane magic would eventually turn back to mana. When that happened, however, all one had to do was to use the arcane magic again. As a consequence, in regards to storing ingredients, there was no need for black pepper.
âIâm satisfiedâ would be going too far, however, it was a relief on being able to eat non-preserved food for the first time in a while. Once we were full, we made the payments and left the store.
What we should do next was without a doubt, to find Karkinos.
However, as we did not know where he was, all we could do was to search every corner.
Notwithstanding, to search every corner of this wide Blutgang would take a very long time. Additionally, as there were private dwellings here and there, thus it was impractical to actually search every corner.
We were not a Hero in an RPG game, as such we were unable to storm into whatever house we wanted.
âLibra, is it not possible to search for Karkinosâs location?â
âI have been doing so from before. If I am given time, I will be able to analyse every citizenâs breathing to find a one that matches with my memory. May you wait a while?â
âIn that case, we shall wait until Libra finishes searching.â
It looked like the search for Karkinosâs location would be sorted out if Libra was here.
She had said that she would need some time, however, it would still be far quicker than finding him on foot.
At that moment, Dina raised her finger as if she thought of something.
âAh, if thatâs the case, would you mind if I go shopping? Weâre about to run out of the stored food and water.â
âIn that case, I will accompany you as a bodyguard.â
To Dina who said that she needed to do some shopping, Libra surprisingly offered to accompany her as a bodyguard.
I believed that if it was Dina, she would be fine, however, if Libra went with her, I would definitely feel at ease.
Or more like, I would have wanted to suggest that myself.
I did not feel that there would be a danger to Dina. As a level , she would be able to handle most things on her own.
However, there was a scary feeling of not knowing what Dina would do if she was left alone.
After all, she was a double spy of the demons and I did not know what she would do in the background. Though she was added as a comrade knowing all this.
But if Libra was near her, even if it was Dina, she would not be able to take strange actions.
If I had to make an issue, it would be whether Libra would be able to direct her effort elsewhere as she was in the middle of searching for Karkinos. That was it.
âPlease feel at ease. I am able to guard sufficiently even if I am searching for someone. If anything, as there are surveillance in every floor of this golem, it would be more efficient for me to get closer to the central command.â
âThank you for leaving it to me.â
To buy food, Dina and Libra left our group, leaving me with absolutely nothing to do.
I wonder what I should do until they come back.
We had just finished eating and there were no convenient stores here to kill time.
As such, the only thing I could do was to walk around.
âOk, until Dina and Libra come back, youâre free to move on your own. Each should make sure youâre not causing a problem for the people in the city.â
âRuphas-sama, what are you going to do?â
âI think I will have a look around the city a little.â
âAh, then me too.â
â.........â
When I said I was going to walk around the city, the sheep, the goat and the maiden all decided to tag along.
What was this? Was this one of those things you often see in RPG where hero walked in a neat line with his friends and allies trailing behind them?
This made me feel hard to walk around.
â......... You guys can do what you like, you know.â
âWalking together with Ruphas-sama is what I like doing.â
âUmm, if Iâm alone, Iâm going to get lost so...â
I tried to tell them to go away in a roundabout way, however, all three of them showed no sign of wanting to separate.
I could understand the reasoning behind Virgoâs statement, but Ariesâs loyalty felt a little heavy.
I did not know if it was just me not paying attention, but I felt as though Aigokeros had been saying nothing but âMe tooâ since a while ago.
Sigh, at this rate, it looked like I really would not be getting free time by myself for a while.
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She was surprised to see the town bustling with activity as usual, but she also noticed that, unlike usual, there were fewer children out and about. Certainly, few parents would allow their children to play outside if they were in a situation where they couldnât judge when another emergency might occur.
Even the seemingly normal streets seemed dull without the sound of cheerful voices and the sight of children running around on their feet.
Following the familiar route, Sheila entered a back alley with a desolate atmosphere.
Surprisingly, the ivy-covered Amyâs Pharmacy was fairly crowded.
There might have been some confusion during the evacuation, and some people might have been injured.
Sheila had come to the store with the intention of checking on her acquaintanceâs safety, but when she saw Amy working busily, she couldnât sit still.
She stepped inside the narrowly opened door to peek in. Sheila was a little nervous because she hadnât seen Amy since the herbal tea meeting.
The store was quiet for a moment, and then smiles burst out.
âSheila-chan!â
Amy called out with a smile, and soon, a crowd of people gathered around her. The first to speak was Thomas, a regular customer.
âOh, itâs really Sheila-chan. Itâs been a long time, hasnât it? I was worried when you were nowhere to be seen during the evacuation. Iâm glad to see youâre all right.â
She inwardly broke out in a cold sweat as the old man patted her on the shoulder as if to confirm that she was safe.
Since Sheila was on the front lines, there was no way he would see her face at the evacuation site, and even if she did, it would be impossible to find her not in disguise.
âWell, I happened to be back at my parentsâ house. When I came back, there was this commotion, so I rushed to the store. Anyway, Thomas-san, itâs been a while. Is there something wrong with you today?â
âI just came to see how things are going. But it seems we are all thinking the same way.â
Judging from how they looked around, Sheila and Thomas werenât the only ones worried and visited the place.
The next person to step forward was another quiet regular, Norman.
âHey, Norman-san. Itâs been a while.â
âI-Itâs been a while.â
He seemed to have trouble holding a conversation, and his habit of speaking with a slight stutter hadnât changed. He appeared to be uninjured, though, so Sheila slumped her shoulders in relief.
Then, he turned his face away vigorously, so Sheila returned her gaze to Thomas.
âBy the way, do you know if Roy is doing well? I was worried because I couldnât see the kids.â
Sheila asked what was on her mind, and the old man gave Norman an exasperated look but answered her question.
âIâm sure the boy is fine. Children in the downtown area are resilient to adversity. Iâm sure that theyâre now pestering their parents because they canât sit still at home.â
Sheila stroked her chest in relief as Thomas smiled cheerfully while tweaking his beard.
After being distracted by the reunion greetings for a while, Sheila saw that Amy was still busy, so she hurried to the counter.
âExcuse me, Amy-san. Let me help you.â
âSheila-chan, youâve come at the right time. Iâll give you a holiday allowance.â
She would question the patients and Amy would make the medicines. It had been a while since she had worked with her, but she gradually got used to it.
As the line of patients settled down, Sheilaâs shoulders slumped at the number of injured people.
âAs I thought, there were a few injured people...â
It was disappointing because she thought they had protected the royal capital, if not perfectly. Zechs and Cody would have done their best.
After finishing the checkout, Amy shrugged, blinking her eyes.
âOh, dear. Even so, the Patrol Corps did a great job, you know. If we had evacuated all the residents of the royal capital, there could have been robberies in the grocery stores, or looters who were taking advantage of the situation.â
Sheila didnât tell Amy that she had joined the fight.
Even so, Sheila was moved by the way she understood the efforts of the Patrol Corps to protect them.
Not everyone would understand, but there were certainly people who do.
âAnd the patients who came to the store today werenât all injured. Some people were sick from the cold, right?â
The winter season tended to be an off-season for pharmacies , but it was also the time of year when the number of sick people increased.
It was the norm in the capital to rest and pass the time at home until early spring, but the number of people who came to the store seeking medicine on this occasion seemed to have increased. It was probably important to have a space where events could be shared and told.
âSpeaking of which. Zechs is working hard to mass-produce the herbal teas.â
Although the prospect wasnât yet in place, he vowed to do something about it by next summer. He hoped to popularize the tea by winter and reduced the number of people falling sick, even if only a little.
âThe idea of regularly dispatching vendors also seems to be quite popular among the young people of Denan Village. The village head told me that we could decide what we wanted to sell, based on everyoneâs opinions.â
âEven the village head is very open-minded. As expected of the village where Sheila grew up.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
While Sheila was asking Amy sullenly, the next patient came in.
âThank God youâre okay, Sheila. Youâre all right, arenât you?â
âJeremy-san?â
For some reason, Jeremy, one of the regulars, sent her a wandering glance. He was a mysterious customer who seemed to have nothing wrong with him, yet he suffered from heart palpitations, shortness of breath, and dizziness.
âI couldnât stand still because I was afraid you were hurt. I was so scared that my heart ached.â
âYou even developed chest pain? Iâm sorry to hear that.â
He gently squeezed her hand, and Sheila incidentally took his pulse.
She felt nothing out of the ordinary, but it would need to be examined more closely.
âThen....â
Just as Sheila was about to move away from the counter, Jeremyâs hand was knocked away by a third party.
âItâs been a long time, Sheila-san.â
âIsaac-sama....â
Short-cropped blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and a body of steel that was hard to resist.
Seeing Isaacâs presence up close for the first time in a long time was almost intimidating. A frightened Jeremy quickly walked away, his face scrunched up.
Rather than worry about his condition, Sheila almost immediately hid under the counter.
Even though she desperately avoided encountering Isaac, who knew what she looked like in real life and in her disguise, she was completely off guard.
As Sheila let her gaze wander around unnaturally, he let out a sighing chuckle.
âI knew it, you were avoiding me.â
His sad smile made her heart ache.
âIsaac-sama likes you.â
Amyâs words echoed in her head.
She was avoiding him to keep her secret, but she ended up hurting him as a result. Because she was hiding the fact that the two âSheilaâ was the same person.
It was an awful guilty feeling.
She didnât know if Isaac really had feelings for Sheila. But if he did, wasnât this too dishonest of her?
â.... Y-Youâre wrong!â
Sheila shook her head frantically, but his expression remained unchanged.
She realized that simply denying it wasnât enough to reach him. That was the cost of continually running away from the easy way out.
She had to face it head-on.
Just when Sheila had made up her mind, Amy interrupted her as if she had seen it coming.
âSheila-chan, the shop has calmed down for the time being, so why donât you go outside and have a nice talk?â
Sheila nodded her head in return for the grateful offer. She looked up at Isaac.
âIsaac-sama, may I have a moment of your time?â
âââYes.â
With Sheila leading the way, the two started walking.
They walked further into the dimly lit back alley, looking for a place to talk.It was, oddly enough, the place where she first met Isaac in this disguise.
At that time, he had been wounded in a fight with a suspicious person and was crouching alone.
Sheila, who happened to spot him from the storefront, rushed over to treat him.
Even the heat of summer caressing her skin vividly reminded her of it, and Sheila stopped involuntarily. Perhaps he was also thinking about those days, and he naturally stopped, too.
Isaacâs voice sounded very calm.
âIâm a fool, so I donât know how to be subtle. I donât know any witty words. But let me tell you one thing. ââI like you.â
The words he said to her, so clearly and so gracefully, hit her hard.
Sheila hadnât thought about it until Amy told her. Maybe it was partly because she was a slow learner, but in truth, she had been running away from him.
Because she didnât want to take him seriously.
Tears welled up unexpectedly. But she thought she shouldnât cry. Sheila just accepted his feelings straight away and looked back into his sky-blue eyes.
Then, she bowed deeply.
âIâm very happy. Isaac-sama is too good for me. But... Iâm sorry.â
Perhaps anticipating the reply, Isaac didnât slump his shoulders too badly. He looked up at the narrow sky above him and let out a long, faint sigh.
The next time he looked down at Shayla, he had a somewhat fragile smile on his face. It was as if the sky was the same color as his eyes.
âI know Iâm being a bit pushy, but can I ask you something? Is there someone else you like?â
Sheila nodded her head.
âBut Iâm not turning you down because I like someone else. Itâs because I have someone I like that I understand. I have to face it properly. ââBecause I have something to aim for.â
Sheila removed her black-rimmed glasses and took off her wig without hesitation.
Isaacâs eyes widened in amazement at the bright rose color that appeared from behind her black hair wig.
âIâm going to be a knight. Thatâs no longer just a final destination. I want to become a knight and save a lot of people.â
And Sheila wanted to see the same thing as Clauschezade.
Now that she realized how high that summit was, she had to work even harder than she did now.
âSheila, huh...?â
âYes... Itâs not something that can be forgiven by apologizing, but Iâm sorry I kept quiet for so long.â
He still seemed to be in a state of surprise. She wondered how he would respond once he calmed down.
Falsifying oneâs gender to be admitted to the academy was almost a crime. There was even a possibility of being reported to the country.
Isaac was kind. He wasnât the kind of person who would take revenge for being rejected.
However, he was still a noble who pledged allegiance to the Kingdom and a member of the Corps. She knew that was his pride.
She had no idea how he would react, being faithful to his duties. And Sheila had no right to stop him.
She waited patiently for him to speak.
Eventually, Isaac smiled slowly. His eyes were calm.
He patted her head. His slightly rough touch was no different from the time when they were training.
âYou really go beyond my imagination, donât you?â
Sheila could see that he was doing it on purpose out of concern for her.
Guilt, gratitude, and suffering. The sadness of not being able to accept this gentle personâs hand.
A jumble of emotions swept over her, and Sheila was on the verge of crying again.
âLet me support you in your dream. As a friend.â
â.... Yes! Thank you so much. ââIsaac-san.â
Gritting her teeth, Sheila held back her tears and laughed.
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No, if itâs just navy soldiers, Iâve already met many of them at the parties Iâve been to. What Iâm talking about now is not me as the daughter of a foreign royalty or a great noblewoman doing business in the capital, but as the daughter of a rich immigrant or a noblewoman who is a citizen of this country, living in that military port city. At least for those guys whom I talked to at the bar, the commanders, and the soldiers...
Well, itâs not that I donât want to be found out.
I didnât identify myself as such, I just said something that they may have speculated and misunderstood a lot of things on their own ã»ã»ã»ã»ã»ã», you know.
I didnât tell any lies, and even if they found out, it wouldnât change their primary assumption that I was a noblemanâs daughter on a secret trip.
Still, itâs better if they donât find out.
Also, there is a possibility that she will complain about the orders from the nobles, so I instructed Refilia to refuse the orders from nobles such as, orders from nobles that were designated as prohibited sales or orders that ignored the quantity limit, even if they say < Did you say you canât process our orders even we are the apostles of the goddess!> .......
Like I would know something like that~...
They may be heroes to this country, but to the rest of the world, theyâre just soldiers. their statuses as aristocrats are only that of <a nobleman of his country> and are of no concern to me as a person from another country.
No, I also use my title as a <noblewoman of another country>, but I only use it to talk and negotiate with the nobles of this country on an equal footing. As nobles of their respective countries.
......I never use my title of nobility as a reason for giving attitude towards the people of this country, give unreasonable orders, nor gossip to others.
[I feel like Iâm going to get involved in something troublesome, so pass!
Or what? If I get entangled, whether itâs with royalty, dukes, marquises, heads of other factions, ministers, big merchants, etc., will Marquis Mitchell intervene and drive them away, and beat up anyone who persists?
And of course, if I get involved with such people in any way, Iâll leave this country and move my base to another country, okay? To some other country or the Noral Kingdom, perhaps?] Mitsuha
Marquis, you seem to be speechless.
Okay, now heâll give up.
I really donât see any advantage to being at that party at all.
The advantage of the free food is outweighed by the disadvantage of <Waist Size Tragedy>!
Ah.
Right, I was curious about it, letâs check on that matter.
[Um, I heard a rumor in the city, but did the family of the <Goddess Apostle, Soldiers of the Expeditionary Fleet> receive any kind of reward?] Mitsuha
[......You suddenly become polite only when you want to get information......] Marquis Mitchell
Yeah, I was talking rudely, almost like I was calling him names, until just now.
However, itâs natural to use polite language when asking for a favor than when dealing with someone who is forcing you to talk about something troublesome, right? If you use a rude tone of voice when asking for a favor, they will not listen to you, right? Unless youâre the king or some other powerful person who canât be trusted.
[Why would you want to know something like that?] Marquis Mitchell
Well, isnât it a natural question? If you want to gather as much information as possible about me and use it for future negotiations, you would be a fool not to ask.
[No, I have a friend who knew someone who was on that ship......] Mitsuha
Iâm not lying. I know that crew of that ship myself, and I can also say that Colette and Sabine, who were taught the language by those guys, knew each other on that ship......
[Right, .......In the next few days, it will be formally passed and announced at the meeting, the crew will be entitled to have a share in the bounty of the captured ships, special prize money, and a medal for each rank...... Of course, they will be handed over to their bereaved families.
Money is only temporary, but with the honor of being a family member of a person who became a hero and protected the country, the bereaved family will have no trouble finding a job. As long as they are willing to work normally and happy to be employed anywhere.] Marquis Mitchell
[Thatâs good......] Mitsuha
Yeah, Iâm sure everyone in the expedition fleet will be happy to hear this.
Uu......, uu......
Theyâre all crying......
Yeah, Iâve been stocking up on information about the families of the expeditionary fleet crew......, or rather the money and medals that will be given to their families. That made them cry apparently......
If the family does not have to worry about their livelihood, and the younger siblings have a higher chance of being blessed with a good marriage as they have a hero for a brother, they will be happy, even if they can never return. Itâs a great way to make sure youâre getting the most out of your time and money.
Of course, the families of those who werenât on the ship at the time are treated the same way. Because those in the Vanell Kingdom believe that everyone on the ship was... the souls...... of the original exploration fleet.......
Not surprisingly, that goes for the families of the people...... who were on the first three cutter boats that landed, and are now in the dungeons of the royal capital.
Just because those guys happen to be on a cutter boat doesnât mean theyâre any different from the rest of the crew, or that theyâre bad guys.
Itâs a shame that they were taken to the capital along with that merchant who misrepresented himself as the governor and put in jail like they represent the invaders. The other crew members are getting paid well, working as usual, and having girlfriends one after another......
Now that the rest of the crew knows about the Goddessâ work, thereâs not much need to quarantine them for information control.
Except for those guys who have seen the power of submachine guns, and because the country seems to need the existence of something called <captured, invaders>.......
It would be a bit of a problem if we say, <All the invaders are now working as our citizens>. Iâd like to capture the master of the enemy and at least a few of his men.
And when the crew heard that the merchantâs family would not be given any money, honor, or anything else, they shouted for joy.
Yeah, well, I guess so.
In an attempt to get rich, he took it up to the king and was given a free ship and crew for a reckless voyage called exploration, using no money other than bribes.
Thatâs a good thing for a merchant. If you succeed, you will be rewarded with glory, status, vast treasures, and concessions. But if you fail and die, then itâs over......
However, the crew members are on a military mission, so they donât get anything for the success of the expedition. Itâs just a way to brag to your family and grandchildren that you were one of the crews on that voyage.
......And if they die, itâs over. No glory, nothing to brag about to their family, theyâll just die in the open sea in a foreign country. They were caught up in the ambitions of a foolish merchant......
And now, although they did not die, they will never be able to return to their homeland and will be separated from their families and loved ones forever.
But itâs also because that merchant got carried away and called himself the <Governor>, declared the possession of this land without permission, then said and did things that were equivalent to a declaration of war......
Thatâs because heâs a grudge-monger, or rather, a grudge-mongering marrow. The crew canât stand the thought of their credit going to that slave merchant, so itâs no wonder theyâre shouting for joy.
Well, heâs in the dungeons of the royal capital now, ......But, hey, everyone looks a little awkward.......
Oh, did you think of your friends in the dungeon who got associated with that merchant?
Itâs true that they just happened to be selected for the landing team, but theyâre one of you, just like everyone else.
Going with the logic earlier, if I think of them as <just a bunch of poor fellows who had bad luck>, itâs not unreasonable for me to feel sorry or feel bad for them compared to our current fortunate situation.
But that doesnât mean weâre in a position to say this, and Iâm sure they understand that politically, we need a few <human sacrifices>.
Iâm sure the topic of <Can you do something about those guys?> There must have been superiors who took care of them, subordinates and juniors who loved them, and good friends who were close to them......
But the smart ones must have explained it properly and made them give up. <So youâll take your turn in the dungeon for me?> For example.
All you need in life is hard work and luck.
In particular, what the soldiers need is luck.
For now, I hope they can overcome their bad luck and bite on the good fortune they have earned.
Nobody knows when it will slip out of their hands again, but for now, theyâre holding onto it, and thatâs damn good luck....... | {
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At a corner of the maritime town Erisen, an infantâs voice resounded in the second floor of a certain house. The time, passing through the early morning slowly, was around when one started to feel the warmth of the day. From the window, like forecasting that it will become good weather today as well, the morning sun streamed in brilliantly.
Dosun!
âAa~?â
It was Hajime who was fast asleep in bed that was being shined on by such a morning sun. And, calling such a Hajime Papa was Myuu who came to wake him up with an energetic voice.
Myuu, when determining the magnificent leap that does not make the weight felt just before the bed, the landing of a ten point perfect score was determined on the belly of Hajime who was her Papa as it was. Of course, it was not from her feet. It was a form that became her straddling him.
Although she was still a four year old child, the body weight was already around - kilograms. If such a weight jumps on the abdomen with added force, a normal person should even let out a groan, but naturally Hajime does not feel any kind of pain. Nevertheless, a sleepy groan did come out because of the forced way he was woken up.
âPapa, get up. Itâs morning. Good morning.â
â......Aah, Myuu? Morning. Please stop
sounds with hands like tiny red leaves. Hajime, when holding Myuu as he raised his upper body while doing a morning greeting, he combed her emerald green hair gently. At Myuu who narrowed her eyes like it felt good, Hajimeâs cheeks also loosened.
â......N......au......Hajime? Myuu?â
Inside such a heartwarming atmosphere, all of a sudden, a voice that made one feel seductiveness somewhere resounded. Hajime, when turning the sheets a little as he shifted his attention that way, the sleepy figure of a beautiful girl rubbing her eyes with the back of her curled up hand like a cat was there.
Long blonde hair hung down in waves that was not bed hair at all even though she had been lying down, and it sparkled because of the morning sun pouring in from the window, causing her to blink her crimson eyes that were the same as red spinel. Because she was not wearing clothes the same as Hajime, with her pure white skin without a single blemish, the pair of hills that could be seen from the gaps of her hair that hung down the front made one feel seductiveness together with loveliness coupled with the sound of her voice.
âHow come Papa and Yue-oneechan are always naked?â
Myuuâs innocent question meant âthe time they got up in the morningâ to the utmost. By no means did it mean that the pair were nudists.
And, seeming to wonder, âMaybe they donât have pajamas?â, Myuu looked alternately at Hajime and Yue with eyes that were possibly seeing someone a little pitiable. To the childishly pure question, with the likes of âThat is, you, because clothes are obstructive?â, Hajime, who must not have even been able to do a response that was mistaken for sexual harassment, requested Yue to help him with a slightly troubled expression.
In her consciousness that cleared up gradually, Yue who guessed Hajimeâs distress returned an adultâs template to the childâs innocent question.
â......Myuu will also come to understand it if you become even bigger.â
âYou understand when you become bigger?â
â......N, you understand.â
To Myuu who tilts her head, Yue avoided clearly answering by force. Myuuâs sex education was left to Remia who was her mother. However, Myuu who tilted her head to the side with an expression like she was not quite able to agree with an âU~nâ, when looking back slowly, she let out an innocent question again while staring at a certain spot, and cornered mainly Hajime.
âPapa also, do you know why this place became big? But, Myuu doesnât have this. Myuu doesnât understand?â
Saying so, at a certain place where the characteristic morning physiological phenomenon was caused, Myuu started to drum on it with her hands going
âMyuu, donât touch that. Listen. Itâs natural for Myuu who is a girl to not have it. Itâs fine if you donât worry about it. Another ten years, no, twenty years, better yet your whole life, itâs something you donât have to be concerned with no matter what.â
because it was something said by her beloved Papa even while floating â?â in her mind. Making a somehow satisfied expression at that, Hajime again untangled Myuuâs hair by combing it with his hand. Myuu also, like her questions from just now were forgotten, started to concentrate on being satisfied by that gentle feeling.
To such a Hajime, a gaze was turned towards him like feeling amused somewhere from Yue who was next to him. In those eyes, âOverprotectiveâ, âEnergetic because of the morningâ, and âOne advantage because of the morning?â, such feelings of this or that seemed to be contained in them.
Hajime faced the other way at that. Inside the warmth that increased a little at a time because of the light of day, that heartwarming scene continued until Remia and Kaori and the others, who fretted at the situation where Myuu did not come to wake them up, came crowding into it.
Hajime and the others, capturing Merujine Undersea Ruins, had returned to Erisen by getting on the back of Tio who used Dragonification because they had lost the submarine, and again six days had passed since they had supplied topics to the town. Since the day they had returned, Hajime and the others had been indebted to the house of Remia and Myuu throughout.
The town called Erisen was a floating island of intertwined wood with a huge population. Since the vast sea itself becomes an infinite plot of land, the whole town became an appearance where there is basically space made in the architecture and in the streets. Remiaâs and Myuuâs house also, the largeness of it was more than enough for a house with two people living in it, and it was a comfortable living space to the extent that even with the five people of Hajime and the others staying there they did not even feel any inconvenience.
Thereupon they set aside time to replenish their equipment and master the Age of Gods magic that they had obtained. Though half of it was a vacation mood because Erisen had perfected seafood cooking, the wind and waves were also pleasant, and the location was very comfortable.
But, nevertheless, they felt that the rest was over a little on staying the sixth day. The reason, it goes without saying, was Myuu. It was not possible to take Myuu along on the journey beyond this point. A four year old girl without even any sort of power, it was absurd to take her along to the Great Labyrinth of the far east.
Not to mention that the two Great Labyrinths excluding Hartsina Sea of Trees were in even more troublesome locations. One was in the Majin tribeâs territory, the Freezing Cave of Schnee Snow Field. And the other one was surely that whatever Kamiyama. For either of them, they would need to go into the heart of a great power. To such a location, they were absolutely unable to take Myuu along.
Because of that, though they should bid farewell to this town, was it guessed somehow? When Hajime and the others tried to start that conversation, Myuu always went into ultra spoiled child mode, and they could not easily start talking because she invoked âCertain kill! Little Girl, Petition of Silence!â Eventually, dragging on the Age of Gods magicâs training and the new equipmentâs completion, they stayed even the sixth day even though it was a made up excuse.
âEven so, if I donât make reasonable departure......haa, what should I say to Myuu......will she cry, I wonder? Her crying......haa, itâs depressing.â
Hajime, while preparing some equipment with Rensei as he sat on the pier, muttered a soliloquy in seeming melancholy. The time when he had just exited from hell, although he thought that all of this world was inconsequential, now he was racking his brains at one farewell with a small child. At such a present state, in his mind, Hajime held complex feelings.
âI blame you, Sensei......â
To discard everything of this world, the thinking that did not dislike all of the sacrifices for the sake of just his objective had completely vanished, and Hajime used abusive language remembering his former teacher who was the impetus that led him to carrying such thoughts. However, Yue, Shia, Kaori, and Tio in front of his eyes, and seeing the smiling face of Myuu who was playing a game of underwater tag with the girls, the smile he floated on his face was the opposite of his words.
When it was unrelated to him, at that time, if he had abandoned Myuu, or if he had left Ankaji as it was, then if he left Remia alone, and if he quickly separated from Myuu...... surely, the girls might not have those first rate smiling faces.
Even if he discarded them for example, though it was separate from Yue and the others feeling unhappiness and it might not be a cause for their smiles to disappear, but could they possibly compare to those being shown now? That was surely because there was no doubt that the way it was for Hajime until this place was not âthe lonely way of lifeâ.
While watching Myuu who was enjoying the irregular game of tag splendidly running from place to place from the incarnations of cheats with all of her power(everyone excluding Myuu was âitâ) as she perfectly showed the traits of the Sea-person tribe, again, Hajime let out a sigh. From between both legs of such a Hajime that were stretched out from the pier, suddenly a personâs figure appeared making a splashing sound. Having appeared dripping water from in the sea, it was Remia who was Myuuâs mother.
Remia, who had her long, emerald green hair in one loose braid on her back, was wearing a splendidly suggestive, light green bikini. At first when she reunited with Myuu she was considerably haggard, but now, having perfectly regained her previous healthy body because of the recovery effects of the foul play class Reproduction magic, you would not think that she was the mother of a child, no, it was so but she was clad in her former seductiveness.
The man company of the town, all of them aimed at being her second marriage partner, as she was a gentle system beauty, to the extent that one could nod even if there was a strange fan club of the mother and child set. She boasted a splendid figure almost equal with Tio, and the drops of water that ran off the surface of her body were absolutely bewitching.
Such a Remia, who was charming even under normal circumstances, appeared between his thighs suddenly. Hajime, who was racking his brains about Myuu, was inadvertently taken by surprise. Remia, as she supported her body setting her hands on Hajimeâs lap, she looked up at Hajime from a place that was a considerably dangerous position.
However, in her face was the opposite of the position and the body that emitted seductiveness, and in Remiaâs kind expression, instead it carried a color like she was worrying about Hajime.
âThank you very much. Hajime-san.â
âWhat is it all of a sudden? Something like saying thanks......â
Hajime made an expression like he was doubtful at Remia who stated her gratitude suddenly.
âUfufu, the person who also worries so much for the sake of the daughter......as her mother I also came to want to say one expression of gratitude.â
âThat......was it found out? For the time being, though I was intending to hide it.â
âAra ara, there wasnât a person who didnât know? Yue-san and the others also all seem to be thinking about it...... Myuu was able to meet with really wonderful people.â
As Remia looked back over her shoulder, though Shia had been stripped of her swimsuit by Myuuâs prank, even though they saw her figure chasing Myuu frantically while making a hand bra, she was showing a smile. And, again when turning her gaze to Hajime, this time she opened her mouth with an expression that was a little serious.
âHajime-san. Itâs already enough. Everyone has done more than enough. Therefore, please donât be worried, and go forward for the sake of the things that you must do.â
âRemia......â
âMeeting with everyone, that child has grown up greatly. Although she only behaved like a spoiled child, she has come to be able to worry about someone other than herself...... That girl understands. That Hajime-san and the others have to go...... although she completely acted like a spoiled child unintentionally because she is still immature, even so, âDonât go,â was never said, right? That child also knows that it is wrong to detain you all more than this. Therefore......â
â......Is that so? ......If Iâm being worried about by a child, itâs not taking care of her......I got it. Tonight, Iâve decided to tell her clearly. Tomorrow, weâll depart.â
Myuuâs silent appeal, though she didnât want them to go, he noticed that it was a manifestation of her fear about not wanting to trouble Hajime and the others by saying it, and Hajime, who looked up at the sky as he covered his eyes with one hand, became determined to say farewell. To such a Hajime, Remia again turned a gentle gaze towards him.
âThen, tonight letâs have a feast. Because itâs Hajime-sanâs and the othersâ farewell party.â
âThatâs right...... Iâm looking forward to it.â
âUfufu, yes, please look forward to it, D
âNo, that way of calling is......â
To Remia who was floating a mischievous smile somewhere, though Hajime started to insert a tsukkomi, because of a voice that contained a chill like a blizzard, it was interrupted like always.
â......Remia......good courage.â
âRemia-san, since when...... There was neither negligence nor a chance.â
âFumu, by the angle seen, she even seems to be servicing Goshujin-sama...... Exposure play...... nice!â
âUm, Myuu-chan? Onee-chanâs swimsuit, canât you return it soon? The public gaze from some time ago is......â
Yue and the others who returned to Hajimeâs location unnoticed glared at Remia with half closed eyes. âIt canât be, is she aiming at Hajime for a second marriage partner for real?â seemed to be what was making them vigilant. These last few days, it was a sight seen often. The pervert was ignored. The swimsuit stolen by the four year old girl and the half crying rabbit ears were also ignored.
On the other hand, if one were to speak of Remia, who was in a state of being glared at, the appearance of her pulling back was not especially seen because she merely smiled with, âAra ara, ufufu.â That easy breezy smile, because it hid Remiaâs true feelings, the approach that was shown sometimes towards Hajime was difficult to distinguish whether she was being serious or joking. This, is it said to be a widowâs dignity or something......?
If speaking of the Hajime in question, he was captivated by the swimsuit appearance of Yue who was glaring at Remia in a state of crawling on all fours as she raised herself onto the pier. Though he saw her every day, his gaze was attracted at an unconscious level already.
It was a black bikini type. It was splendidly suggestive because it was the type that was tied by a string. The contrast coupled with Yueâs skinâs whiteness was exceedingly lovely. Doing up her hair in a rare twintail, although it made her feel more childish than normal, the gap one felt with the adult-like swimsuit was unbearable for Hajime.
Yue who was hurling sparks with Remia, when she noticed Hajimeâs gaze, she spilled a smile seemingly in good humor with a â......Fufu,â because it seemed like she guessed that his heart had been stolen by her, and she approached Hajime as she was on all fours.
However, when she was absolutely not permitted to be far ahead forever, Kaori took Hajimeâs arm from the other side. She pressed Hajimeâs arm into the cleavage that peeked out from the white bikini with a
Furthermore, Shia from behind leaned on him while pressing her prided pair of hills onto Hajimeâs back. Because her swimsuit was still taken by Myuu, she seemed to have the intention to hide her body too. But, for Hajime, besides the first-rate softness, the characteristic feeling of the two that were touching him was a place where he was extremely troubled.
Incidentally, though Tio also displayed a very charming swimsuit appearance, because the feeling was very bad as she started âHaa Haaâ-ing in her delusion, Hajime made her cool off her head by force as he attacked with the piece of metal he was holding. That being the case, currently she had become a drowned body.
Like that, to the location of Hajime who was surrounded by by beautiful women and girls, Myuu came rising to the surface from in the sea. Myuu, who appeared like she was cutting in between Hajime and Remia, she jumped at Hajime as she was from the front. To Hajime who caught her in his arms in an instant, Myuu, with âTaken booty!â just hoisted Shiaâs swimsuit and placed it on Hajimeâs head. Apparently, it seemed to be a gift from his daughter.
âMi-Myuu-chan!? Why, such a thing......is!? It canât be...... was it requested by Hajime-san? Re-really! Hajime-san, if my swimsuit was on your mind, if you said so...... as much as you liked......â
â......Hajime, Iâll give mine too.â
âM-me too! If Hajime-kun wants it...... but because itâs embarrassing undressing here...... in the room later, alright?â
âAra ara, then, me too...... Top or bottom, which one is better? Or else, both of them?â
Placing a womanâs swimsuit on his head, a man to whom girls from all sides were presenting swimsuits, Nagumo Hajime.
was quite surreal coupled together with Hajimeâs expression that had stiffened his face. The man company who witnessed that scene were made to drop tears of blood. And, to what extent did rumors spread in the area that day? With a story of, âBe careful of the white haired eye-patch boy. That guyâs favorite dish is stripped off swimsuits. He is a pervert that finds supreme delight in wearing them from his head.â
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The evening of that day, Hajime and the others informed Myuu of their farewell before dinner. Myuu who heard it grasped the hem of the one piece she wore tightly with both hands with a
â......We canât meet anymore?â
â......â
It was a question that he was hard pressed to answer. Hajimeâs goal was to return to Japan which was his birthplace. However, the concrete method was not yet known, and he did not know in what timing or in the shape of how he would return.
Before, Miledi Raisen said to collect all of the Age of Gods magics if he wanted to fulfill his wish. Perhaps it might become a thing where he immediately returned in that timing. Because it seemed that there was no need to come back to Erisen until the end of the journey, possibly, he could not deny the possibility that this would become the final farewell.
â......Papa, will you always stay Myuuâs Papa?â
To Hajime who was troubled over how he should answer, Myuu piled up words before listening to the reply. Hajime met her gaze directly and firmly grasped both of Myuuâs shoulders.
â......Myuu, if that is your wish.â
in their expressions. In some respects it resembled Hajimeâs expression at a time when he was challenging a difficult fight, and, for an instant, they appeared like a true parent and child.
âThen, take care. And, next time, Myuu is going to go meet Papa.â
âGoing to meet......Myuu. Iâm planning to go very far away. Therefore......â
âBut, if Papa can go, then Myuu can go too. After all...... because Myuu is Papaâs daughter.â
For she who was worthy of being Hajimeâs daughter nothing was impossible. Sticking out her chest as she seemed to be self-confident, if Hajime could not come to meet her, Myuu made a declaration to go to meet him herself. Of course, it did not mean that Myuu accurately understood that Hajime was going to be returning to his birthplace by crossing over worlds. Not to mention, the likes of Myuu obtaining all of the Age of Gods magics capturing the Labyrinths or crossing over worlds was impossible.
And so, it was an impossible objective to realize that came out from the childâs poor conception.
However, who in the world would laugh at that powerful declaration? Who in the world would foolishly discard her will? It was impossible to do. It should not be done. The words Remia said about Myuu having grown was well understood. Myuu, though it was a short time, nevertheless she came to grow watching the reliable backs of Hajime and the others. Can such a beloved daughter be parted with now? Was it fine to part with her? No, there was no way such a thing could be done. There was no way that doing it was fine.
Because of this, Hajime decided. Now, as he made one more vow here.
âMyuu, please wait.â
âPapa?â
Myuu, who sensed that Hajimeâs atmosphere changed, tilted her head as she made a face that seemed curious. Until just now, there was not at all an expression that was worried anywhere, and the straightforward gaze that was always powerful pierced Myuuâs eyes. It was the eye that Myuu had always watched.
âWhen everything is over. I will come back to Myuuâs place without fail. Taking everyone, we will come to meet Myuu.â
â......Really?â
âYeah, really. Have I ever told a lie to Myuu?â
. Hajime gently stroked such a Myuuâs hair.
âWhen I come back, next time Iâll take Myuu along too. And, my home town, Iâll show you the place I was born. Youâll surely be surprised. Because my home town is a place like a surprise box.â
â! The place Papa was born? I want to see!â
âAre you looking forward to it?â
âA lot!â
. At such a Myuu, Hajime gently narrowed his eyes. Myuu, who smiled with her whole face had blown away the anxiety over the matter of meeting with Hajime again, and without changing the force of hopping up and down, she jumped at Hajime. Hajime, who caught her firmly, held Myuu in his arms as it was.
âThan, can you be a good girl waiting with Mama? Donât do something dangerous. Listening well to what Mama says, can you do your best to help?â
âYes!â
Hajime made an apology with his gaze to Remia who was staring at the exchange of the two such people while smiling. With, âSorry, I decided it selfishly.â
In contrast with that, when Remia slowly shook her head, she nodded as she matched gazes with Hajime firmly. With, âPlease donât worry about it.â That warm gaze, there was not even a bit of the color of condemnation, instead it contained feelings of gratitude.
Was the eye contact of such a Papa and Mama noticed? While Myuu watched Hajime and Remia alternatively, she pulled Hajimeâs clothes with a
âPapa, Mama too? Is Mama also the same?â
âAah, thatâs......Remia?â
âYes, what is it, dear? Youâre not saying that only I am left out, right?â
âNo, that is so, but...... seriously, this place is âanother worldâ?â
âAra ara, to the place that the daughter and husband go, is there any way that I wonât follow? Ufufu.â
With Hajime holding the daughter, the figure of Remia nestled close to there. It was a normal married couple. Kaori and the others cut in as if to say, âLike weâll let you-!â and the tumult spread. Where did the serious mood that was done in the beginning go? With Kaori and the others and Remia unfolding a war of smiles, to Hajime who was left out of it before anyone noticed, Yue stepped up with a
â......Youâre taking them along?â
âAre you against it?â
When Hajime responded so to Yueâs question, Yue shook her head, staring at Hajime with a gentle look somewhere, and replied.
â......If it is something that Hajime decided.â
âIs that so?â
â......But, what about if you canât choose the timing?â
It was the same question as Hajimeâs concern. Obtaining the Age of Gods magics, assuming that he even obtained the means to return to his home town somehow, it was not necessarily so that he could cross over worlds at a time whenever he liked. Or, there was fully the possibility too of it becoming a situation that was different from what he promised with Myuu. If it became such a thing, Myuuâs heart would surely be deeply wounded.
However, when Hajime shrugged his shoulders, he turned a strong look that carried determination towards Yue while floating a smile on his mouth. Yue also, because she just tried to ask tentatively, her mouth loosened like the reply was said that it was understood.
âIâll do it one way or another. No matter what Iâll return to the place of Myuu, and show her Japan too. If we crossed over worlds leaving Myuu, then by all means, itâs fine if we come back to this world again. Itâs fine if we cross over worlds any number of times. Is that the only difference?â
â......N. Only that.â
Floating smiles that they were understanding each other, Hajime and Yue matched their gazes closely. Yue thought she was feeling happy that Hajime was able to value something to the extent that he made a vow. Hajime also, appreciating that sort of her, again filled his heart loving Yue who was smiling at him. As always, Hajimeâs and Yueâs combination ability âPink Spaceâ was invoked.
Neglecting the othersâ tumult, to Hajime and Yue who were making a world of just two people, already Kaori and the others made amazed expressions. However, to Myuu who was the daughter, such an ability seemed not to apply, and when she forced her way between them magnificently, she demanded to be held again to Hajime-papa. Although they made a promise to meet again, it did not change that they were separating for awhile. The last night seemed to become a situation where she acted spoiled with all her might.
The next day, Hajime and the others, seen off by Myuu and Remia, began a trip from the marine town Erisen. | {
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The High Lord grabbed the tip of the blade with his left hand.
âYou dog! How dare you touch me!â
The High Lord shouted, even while his face was enveloped by my magical flames.
âI am a wolf!â
Shia said as she pulled out her sword. The High Lords fingers were severed off as she did so.
However, his wounds began to heal rapidly.
Even the face that was burning was also healing just as quickly.
We werenât dealing enough damage to overcome his recovery ability.
However, it was clear that we were pressing close.
The High Lord unleashed dozens of magic arrows from his body all at once.
I felt dark magic from them. They were cursed arrows.
Shia and I jumped back at the same time.
I struck the arrows that flew towards me with my sword and then cast a magic barrier in front of Shia.
After that, I charged right back at the High Lord.
I tore open the reactive barrier with the Devil King Sword and slashed at him.
Quickly forcing him to move to the defensive.
Every time he left the smallest opening, She would swing at him with precision and take off his arms and legs.
The High Lord let out a howl every time.
And every time they regenerated, his attention and magic had to concentrate towards the wound. And I punished these distractions. The Devil King Sword shredded, the flames burned and Drain Touch sucked the magical energy.
Now the High Lord was trying to turn into mist.
âCockk-a-doooodle-doooooooooooooooo!
Gerberga had been quiet until this moment. But now he cried loudly.
In a flash, the parts that were transforming into mist turned into ash instead.
I guess this was the power of High Lords. He did not die from just one cry.
However, it was clear that it dealt a lot of damage.
âWhat!â
The High Lordâs eyes bulged in disbelief. Then he laughed.
âThat sound...the God Fowl is here.â
âCluck.â
Gerberga cried softly against my chest.
He was shaking.
âI must thank you for bringing him to me.â
The High Lord laughed as he raised his right hand. Then his magic spread around the room.
I could sense that a barrier had been created.
âThis is...divine protection...â
âYes. However, from the God of the dark ones.â
There were barriers around large cities that were Godâs protection. It prevented strong monsters from getting in.
If this was by the god of the dark ones, then instead, it would allow strong monsters in and keep what is holy out.
âCluhh...â
I was assaulted by intense pain as if I had been struck on the head with a blunt object. My entire body was numb, and I couldnât move well.
Gerberga seemed to be suffering as well. Shia had fallen to her knees.
With this protection of the god of the dark ones around us, fighting would be incredibly difficult with a sword, which I wasnât too familiar with.
I would have to fight with magic, which I could use without even thinking.
As I considered this, the High Lord flew right towards me.
He was clearly targetting Gerberga.
âI will not let you!â
Shia said as she threw her sword towards the High Lord.
âYouâre too late!â
The High Lord blocked the sword and stretched out a hand towards me.
âWhack.
The moment when he tried to touch me, his hand was thrown back.
It was no surprise, as he had thrust his arm into my own reactive barrier.
âWhat! How is it that you can create such a barrier!â
âThere is no magic that something as low as you can use that I canât.â
I said very smugly.
Actually, I had just learned it from him a moment ago, but there was no need for him to know that.
I fought against the pain in my head as I searched the area with magic.
The protection of the god of the dark ones. The barrierâs core should be somewhere around here.
And then I found it.
However, it also restricted who could approach it. And it was too far to run to.
And so I cast Marionette on myself. It was a magic that forced your body to move.
Now my body was moving on its own and rushing towards the core.
Now I was inside. My muscles were being torn apart. My awareness grew hazy.
However, Marionette would not let me rest. My body continued to move without concern.
However, the speed of Marionette was slower than my usual speed.
And the High Lord now realized what I was trying to do.
âWhat impudence!â
He charged towards me. He was faster.
Shia stabbed him from the back as he tried to slash at me.
It was the sword that she had originally brought with her.
The stronger you were, the harsher the restriction was inside of the barrier.
Shia was strong, but not as strong as me. And so she could move faster.
The High Lord shrieked, then swung his sword at Shia.
Shia dodged him desperately, but could not move fast enough. Her shoulder was slashed open and blood sprayed in the air.
Right then, I arrived at the core and destroyed it with the Devil King Sword.
And with that, the protection of the god of the dark ones faded.
At the same time, the High Lord was about to deal a death blow to Shia as he swung his sword.
I deactivated Marionette and in a flash, reached the High Lord and cut off his sword arm.
And I wouldnât stop there.
I reinforce my left hand with magic and slam it into his jaw. For a split second, the High Lord does not move.
Without waiting for an instant, I cut off the High Lordâs head with the Devil King Sword.
But he does not give up. Once again, he begins to transform into a mist in order to escape.
I swung at him again.
âCockk-a-dooodle-dooooooooooo!!
And then Gerberga let out another cry.
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To confirm his safety, immediately rushed to Finiaâs side. When I arrived at Letinaâs room which was a little away, the door of Finiaâs room on the opposite side opened and Letina rushed out from inside.
âLetina, are you okay?â
âNicole! Iâm fine. But I canât find Finia anywhere. Sheâs not in your room either?â
âDen isnât anywhere either. Donât tell me...â
Finia wasnât present. That made my imagination worsen. I was fearing whether Cain did something to Finia and Den as a way to keep us in check. I didnât think heâd resort to something so direct, but there was still a faint possibility.
âAnyway, letâs search for them inside the dorms!â
âAlright!â
We walked in the hallway at a fast pace, not even changing our uniforms. Running in the hallway was banned, so we just walked as fast as we could. Otherwise, if the dorm mother caught us, it would just waste our time.
Still, something was wrong with the current situation. I also asked Letina, but there were no traces of battle inside the rooms, nor were there any notes left behind.
Finia would have left something like that, and if the enemy did something to her to keep us in check, the room would have been ravaged, and there would be no point in it without leaving a warning behind.
âThe room was properly cleaned. Which means they were safe while doing that.â
âYes, my room was also well-cleaned.â
âThen they disappeared not too long ago. The cleaning tools have also been put away, so it shouldâve taken quite some time. It happened within the past three hours at the longest.â
âThree hours... Thatâs a strange time scope. Especially for Finia.â
Finia was a woman. Even if she was alive, she could be hurt in a different way. To be specific, her chastity and such. Given Cainâs lecherous gaze, that risk was quite high.
As we hurried impatiently, we reached the stairs, but then someone carefreely called out to us from the above floor. Looking there, it turned out to be Cain.
âOh my. Where could you two beautiful ladies be heading to?â
âYouâ!â
â...Where is Finia?â
I restrained Letina who was about to snap at him and asked while acting calm. If we aggravated the situation here, not just Finia, even Letina could be in danger.
âFinia... If I remember correctly, she is Lady Letinaâs servant, yes? Unfortunately, I have not seen her today.â
âSo you may not have seen her, but
I probed him while suppressing my emotions. If I angered him here, Finia and Denâs safety wouldnât be guaranteed.
âThey are also servants, after all. I cannot deny the possibility that my
âDo I interpret this as a warning?â
âNow, what could you mean by that?â
Cain shrugged his shoulders in great exaggeration. Frankly, I was on the verge of breaking his neck. But that way I wouldnât be able to fulfill Letinaâs request and Finiaâs well-being would also be doubtful.
I had to hold back here for the time being.
âHmm, it would appear that you cannot find your servants and are worried. It could be that they are simply out shopping?â
âI hope that is the case.â
âHow kind of you to worry so much for your subordinates. I pray that you find them soon.â
â...Thank you.â
Cain headed downstairs while leaving a meaningful smile behind.
After seeing his back off with our eyes, we resumed Finia and Denâs search. We first had to check the places they could have passed. The first thing that came to mind was the kitchen, so we headed there.
We hurriedly got down the stairs and headed to the entrance hall. Then, just as we were about to turn the corner towards the kitchen, the entrance door opened.
âAh, Lady Nicole, Lady Letina. Where are you heading to?â
âFinia?!â
âAre you looking for tea perhaps? Iâm sorry, I just bought the leaves, so I shall prepare it at once.â
âY-You were shopping?â
âOh, yes. Ah, thatâs right, I have something to report to you!â
She said that innocently and pumped a fist in anger.
She didnât seem to be injured anywhere.
âSigh, for the time being, Iâm glad youâre safe. But if you plan to head out, at least leave a note behind, will you?â
âAh, my apologies. I planned to return sooner, so...â
âLady Nicole, we have things to report regarding that. The contents of the matter are complicated so let us return to the room first.â
Den interjected while Finia was looking sorry.
Since he, who usually stayed reserved, did that, something probably happened that he didnât want anyone else to hear.
âGot it. Anyway, Iâm glad youâre safe. Give me the details once we return to the room.â
âYes. Can you join us too, Lady Letina?â
âOf course!â
Like this, we returned to my room with Finia and Den.
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From the shadows, I peered at the upper body of the âDistinguishable Warrior Who Isolates the Speciesâ.
The upper body of the plant had been impaled with a myriad of swords of various sizes by my hands. However, I still didnât catch where their sight was, or what they were listening to. They simply continued to drift along in the initial position.
âIn addition, if they reconfigure their lower body, the damage is practically nil?â
This time, I cast my eyes in a different direction and examined the lower body of the Distinguishable Warrior, who should have been sewn to the ground by the massive sword earlier. The animalâs lower body had freed itself from the constraints of the giant sword by reconfiguring its body and was now moving its long giraffe-like legs searching for me.
In all honesty, I actually suspected that the upper body of that plant was actually a dummy and the main body was separated from it, or that it was a creature with only a lower body.
And the thought that this creature may not be the âDistinguishable Warrior Who Isolates the Speciesâ but merely a monster crossed my mind.
âBut there are no other living creatures on this island. Even though I punctured the lower half of their body, they revived after a while. There is no doubt that the presence they are emitting belongs to that of a Demon King....â
While paying attention to the presence of each of them, I mulled over how to defeat the Distinguishable Warrior.
It would be ineffective to annihilate the lower half of their body. Even after severing the upper half of their body where I assumed their necks were, it regenerated. And even if I cut the body in half lengthwise, it would attach itself after a while. And the sword is still lodged in the place where the heart and brain are. The only measure left for me to take now is...
âI will continuously attack them until they can no longer regenerate. That is the only way.â
That was what I have concluded.
I reflected on my remaining strength and the depletion of my pieces of equipment. Several hours had already elapsed since the initiation of the battle. My physical strength was fine since I had taken a short break. I had also regenerated my weapons, so they were fine. However, my armor had been heavily worn out.
If so, I ought to attack at once before the lower half of the body discovers me and strikes me.
After confirming that the lower half of the body had moved away slightly, I activated âªSword of the Formless Kingã»Weakâ«, and plunged into the Distinguishable Warriorâs bosom.
âHad!â
While teleporting, the machete generated in my right-hand dug into the Distinguishable Warriorâs left shoulder. Following that, I thrust the estoc in my left hand into his neck. Yet, the Distinguishable Warrior neither winced nor spilled a drop of blood. But I already understood that from our previous confrontations. Therefore...
With my great sword, I cleaved them in half from the head, drove dozens of daggers into them like wedges, sliced them into tiny pieces using long and curved swords, and attacked them with countless stabbing swords as if I were penetrating each and every one of their cells. Needless to say, some of my attacks were delayed due to the structure of the living body. However, I was in possession of âªSword of the Formless Kingã»Weakâ« now. If I lacked enough hands, I can simply send my sword flying. Should the weapon be broken, I can create a new one. And if my hand wonât turn in the direction I was aiming for, I can teleport myself to the position where I desired for.
In this manner, I launched attacks that can truly be described as inexhaustible from left to right, up and down.
A few seconds into the assault, when the Distinguishable Warriorâs upper body had reduced to a mass the size of a human head, I could see from the corner of my eye that the lower body of the Distinguishable Warrior was approaching me. Within several seconds, they would pounce on me.
The swords came to a standstill as I shifted my vision back to the upper half of their body. Apparently, they were putting up a barrier to prevent themself from being attacked even though
âI see.â
An involuntary smile broke out on my face. After all, the Distinguishable Warrior had been subjected to attacks by me. If they continued to be attacked in this fashion, it would turn out to be a poor choice.
And I could feel the bottom body of the Distinguishable Warrior swooping up to crush my head. In response, before the blow could reach me, I teleported to avoid it, then used the giant sword to sever both legs and with the momentum of the attack, I slammed it into the barrier that protected the upper half of the Distinguishable Warriorâs body.
The sound of the giant sword and the barrier grinding against each other can be heard. As I swung the giant sword with my left hand only, I produced as many swords as I can with my right hand. From the gap I had created,I struck with the transition into the Distinguishable Warriorâs upper body, hitting the spot where the Distinguishable Warrior is relentlessly trying to guard something.
Then something like a red mass was spotted momentarily, and the moment the dagger pierced it...
âãŒãŒãŒ!!?â
With an inarticulate cry, the Distinguishable Warrior deployed their barriers with their utmost exertion, repelling only me and my sword. Despite being flung aside, I slammed a few more daggers into the red mass and then twisted around in mid-air to make a landing.
After a quick check of my body, I cast my attention back to the Distinguishable Warrior.
The Distinguishable Warrior is...
He had assumed the form of a human man, a mosaic of all kinds of animals incorporated into a mosaic of shapes.
On his body were the ears of a cat. The horns of a bull. The wings of a bat and eagle. The fangs of a crocodile. The claws of a tiger. The pincers of a crab. The skin of a rhinoceros. The legs of a panther. The snout of a dog. The gills of a fish. The stinger of a needle rat. The wool of a sheep. The tail of a lizard. The eyes of an insect. The shell of a cochlea. The tongue of a frog.. And then, there was a human mouth.
âI suppose I could say that the breakthrough of the first phase is now completed.â
That was my initial impression after observing the Distinguishable Warriorâs physique. And now I had a clearer picture of the Distinguishable Warriorâs abilities.
The Distinguishable Warrior was likely capable of imbuing each detached bodily part with the traits of a distinct living creature species. Furthermore, perhaps by utilizing a special kind of barrier when detaching his body, he was able to move as the same entity even though his body was separated and represented a completely different species.
And the nature of the barrier was probably to distinguish between himself and the others, repelling the others. If that was the case, it makes sense that only me and my sword were repelled earlier.
The Distinguishable Warrior opened his mouth. Naturally, I was alarmed since I did not know what he was about to do to me.
And what emerged from the Distinguishable Warriorâs mouth was...
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He won 375 electoral votes.
And he won about 70 million popular votes more than any other presidential candidate -- of any race, of any party -- in history.
If you compare how Obama did against how John Kerry had done four years earlier -- Democrats really like seeing this transition here, where almost every state becomes bluer, becomes more democratic -- even states Obama lost, like out west, those states became more blue.
In the south, in the northeast, almost everywhere but with a couple of exceptions here and there.
One exception is in Massachusetts.
That was John Kerry's home state.
No big surprise, Obama couldn't do better than Kerry there.
Or in Arizona, which is John McCain's home, Obama didn't have much improvement.
But there is also this part of the country, kind of in the middle region here.
This kind of Arkansas, Tennessee, Oklahoma, West Virginia region.
Now if you look at '96, Bill Clinton -- the last Democrat to actually win -- how he did in '96, you see real big differences in this part of the country right here, the kind of Appalachians, Ozarks, highlands region, as I call it: from how Bill Clinton did in '96 to how Obama did in 2008.
Yes Bill Clinton was from Arkansas, but these are very, very profound differences.
So, when we think about parts of the country like Arkansas, you know.
There is a book written called, "What's the Matter with Kansas?"
But really the question here -- Obama did relatively well in Kansas.
He lost badly but every Democrat does.
He lost no worse than most people do.
But yeah, what's the matter with Arkansas?
And when we think of Arkansas we tend to have pretty negative connotations.
We think of a bunch of rednecks, quote, unquote, with guns.
And we think people like this probably don't want to vote for people who look like this and are named Barack Obama.
We think it's a matter of race. And is this fair?
Are we kind of stigmatizing people from Arkansas, and this part of the country?
And the answer is: it is at least partially fair.
We know that race was a factor, and the reason why we know that is because we asked those people.
Actually we didn't ask them, but when they conducted exit polls in every state, in 37 states, out of the 50, they asked a question, that was pretty direct, about race.
They asked this question.
In deciding your vote for President today, was the race of the candidate a factor?
We're looking for people that said, "Yes, race was a factor; moreover it was an important factor, in my decision," and people who voted for John McCain as a result of that factor, maybe in combination with other factors, and maybe alone.
We're looking for this behavior among white voters or, really, non-black voters.
So you see big differences in different parts of the country on this question.
In Louisiana, about one in five white voters said, "Yes, one of the big reasons why I voted against Barack Obama is because he was an African-American."
If those people had voted for Obama, even half of them, Obama would have won Louisiana safely.
Same is true with, I think, all of these states you see on the top of the list.
Meanwhile, California, New York, we can say, "Oh we're enlightened" admitted, I suppose, manifestation of racially-based voting.
Here is the same data on a map.
the redder states of where more people responded and said, "Yes, Barack Obama's race was a problem for me."
You see, comparing the map to '96, you see an overlap here.
This really seems to explain why Barack Obama did worse in this one part of the country.
So we have to ask why.
Is racism predictable in some way?
Is there something driving this?
Is it just about some weird stuff that goes on in Arkansas that we don't understand, and Kentucky?
Or are there more systematic factors at work?
And so we can look at a bunch of different variables.
These are things that economists and political scientists look at all the time -- things like income, and religion, education.
Which of these seem to drive this manifestation of racism in this big national experiment we had on November 4th?
And there are a couple of these that have strong predictive relationships, one of which is education, where you see the states with the fewest years of schooling per adult are in red, and you see this part of the country, the kind of Appalachians region, is less educated. It's just a fact.
And you see the relationship there with the racially-based voting patterns.
The other variable that's important is the type of neighborhood that you live in.
States that are more rural -- even to some extent of the states like New Hampshire and Maine -- they exhibit a little bit of this racially-based voting against Barack Obama.
So it's the combination of these two things: it's education and the type of neighbors that you have, which we'll talk about more in a moment.
And the thing about states like Arkansas and Tennessee is that they're both very rural, and they are educationally impoverished.
So yes, racism is predictable.
These things, among maybe other variables, but these things seem to predict it.
into something called the General Social Survey.
This is conducted by the University of Chicago every other year.
And they ask a series of really interesting questions.
In 2000 they had particularly interesting questions One simple question they asked is, "Does anyone of the opposite race live in your neighborhood?"
We can see in different types of communities that the results are quite different.
In cites, about 80 percent of people have someone whom they consider a neighbor of another race, but in rural communities, only about 30 percent.
Probably because if you live on a farm, you might not have a lot of neighbors, period.
But nevertheless, you're not having a lot of interaction with people who are unlike you.
So what we're going to do now is take the white people in the survey or, really, some neighbor of another race -- and people who have only white neighbors.
And we see in some variables in terms of political attitudes, not a lot of difference.
This was eight years ago, some people were more Republican back then.
But you see Democrats versus Republican, not a big difference based on who your neighbors are.
And even some questions about race -- for example affirmative action, which is kind of a political question, a policy question about race, if you will -- not much difference here.
Affirmative action is not very popular frankly, with white voters, period.
But people with black neighbors and people with mono-racial neighborhoods feel no differently about it really.
But if you probe a bit deeper and get a bit more personal if you will, "Do you favor a law banning interracial marriage?"
There is a big difference.
People who don't have neighbors of a different race are about twice as likely to oppose interracial marriage as people who do.
Just based on who lives in your immediate neighborhood around you.
And likewise they asked, not in 2000, but in the same survey in 1996, "Would you not vote for a qualified black president?"
You see people without neighbors who are African-American who were much more likely to say, "That would give me a problem."
So it's really not even about urban versus rural.
It's about who you live with.
Racism is predictable. And it's predicted by interaction or lack thereof with people unlike you, people of other races.
So if you want to address it, the goal is to facilitate interaction with people of other races.
I have a couple of very obvious, I suppose, ideas for maybe how to do that.
I'm a big fan of cities.
Especially if we have cites that are diverse and sustainable, and can support people of different ethnicities and different income groups.
I think cities facilitate more of the kind of networking, the kind of casual interaction than you might have on a daily basis.
But also not everyone wants to live in a city, certainly not a city like New York.
So we can think more about things like street grids.
This is the neighborhood where I grew up in East Lansing, Michigan.
It's a traditional Midwestern community, which means you have real grid.
You have real neighborhoods and real trees, and real streets you can walk on.
And you interact a lot with your neighbors -- people you like, people you might not know.
And as a result it's a very tolerant community, which is different, I think, than something like this, which is in Schaumburg, Illinois, where every little set of houses has their own cul-de-sac and drive-through Starbucks and stuff like that.
I think that actually this type of urban design, which became more prevalent in the 1970s and 1980s -- I think there is a relationship between that and the country becoming more conservative under Ronald Reagan.
But also here is another idea we have -- is an intercollegiate exchange program where you have students going from New York abroad.
But frankly there are enough differences within the country now where maybe you can take a bunch of kids from NYU, have them go study for a semester at the University of Arkansas, and vice versa. Do it at the high school level.
Literally there are people who might be in school in Arkansas or Tennessee and might never interact in a positive affirmative way with someone from another part of the country, or of another racial group.
I think part of the education variable we talked about before is the networking experience you get when you go to college where you do get a mix of people that you might not interact with otherwise.
But the point is, this is all good news, because when something is predictable, it is what I call designable.
You can start thinking about solutions to solving that problem, even if the problem is pernicious and as intractable as racism.
If we understand the root causes of the behavior and where it manifests itself and where it doesn't, we can start to design solutions to it.
So that's all I have to say. Thank you very much. | {
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There is movement which is too slow for our eyes to detect, and time lapse makes us discover and broaden our perspective of life.
We can see how organisms emerge and grow, how a vine survives by creeping from the forest floor to look at the sunlight.
And at the grand scale, time lapse allows us to see our planet in motion.
We can view not only the vast sweep of nature, but the restless movement of humanity.
Each streaking dot represents a passenger plane, and by turning air traffic data into time-lapse imagery, we can see something that's above us constantly but invisible: the vast network of air travel over the United States.
We can do the same thing with ships at sea.
We can turn data into a time-lapse view of a global economy in motion.
And decades of data give us the view of our entire planet as a single organism sustained by currents circulating throughout the oceans and by clouds swirling through the atmosphere, pulsing with lightning, crowned by the aurora Borealis.
It may be the ultimate time-lapse image: the anatomy of Earth brought to life.
At the other extreme, there are things that move too fast for our eyes, but we have technology that can look into that world as well.
With high-speed cameras, we can do the opposite of time lapse.
We can shoot images that are thousands of times faster than our vision.
And we can see how nature's ingenious devices work, and perhaps we can even imitate them.
When a dragonfly flutters by, you may not realize, but it's the greatest flier in nature.
It can hover, fly backwards, even upside down.
And by tracking markers on an insect's wings, we can visualize the air flow that they produce.
Nobody knew the secret, but high speed shows that a dragonfly can move all four wings in different directions at the same time.
And what we learn can lead us to new kinds of robotic flyers that can expand our vision of important and remote places.
We're giants, and we're unaware of things that are too small for us to see.
The electron microscope fires electrons which creates images which can magnify things by as much as a million times.
This is the egg of a butterfly.
And there are unseen creatures living all over your body, including mites that spend their entire lives crawling over your skin at night.
Can you guess what this is?
Shark skin.
A caterpillar's mouth.
The eye of a fruit fly.
An eggshell.
A flea.
A snail's tongue.
We think we know most of the animal kingdom, but there may be millions of tiny species waiting to be discovered.
A spider also has great secrets, because spiders' silk thread is pound for pound stronger than steel but completely elastic.
This journey will take us all the way down to the nano world.
The silk is 100 times thinner than human hair.
On there is bacteria, and near that bacteria, 10 times smaller, a virus.
Inside of that, 10 times smaller, three strands of DNA.
And nearing the limit of our most powerful microscopes, single carbon atoms.
With the tip of a powerful microscope, we can actually move atoms and begin to create amazing nano devices.
Some could one day patrol our body for all kinds of diseases and clean out clogged arteries along the way.
Tiny chemical machines of the future can one day, perhaps, repair DNA.
We are on the threshold of extraordinary advances, born of our drive to unveil the mysteries of life.
So under an endless rain of cosmic dust, the air is full of pollen, from other planets and supernova explosions.
People go about their lives surrounded by the unseeable.
Knowing that there's so much around us we can't see forever changes our understanding of the world, and by looking at unseen worlds, we recognize that we exist in the living universe, and this new perspective creates wonder and inspires us to become explorers in our own backyards.
Who knows what awaits to be seen and what new wonders will transform our lives.
We'll just have to see.
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By that time the influx of merchants and adventurers increased heavily since every restaurant had all its seats occupied.
âThe fried chicken for table ! And the Gyudon for tables and are ready!â
Kishana swiftly prepared the orders one after another and Grana served them.
Schenna and Luthors helped Kishana too, preparing some of the meats or the desserts.
They would also take turns to rest for half an hour, and it was Reeshaâs turn to rest at that moment.
âReesha should be coming back to work in a bit. When sheâs here you can go rest, Luthors!â
âI donât need to rest. If I do, that would leave you alone making all the desserts! That would be the same as cowardly leaving someone whoâs surrounded by monsters behind.â
âDonât say that. Iâm okay, so please go take a rest.â
As the manager, Schenna could not let someone work without breaks.
And she might just be exaggerating, but she wanted to avoid doing anything that could lead to death caused by overwork as much as she could.
âTaking a rest at adequate times is something important as well. We would be in problems if you force yourself too much and your body gives in.â
â...I understand. Iâm glad youâre thinking of our wellbeing so much.â
The break room was located further deep from the kitchen, and as soon as Reesha came out, Luthors went in.
Schenna realized that managing a restaurant was harder than she had initially thought of. As the sky dimmed and evening came, the ingredients had finally been depleted and they closed the restaurant.
All of them gathered in the dining hall then, and Schenna thanked everyone.
âThank you all for working so hard today. We were able to use all our ingredients and sold out! It was only our first day too, and our customers looked satisfied so I believe weâll see many of them return tomorrow as well.â
The ingredients for the next day were supposed to arrive later in the night, so Schenna and Kishana remained in the restaurant to confirm they were delivered, and then prepare in advance all they could.
Schenna also handed out two envelopes with money to Reesha and Grana.
âThank you. These are your wages for helping us out today.â
âKeep it, I donât need it. And also, I donât think I need to remind you Iâm your guild leader, do I?â
Unless for special cases, a guild leader was not allowed to directly receive money from one of their members.
âGive my part to Grana-kun. And also, could you hire him to continue working like today in here?â
Schenna and the other two girls reacted in surprise to everything Reesha had just said.
âYou see, he looked way more lively working here than he ever looked back in the palace.â
â...That would be good by me, but Grana, you donât have any problems in working here?â
Would someone who used to be known as a Demon King really accept working in a restaurant?
Even though she was born in a lower rank noble family, there were still some things she knew from that society. There, it was really frequent for fights to break out between families just for honor or pride, and since Schenna did not have much interest in social ranks or fame, she would avoid coming out in public as much as she could.
So maybe a Demon King like Grana would also prefer something corresponding to a higher social rank?
âI donât mind at all. Or rather, you seem to have an interesting group here so Iâm really interested in being here. So itâs me who should be thanking you for accepting me here.â
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The Spalpkins were introduced to Mizuki by Pumpkin the day after the naming, but it was challenging to restrain them from raising a fuss for various reasons when they spotted Mizuki.
Incidentally, Mizuki said, âHelping Pumpkin individually is not a problem, but helping the entire Spalpkin race would be a challenge for a spirit, so do your best.â
It turned out that the Spalpkins were susceptible to attack by magical beasts of the forest, much like Pumpkin had been when he was reincarnated, whether or not this was in line with Mizukiâs predictions. Therefore, after installing a protective fence around the base, it was settled upon to train them to the extent that at least five of them could hunt a single boar safely.
Furthermore, in terms of equipment, they were provided with wooden swords and shields made from forest plants, and after teaching the Spalpkins about this kind of work, some of them have already begun to display aptitude in this field.
Perhaps I can delegate this work to them in due time.
About three days after the training of the Spalpkins, Yossack and Crave came to question Pumpkin about the tremors that arose as an aftermath of [Resonance Spellã»Atomic Pumpkin] and therefore had to answer their questions while overseeing the training of the Spalpkins.
So he explained the sequences of the events to them.
âHey, Pumpkin. I heard you were behind the tremors the other day.â
âOh, Crave. Let me be clear, I didnât do it on purpose. Those three fools were the root of the issue.â
âI am aware that. But I have to get a testimony from you, just in case.â
âHmm.â
âBy the way, whatâs that little creature that looks a lot like you?â
âTheyâre called a Spalpkin, and theyâre kind of like my kids. Iâm currently trying to teach them the simplest essentials of how to live in the forest.â
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âI see. Well, Iâm going to need your testimony on that, too.â
âGot it.â
After all these incidents, it was finalized that the three fools would be expelled from Kunukihappy Adventurersâ Association, and they were designated as wanted for forgery of documents. On the following day, after ensuring the safety of the Spalpkins, the Spalkins were to be introduced to Tangosack and Kozo (via Crave).
Well, it wasnât that daunting up to this point.
The real problem starts from here.
âStay calm and fight like I taught you! Youâll be fine!â
âBumoooo!!â
A section of the security fence was breached by a lone boar, who then entered the base.
Apparently, while Pumpkin was reminiscing, the boar arrived a second time.
âBumooooo!â
The two Spalpkins halted the boarâs progress by intercepting its lunge with shields that were larger than their own bodies.
âBumo!? Bumoooo!?â
When the boar stopped moving, the other Spalpkins armed with weapons rushed in and wielded their weapons with multiple physical reinforcements applied to their bodies... especially their heads.
It was quite a feat considering the initial assault, but to tell the truth, there had been more than assaults in total during the current raid.
âWhew. I guess it worked out.â
While the body of the slain boar was being dismantled with vines by an individual who was a specialist in body reinforcement, Spalpkin and the others raised a victory cry over it.
Now, why are they being attacked so much? Of course, there is a reason for that.
As was mentioned before, Spalpkin and the others were easy targets, just like Pumpkin himself was right after he was reincarnated. It was because, despite their combat prowess, the Spalpkins had tremendous magic power and gave off a sweet smell as a fruit.
And since they were being attacked so frequently, the past month had been a rough one.
âPatriach, weâve done itãŒâ
âOh. I was watching it. Looks like you all are getting a lot stronger.â
One of the Spalpkins came up to Pumpkin and danced joyfully.
After observing them for the past month or so, Pumpkin found out that their mentality varied from one individual to the next.
Specifically, irrespective of their physical appearance, there were individuals who were girlish and those who were boyish.
It would therefore be appropriate to identify the gender of Spalpkin by their mentality as there were no physical variations between the genders.
As Crave said, it may be prudent to choose the most mature child when going to greet the lord of the Kunuki territory since the children appeared to exhibit the mentality of a regular human being, ranging from angry children to impatient children and others.
âWell, at the very least, I have a lot of stuff to get ready for this summer.â
The rainy season has ended and summer has arrived.
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âDo you have a plan?â
âWe plan to charge in. From the front.â
âWhat?â
Shia said with a surprised face.
Perhaps Shia had a different plan in mind.
Eric and Goran looked at each other after hearing my plan.
âThatâs not... Donât you think that is a little careless?â
âIndeed. Iâm sure you could win, Ruck. But it wonât hurt to be safe.â
And so I explained to them my plan.
âWell, I did put some thought into it. If Shia and I charge in, the Vampire Lords will gather around us, yes?â
âIf that happens, wouldnât it be easier for the beastkin troops to hunt the vampires?â
âHmm. So you are going to leave the hunting of the High Lords to the beastkin? I canât agree with that.â
âI am against it as well.â
âWhat do you think, Shia?â
âYes. If anything, I think Mister Ruck should kill the Vampire High Lords while the beastkin lure the others together.â
âHmm...â
It was a difficult decision.
Of course, Vampire High Lords were stronger than Lords.
But they should be easier to fight than a swarm of Lords.
I had thought that taking on a swarm of Lords would be the hardest job.
And so that was what I was going to do.
âI understand what you are thinking, Mister Ruck. You want to create a diversion, donât you?â
âYes, thatâs right. I think you and I would be able to take on that role well.â
âRuck. Are going to try to sacrifice yourself again?â
Eric said with a harsh expression.
I felt the need to explain myself.
âNo-no-no. Besides, Iâm not alone. Iâll be with Shia. I would never involve her in self-sacrifice.â
âYes. Iâm sorry for doubting you.â
âIâm confident that Iâll survive even if Iâm surrounded by Vampire Lords. Of course, I cannot completely ensure Shiaâs safety, though.â
âI understand the risks, of course. I am a Warrior of a vampire hunting tribe as well. And a B Rank Adventurer.â
While still young, Shia was determined.
âIt will be dangerous, but Iâm planning this with the premise of us both returning alive.â
âI see. Of course.â
âIf the swarm of Vampire Lords is lured towards us, the High Lords will be exposed. And then the beastkin can deal with them.â
âBut what if you cannot lure them away?â
âIf that happens, then I will just kill the Vampire High Lords instead.â
After some time, Goran opened his mouth.
âI would like to send some support troops from the Adventurers guild, but...â
âYou are afraid of Charm?â
âYes. It could cause your allies to become enemies.â
Goran was right.
I didnât want to deal with Adventurers who turned into enemies either.
They were your allies a moment ago. It was hard to point your sword at them.
And there were ways to recover after having Charm cast on you.
Which sounded like a good thing.
But that of course meant that there were few people who would kill a comrade when there was a chance they could be saved.
It was likely that the effort put into helping them would only result in even more damage.
If one person was a victim to Charm, then there was a high danger that the entire party would succumb to it as well.
âWe will also have to be careful about being infected.â
Eric said with a serious expression.
There really wasnât much you could do for someone after they turned. In fact, it was generally impossible to cure.
And so in a way, it was easier to kill former comrades.
However, those who have become kin to the vampire had increased physical abilities.
Which meant they could be incredibly dangerous if they were already brilliant Adventurers.
It would be like a C Rank going up to B or B Rank going up to A.
âIt will be difficult to send knights and soldiers. I am sorry.â
âItâs the same with Adventurers.â
âI understand. And I wouldnât want to have to fight against former Adventurers anyway.â
âCharm spells and blood-sucking do not work on us beastkin wolves. Please leave this job to us.â
Shia said. Eric turned to her.
âA thousand thanks. Weapons, armor. Tell me if there is anything that you require. I will call in a specialist later.â
âThank you.â
Shia thanked him and bowed. There was no need to be modest here.
Anything that helped raise their chances of survival even a little would be valuable.
âNow, I have to go and get ready.â
âI havenât fought at the front lines in a while. This is exciting.â
âWhat? You two are coming too?â
âOf course?â
Eric and Goran said as if it were the most natural thing.
âUh, are you sure?â
Eric was the king of the country. He shouldnât be out there on the frontlines.
And Goran was the leader of the Adventurers Guild.
âRuck. Donât underestimate me. I can easily withstand the Vampireâs charm.â
âYes. I canât let you go out and take all of the glory.â
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An unnaturally vast field was cleared out inside the forest and blooming full of multicolored flowers. It seemed that the fields closest to us were just the idle ones, so the Cosmos flowers that were our goal did not bloom here. Even so, white clovers that were proof of rich land were blooming in profusion here.
That carpet of white and green was gently fluttering under the influence of Juneâs wind. It was a refreshing sight that made us forget that we were in a humid season.
âWow!â
Seeing that sight the girls raised wondrous voices. Even Letina and Michelle were no exceptions. Of course, neither was I.
âAmazing, there are flowers everywhere!â
âYeah, amazing.â
âThese are just idle fields, right? Then I wonder if we can pick some of them?â
Seeing the white clovers Letina started fidgeting around. She seemed to be holding back the urge to rush towards them. Cortina looked at them in smiles and issued the next instructions.
âOkay, okay, attention! This Kevin domain, you see, is a territory that has opened up when a hero of old defeated a Giant.â
Cortina started narrating the anecdote related to this domain. It was a fresh experience for us to hold lessons among grasslands. Apparently, this domain was under an attack of a Giant Zombie. Then the hero of that time called Kevin drove it back and was awarded this territory where he cleared the lands.
There was a big valley in the west of the village, where the Giant is assumed to have been subjugated. The fact that there was a Giant Zombie meant that Giants lived there. Many Adventurers were lured by Giantsâ treasures and the village prospered.
However, Kevin who took over this land believed that such prosperity wasnât destined to last long, and thus, he decided to cultivate the flower fields as local specialties. As Raum was a kingdom surrounded by forests, large quantities of the same type of flowers were quite valuable.
After telling the rough history to the kids, Cortina ended her lecture with a clap.
âOkay, thatâs it for the lesson. Letâs eat some lunch now, shall we? I received permission to enter the fields so we can enjoy our lunch there. After that, I have to talk with the one taking care of the plantations.â
âTeacher, can we pick some flowers?â
âSure, I have permission for that. But donât pick the Cosmos flowers that are on the other side, okay?â
âOkaaay!â
Hearing the word lunch, even the boys all rushed inside the flower fields. They spread open the picnic blankets in a self-first manner, formed groups and opened their bags.
Letina and Michelle grabbed my hands and lead me inside. Matisse followed us a step behind; a behavior that was much like her.
Michelle and Letina who practiced with me had more stamina to spare compared to the other kids. As such, they prioritized diving into the grassy plains instead of opening their lunchboxes.
âWoow, itâs soft!â
âGood grief, Michelle, your clothes will get dirty you know?â
Letina said all that, but she herself plopped down on the grass. The grass left green stains on her academy uniform, but she didnât seem to mind it at all. Rather, the smell of the crushed grass was making her feel better instead.
It brought about a refreshing feel as if seeping into their tired bodies.
âDoesnât this remind you of our village, Nicole?â
As they were holding my hands, I ended up diving into the grass against my will. While I was lying on my face unlike them, a somewhat lonely mutter of Michelle reached my ears.
Indeed, this abundant nature reminded me of my northern homeland. Me aside, Michelle moved to Raum with her entire family, so she did not really feel homesick until now.
But even so, she still had friends there that she ended up parted with. She always had that mischievous nature and often played with boys in the fields. Even when we were attacked by Kobolds back then, she was together with me.
These nostalgic grasslands probably reminded her of the friends that she had left behind.
âYeah. Maybe we should go to the northern kingdom on our next break?â
âHuh, would that be alright?â
You needed about two weeks to reach the United Three Nations from Raum with a carriage. This was roughly how long itâd take to reach some other kingdom too, so it wasnât like we came from an especially distant one. There were students from various countries in the Magic Academy of Raum.
There were many among them that returned back to their homeland during vacations. But those were mostly nobles that could afford pricey teleportation devices.
When it came to less wealthy ones, their round trip would consume most of their long-holidays, so most tended to give up and instead spend it in the lodging house or dormitories.
Michelleâs family wasnât wealthy enough to afford teleportation, so they did not leave Raum even during the long breaks. Naturally, since my parents frequently visited me, I never considered returning back either.
âIf we ask mom, Iâm sure sheâll take us there. Or we can ask Lord Maxwell instead.â
âI see. It wouldnât be a problem for your parents, Nicole. I feel a little jealous.â
âUh... R-really?â
I felt like I made a slip of the tongue there. I was born into a somewhat... Or rather, an unbelievably blessed family. By all rights, leaving the kingdom was a serious event in itself. My senses became numb since my parents came and went as if nothing.
Unlike me, Michelleâs was an ordinary huntsman family. They werenât in a position where they could go back to their homeland so easily. Perhaps my statement earlier sounded as if I was showing off that it was an easy thing to do.
âUm... Sorry.â
âHmm, for what?â
âWell...â
She would never say it aloud, but I felt bad about it, so I apologized just in case. Letina read the mood and didnât make any unnecessary comments. She used to be noisy before, but it seemed that she had learned to read the mood.
Given her conduct, it was not long until she would become a famous lady of high society.
âHey, everyone. Letâs eat before itâs too late, okay?â
Matisse cut into our conversation. She wasnât training her body like we were, so her stomach was already reaching its limit. She cheerfully spread the blanket and put the luggage on it.
âAh, sorry. Let me help.â
âItâs okay, Iâm already done.â
The blanket was already spread and so was her lunchbox. All we needed to do was bring our own lunch boxes over. She had already done everything in our stead.
âM-My apologies. Iâve done something inexcusable during my excitement.â
âLetina, you are always excited.â
âThatâs not the case!â
There was a homesick Michelle and the attentive Matisse. I went to tease Letina to brush aside the guilt I felt towards the two.
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Ah, yeah. Come to think of it, Lean-sama is a God who is almost unknown to humans, let alone the general public. I would be perceived as someone working for the God of Creation if I remained silent, right?
Well, thereâs no point in saying anything, so Iâll just keep my mouth shut.
âWell, is it right to say that your purpose is to summon the God of Destruction using the magic power thatâs been piling up in this place?â
âOh. How did you come to that conclusion?â
âI once heard from a source that there had been an attempt to call forth the God of Destruction close to the capital. Apparently, people were able to stop them then, but from what Iâve heard, I didnât think theyâd give up after one or two failed attempts...â
Pointing to a glowing, though rather blackened, a mass of magic power under the scaffolding, Pumpkin remarked about what the priest was intending to accomplish.
âWith this much magic power, you could probably pull off almost anything.â
âHahaha. You sure have a good grasp of it.â
The priest laughed hysterically at the words he heard.
After that, he opened his arms wide as if he were delivering a speech and began to express his thoughts without having been asked by anyone to do so.
âYes! My purpose is to utilize the magic power of this place to summon the God of Destruction to descend into this world! On this day and at this hour, the current societal structure will crumble, and weâll take over as the supreme rulers of this world!â
âItâs been a really long time since I came this far... After all, more than ten years ago, I heard that adventurers interfered with my plans, and four years ago, I drew one of the royal concubines to my side with a lot of money and connections, but it all went up in smoke when an explosion occurred... Thanks to this time I had to adopt a forceful method such as bringing in her son to stage a coup dâétat, and I really do have a hard time with you running dogs of the God of Creation.â
What a long story... Well, Iâll make sure preparation is thoroughly ready for it in the meantime.
Nevertheless, this priestâs magic power... is an unusual dark attribute, but more than that, I feel that the form is strange for a human being.
âThis time, however, is different since you are the only person who has arrived, and there is absolutely no chance that anybody else will emerge before the ritual is finished. That signifies our long-held wish for the advent of the God of Destruction will undoubtedly come true as long as you are taken out!â
âDo you not reckon that I could thwart you?â
âHahaha... are you seriously saying that?â
âThis is...â
Along with these words, the priestâs magic power shifted and his silhouette began to change as if to adapt to the transformation.
âI see... itâs the same magic you used on Monokio and the others.â
âYou figured it out quite well...â
The first thing that happened was that his arms and legs swelled up, black scales grew out of his skin, and the nails on his hands and feet grew long enough to take the shape of claws.
âThis is the work of the God of Destruction, of whom we are so proud...â
The inverted scales then tore off his clerical garment as his body swelled in the same manner. Black and red wings sprang from his back at the same time as a tail with red spines and black scales sprouted from his back.
âThe magic that destroys a personâs vessel and bestows upon it a form and power befitting its soul...â
Eventually, his head was covered with black scales as his skin bubbled and expanded to the appropriate size to accommodate his body. A large number of red eyes appeared to cover the right half of his face, and multiple red horns began to grow from his left half, all of which were accompanied by a change in the priestâs voice to one that was rather difficult to hear.
âThe name is âDizaskasâ.â
Following his transformation, the priest revealed the name of the magic he had performed on himself, a black exhalation leaving from his small mouth that didnât match his three-meter frame.
âYou look so sickening. It makes me want to vomit.â
âSickening...? No, well, itâs a difference in sensitivity, but itâs still a very dull word... although I donât expect you to understand in the first place.â
As if to confirm his altered appearance and power, the priest moved his body, his bones snapping nimbly.
From what Pumpkin can tell, the metamorphosis has resulted in a huge boost in magic power.
âI still donât understand. Why do you devote so much energy to the God of Destruction and devastation? Why do you want to destroy this world by taking on such a form?â
[How strange for you to ask that even though you have no interest in listening... youâve been watching for an opening to strike me with what youâre concealing in your pockets, arenât you...]
Pumpkin terminated the preparation of the [Resonance Spellã»Cucumber Blade] in his pocket and dissipated the magic power it held. Unless it was a surprise assault, the effect would be minimal at that level of magic power.
Apparently, the amount of magic power in him has not simply increased along with the metamorphosis, but also added a variety of complicated abilities.
[Even so, this is a wonderful power... as expected of the God of Destruction...]
As the priest strained his legs, his claws dug into the floor as a result of the force.
[Now, letâs start, dragon-slayer. Please donât die from a single blow...!]
â...What!?â
The priestâs form then vanished from his line of sight, and Pumpkin quickly lifted his left hand, which was endowed with magic power, to protect himself. His left arm, which had been employed as a shield, was dangling with barely a few fibers left and was ready to snap off when he was slammed against the wall in the next moment.
âThis... could be bad...â
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Good relationships, bad relationships, annoying relationships, agnostic relationships, and what I'm going to do is focus on the central piece of an interaction that goes on in a relationship.
So I'm going to take as inspiration the fact that we're all interested in interacting with other people, I'm going to completely strip it of all its complicating features, and I'm going to turn that object, that simplified object, into a scientific probe, and provide the early stages, embryonic stages of new insights into what happens in two brains while they simultaneously interact.
But before I do that, let me tell you a couple of things that made this possible.
The first is we can now eavesdrop safely on healthy brain activity.
Without needles and radioactivity, without any kind of clinical reason, we can go down the street and record from your friends' and neighbors' brains while they do a variety of cognitive tasks, and we use a method called functional magnetic resonance imaging.
You've probably all read about it or heard about in some incarnation. Let me give you a two-sentence version of it.
So we've all heard of MRIs. MRIs use magnetic fields and radio waves and they take snapshots of your brain or your knee or your stomach, grayscale images that are frozen in time.
In the 1990s, it was discovered you could use the same machines in a different mode, and in that mode, you could make microscopic blood flow movies from hundreds of thousands of sites independently in the brain.
Okay, so what? In fact, the so what is, in the brain, changes in neural activity, the things that make your brain work, the things that make your software work in your brain, are tightly correlated with changes in blood flow.
You make a blood flow movie, you have an independent proxy of brain activity.
This has literally revolutionized cognitive science.
Take any cognitive domain you want, memory, motor planning, thinking about your mother-in-law, getting angry at people, emotional response, it goes on and on, put people into functional MRI devices, and image how these kinds of variables map onto brain activity.
It's in its early stages, and it's crude by some measures, but in fact, 20 years ago, we were at nothing.
You couldn't do people like this. You couldn't do healthy people.
That's caused a literal revolution, and it's opened us up to a new experimental preparation. Neurobiologists, as you well know, have lots of experimental preps, worms and rodents and fruit flies and things like this.
And now, we have a new experimental prep: human beings.
We can now use human beings to study and model the software in human beings, and we have a few burgeoning biological measures.
Okay, let me give you one example of the kinds of experiments that people do, and it's in the area of what you'd call valuation.
Valuation is just what you think it is, you know?
If you went and you were valuing two companies against one another, you'd want to know which was more valuable.
Cultures discovered the key feature of valuation thousands of years ago.
If you want to compare oranges to windshields, what do you do?
Well, you can't compare oranges to windshields.
They're immiscible. They don't mix with one another.
So instead, you convert them to a common currency scale, put them on that scale, and value them accordingly.
Well, your brain has to do something just like that as well, and we're now beginning to understand and identify brain systems involved in valuation, and one of them includes a neurotransmitter system whose cells are located in your brainstem and deliver the chemical dopamine to the rest of your brain.
I won't go through the details of it, but that's an important discovery, and we know a good bit about that now, and it's just a small piece of it, but it's important because those are the neurons that you would lose if you had Parkinson's disease, and they're also the neurons that are hijacked by literally every drug of abuse, and that makes sense.
Drugs of abuse would come in, and they would change you value the symbols associated with your drug of choice, and they make you value that over everything else.
Here's the key feature though. These neurons are also involved in the way you can assign value to literally abstract ideas, and I put some symbols up here that we assign value to for various reasons.
We have a behavioral superpower in our brain, and it at least in part involves dopamine.
We can deny every instinct we have for survival for an idea, for a mere idea. No other species can do that.
In 1997, the cult Heaven's Gate committed mass suicide predicated on the idea that there was a spaceship hiding in the tail of the then-visible comet Hale-Bopp waiting to take them to the next level. It was an incredibly tragic event.
More than two thirds of them had college degrees.
But the point here is they were able to deny their instincts for survival using exactly the same systems that were put there to make them survive. That's a lot of control, okay?
One thing that I've left out of this narrative is the obvious thing, which is the focus of the rest of my little talk, and that is other people.
These same valuation systems are redeployed when we're valuing interactions with other people.
So this same dopamine system that gets addicted to drugs, that makes you freeze when you get Parkinson's disease, that contributes to various forms of psychosis, is also redeployed to value interactions with other people and to assign value to gestures that you do when you're interacting with somebody else.
Let me give you an example of this.
You bring to the table such enormous processing power in this domain that you hardly even notice it.
Let me just give you a few examples. So here's a baby.
She's three months old. She still poops in her diapers and she can't do calculus.
She's related to me. Somebody will be very glad that she's up here on the screen.
You can cover up one of her eyes, and you can still read something in the other eye, and I see sort of curiosity in one eye, I see maybe a little bit of surprise in the other.
Here's a couple. They're sharing a moment together, and we've even done an experiment where you can cut out different pieces of this frame and you can still see that they're sharing it. They're sharing it sort of in parallel.
Now, the elements of the scene also communicate this to us, but you can read it straight off their faces, and if you compare their faces to normal faces, it would be a very subtle cue.
Here's another couple. He's projecting out at us, and she's clearly projecting, you know, love and admiration at him.
Here's another couple. And I'm thinking I'm not seeing love and admiration on the left. In fact, I know this is his sister, and you can just see him saying, "Okay, we're doing this for the camera, and then afterwards you steal my candy and you punch me in the face." He'll kill me for showing that.
All right, so what does this mean?
It means we bring an enormous amount of processing power to the problem.
It engages deep systems in our brain, in dopaminergic systems that are there to make you chase sex, food and salt.
They keep you alive. It gives them the pie, it gives that kind of a behavioral punch which we've called a superpower.
So how can we take that and arrange a kind of staged social interaction and turn that into a scientific probe?
And the short answer is games.
Economic games. So what we do is we go into two areas.
One area is called experimental economics. The other area is called behavioral economics.
And we steal their games. And we contrive them to our own purposes.
So this shows you one particular game called an ultimatum game.
Red person is given a hundred dollars and can offer a split to blue. Let's say red wants to keep 70, and offers blue 30. So he offers a 70-30 split with blue.
Control passes to blue, and blue says, "I accept it," in which case he'd get the money, or blue says, "I reject it," in which case no one gets anything. Okay?
So a rational choice economist would say, well, you should take all non-zero offers.
What do people do? People are indifferent at an 80-20 split.
At 80-20, it's a coin flip whether you accept that or not.
Why is that? You know, because you're pissed off.
You're mad. That's an unfair offer, and you know what an unfair offer is.
This is the kind of game done by my lab and many around the world.
That just gives you an example of the kind of thing that these games probe. The interesting thing is, these games require that you have a lot of cognitive apparatus on line.
You have to be able to come to the table with a proper model of another person.
You have to be able to remember what you've done.
You have to stand up in the moment to do that.
Then you have to update your model based on the signals coming back, and you have to do something that is interesting, which is you have to do a kind of depth of thought assay.
That is, you have to decide what that other person expects of you.
You have to send signals to manage your image in their mind.
Like a job interview. You sit across the desk from somebody, they have some prior image of you, you send signals across the desk to move their image We're so good at this we don't really even notice it.
These kinds of probes exploit it. Okay?
In doing this, what we've discovered is that humans are literal canaries in social exchanges.
Canaries used to be used as kind of biosensors in mines.
When methane built up, or carbon dioxide built up, or oxygen was diminished, the birds would swoon before people would -- so it acted as an early warning system: Hey, get out of the mine. Things aren't going so well.
People come to the table, and even these very blunt, staged social interactions, and they, and there's just numbers going back and forth between the people, and they bring enormous sensitivities to it.
So we realized we could exploit this, and in fact, as we've done that, and we've done this now in many thousands of people, I think on the order of five or six thousand. We actually, to make this a biological probe, need bigger numbers than that, remarkably so. But anyway, patterns have emerged, and we've been able to take those patterns, convert them into mathematical models, and use those mathematical models to gain new insights
into these exchanges. Okay, so what?
Well, the so what is, that's a really nice behavioral measure, the economic games bring to us notions of optimal play.
We can compute that during the game.
And we can use that to sort of carve up the behavior.
Here's the cool thing. Six or seven years ago, we developed a team. It was at the time in Houston, Texas.
It's now in Virginia and London. And we built software that'll link functional magnetic resonance imaging devices up over the Internet. I guess we've done up to six machines at a time, but let's just focus on two.
So it synchronizes machines anywhere in the world. We synchronize the machines, set them into these staged social interactions, and we eavesdrop on both of the interacting brains. So for the first time, we don't have to look at just averages over single individuals, or have individuals playing computers, or try to make inferences that way. We can study individual dyads.
We can study the way that one person interacts with another person, turn the numbers up, and start to gain new insights into the boundaries of normal cognition, but more importantly, we can put people with classically defined mental illnesses, or brain damage, into these social interactions, and use these as probes of that.
So we've started this effort. We've made a few hits, a few, I think, embryonic discoveries.
We think there's a future to this. But it's our way of going in and redefining, with a new lexicon, a mathematical one actually, as opposed to the standard ways that we think about mental illness, characterizing these diseases, by using the people as birds in the exchanges. That is, we exploit the fact that the healthy partner, playing somebody with major depression, or playing somebody with autism spectrum disorder, or playing somebody with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder,
we use that as a kind of biosensor, and then we use computer programs to model that person, and it gives us a kind of assay of this.
Early days, and we're just beginning, we're setting up sites around the world. Here are a few of our collaborating sites.
The hub, ironically enough, is centered in little Roanoke, Virginia.
There's another hub in London, now, and the rest are getting set up. We hope to give the data away at some stage. That's a complicated issue about making it available to the rest of the world.
But we're also studying just a small part of what makes us interesting as human beings, and so I would invite other people who are interested in this to ask us for the software, or even for guidance on how to move forward with that.
Let me leave you with one thought in closing.
The interesting thing about studying cognition has been that we've been limited, in a way.
We just haven't had the tools to look at interacting brains simultaneously.
The fact is, though, that even when we're alone, we're a profoundly social creature. We're not a solitary mind built out of properties that kept it alive in the world independent of other people. In fact, our minds depend on other people. They depend on other people, and they're expressed in other people, so the notion of who you are, you often don't know who you are until you see yourself in interaction with people
that are close to you, people that are enemies of you, people that are agnostic to you.
So this is the first sort of step into using that insight into what makes us human beings, turning it into a tool, and trying to gain new insights into mental illness.
Thanks for having me. | {
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The Juggernaut properly guarded against our attacks with its shields while using the lower pair of arms to attack us. It had a very solid fighting style.
His fight that focused on defense reminded me of that kidnapper from before. Add its Undead nature on top of that, and youâd get the worst opponent for me.
I couldnât strangle it to death, and slashes barely affected it. It was a type of opponent that Iâd try to avoid if I could, were I alone. But this time, I wasnât, and this wasnât that spacious lumberyard but a labyrinth passage.
I made full use of my mobility strengthened by threads, using walls and even the ceiling as a foothold to disturb the enemy. When I attracted its attention enough, Maxwell barraged it with Energy Bolts from the shooting system and ended the battle.
Looking back, it was a reasonable outcome. But breaking through its defenses was harder than I thought and it took a little longer. But that âlittleâ could become fatal considering my stamina consumption.
âIt seems it is over.â
âHaa... Haa...â
âWhat is wrong? Your magic disease is already healed, is it not?â
âIt is healed but my stamina itself hasnât made a recovery yet. Besides, this body has weak stamina, to begin with.â
âThatâs quite troubling. If you donât train your body properly, you will suffer during childbirth.â
âDonât say such disgusting crap!â
Asteâs wild advice made me get goosebumps. But certainly, since this body was that of a woman, there was a situation that could invite such an outcome.
That said, I would utterly reject that situation. I mean, my menstruation hasnât even started, to begin with.
âAnyway, you should be satisfied with this, right, Maxwell? Letâs go back already and get the materials.â
âSo you say, but I donât even know where your hideout is.â
âFor better or worse, my base was in Maleva. You know that, right?â
âThe reason I knew Aste was due to that too. Aste also put his eyes on that mountain because people donât visit it. Itâs even called the Sanctuary of the God of Destruction, so in a way, itâs something like the headquarters of the heretics.â
âThat is quite disappointing.â
Aste looked a bit displeased about it. Dude, you arenât even her relative. Actually, since he lives there, maybe heâs a distant descendant of her like me.
âWell, the point is that humans donât visit it. Since I was also a local, thereâs no way I wouldnât have my eyes on it, right?â
âIn other words, your hideout is also on that mountain?â
âThatâs right.â
That said, my hideout was closer to the base of that mountain. We had to return from Asteâs house, which was in the middle of it, to the base. I would normally need minutes for the job, but at this late hour and with my legs, it could even take me until morning now.
âOh, the guy that was always rustling around near the base... That was you?â
âHuh?â
Aste interrupted my thoughts with one comment. He actually noticed me?
âThis place is my home area. Or rather, the kingdom has legally given me this land. If someone started sneaking around and brought things into a deserted house, it was natural for me to get curious about it, right?â
âS-So thatâs how it was...?â
I was surprised about the fact that he was the landlord, but the fact that he was able to grasp my movements from such a distance shocked me even more. This guy was really a big mystery.
âAnyway, I know that place too. I can take you there with my Portal Gate.â
âThat would be nice. And while you are at it, can you help me carry the materials?â
â...You sure like pushing me around. Well, fine, I donât mind that much.â
Aste invoked his magic. It was different magic compared to the one he used to take us here. It was similarly shaped to the one Maxwell used all the time. Of course, Maxwell didnât overlook that.
âIt seems that you are using a different spell compared to before, why is that?â
âWell, the other one I used was for jumping to corresponding magic circles. I havenât made one in this guyâs base.â
âAh, I see.â
Donât make such a thing in my secret base... Is what I wanted to say, but I was the idiot for having my base discovered. If anyone aside from Aste discovered it, they couldâve taken everything I had there.
Next time, letâs look for a harder-to-find place.
Maxwell jumped right into the magic circle. He was already familiar with it so he didnât show a particular interest. Following after him, my surroundings momentarily changed to the forest scenery.
It was the same old scenery where I had built my hideout.
âAhh... This brings back memories.â
âIs this the correct place? I heard there was a ghost town here.â
âIt is. Look, you can see the roof over there, right?â
The place I pointed at had a strange building with only its roof visible from the ground.
âThere was apparently a village here about years ago which got swallowed by the avalanche of earth and rocks after the eruption. The majority of the houses got buried underground, but a rare few remained with visible rooftops. I used one of them as a hideout.â
Maxwell started walking towards it while brushing his long beard. After a few steps, he stopped and turned around.
âAre you not going to stop me?â
âWhy should I? We came here because we had business there.â
âNo, I mean, there must be traps and such set up inside.â
âIf I set traps in this kind of ruins, it would instead be a dead giveaway that thereâs something of importance hidden here.â
â...Hmm. Is that so?â
I passed by Maxwell and approached the rooftop. As the first floor was completely submerged underground, the only way to get inside was through the attic. After a while, Aste also joined us, so I invited both of them inside my hideout. | {
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âIs that you, Lowizc?â
Lowizc entered the room donning an air of ignorance.
After pulling off a variety of ruses, Pumpkin was protected by the First Princeâs army and was able to recover for almost a week in a reasonably secure area of Senkonoto Castle.
Even if it was a masquerade, he was wounded to a certain extent, so it was understandable regarding recuperation. In truth, all he wanted to was simply receive the reward for rescuing the hostages and retreat to Samsara Egg Village, but he also had to deal with postwar rewards, interviews, and other things of that nature.
He figured it was alright because it was preferable to the summoning of the God of Destructionâs main body and there was no penalty for not eliminating the Fourth Princeâs trump card.
âAh, so only Pumpkin is here?â
âYouâre back to your true personality as soon as you find out I am alone.â
âWhatâs wrong with that? Itâs easier this way.â
Lowizc adopted a tone that was more masculine than her girlish appearance after she learned that Pumpkin was the only person in the room.
Pumpkin had met Lowizc by chance about a year ago, but he was still having trouble getting used to how rapidly she shifted her tone.
âHow are your wounds?â
âI can conveniently sunbathe because the south wall has collapsed. Just within moments, all of my wounds are healing.â
âYour body is as useful as ever.â
Lowizc occupied a seat at a desk in the room and moved her fingers a few times to use her magic.
Hmm, is it sensory concealment or disruption or something like that? It feels slightly different, though.
âSo whatâs your business? I assume itâs something related to Lean-sama since you went to the trouble of using concealment magic.â
âWell, to put it simply, itâs a request for payment. Here.â
âHmm?â
Lowizc handed him a piece of paper when she finished speaking.
The content is... hmm, I donât really understand it, but it looks like a bill of some sort.
âI mean, whatâs the point of me looking at it? About this.â
âThe client should be able to see it through your eyes, so thereâs no problem. And, incidentally, the payment should have been sent using your location.â
âHmm? I donât get it but well...â
[The bill has been verified.]
â!?â
âSee, Iâm sure the message got through.â
Leanâs voice then abruptly resounded across the room.
It would appear that Lean really did understand the situation in some way, just as Lowizc had said.
[Let me send you this as payment. Pumpkin. Put your hand in front of you.]
âAh, ye... s!?â
âOh, so this is... it!?â
A ribbon suddenly materialized in Pumpkinâs hand as he extended it and slipped out of his grasp.
The moment Pumpkin and Lowizc observed the ribbon... they both uncontrollably stopped moving when they realized how much magic power it contained.
The ribbon may not be as strong as the staff given to Pumpkin at the time of the arm of the God of Destruction, but it still possessed enough magic power to make a personâs cheeks convulse.
[This ribbon is a thing that I have used regularly for several decades to imbue it with magic power and divine protection. Itâs a reasonable payment.]
âU-Um... please accept it.â
Lean offered it as if it were nothing, but Pumpkin got the impression that this was definitely rewarding Lowizc excessively.
Because the way Lowizcâs cheeks were twitching was unbelievable. And so was Pumpkin.
âT-Then, I will take my leave.â
âO-Oh, take care.â
Lowizc left the place by using some kind of magic to make herself disappear. Perhaps she used some kind of teleportation magic.
Leanâs voice and presence then vanished along with it. Even if it wasnât, the fact that she emerged so quickly was presumably due to Lowizcâs spell of concealment.
âAnyway, Iâm going to sleep while sunbathing.â
Pumpkin muttered to himself and decided to fall asleep while basking in the sun to focus on healing his wounds.
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âHmm? Is it night already?â
By the time he came to, it was nighttime.
The outside air was streaming in through the broken wall, making it somewhat chilly.
He then heard someoneâs footsteps approaching his room.
âMay I come in, Pumpkin-san?â
âYes, please.â
The approaching footsteps halted in front of the door, knocked it twice, and then shouted for Pumpkin.
âIâm here to assist Pumpkin-dono guide the eveningâs banquet on behalf of His Majesty Akito and the First Prince Saku.â
âOh, I canât eat, and Iâm not very adept at formal settings like that... and Iâm also wounded.â
When Pumpkin expressed this to the soldier, who claimed to be there to guide him, the soldier shook his head and continued.
âEven so, you should at the very least show up. There is no way that you, who was employed by First Prince Saku for this matter, will not be present at tonightâs banquet, which is both a victory party and the Crown Princeâs installation and engagement ceremony.â
âMmm.â
âOn the other hand, once you arrive, everything will be taken care of and your reputation will be saved.â
âWell, if you put it that way, itâs true. It canât be helped, Iâll just have to drop in, get a few drinks to show up, and then Iâll be on my way.â
âThank you for your time.â
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When the light died down and the dizziness went away, there were vast grasslands spread before me. This was a teleportation location just outside of the Kevin domain, and a little walk from here would take us to the town.
Still, there was no change to the fact that this was a sight you wouldnât see in the Raumâs capital, so Letina and Matisse voiced their admiration at the abundant grasslands spread before them.
Michelle and I werenât surprised by this level of grasslands, however. We were the genuine country bumpkins that originated from an even more rural place.
âAmazing! Iâve never seen such huge grasslands!â
Matisse shouted full of unusual liveliness. Even Letina dropped her usually indifferent attitude and was restlessly looking around.
Given the way she was acting, sheâd definitely start running around if we left her be. We were well aware that Letina had a mischievous nature contrary to what her appearance suggested.
âDonât break the line now, okay?â
âI-I know already!â
She replied to my warning in a suspicious way. Michelle starting giggling when she saw it.
âThatâs right. We are walking to the Cosmos Garden. Everyone form two rows and follow me!â
Cortina shouted and started leading the way. At the end of the rows was Elliot who kept a close eye so the kids would not go astray. I also held hands with Matisse and followed the path.
âLetina, stop looking at me so greedily.â
âIâll switch to you later, so wait.â
âSorry, Lady Letina.â
Seeing Letina putting up a tough front made even Matisse break into a smile. And thus, we spent the rest of the ride in such a lively manner.
Priscilla wasnât with us now, but she should have secretly slipped in during the teleportation and followed us. I could sense her presence so she was definitely observing us from somewhere.
Although we were walking, itâs not like we were that close to our destination. It was a distance youâd usually cover with a carriage.
This time, we werenât going to the Kevin domainâs town, but instead to study the Cosmos fields on its edge. Then weâd have lunch there and return back to this teleportation location and go back to the Academy.
It was hardly something to call an adventure, but kids like Matisse who rarely left the town thought otherwise.
âAh, look, bees! But why are they so strangely round?â
Matisse pointed at the bugs flying around and raised a cheer.
âThose are honeybees. They have a habit of collecting the flower nectar, so they arenât seen in towns that often.â
âThey are delicious if you fry them with sugar, you know?â
âWait, they are edible?â
âYup, they are sweet!â
Michelle said something exceedingly bumpkin-like. But as she said, honeybees that had high nutritious value were indeed precious ingredients in rural areas that had food problems. It was a little difficult to make a city dweller like Matisse nod to that.
I held back a laugh at her stiff reply at Michelleâs comment. I donât know how it happened, but in the academy, she had a reputation of a âcollected and hardworking young ladyâ. There was hardly a reason for me to ruin that reputation with my laughter.
âAh, look! A cow! Itâs a cow!â
âYeah, looks tasty.â
âHuh...?â
Matisse once again shouted in excitement when she saw a cow that was grazing leisurely, but Michelle only saw it as an ingredient. In the first place, we hunted a buffalo around the capital, so it wasnât such a rare sight. For us, that is.
Even after that, Matisse reacted a few more times whenever she saw some animal only to be replied with âlooks tastyâ by Michelle.
âYou really eat anything, huh, Michelle?â
âItâs not everything... but I suppose I eat everything thatâs huntable?â
âYou are pretty... wild, huh.â
âI-Itâs not just me, Nicoleâs the same, okay?â
âReally?â
She looked at me to pass the topic... but I wasnât sure it would do good to my reputation to answer truthfully. After all, while I was Lyell and Mariaâs child, I was also a huge bumpkin. I ate bees and hunted cows. And in some cases, I even ate lizard-like monsters called Kratos.
This was partly due to my discipline from the adventuring days, but my parents did not particularly comment on it other than saying that it was good that I wasnât a picky eater.
Rather, when remembering my infancy days where I ate far too little, I was thankful to eat whatever food was offered to me.
âW-Well... I suppose I eat most things that can be put on the table. And there are various customs based on regions too.â
âOh, you are quite well informed, Nicole.â
âYouâre quite informed yourself, Letina, since you are explaining all that.â
I was mainly specialized in personal battles since my previous life, so my knowledge about monster ecology wasnât that good. That kind of knowledge fell under Maxwell, Cortina and Mariaâs field of expertise. I merely followed their directions and aimed for the weaknesses that they taught me.
For that reason, I barely had knowledge regarding the monsters Iâve never actually seen. It was far easier for me to challenge humans whose abilities could be guessed from their movements and posture.
âYouâre amazing too, Lady Letina!â
Matisse still used âladyâ when referring to Letina. This was because she was still a major noble of this country. I was a commoner by standing, so she was more casual with me, but part of the reason was that I hated being called with honorifics.
Thus, while we were busy talking amongst us, our destination, the field of flowers, finally came into sight. Kevin Domain was originally in the middle of the forest, but the lord cleaned up the trees, and after searching for the local specialties that would suit the climate, he settled on the flower fields.
The various flowers distributed from their fields were tended with magic and drugs and made to be hard to wither, and then shipped to every corner of Raum. And then, they were used to decorate various ceremonies and rituals. Such vast flower fields were a rarity even in Raum.
âOkay, weâre here! Take a look, this is the Cosmos Garden!â
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The magicians of the church detained the magicians of the Gursber family.
And Bagil, Gris and a few people from the church want to investigate one of the facilities.
However, they found a giant crater instead of the said facility.
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The big hole before him proves that there was some kind of facility here.
But it looks like the facility just disappeared into thin air.
To this unbelievable sight, Bagil lost his words.
ãWhat should we do, captain?ã
ãLetâs return to the church and hear the story from other victimsã
ãUnderstoodã
He received the news from other teams that the victims were successfully liberated and escorted back, so he decided to return to the church in Freestan.
Upon coming back, they compared the information and came to know that only this facility disappeared.
Bagil thought that it was strange and returned to the scene on the next day to carefully examine the area. He managed to discover the remains of something resembling a building.
Of course, there was no one there. Bagil increased the range of the search but still returned empty-handed.
He only discovered the skin of a magical beast with all its internal organs disappeared. It had a nauseating stench and he could determine what it was when it was alive.
In the end, unable to discover anything else, they closed the case. But there were still people that werenât convinced. Bagil was one of them.
Three days later, Bagil returned to the central kingdom and reported to the seven sages.
ãThis crater is definitely the remnant of the facility. But why did it disappear? If you think about it...could it be the dark attribute?! ã
Thinking about it once again, this place really fits the description of the aftermath after the dark magic.
ãThen, could it be a person from Dakuria? Then what is with that beastâs skin? There is the Great Dalis Canyon in that direction....itâs hard to imagine he had some business in that place. But why...ã
While Bagil was thinking that, his subordinate, Gris, entered the room.
ãWith that, the incident reached its conclusionã
ãYeah, good work, tell that to everyoneã
The case is still ongoing. Bagil though so, but couldnât tell Gris who didnât know about the dark attribute.
ãUnderstood. By the way, do you know what kind of people the special magicians are? ã
ãWhy do you ask?ã
Why the special magicians all of the sudden, though Bagil. But in the next moment, he became shocked.
ãIt seems they allow their daughters to venture into the dark territoryã
ãDaughter in the dark territory?ã
ãEh, the gatekeepers met a boy and two girls coming from the dark territory. It seems they are affiliated with a special magician. The family head claimed that they were subjugating magical beastsã
Judging by common sense, there is no father that will send his own daughter into the dark territory, but Bagil was rather sensitive to the words âdark territoryâ recently.
Thatâs why he asked for details.
ãWhich family is that?ã
ãEtto, Thunder Godâs, if I remember correctlyã
ãI see. There are some interesting people in this worldã
ãYouâre right. Well then, I will excuse myselfã
ãGood workã
Gris left the room and Bagil was left alone again.
Remembering what Gris just said, he started thinking again.
ãIf you follow the line from the facility to the corpse, there will be the Great Dalis Canyon ahead. And once you pass it, there will be the Aquaristan.....The gatekeepers said that they didnât remember themã
Thinking about that, for a boy and two girls, it is impossible to pass through the Great Dalis Canyon. But if they belong to the special magicianâs family it is a different matter altogether.
And if you add the dark attribute into the mess, the situation changes again.
ãThis case still hasnât ended after all. I guess I should take a break and return to Aquaristan from some timeã
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In the meantime, the boss showed no signs of moving.
âThe boss room is just a little up ahead.â
I had already shown them a map and explained to them where the enemy was.
However, we had fought many battles since then. And so they may have forgotten.
And so I explained it to them once again.
âWeâll head for the boss room once we get through the big room. Shia and Serulis, you go to the room with the humans.â
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âLeave it to us.â
After running for a little longer, we reached the large room. It was big enough for five dragons to fit inside.
And on the sides, there were large windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. Kathe would have been able to fit through if she was in dragon form.
Well, maybe they werenât so much windows, as glass put between thick pillars.
The glass looked very expensive. That in itself told me that the owner of this place was very wealthy.
And in the room were large objects that were covered in cloth.
Shia looked at them in puzzlement.
âWhat are those things?â
âThose are...â
Just as I was about to tell her what Magic Exploration had told me...
âGGGGGGGGGGG...
A massive explosive sound echoed in the room. And then small metal fragments began to shoot towards us.
It was magic machines that were under the cloth.
The cloth came off after they started shooting, and about machines appeared from under them.
The machines were lined up in two neat rows and started firing at the same time. There was nowhere to run.
That meant it was up to the sorcerer. And so I created a magic barrier to cover everyone.
Eric, Goran, and Kathe dashed towards the magic machines.
They left my barriers to protect them and focused on attacking.
That was a sign of how much they trusted me. I couldnât let them down.
It was just as Eric and the others were closing in on the machines...
âGAAOOOOOAAAAA!
From the side, outside of the building, there was an enormous roar and then poisonous breath was unleashed towards us.
The large glass panels shattered and the shards rained down on us.
Evil dragons were attacking us now. And it wasnât just one.
There were five dragons on each side and they were all unleashing their poison breath onto us.
Of course, there had never been any place to escape, to begin with.
But now it would be much harder to defend everyone.
Worse, the glass shards were shooting towards us like sharp knives.
Furthermore, the metal bullets that the magic machines were firing were physical attacks, while the poison breath was a magic attack. And poison was also hard to deal with.
This was because it didnât need to hit you directly to be effective. Even if I could guard them against it on the surface, it still drifted in the air.
âLeave it to me!â
I shouted out loud. This was to calm down the advance guard.
However, it was unnecessary. They werenât slowing down at all.
They knew about the bullets, poison breath, and raining glass, but they ignored them.
This was because they trusted me.
Goran slashed the magic machines with his sword. As there was a fire effect on it, the metal melted at the same time.
Ericâs holy sword cut through the armor and into the core.
Katheâs fists and feet were enveloped in wind magic as she punched and kicked.
The magic machines flew up into the air as high as the ceiling.
All the while, I kept the magic barriers up and blocked the bullets and glass.
While making sure it didnât hit the others, I used it to suck up the poison breath and send it outside.
Both the poison and the glass were picked up and thrown towards the evil dragons.
Doing all of this required a lot of power and precision while controlling magic.
It would be more efficient to allow Kathe to attack with wind magic.
However, I was currently using wind magic to protect. So it was better if I did it.
âBeep-beep-beep-beep...â
A row of machines was swept up by my wind and thrown into the ceiling.
Then they fell all at once and crashed to the ground.
By then, Eric, Goran, and Kathe had killed the other five magic machines in the front.
However, we still had the evil dragons to deal with.
âKathe! You take the right side! Donât hold back!â
Kathe turned into a dragon in an instant and then unleashed her powerful wind breath outside.
She knocked down two stone pillars as she cut into the dragons on the right side.
âGAAAA!â
The evil dragons let out screams of pain. The breath of the wind dragon ruler was too powerful.
Kathe was very reliable with wind magic when there was no need to adjust the strength.
On the other hand, I had five evil dragons to kill on the left side.
I conjured up magic lances and shot each dragon with .
âDddddd...
The evil dragons tried to dodge them, but my magic lances were faster.
They sank deep into the flesh of the evil dragons.
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âIt sure has been a while, hasnât it? Ichiko.â
Lady Ryo slowly emerged from the depths of the dungeon.
Her appearance was different from when she was once a âKirijin,â with pure white hair and red eyes, and her attire had shifted to a loose-fitting outfit.
âSo, what can I do for you today?â
âYes. Actually...â
I informed Lady Ryo that Kurokiri had gone to confront the God of Calamity. After that, I explained to her why I didnât go with him.
âThatâs why I came to see you today, Lady Ryo, because I have a favor to request of you.â
âGo ahead and share it with me.â
Lady Ryoâs unique skill was âªThe One Who Guides All Livesâ«. When it came to recovery, it had the potency to save the life of a person on the verge of death. With its commanding effect, it can make the dead and the living serve Lady Ryo irrespective of their physical condition.
And this time, after the battle between Kurokiri and the God of Calamity would be over, I had come to request Lady Ryo to heal the returning Kurokiri.
After all, the opponent was the God of Calamity. Even if Kurokiri triumphed, he may not remain unscathed, and depending on the severity of his wounds, it may not be possible to heal him using only those with healing skills who were present in âWhite Mist and Black Swamp Forestâ.
And when I had told that much to Lady Ryo, she said...
âI understand. I will accept the treatment for his injuries under one condition.â
âCondition?â
I stiffened somewhat. Although I was positive that Lady Ryo would not be that unreasonable in her request, I was nevertheless apprehensive.
âIchiko. Go and join Kurokiri.â
âEh, but Miss. You want me to go to Kurokiriâs side...!?â
âIt doesnât matter what circumstances Kurokiri is in. Besides, Ichiko, from the bottom of your heart, I know you wish to accompany him too.â
That is... certainly true... but with my abilities, I would serve as a hindrance... thatâs why Kurokiri left me behind.
âDonât worry, we have a countermeasure for that. Izumi.â
âIchiko onee-chan, itâs been a long time.â
In response to Lady Ryoâs call, Izumi came out from the back of the room.
âIzumi!? When did you come back!?â
âIt was only a short while ago. I had a hunch that something bad would be happening so I came back,â Izumi replied with a cheerful smile.
âIs... that so? And the countermeasure is...?â
âThe details are a trade secret, but I can do something to counteract the interference of the God of Calamity and make a couple of special things to happen without any problem.â
With an extremely pleasant smile on her face, Izumi puffed up with pride.
âSo the rest is up to you, Ichiko. You can either stay in this world and wait anxiously for Kurokiri to return, or you can go after him and defeat the God of Calamity together. Thatâs what Iâm talking about.â
âMe...? The decision lies with me...?â
Assuming that I do not go to the God of Calamityâs place, will Kurokiri prevail over the God of Calamity unscathed? And if I head over there, will Kurokiri be able to overcome the God of Calamity in one piece?
...I donât have to worry about this aspect at this point. Should I prove to be a burden for Kurokiri, I will simply retreat. As long as I can be of help, then I can be useful. If I do not go there, though, neither choice is accessible to me.
I locked my gaze on Izumi.
âIchiko onee-chan, what do you think about him? If he is who you have in your heart, then there is no need for you to be hesitant, right?â
How do I feel about Kurokiri?
I didnât need to be confronted with such a question now.
After all, Kurokiri is the one...
âIzumi. Please tell me if you have a strategy against the God of Calamity. I want to save Kurokiri.â
...I love.
âI understand.â
Izumi took my hand in hers and channeled some kind of power into it.
Perhaps this was the countermeasure against the God of Calamity, as Izumi claimed.
âThen off you go. The battle has already begun, so youâd better hurry.â
âYes.â
And I rushed out to save Kurokiri.
âââââ
âSo who the hell are you?â
âWhat are you talking about? Ryo onee-chan.â
After Ichiko had left, I called out to that someone who was in the guise of Izumi.
âSeveral days ago, it was confirmed by a meeting of the Six Demon Kings of this country, including myself, that Izumi has been located on the continent of America. So, at this point, she would have to use âUltra-long-distance Transportation Formationâ to be here. However, according to my memory, the last time the âUltra-long-distance Transportation Formationâ was deployed was two weeks ago. For her to show up here physically, itâs impossible.â
âCouldnât I have just used some unknown skill that you donât know about, Ryo onee-chan?â
âThat may be so. But unlike Ichiko, who was preoccupied with Kurokiri, you canât deceive my eyes.â
â?â
âYour wording is clearly different.â
At my remark, someone smiled with an insane smirk that Izumi would never show.
âOh no, even though I did it on purpose, it is obvious that I will be exposed. Well, donât worry about it. This is the end of my interference in this world. Iâll leave it to those two to defeat that
âCounter... feit...?â
You call that God of Calamity a counterfeit...?
Then, who is the one controlling Izumiâs body now...
âDo not be so cavalier in your understanding. Well then, I will return her body and leave the care of this child to you.â
Izumiâs body collapsed forward on the spot as she said this, and I rushed to support her.
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I had already explained to Shia that it led to a room next to Ericâs bedroom.
âSo this is the place then.â
I also explained it to Grulf, as he had missed it yesterday.
Both Shia and Grulf knew that Eric was the king.
Perhaps that was why they started to inspect the wall seriously.
Shia and Grufl began a thorough inspection of the wall.
It was no surprise, as Grulf was a wolf, but as a beastkin, Shia also had a sharp sense of smell.
She used not only her eyes, but her nose to check things.
Luchila and I watched them silently. I didnât want to bother them.
âCluck-cluck.â
Gerberga on the other hand, seemed to have no interest in the wall. He was searching for bugs and eating them.
After all, to the great God Fowl Gerberga, the king was only human.
Perhaps he did not feel that the king held any authority worth noting.
âI have used my Scout abilities to check the wall. I saw nothing strange.â
It was a relief to have Shia say this.
Shia wasnât only a B Rank Warrior, but a talented Scout.
âWell, I did cast some spells on it before leaving yesterday. Itâs good that it looks like an ordinary wall.â
âI would expect nothing less of your magic, Mister Locke.â
âSo, what would you do if you wanted to break through this wall, Shia?â
âI would bring a hammer and smash it.â
I kept a hammer in my magic bag years ago. But not anymore.
I had only just acquired my new magic bag, so it was nearly empty.
âI would have like to test it if we had a hammer with us...â
âThen it cannot be helped.â
âYes. Oh well. I might as well deactivate the magic now.â
Just as I raised my hand in order to do so, Luchila became frantic.
âMister Locke! Please wait for a second!â
âWhat is it?â
âWeâre next to the kingâs bedroom. Are we really just allowed to open it?â
â...Thatâs true.â
That was true. And Gerberga seemed to agree.
âBut didnât you tell him yesterday that you would be visiting?â
âThen His Majesty is likely prepared to receive you at any time.â
âThatâs right. Maybe it is as Shia says.â
Now Luchila was agreeing with Shia. And so was Gerberga.
âYes!â
âThen I will deactivate the magic.â
âHow very exciting!â
Shia and Grulfâs tails were wagging vigorously.
Once I deactivated the magic, it returned to being a normal wall.
And since it was only rocks that were stacked hurriedly, they could crumble with a push.
Someone would probably get hurt if they were standing on the other side. As these rocks were heavy.
âShia, Luchila. Letâs carefully remove the rocks and place them on this side.â
I said in a quiet voice. I didnât want to alarm any maid who might be in the other room.
But then again, this was Eric.
He had probably warned people not to enter the room.
âUnderstood.â
Shia and Luchila answered quietly.
Just as we were about to start moving the rocks, we heard a voice from the other side.
âThere was a voice. Thatâs strange.â
And then,
âHey!â
A shout. And then a single rock shot out from the wall towards us.
There was now a fist sticking out of the hole.
âAhh!â
âCluck!â âGrr!!â
Luchila, Gerberga and Grulf all looked surprised.
The person on the other side had punched through the wall.
They must be pretty strong.
The hand began touching the surrounding wall as if searching for something. Then it pulled back in.
I cautiously looked through the hole to see the other side.
Just then, an eye appeared on the other side and looked at me.
âOh, is that your voice, Ruck?â
It was the queen, Refi.
Refi had been in our party until she had children with Eric.
She was always the type of person to solve problems through brute force.
âWhat are you doing there?â
âItâs a long story. But can you move away for now? I need to take down these rocks.â
I waited for Refi to move away, then I used magic to take down the rocks.
As long as I knew there was no one right behind it, I could take down the wall without being too careful.
At least I knew that I wouldnât be flattening any maids.
It wouldnât be heavy to carry in my bag, and I could throw them away later.
And so I removed the rocks and entered the room where Refi was waiting.
âItâs been so long.â
âYes, it really has.â
Refi was wearing fine but not extravagant clothes.
Obviously, she only walked around naked during the night.
After that, I introduced everyone.
Refi seemed to be very fond of Grulf. She petted him frequently.
âStill, Ruck. You really havenât aged at all...if anything, you look younger?â
âYou havenât changed much yourself, Refi.â
âYou are much better at flattery than before.â
Refi said with a laugh.
âEric said that no one must enter this room. And so I was suspicious and decided to wait here.â
âWell, we planned to do some construction work today. He must have not wanted anyone to get hurt.â
âThen he should have just told me that.â
Perhaps he wanted to surprise her after the secret passage was complete.
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Eh? Isnât going to the bathroom actually unnecessary for me? Well, I guess if I really wanted to then that would be the case. But if I didnât use it, wouldnât I lose the ability to use those muscles? As such, just to be safe, it should be alright to go. Yep.
But, even so after I finished, I would still use the Cleaning skill to wash myself. Since I like being clean.
Anyways, I guess I should eat before heading off to work.
Todayâs breakfast was the usual bread, salad, and soup. But Iâm fine with that.
After getting some bread for lunch, I waved goodbye to the ponytail girl...to Lily as I left the inn.
I went straight to the guild. And immediately to the receptionist window.
The person at the window today was the receptionist lady who handled my guild registration. She had curly blonde hair in a bob cut fashion. And she emitted a really feminine feeling. To be frank, she was totally my type. I was feeling a bit turned on at the moment.
âAh, will you be gathering today?â
âYes, please.â
âAh, is that so? If youâre just gathering herbs, you actually donât have to come take the request at the counter each time. You can just go out and go to the purchasing counters when you return.â
âEh?â
I was given an explanation. It seems that it wasnât necessary to come to the window to accept the always available gathering requests. So it turned out I was just wasting time. Which was quite embarrassing.
âBut I really like the image of how hard youâre working. Please do your best?â
Yes, Iâll do my best. Rather, Iâm brimming with vigor right now!
Thus, I headed into the forest today. There were numerous people following me today too. But unlike the last time, there were more children who looked under years old. It looked like there were people who were above , theyâre probably in a party? And then there were six other kids.
I didnât really want to engage with them, so I just ignored them and gathered by myself. But I still had quite a lot left in my stockpile. Like a few days ago, I gathered in multiple different areas at a moderate pace.
I glanced over at a boy nearby, he was gathering ordinary grass instead of herbs. I guess it canât be helped.
âThose arenât herbs.â
âItâs similar, but the plants next to it are the herbs. What you just gathered are a different type of plant.â
âT-Thanks.â
I didnât give a reply back since I had just helped on a whim. Yep.
I looked around me, and it looked like all the children who were under were younger than me.
Although I was only ten, there was still one main difference between us, they werenât getting enough nutrients.......but even so, I wasnât planning on feeding them.
Afterwards, I continued gathering more herbs for a while. Should I have lunch soon? Iâm getting hungry. Letâs leave the forest then. And have some lunch.
I exited the forest and prepared the tent. Then I began preparing the food. The children who were following me looked confused. Itâs not like I have to be mindful of them since theyâre just following me. Iâm not the leader of their group or anything. So I will just leave them be.
Even so, there was one child who was persistent and called out to me. It was the child that I warned earlier.
âU-Um, are you not going to gather anymore?â
â......Iâll consider whether I should continue or not later in the afternoon. Because right nowâs the time for lunch. Besides, itâs not like weâre gathering together, and weâre not friends either. Isnât it fine for you all to just do whatever you want?â
I was being a bit cold, but it couldnât be helped. I was just speaking the truth.
They were all just following me of their own will, so it would be troublesome if they were to think I was part of their group just because of that. Even earlier when I warned him, I did that on a whim and nothing more.
I redirected my attention and continued on with preparing my meal.
Thanks to Norn, there was still a lot of horned rabbit meat left, so I was planning on using it to make a garlic roast. I just bought the garlic yesterday. But Iâm going to skip over the details of the cooking process. I ate the meal with bread and was soon full. Thank you for the meal.
The children I was eating the food around were sneaking looks at me. But, right, unfortunately, I didnât feel like gathering anymore. Iâm planning on continuing to cook here for today. Why?
Because I wanted to eat udon.
I finally managed to obtain flour, so it would be useless if I didnât use it! Therefore, udon!
But even so, I didnât have any kelp or bonito to make the broth for the noodles. So I was planning to make a chicken-based broth using salt as the main seasoning. I had plenty of chicken bones to use as stock after all. Well, technically not chicken, but some sort of bird? Right, Iâm not exactly sure, but itâs definitely some type of huge bird.
I refocused my attention and poured water into a pot I brought out. I boiled the water once to remove any bacteria. I was using storage to do all this. I chopped a leek into smaller sizes and then dropped them into the water along with some garlic and ginger. When it began boiling, I brought the heat down to low. After that, I just kept an eye on it as it cooked on low heat.
In the meantime, I began to knead the udon noodles. Since itâs troublesome to explain the step-by-step process, Iâm just going to skip over the boring stuff.
And since the leftover soup is good, Iâll just filter it and be finished with this for now. Iâll leave adjusting the taste for later.
Next, I stretched out the udon dough that was laid out, dusted flour on it, and cut them. With that, all the ingredients were now complete. I guess I should finish the rest up back at the inn? It was getting late by the time I realized. The children who followed me had all left already.
I got up and began preparing to clean up and head back, but when I looked back there was another pile of monster corpses. Norn........
After being paid 0 small gold coins at the guild, I returned back to the inn. Udon! Udon! UDON!
âLilly, please lend me the kitchen.â
âYes, gladly!â
I appreciate the enthusiasm, Lily. But is it alright not to ask the cook for permission first?
I took off my cloak and began preparing todayâs meal. But since the ingredients were already prepared beforehand, I just have to finish cooking it. I took out two pots. And two bowls. Then the ingredients.
I added water to one of the pots and began boiling it, and added the leftover soup to the other pot. I started the fire.
And began chopping all the ingredients. Cabbages, carrots, and a good amount of chicken. I then placed them into the soup and began lightly boiling them. I also added salt and soy sauce to adjust the taste.
When the hot water began boiling, I added the udon noodles. After the udon noodles finished cooking, I drained the water and placed it into a bowl. Then I added an appropriate amount of soup and ingredients. And with that everything was complete.
Now letâs just hurry up and clean the used cooking utensils!
I called Lily and we moved into the dining room. And I gestured for her to eat too.
Yep, delicious. Udon is delicious! And no, Iâm not a person from the udon prefecture.
Lily had also started eating and was completely silent. Ah, by the way, Iâm eating with chopsticks and Lilly is using a fork. But it didnât look like she was having any difficulties eating. Though, as expected, it wouldnât be something befitting for the nobles.
Soon, both of us finished eating our meals. But Iâm sorry, I guess? Thereâs actually still more left. And I added more to our bowls.
âOhhhhh!â
Lily, your face is all flushed up. How cute.
After Lily finished downing the entire second bowl, she was completely out.
Udon noodles were quite something. What will happen to this child if I give her kelp or bonito? Never mind, I will take responsibility at that time, yes letâs do that.
The customers around me were screaming stuff into the kitchen, but I ignored them. I completed the preparation process outside, so I was basically already done when I cooked inside the kitchen. As such, imitating what I made isnât possible.
I left the beet-red Lily to another waitress and went to take a bath before immediate going to bed. I wonder what I should make next time? | {
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When I finished laying out the branches, Leo approached me happily.
âMs, Lyra. Is that all right?â
âI would be very grateful if Leo would light up the fire. If anything, I would have requested it myself.â
âI see. Well, Leo. You can light it then.â
âGrau!â
Upon hearing my words, Leo barked once. And just like before, she breathed fire from her mouth.
It wasnât too strong or too weak as it burned the branches in the center, and the flames spread out.
âNow the bonfire is completed.â
âYes. Thank you. And thank you, Leo.â
After being thanked by Ms. Lyra, I thought that Leo would want to be praised, but when I looked, Ms. Claire was already there and petting her on the head.
Leo looked very pleased as she barked.
It was nice seeing them get along.
âThen I will cook the orc meat. While the sun is still high, it would be best to dress the meat quickly.â
âI see. Should I help you?â
â...Indeed... Three orcs is a lot of work for one person, so it would be a great help.â
âI understand.â
âAre you going too, Leo?â
When Ms. Lyra and I tried to go to where the orcs were placed, Leo moved away from Ms. Claireâs pets, and came to stand next to me.
Ms. Claire looked a little sad that Leo was no longer within reach.
âLeo. Why donât you stay here and wait with Ms. Claire?â
âWuff!â
As if to reject this idea, Leo lifted a paw and extended her claws out.
...Now that I thought about it, Leo had dressed the meat the first time that we ate an orc...
Oh, well. While it meant leaving Ms. Claire alone, it wasnât even a minuteâs walk from here, so it should be fine.
âLady Claire. Please sit here by the fire and rest a little longer. As we are close to the river, you will get a chill if youâre not careful. And being warmed by the fire will help ease your fatigue.â
âI did wish to watch the dressing of the orc meat up close... But...very well then. I shall watch from here.â
After Ms. Lyra spoke to Ms. Claire, we left her and walked towards the meat.
On the way, we talked to Johanna, who was pitching the tents, and told her that Ms. Claire was alone.
Upon hearing this, she exchanged a few words with the other two guards. It seemed that she was going to go to Lady Claire now.
Well, the pitching of the tents was nearly finished, so they would be done by the time we were finished with the meat.
âHave you ever cut orc meat, Ms. Lyra?â
â...No, I have not. But I have experience with other kinds of meat...â
â...I see...â
Now I was getting nervous...
I had just asked her for no particular reason, and it turned out she had no experience...
But as I wondered what to do, Leo suddenly tried to get my attention.
âWuff. Wuff.â
She extended her claws and waved them in front of me.
âLeo. There are three of them. Can you do it?â
â...She says that she can. Letâs leave it to her then.â
â...Very well. Iâm sorry that I was not able to do it.â
âItâs fine. Youâve done enough already, so this is nothing. Besides, Leo really wants to do it.â
âWou!â
Leo was full of enthusiasm.
While Ms. Lyra seemed apologetic, these kinds of things were better done by someone, or some dog, that was accustomed to it.
The dressing of meat was a rather difficult thing.
And so after we arrived at the spot, I left everything to Leo.
âLeo. Iâm counting on you.â
âIâm sorry to have to ask you, but thank you, good Leo.â
âWuff. ....Gau-wou!â
After Ms. Lyra and I asked Leo to do it, she calmly walked towards the orcs and waved her paw.
As they had already been drained of blood, it wasnât exactly a reenactment from a horror movie. But the sight of orc meat being chopped up as they flew in the air was still a little shocking.
After Leo had waved her claws for about one minute, she walked back to us with a satisfied expression.
...That was too fast, Leo...
âMs. Lyra. How is the orc meat?â
I asked Ms. Lyra, who was completely stunned by Leoâs movements. And then we both went to look.
âThis... Only a professional cook could have done it this cleanly. It is amazing!â
The orc meat was cut so neatly that it looked like something that could be sold by a butcher.
Of course, it would have to be washed, as it was lying on top of the ground.
âLeo can even...separate the cuts...â
âIt looks like it. Um, this might even be better than what a human can do...?â
The orc meat that Leo had cut was separated by parts.
And the meat and organs were also separated.
Even if you thought of orc meat as pork, to cut it with your claws, separate them by parts, and remove the organs was...
âSilver Fenrirs are so amazing...â
I decided to not think about it too deeply, and just pet Leo, who was looking at me with a proud expression.
After that, since it could not all be eaten at once, we set some aside to cook today so the rest could be saved.
Ms. Lyra took the meat that was to be cooked immediately and returned to Ms. Claire by the fire. And then, as if to not waste any time, she took out the pot and vegetables and started to cook.
...Ms. Lyra was likely tired as well, from all the walking in the forest. And so I was very grateful.
Ms. Claire must have been watching Leo work from afar, as she was praising Leo and patting her on the head.
Johanna was watching Ms. Claire and Leo with a smile. But I saw that she would occasionally reach out her hand towards Leo but then withdraw it immediately.
...She should just pet Leo if she wants to.
As I thought this, I went to fetch some water from the river, both to drink and to cook with.
âWe finished preparing the tents.â
âThank you.â
Just as the sun started to descend, and it grew darker, Sebastian, Phillip, and Nicholas returned after pitching the tents.
I thanked Sebastian and then added more tree branches to the fire, while making sure not to get in Ms. Lyraâs way as she cooked. | {
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And so I thought perhaps a really civilized-sounding British accent might help things a bit.
And then I thought no, no. I should just get up there and be myself and just talk the way I really talk because, after all, this is the great unveiling.
And so I thought I'd come up here and unveil my real voice to you.
Although many of you already know that I do speak the Queen's English because I am from Queens, New York.
But the theme of this session, of course, is invention.
And while I don't have any patents that I'm aware of, you will be meeting a few of my inventions today.
I suppose it's fair to say that I am interested in the invention of self or selves.
We're all born into certain circumstances with particular physical traits, unique developmental experiences, geographical and historical contexts.
But then what?
To what extent do we self-construct, do we self-invent?
How do we self-identify and how mutable is that identity?
Like, what if one could be anyone at any time?
Well my characters, like the ones in my shows, allow me to play with the spaces between those questions.
And so I've brought a couple of them with me.
And well, they're very excited.
What I should tell you -- what I should tell you is that they've each prepared their own little TED talks.
So feel free to think of this as Sarah University.
Okay. Okay. Oh, well.
Oh, wonderful.
Good evening everybody.
Thank you so very much for having me here today.
Ah, thank you very much. My name is Lorraine Levine.
Oh my! There's so many of you.
Hi sweetheart. Okay.
Anyway, I am here because of a young girl, Sarah Jones.
She's a very nice, young black girl.
Well you know, she calls herself black -- she's really more like a caramel color if you look at her.
But anyway.
She has me here because she puts me in her show, what she calls her one-woman show.
And you know what that means, of course.
That means she takes the credit and then makes us come out here and do all the work.
But I don't mind.
Frankly, I'm kvelling just to be here with all the luminaries you have attending something like this, you know.
Really, it's amazing.
Not only, of course, the scientists and all the wonderful giants of the industries but the celebrities.
There are so many celebrities running around here.
I saw -- Glenn Close I saw earlier. I love her.
And she was getting a yogurt in the Google cafe.
Isn't that adorable?
So many others you see, they're just wonderful.
It's lovely to know they're concerned, you know.
And -- oh, I saw Goldie Hawn.
Oh, Goldie Hawn. I love her, too; she's wonderful. Yeah.
You know, she's only half Jewish.
Did you know that about her?
Yeah. But even so, a wonderful talent. And I -- you know, when I saw her, such a wonderful feeling.
Yeah, she's lovely.
But anyway, I should have started by saying just how lucky I feel.
It's such an eye-opening experience to be here.
You're all so responsible for this world that we live in today.
You know, I couldn't have dreamed of such a thing as a young girl.
And you've all made these advancements happen in such a short time -- you're all so young.
You know, your parents must be very proud.
But I -- I also appreciate the diversity that you have here.
I noticed it's very multicultural.
You know, when you're standing up here, you can see all the different people.
It's like a rainbow.
It's okay to say rainbow. Yeah.
I just -- I can't keep up with whether you can say, you know, the different things.
What are you allowed to say or not say?
I just -- I don't want to offend anybody. You know.
But anyway, you know, I just think that to be here with all of you literally, some of you, the architects building our brighter future.
You know, it's heartening to me.
Even though, quite frankly, some of your presentations are horrifying, absolutely horrifying.
It's true. It's true.
You know, between the environmental degradation and the crashing of the world markets you're talking about.
And of course, we know it's all because of the -- all the ...
Well, I don't know how else to say it to you, so I'll just say it my way: the ganeyvish schticklich coming from the governments and the, you know, the bankers and the Wall Street. You know it.
Anyway.
The point is, I'm happy somebody has practical ideas So I salute each of you and your stellar achievements.
Thank you for all that you do.
And congratulations on being such big makhers that you've become TED meisters.
So, happy continued success.
Congratulations. Mazel tov.
Hi. Hi.
Thank you everybody.
Sorry, this is such a wonderful opportunity and everything, to be here right now.
My name is Noraida. And I'm just -- I'm so thrilled to be part of like your TED conference that you're doing and everything like that.
I am Dominican-American.
Actually, you could say I grew up in the capital of Dominican Republic, otherwise known as Washington Heights in New York City.
But I don't know if there's any other Dominican people here, but I know that Juan Enriquez, he was here yesterday.
And I think he's Mexican, so that's -- honestly, that's close enough for me right now. So -- I just -- I'm sorry.
I'm just trying not to be nervous because this is a very wonderful experience for me and everything.
And I just -- you know I'm not used to doing the public speaking.
And whenever I get nervous I start to talk really fast.
Nobody can understand nothing I'm saying, which is very frustrating for me, as you can imagine.
I usually have to just like try to calm down and take a deep breath.
But then on top of that, you know, Sarah Jones told me we only have 18 minutes.
So then I'm like, should I be nervous, you know, because maybe it's better.
And I'm just trying not to panic and freak out. So I like, take a deep breath.
Okay. Sorry. So anyway, what I was trying to say is that I really love TED.
Like, I love everything about this. It's amazing.
Like, it's -- I can't get over this right now.
And, like, people would not believe, seriously, where I'm from, You know, like even, I mean I love like the name, the -- TED.
I mean I know it's a real person and everything, but I'm just saying that like, you know, I think it's very cool how it's also an acronym, you know, which is like, you know, is like very high concept and everything like that.
I like that.
And actually, I can relate to the whole like acronym thing and everything.
Because, actually, I'm a sophomore at college right now.
At my school -- actually I was part of co-founding an organization, which is like a leadership thing, you know, like you guys, you would really like it and everything.
And the organization is called DA BOMB, Aand DA BOMB -- not like what you guys can build and everything -- it's like, DA BOMB, it means like Dominican -- it's an acronym -- Dominican-American Benevolent Organization for Mothers and Babies.
So, I know, see, like the name is like a little bit long, but with the war on terror and everything, the Dean of Student Activities has asked us to stop saying DA BOMB and use the whole thing so nobody would get the wrong idea, whatever.
So, basically like DA BOMB -- what Dominican-American Benevolent Organization for Mothers and Babies does is, basically, we try to advocate for students who show a lot of academic promise and who also happen to be mothers like me.
I am a working mother, and I also go to school full-time.
And, you know, it's like -- it's so important to have like role models out there.
I mean, I know sometimes our lifestyles are very different, whatever.
But like even at my job -- like, I just got promoted.
Right now it's very exciting actually for me because I'm the Junior Assistant to the Associate Director under the Senior Vice President for Business Development -- that's my new title.
So, but I think whether you own your own company or you're just starting out like me, like something like this is so vital for people to just continue expanding their minds and learning.
And if everybody, like all people really had access to that, it would be a very different world out there, as I know you know.
So, I think all people, we need that, but especially, I look at people like me, you know like, I mean, Latinos -- we're about to be the majority, in like two weeks.
So, we deserve just as much to be part of the exchange of ideas as everybody else.
So, I'm very happy that you're, you know, doing this kind of thing, making the talks available online.
That's very good. I love that.
And I just -- I love you guys. I love TED.
And if you don't mind, privately now, in the future, I'm going to think of TED as an acronym for Technology, Entertainment and Dominicans.
Thank you very much.
So, that was Noraida, and just like Lorraine and everybody else you're meeting today, these are folks who are based on real people from my real life: friends, neighbors, family members.
I come from a multicultural family.
In fact, the older lady you just met: very, very loosely based on a great aunt on my mother's side.
It's a long story, believe me.
But on top of my family background, my parents also sent me to the United Nations school, where I encountered a plethora of new characters, including Alexandre, my French teacher, okay.
Well, you know, it was beginner French, that I am taking with her, you know.
And it was Madame Bousson, you know, she was very [French].
It was like, you know, she was there in the class, you know, she was kind of typically French.
You know, she was very chic, but she was very filled with ennui, you know.
And she would be there, you know, kind of talking with the class, you know, talking about the, you know, the existential futility of life, you know.
And we were only 11 years old, so it was not appropriate. But [German].
Yes, I took German for three years, [German], and it was quite the experience because I was the only black girl in the class, even in the UN school.
Although, you know, it was wonderful.
The teacher, Herr Schtopf, he never discriminated.
Never. He always, always treated each of us, you know, equally unbearably during the class.
So, there were the teachers and then there were my friends, classmates from everywhere, many of whom are still dear friends to this day.
And they've inspired many characters as well.
For example, a friend of mine.
Well, I just wanted to quickly say good evening.
My name is Praveen Manvi and thank you very much for this opportunity.
Of course, TED, the reputation precedes itself all over the world.
But, you know, I am originally from India, and I wanted to start by telling you that once Sarah Jones told me that we will be having the opportunity to come here to TED in California, originally, I was very pleased and, frankly, relieved because, you know, I am a human rights advocate.
And usually my work, it takes me to Washington D.C.
And there, I must attend these meetings, mingling with some tiresome politicians, trying to make me feel comfortable by telling how often they are eating the curry in Georgetown. So, you can just imagine -- right.
So, but I'm thrilled to be joining all of you here.
I wish we had more time together, but that's for another time. Okay? Great.
And, sadly, I don't think we'll have time for you to meet everybody I brought, but -- I'm trying to behave myself, it's my first time here.
But I do want to introduce you to a couple of folks you may recognize, if you saw "Bridge and Tunnel."
Uh, well, thank you.
Good evening.
My name is Pauline Ning, and first I want to tell you that I'm -- of course I am a member of the Chinese community in New York.
But when Sarah Jones asked me to please come to TED, I said, well, you know, first, I don't know that, you know -- before two years ago, you would not find me in front of an audience of people, much less like this because I did not like to give speeches because I feel that, as an immigrant, I do not have good English skills for speaking.
But then, I decided, just like Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, I try anyway.
My daughter -- my daughter wrote that, she told me, "Always start your speech with humor."
But my background -- I want to tell you story only briefly.
My husband and I, we brought our son and daughter here in 1980s to have the freedom we cannot have in China at that time.
And we tried to teach our kids to be proud of their tradition, but it's very hard.
You know, as immigrant, I would speak Chinese to them, and they would always answer me back in English.
They love rock music, pop culture, American culture.
But when they got older, when the time comes for them to start think about getting married, that's when we expect them to realize, a little bit more, their own culture.
But that's where we had some problems.
My son, he says he is not ready to get married.
And he has a sweetheart, but she is American woman, not Chinese.
It's not that it's bad, but I told him, "What's wrong with a Chinese woman?"
But I think he will change his mind soon.
So, then I decide instead, I will concentrate on my daughter.
The daughter's marriage is very special to the mom.
But first, she said she's not interested.
She only wants to spend time with her friends.
And then at college, it's like she never came home.
And she doesn't want me to come and visit.
So I said, "What's wrong in this picture?"
So, I accused my daughter to have like a secret boyfriend.
But she told me, "Mom, you don't have to worry about boys because I don't like them."
And I said, "Yes, men can be difficult, but all women have to get used to that."
She said, "No Mom. I mean, I don't like boys. I like girls.
I am lesbian."
So, I always teach my kids to respect American ideas, but I told my daughter that this is one exception -- -- that she is not gay, she is just confused by this American problem.
But she told me, "Mom, it's not American."
She said she is in love -- in love with a nice Chinese girl.
So, these are the words I am waiting to hear, but from my son, not my daughter.
But at first I did not know what to do.
But then, over time, I have come to understand that this is who she is.
So, even though sometimes it's still hard, I will share with you that it helps me to realize society is more tolerant, usually because of places like this, because of ideas like this, and people like you, with an open mind.
So I think maybe TED, you impact people's lives in the ways maybe even you don't realize.
So, for my daughter's sake, I thank you for your ideas worth spreading.
Thank you. Xie xie.
Good evening. My name is Habbi Belahal.
And I would like to first of all thank Sarah Jones for putting all of the pressure on the only Arab who she brought with her to be last today.
I am originally from Jordan.
And I teach comparative literature at Queens College.
It is not Harvard.
But I feel a bit like a fish out of water.
But I am very proud of my students.
And I see that a few of them did make it here to the conference.
So you will get the extra credit I promised you.
But, while I know that I may not look like the typical TED-izen, as you would say, I do like to make the point that we in global society, we are never as different as the appearances may suggest.
So, if you will indulge me, I will share quickly with you a bit of verse, which I memorized as a young girl at 16 years of age.
So, back in the ancient times.
[Arabic] And this roughly translates: "Please, let me hold your hand.
I want to hold your hand.
I want to hold your hand.
And when I touch you, I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love, I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide."
Well, so okay, but please, please, but please.
If it is sounding familiar, it is because I was at the same time in my life listening to the Beatles.
On the radio [unclear], they were very popular.
So, all of that is to say that I like to believe that for every word intended as to render us deaf to one another, there is always a lyric connecting ears and hearts across the continents in rhyme.
And I pray that this is the way that we will self-invent, in time.
That's all, shukran. Thank you very much for the opportunity.
Okay? Great.
Thank you all very much. It was lovely.
Thank you for having me.
Thank you very, very much. I love you.
Well, you have to let me say this.
I just -- thank you.
I want to thank Chris and Jacqueline, and just everyone for having me here.
It's been a long time coming, and I feel like I'm home.
And I know I've performed for some of your companies or some of you have seen me elsewhere, but this is honestly one of the best audiences I've ever experienced.
The whole thing is amazing, and so don't you all go reinventing yourselves any time soon. | {
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Indeed, no matter how much the prince wanted to deport Alicia, he would be unable to do so if the king refused.
The kingâs gaze slowly turned to Duke.
Dukeâs expression remains unchanged.
...The king had a very difficult son to deal with, didnât he?
But now Duke could tell everyone that his amnesia was a lie. He was already successful in getting Alicia exiled from the country.
Everyone turned to look at Duke as he opened his mouth.
âAlicia is more like a secret agent. Unbeknownst to everyone, she has grown dramatically and is making a difference in this country. Donât trust Liz too blindly. Think for yourself.â
Liz Catherâs eyes widened at Dukeâs words. They seem to hold a mixture of surprise and shock.
Thatâs right, thatâs what you would expect from someone who loves him.
âBut, but sheâs probably on to something.â
Gayle said, putting his glasses back on, a little puzzled.
âItâs impossible to achieve all the beautiful things we want by just getting along with each other and avoiding conflict.â
I glanced at Liz Cather but she wasnât saying anything.
She just listens to us in silence.
âAli is a secret agent...â
âI didnât know that either. ...I mean, Duke, I thought you had amnesia.â
Following Alan, Curtis said this with a small chuckle.
âThere needs to be a reason for deporting the young lady, right?â
Ahhhh, Duke, if Alicia gets mad at you later, Iâm out.
Alicia would never have wanted anyone to find out that this was a staged exile.... Well, it would be okay if only her family members found out about it.
Duke, who was said to be a crazy prince obsessed with a villainess, was also a scheming prince. And the villainess was becoming the hero of the country.
If these two would be the next king and queen... I would be glad to be in this country.
âI wonder how the brainwashing can be broken.â
âI think itâs starting to unravel, though.â
Duke replied to my muttering by looking at Albert and the others.
If you ask me, looking at their confused state, it would appear that they were breaking away from the Liz religion.
â...Why did you only now reveal that?â
Finn asked Duke with a smile.
âWeâre going to start a revolution.â
Dukeâs mouth turns up at the corners. The look on his face scared me.
The King, not knowing that Duke had such a thought in mind, reacted with a twitch of his eyebrows.
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âYes, indeed. For a country thatâs supposed to be a superpower, this country is terrible at diplomacy, and its domestic politics are flawed.â
How could you say that so brazenly in front of the king?
âWell, what should we do?â â Finn
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...Duke, you sound more like a king than the current king.
âDoes that mean youâre preparing for some kind of conflict?â â Finn
âWe must not go to war!â â Liz
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The inside of the school building was noisier than I had anticipated, and I could hear people giving speeches about the greatness of Liz Catherâs idealism.
From the looks of it, Liz Cather had yet to enter the classroom.
âSure, Liz-sama may have fooled us! But I believe that only by pursuing this ideal will the world be a better place!â
I could hear many voices agreeing with these words.
We deliberately avoided their presence and moved to a seemingly calm location.
It was important to encourage ourselves not to give up hope. But what pisses me off is the people who have done nothing to deserve such righteousness.
I could understand Liz Cather and Alicia taking the initiative and speaking out. It was, however, inappropriate for others to create such a ruckus in their absence.
It was like they were proving to themselves how stupid people in this academy were.
âA wise man looks for solutions before he attacks his opponent. Itâs a perfect blend of harmony and threats.â
Duke muttered as he walked away.
âWell, nothingâs going to get resolved if we donât do something about it.â
After I said this, Mel sighed as she said, âOne crisis after another~.â
The old library was silent, even in the midst of all the noise.
It was an ideal place to discuss our future plans.
âWhat should we do~?â
âWe want to get this riot under control as quickly as possible, donât we?â
âShould we exile everyone?â
âThat would make me feel sorry for the country that would accept them.â
âBut if they are exiled to the Ravaal Kingdom, they will be able to meet Aliali! If thatâs the case, maybe itâs not a bad idea for me to join the Aliali extremist group!â
â...Iâll ask Liz to lend a hand.â
Duke answered as if he didnât hear Melâs words. At the same time, the door to the old library swung open with a bang.
Was that Henry? What happened? Why was he in such a hurry?
I shifted my gaze towards the door. I froze at the sight that came into my vision.
There were Albert, Henry, Alan, Curtis, Finn, Eric, and Gayle. And Liz Cather, too.
It suddenly occurred to me. There were two main actors in the current state of Duelkis Kingdom.
I had thought that Liz Cather was at the center of the story and that she would never change, but it was always Alicia who was the driving force of the story.
Given Liz Catherâs special abilities and nature, there would be no doubt that she would be an important factor. But at the same time, Alicia Williams was also an important factor.
Gayle must have spent the night convincing himself of Liz Catherâs story, as he stared silently at the unusual member of the Five Nobles, dark circles under his eyes. Gayle was serious and smart. That was probably why he was so conflicted.
As far as Alan was concerned, it seems that he too was brainwashed. It was worth the trip Liz Cather made to the Williamsâ house yesterday. ...Sorry for kidnapping you.
Finn and Curtis were the same as usual, but I felt that there was more light in their eyes than usual.
Everyone, including Liz Cather, had a different expression in their eyes. I had never seen them look like this before.
âTheyâre back to normal.â
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I started out obsessed with global security policy because I lived in New York during 9/11, and it was obviously a very relevant thing.
And I got from global security policy to food because I realized when I'm hungry, I'm really pissed off, and I'm assuming that the rest of the world is too.
Especially if you're hungry and your kids are hungry and your neighbor's kids are hungry and your whole neighborhood is hungry, you're pretty angry.
And actually, lo and behold, it looks pretty much like the areas of the world that are hungry are also the areas of the world that are pretty insecure.
So I took a job at the United Nations World Food Programme as a way to try to address these security issues through food security issues.
And while I was there, I came across what I think is the most brilliant of their programs.
It's called School Feeding, and it's a really simple idea to sort of get in the middle of the cycle of poverty and hunger that continues for a lot of people around the world, and stop it.
By giving kids a free school meal, it gets them into school, which is obviously education, the first step out of poverty, but it also gives them the micronutrients and the macronutrients they need to really develop both mentally and physically.
While I was working at the U.N., I met this girl. Her name is Lauren Bush.
And she had this really awesome idea to sell the bag called the "Feed Bag" -- which is really beautifully ironic because you can strap on the Feed Bag.
But each bag we'd sell would provide a year's worth of school meals for one kid.
It's so simple, and we thought, you know, okay, it costs between 20 and 50 bucks to provide school feeding for a year.
We could sell these bags and raise a ton of money and a ton of awareness for the World Food Programme.
But of course, you know at the U.N., sometimes things move slowly, and they basically said no.
And we thought, God, this is such a good idea and it's going to raise so much money.
So we said screw it, we'll just start our own company, which we did three years ago.
So that was kind of my first dream, was to start this company called FEED, and here's a screenshot of our website.
We did this bag for Haiti, and we launched it just a month after the earthquake to provide school meals for kids in Haiti.
So FEED's doing great. We've so far provided 55 million meals to kids around the world by selling now 550,000 bags, a ton of bags, a lot of bags.
All this time you're -- when you think about hunger, it's a hard thing to think about, because what we think about is eating.
I think about eating a lot, and I really love it.
And the thing that's a little strange about international hunger and talking about international issues is that most people kind of want to know: "What are you doing in America?"
"What are you doing for America's kids?"
There's definitely hunger in America: 49 million people and almost 16.7 million children.
I mean that's pretty dramatic for our own country.
Hunger definitely means something a little bit different in America than it does internationally, but it's incredibly important to address hunger in our own country.
But obviously the bigger problem that we all know about is obesity, and it's dramatic.
The other thing that's dramatic is that both hunger and obesity have really risen in the last 30 years.
Unfortunately, obesity's not only an American problem.
It's actually been spreading all around the world and mainly through our kind of food systems that we're exporting.
The numbers are pretty crazy.
There's a billion people obese or overweight and a billion people hungry.
So those seem like two bifurcated problems, but I kind of started to think about, you know, what is obesity and hunger? What are both those things about?
Well, they're both about food.
And when you think about food, the underpinning of food in both cases is potentially problematic agriculture.
And agriculture is where food comes from.
Well, agriculture in America's very interesting.
It's very consolidated, and the foods that are produced lead to the foods that we eat.
Well, the foods that are produced are, more or less, corn, soy and wheat.
And as you can see, that's three-quarters of the food that we're eating for the most part: processed foods and fast foods.
Unfortunately, in our agricultural system, we haven't done a good job in the last three decades of exporting those technologies around the world.
So African agriculture, which is the place of most hunger in the world, has actually fallen precipitously as hunger has risen.
So somehow we're not making the connect between exporting a good agricultural system that will help feed people all around the world.
Who is farming them? That's what I was wondering.
So I went and stood on a big grain bin in the Midwest, and that really didn't help me understand farming, but I think it's a really cool picture.
And you know, the reality is that between farmers in America, who actually, quite frankly, when I spend time in the Midwest, are pretty large in general.
And their farms are also large.
But farmers in the rest of the world are actually quite skinny, and that's because they're starving.
Most hungry people in the world are subsistence farmers.
And most of those people are women -- which is a totally other topic that I won't get on right now, but I'd love to do the feminist thing at some point.
I think it's really interesting to look at agriculture from these two sides.
There's this large, consolidated farming that's led to what we eat in America, and it's really been since around 1980, after the oil crisis, when, you know, mass consolidation, mass exodus of small farmers in this country.
And then in the same time period, you know, we've kind of left Africa's farmers to do their own thing.
Unfortunately, what is farmed ends up as what we eat.
And in America, a lot of what we eat has led to obesity and has led to a real change in sort of what our diet is in the last 30 years.
It's crazy.
A fifth of kids under two drinks soda.
Hello. You don't put soda in bottles.
But people do because it's so cheap, and so our whole food system in the last 30 years has really shifted.
I think, you know, it's not just in our own country, but really we're exporting the system around the world, and when you look at the data of least developed countries -- especially in cities, which are growing really rapidly -- people are eating American processed foods.
And in one generation, they're going from hunger, and all of the detrimental health effects of hunger, to obesity and things like diabetes and heart disease in one generation.
So the problematic food system is affecting both hunger and obesity.
Not to beat a dead horse, where there's a billion people hungry and billion people obese.
I think that's the only way to look at it.
And instead of taking these two things as bifurcated problems that are very separate, it's really important to look at them as one system.
We get a lot of our food from all around the world, and people from all around the world are importing our food system, so it's incredibly relevant to start a new way of looking at it.
The thing is, I've learned -- and the technology people that are here, which I'm totally not one of them -- but apparently, it really takes 30 years for a lot of technologies to become really endemic to us, like the mouse and the Internet and Windows.
You know, there's 30-year cycles.
I think 2010 can be a really interesting year because it is the end of the 30-year cycle, and it's the birthday of the global food system.
So that's the first birthday I want to talk about.
this is something that's happened in the last 30 years, there's hope in that.
It's the thirtieth anniversary of GMO crops and the Big Gulp, Chicken McNuggets, high fructose corn syrup, the farm crisis in America and the change in how we've addressed agriculture internationally.
So there's a lot of reasons to take this 30-year time period as sort of the creation of this new food system.
I'm not the only one who's obsessed with this whole 30-year thing.
The icons like Michael Pollan and Jamie Oliver in his TED Prize wish both addressed this last three-decade time period as incredibly relevant for food system change.
Well, I really care about 1980 because it's also the thirtieth anniversary of me this year.
And so in my lifetime, a lot of what's happened in the world -- and being a person obsessed with food -- a lot of this has really changed.
So my second dream is that I think we can look to the next 30 years as a time to change the food system again.
And we know what's happened in the past, so if we start now, and we look at technologies and improvements to the food system long term, we might be able to recreate the food system so when I give my next talk and I'm 60 years old, I'll be able to say that it's been a success.
So I'm announcing today the start of a new organization, or a new fund within the FEED Foundation, called the 30 Project.
And the 30 Project is really focused on these long-term ideas for food system change.
And I think by aligning international advocates that are addressing hunger and domestic advocates that are addressing obesity, we might actually look for long-term solutions that will make the food system better for everyone.
We all tend to think that these systems are quite different, and people argue whether or not organic can feed the world, but if we take a 30-year view, there's more hope in collaborative ideas.
So I'm hoping that by connecting really disparate organizations like the ONE campaign and Slow Food, which don't seem right now to have much in common, we can talk about holistic, long-term, systemic solutions that will improve food for everyone.
Some ideas I've had is like, look, the reality is -- kids in the South Bronx need apples and carrots and so do kids in Botswana.
And how are we going to get those kids those nutritious foods?
Another thing that's become incredibly global is production of meat and fish.
Understanding how to produce protein in a way that's healthy for the environment and healthy for people will be incredibly important to address things like climate change and how we use petrochemical fertilizers.
And you know, these are really relevant topics that are long term and important for both people in Africa who are small farmers and people in America who are farmers and eaters.
And I also think that thinking about processed foods in a new way, where we actually price the negative externalities like petrochemicals and like fertilizer runoff into the price of a bag of chips.
Well, if that bag of chips then becomes inherently more expensive than an apple, then maybe it's time for a different sense of personal responsibility in food choice because the choices are actually choices instead of three-quarters of the products being made just from corn, soy and wheat.
The 30Project.org is launched, and I've gathered a coalition of a few organizations to start.
And it'll be growing over the next few months.
But I really hope that you will all think of ways that you can look long term at things like the food system and make change. | {
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I looked at the lost child who had fainted.
I couldnât just leave her like this, so I decided to carry the child back home on my back. Somehow, I have a feeling this would become troublesome.....
I also placed the goblin corpses into Storage. If I left the bodies unattended it would attract other monsters so I couldnât leave them there. Monsters have magic stones inside their bodies. If I took them out it might be possible to use the goblins as fertilizer. Goblins werenât edible no matter how you cooked them. I could also sell the magic stones for money.
Iâve returned back home. For the time being, I laid the child down on the sofa in the living room and started a fire in the fireplace. On a side note, the sofa was also a non-standard product of this world and had pocket coils. I will spare no effort in improving my living conditions!
Anyhow, I started preparing a drink for the girl in case she woke up. But I kept my cloak and hood on. I think itâs better to keep my face hidden just in case. For starters, I was trying to avoid being discovered, hence why I was living hidden in the forest.
I began boiling hot water and added herbal tea with honey. It might be better to provide something sweeter, but itâs difficult to get luxury items in the forest. I wished I had milk too. But it was impossible to raise livestock.
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âYouâre awake? How are you feeling?â
She wasnât injured from what I saw after taking her home, but I asked just to make sure. I had some medical knowledge, but since Iâm not a doctor I wasnât too sure.
âWhere is here? Where am I?â
She ignored my question! I feel sad....
âThis is my house. You were attacked by goblins. Do you remember?â
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âItâs alright now. There arenât anymore goblins.â
âThere was also a wolf.....wolf! .....Will it eat me?â
âIt wonât eat you. If youâre talking about that wolf, itâs currently sleeping outside. Do you want to see?â
â......No.â
Hmm, what should I do about her? For the time being, I gave her a cup of tea. ......But she wouldnât drink it. Itâs not poisoned. How rude. When I drank my portion, the girl looked at me with a scared expression on her face.
âAnyways, what were you doing in that sort of place? Isnât the deeper parts of the forest dangerous since there are various monsters about?â
â.....My mom....sheâs sick.â
And so she began talking about her situation.
......So it seems her mother had an illness. Her family was poor, but they usually always had enough money to buy medicine. This year, however, an epidemic had spread throughout the village, so many people had to buy medicine which caused the supply to run out. As such, it seems she had come to the deeper parts of the forest to search for medical herbs.
âIf this continues on, my mom will die......â
Ah, she started crying. I couldnât stand it. I was not planning to do anything about it. But as someone who was once Japanese, ignoring this would be difficult. Furthermore, it seems some people in her village have even died from the illness.
Judging from what I heard itâs most likely that more than hours have passed since the onset. Her mother had been sick in bed for a few days now, and the girl said she had been walking for about half a day. Although more than hours have passed since the onset, in an underdeveloped world like this, taking flu medicine should cure the person rather quickly.....but the question is what type of medicine should I give her.
Tamiflu and Relenza need to be taken multiple times. Furthermore, with medicine that needs to be taken multiple times, she might even stop taking it midway. For Inavir it only needs to be taken once. So I will go with this one. Since this medicine was in powder form it would need to be inhaled through the nose, but she might try eating it instead. Well, thatâs not my problem. Anyways, I will use Creation Magic! ......But it costs more than I expect. Hmm, ? Expensive!
That aside, would she even understand if I tell her the medicine needs to inhaled......should I just say it needs to be drunk?
âHave your mother drink this.â
âWhat is it?â
âMedicine for the illness. After drinking this, make sure to have a good meal and sleep well, then she should be cured.â
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âItâs not a medical herb, but it is medicine.â
â......Is big sister a witch?â
âHuh?â
Why is she calling me a witch!? Is it because Iâm living in the back of the forest and made a suspicious medicine!? Speaking of which, Iâm still wearing my hood! This is a witch no matter how you look at it!
âIâm not a witch. I just live here.â
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âI donât need any money. But stay here for tonight since itâs already late.â
As such, it was decided the girl would stay here for the night. I wasnât mean enough to throw her out in the middle of the night.
She was a bit scared to eat during dinner, but after taking a bite, she ate it all at a tremendous speed. I had used various seasonings for this meal. The seasonings were made with my own hands. As expected, magic also has limitations.
Afterward, I took the girl to sleep in the guest room on the first floor. She had quite a surprised expression when she saw the bed I created. And I watched the situation with a satisfied expression on my face.
The next morning, I kicked her out immediately after breakfast. Well, I actually just had her return home. She looked back multiple times and waved goodbye to me. Hurry on and go back now. In addition to medicine, I also gave her some potions in place of energy drinks. Her mother likely didnât have much energy if sheâs been in bed for this long, so drinking the potion would help her recover quickly. After a while, the girl disappeared from view so I lowered my hood. Ah~, I feel refreshed.
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With this in mind, Merc headed towards the road leading to Count Fonanâs mansion. Soon the carriage sheâd been expecting approached her from behind.
The sound of hoofs. Itâs horses.
She would have hated to be run over by Belball carriage, but fortunately for Merc, the carriage approaching her was drawn by ordinary horses. Because Merc had looked after the Belball and the horses in the elf village, she could recognize them by the sounds their hooves produced.
She understood the position of the approaching carriage without turning around, relying solely on her ears.
Another ... ... meters. Okay, now!
At that point, Merc, who had been walking at the far end of the street, transitioned dizzily to the middle of the road and obstructed the carriage approaching from behind.
âWhoa! MOVE!â
The coachmanâs voice echoed, and Merc turned to face him, her face shocked. She then collapsed in front of the carriage, which thankfully came to a complete stop. It didnât matter if it was due to the horsesâ reflexes or the coachmanâs competence, Merc had avoided being run over.
âW-What happened?!â
A well-dressed man hurriedly exited the carriage, most likely surprised by the abrupt stop. It was none other but Count Fonan.
Merc placed her hand on her chest and continued to act terrified. Count Fonan alternated between looking at the pale coachman and Merc until he eventually decided to approach Merc.
Count Fonanâs voice abruptly cut off as he observed Merc up close.
âI apologize, Miss. How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere?â
Count Fonan asked as he got down on one knee and looked at Merc.
The countâs glance shifted from her face to her chest, then back to her face, as Merc had anticipated. Instead of bringing this out, however, Merc adopted a startled expression and clung to the Count with her gaze.
âYes... N-No, wait. No, Iâm fine. Iâm not hurt. I was startled and fell down...â
âThatâs terrible... Why not come with me to my mansion? I want to apologize properly and you will also have the chance to rest. What do you think?â
The Count inquired, his voice shaking, his intents clear as if he knew exactly what he was doing. Then he gently lifted Merc in his arms.
It was a bona fide bridal carry.
âP-Please let me go. I can walk on my...â
âDo not fret. Iâm not the type of man to let a woman walk on her own after sheâs fallen down on her bottom. Come on, letâs go in the carriage.â
Merc couldnât help herself and had to say something to the Count, even if she did so subtly. She had expected the Count to touch her, but she had not expected this. The Count, on the other hand, took Mercâs comments as a sign of politeness and carried her inside the carriage with a smile on his face. They sat across from one other, and the carriage continued to move as if nothing had happened.
âT-This is the first time Iâve been in a carriage such as this. C-Could you be a nobleman, perhaps?â
âYou could say that. I am one of the nobles looking over the City of Logholt. My name is Tamayna Fonan.â
âOh my! Then you are Count Fonan?â
Count Fonan puffed out his chest, his expression full of pride as Merc put her hands together and stared at him with admiration.
âAmazing... Iâm honored to be able to meet you.â
âYouâre flattering me... That is to say, Iâm surprised. I never imagined that there was such a beautiful lady here in Logholt.â
âYouâre the one flattering me... Iâm just visiting, Iâm going back to Ende tomorrow.â
âOh my. Thatâs unfortunate.â
When Merc made up a narrative to keep their conversation going, the Count frowned unexpectedly. He was probably thinking that letting Merc go would be a waste.
What a vulgar man...
The Count, who had been buried in thought, turned his piercing eyes toward Merc as she continued to act innocent.
âWhat? Oh... Itâs Zera.â
âZera. A beautiful name.â
Because the question came so unexpectedly, Merc opted for the name Zera instead of the one sheâd prepared beforehand. She most likely made the error because she was speaking in an unnatural way, which threw her off.
Regardless, the name Zera was popular among both men and women across the continent, and it was frequently used to name girls. That is also why Count Fonan accepted it without seeming suspicious in the least.
Merc was merely bothered that sheâd chosen the name Zera over every other option.
Well, itâs fine. I doubt the Count will be able to trace this name back to that man.
Merc inwardly apologized to her old friend for using his name without permission and bowed her head in gratitude for the compliment, simply saying âThank you.â
âZera, did you come with someone?â
âNo, I came alone.â
âI see...â
The Countâs eyes narrowed when he heard Mercâs reply. Merc, though, pretended not to notice. Even though it was clear that the Count, who was notorious for his fondness for ladies, was up to no good, Merc ventured to take the risk.
After all, this was exactly what Astard had envisioned, and it was required in order to save Doctor Glodel. The carriage carrying the Count and Merc, now named Zera, was approaching the Countâs mansion, which was where the doctor was supposed to be. | {
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Nowadays people are sitting 9.3 hours a day, which is more than we're sleeping, at 7.7 hours.
Sitting is so incredibly prevalent, we don't even question how much we're doing it, and because everyone else is doing it, it doesn't even occur to us that it's not okay.
In that way, sitting has become the smoking of our generation.
Of course there's health consequences to this, scary ones, besides the waist.
Things like breast cancer and colon cancer are directly tied to our lack of physical [activity], Ten percent in fact, on both of those.
Six percent for heart disease, seven percent for type 2 diabetes, which is what my father died of.
Now, any of those stats should convince each of us to get off our duff more, but if you're anything like me, it won't.
What did get me moving was a social interaction.
Someone invited me to a meeting, but couldn't manage to fit me in to a regular sort of conference room meeting, and said, "I have to walk my dogs tomorrow. Could you come then?"
It seemed kind of odd to do, and actually, that first meeting, I remember thinking, "I have to be the one to ask the next question," because I knew I was going to huff and puff during this conversation.
And yet, I've taken that idea and made it my own.
So instead of going to coffee meetings or fluorescent-lit conference room meetings, I ask people to go on a walking meeting, to the tune of 20 to 30 miles a week.
It's changed my life.
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And if we're going to solve problems and look at the world really differently, whether it's in governance or business or environmental issues, job creation, maybe we can think about how to reframe those problems as having both things be true.
Because it was when that happened with this walk-and-talk idea that things became doable and sustainable and viable.
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Walk the talk.
You'll be surprised at how fresh air drives fresh thinking, and in the way that you do, you'll bring into your life an entirely new set of ideas.
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The staircase passage was dimly lit, with some places beyond the reach of lanterns hanging on the walls. The staircase, which zigzagged down, made it impossible to perceive the sense of time or distance clearly.
Although the shape of the staircase was the same on each floor, this one was evidently longer than the ones before. As they descended deeper into the suffocating darkness, Mitrof suddenly realized that the view in front of him had gotten brighter.
Red light.
âNo, that canât be.â Mitrof furrowed his eyebrows. This is underground; itâs impossible.
Still, the closer they got, the brighter the light became. Mitrof was not used to such brightness after being accustomed to the labyrinthâs darkness. He shielded his eyes with his palm as he slowly moved forward.
Mitrof heard a clamor. Peopleâs voices and noisy sounds symbolized human life.
They passed through the gate that opened in the wall at the end of the staircase.
Suddenly.
â...What is this place?â
Squinting his eyes in the brightness, Mitrof doubted whether this vision he saw was real or just a dream.
It was a vast...too vastâspace. Despite being underground, the ceiling was high, and it was bright. The flames of lanterns didnât light it. The room was tinted with a deep red light.
The fact that there was light in this underground area perplexed Mitrof. He looked around in all directions, and adventurers passed by in front of him. There were many people there.
It was like a street market on the surface world, with open-air stalls and adventurers casually shopping.
If he looked into the distance, he could see that the walls surrounded them on all sides. However, makeshift houses lined up along the walls. They seemed to include shops such as inns, restaurants, and weapon stores that adventurers needed.
â...so there is a city in the basement of the labyrinth.â
âWhy is it so bright...itâs like just before sunset.â
Mitrof and Canule both stared in amazement at the sight. Under the dark and lengthy tunnel, a city of civilization that surpassed their expectations was built. It was like seeing a daytime dream.
âHey.â
As they turned towards the call, a man in light armor beckoned to them. He was a guild guard, and behind him was a two-story building.
âYou guys are featherless, right?âFirst, you need to complete the procedures here.â
As they were told, the two went straight to the building. Inside, the scene was similar to a guild on the surface. There was a counter, waiting chairs, and a receptionist sitting behind it.
The space and staff were, of course, smaller in scale. But there was an atmosphere that was no different from the surface. There was something like the smell of human life.
Still confused, they approached the counter. The receptionist, wearing the same uniform as the one on the surface, smiled at Mitrof and his company.
âHow may I help you?â
âAh, um...we want to receive the âfeatherâ.â
âItâs your first visit, congratulationsâwelcome to the third levelâcan you please provide us with your guild card?â
Mitrof searched his pocket and handed over the silver guild card.
âI will take care of itâhere, we will stamp the date and âwing emblemâ on your card as proof of your arrival.â
The receptionist inserted the card into a machine that looked like an industrial lathe next to the counter. She pulled down the handle, and a thick metal plate snapped into place.
The guild card, which Mitrof had been handed back with the words âhere you go,â did have a date on it, as well as an additional design element resembling a feather-like design standing vertically.
Feeling bewildered by its unremarkable nature, Mitrof asked the receptionist.
âSorry to bother youâyouâve probably been asked this a hundred times, but why is it so bright in here?â
The receptionist answered with an unwavering smile, reciting the same answer she must have given hundreds of times before.
ââLabyrinth Mossâ grows abundantly in this floor. It emits a constant red glow, allowing us to move around without carrying lanterns.â
âI see.â
And Mitrof remained silent.
âWellââitâs very convenient.â
âYes, itâs extremely convenient.â
Even with such a dull response, the receptionistâs smile did not waver.
Mitrofâs thoughts were still in disarray. He seemed to understand that he had not caught up with the shock of the city that appeared in the labyrinth and the sunsetâs light.
For the time being, Mitrof thanked the receptionist and left the building with Canule.
They stood in front of the guild, gazing at the straight and stretching cityscape of dusk. It was a scene that seemed to have been brought directly from a section of the marketplace on the ground.
âI wonder how they built a city in the labyrinth?â
âWe brought it here, with the great elevator.â
Unexpectedly, a response came to Mitrofâs murmurs. It was from the guild guard who had spoken to him earlier. He leaned against the wall, smoking a rolled-up cigarette.
As Mitrof and Canuleâs gaze turned towards him, the man exhaled white smoke, looking bored. Mitrof could tell that the pungent smell coming from his nose was from cheaply rolled leaves.
âDonât we need a base to advance?âThe guild is investing money, effort, and personnel to establish a foothold in the labyrinth.â
Foothold. That word made Mitrof feel uneasy. A foothold?
âIf youâve managed to come down here, you must know about the vertical hole and the great elevatorâthanks to those, you see.â
The guard took the end of the cigarette with his fingers and circled it around the city that lay ahead.
âEven in the middle of the underground tunnel, we can resupplyâbe grateful.â
â...But are you going to charge us?â
The guard laughed lightly.
âOf course. Itâs about % more than the surface. Isnât that fair?âWell, the deeper you go, the higher the price getsâbut here you can eat, wash, sleep in a bed, and equip yourselfâthatâs why adventurers donât complain and pay the money.â
The guard deeply inhaled his cigarette. The smoke he exhaled with his chin lifted dissipated into the ceiling, tinted with a crimson mottled pattern, even without any wind.
âWelcome, newcomers. I welcome you. From here on, itâs the third level, âApelo.â Stay alive as long as possible and spend your money.â | {
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He appeared to be on the verge of exploding with rage earlier, but he seemed to calm down when he saw me talking to him casually.
It would be a shame for him to fail in this area when he is capable of problem-solving.
But if I said that, he would probably get angry again and say, âWho are you to say that to me?â.
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I responded with a smile.
Vian was the type of person who hides his feelings inside, but Victor was the complete opposite. He was ambitious and willing to drag everyone around him.
âBut, well, now that youâre back with me, I guess I can relax for a while.â
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Victor shouted, to which I calmly replied, âJust nowâ.
I wanted to find Maddie and save Rio as soon as possible. I had to decide and act quickly.
âNow?... What if I told you that Iâm coming with you?â
âI donât care whether you come or not.â
âYouâre really not a cute little fellow, are you?â
He looked down at me with a little twitch in his cheeks.
When Victor tried to flirt with me, I hated it. I was the type of person who despised pretentious young ladies who only wanted to approach me.
âAll right. Now get ready to leave.â
He said and sighed.
âEh, are you sure you want to join me?â
âIâm sure I can take care of other things when I get back.â
I could imagine the people around Victor having a hard time.
âOh, and can I take one of the boys with me?â
âWill that help?â
Victor gave me a skeptical look, to which I replied, âYes,â with a light smile.
âWell, if heâs someone you trust, Iâm sure itâs all right.â
Oh, that was very kind of him to say.
To be trusted by the prince of the Ravaal Kingdom... Victor was a good judge of character!
âWhat are you grinning at? Thatâs creepy.â
...Iâd like to take back what I said before.
âOh, what do we say to those old men?â
Only Victor could call them old men.
âWhy donât you just say weâre going on another expedition?â
â...Iâm sure theyâll miss you. They like having you around, you know. It certainly is nice to be loved, no matter where you go.â
Victorâs words surprised me.
I never thought I would be so well-liked by the old men, especially my grandfather... What a happy path I was on. I was so glad to be exiled.
âBut having the nature of being well liked sounded like the traits of a saint.â
When I said this with disapproval, Victor immediately responded, âYou are far from what I would consider a saint.â.
âReally?â
My delighted voice confused Victor a little. I was sure he meant it as a sarcastic remark.
âThatâs the best compliment I could get!â
âWeird guy ...You were more like a wise man than a saint, this guy.â
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She really could talk to animals. Kushana was a human living in an entirely different world from mine.
âAre you doubting me?â
âDo you really expect me to believe that nonsense?â
âBelieve it or not, itâs the truth...â
She looked around as she calmly answered Victorâs words.
âSo there were that many of them and only five survivors?â
The orange-masked ones stood up, wobbling here and there. They are alive, but they suffered minor injuries to their arms, legs, and other parts of their bodies.
Her expression remained unchanged in the face of the overwhelming number of the dead. Is the queen even allowed to mourn the loss of her comrades?
It was a tough world... Well, she and I were prepared to die fighting.
âYouâre so easygoing, even though your friends died.â
Victor surely couldnât be the one saying that.
When I turned to Kushana, she was laughing mockingly at Victor.
âItâs a world in which only the strong survive, you know? It wouldnât be a surprise to me if this girl killed me right now.â
She said in a unique husky voice.
Duke-sama stared at Kushana and opened his mouth.
âDo you still want to kill her?â
âWell. I was going to, but it would be a pity to kill her.â
âQueen! They are the enemy. They killed so many of our people! There is no need to show them mercy.â
One of the orange-masked men shouted at us. We identified his voice as male.
Thatâs right. I didnât want mercy from someone who was going to kill me. Iâd rather be killed than be worked to death as a slave.
It wasnât so bad to be treated like a slave as a villainess, but I didnât like the idea of being used. It was a cheeky idea, but....
Kushana thought for a moment and then turned to me. She looked straight at me, her red eyes glued to mine.
[Kill them quickly.]
[Shut up.]
Kushana replied to another shout in a low, archaic language. Her voice echoed silently in the forest, instantly changing the atmosphere of the place.
What pressure...
The tense atmosphere silenced the orange-masked people.
Was this the dignity of a queen? I had met someone extraordinary again, huh?
âAre you from this country?â
âNo, Iâm not.â
âYouâre from the same country as that blue-haired guy.... You are from the Duelkis Kingdom, arenât you? It would be a pity to take your life here. Iâd like to let you return, but I donât think my people would agree.â
Muttering to herself, Kushana stared at me intently.
Everyone was waiting for her decision. I imagined those people frowning behind their orange masks. Victor would be too proud to follow Kushanaâs lead, and I would be too preoccupied with getting my hands on the next piece of the puzzle.
We didnât know much about Duke-sama and Leonâs minds.
âThen, maybe I should take her under my wing.â
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Her weapon was a chain and spiked ball.
The chain extended farther than I thought, and the iron sphere could also be enlarged with a skill.
But more than anything, she had the ability to wield this vicious-looking weapon.
And so I had to create some distance first...
âW-wait a minute! I am not your enemy, Mr. Kyuji!â
âWell, itâs not completely a lie... Iâm trying to get in! I want to join the guild as the phantom fourth member!â
Well...that wasnât really surprising.
There were actually quite a lot of people who felt the same.
After the Charin battle, the name of the Ghost Guild had spread throughout NSO.
Of course, that meant there were waves of people who begged to join the guild.
However, the Ghost Guild was not a group of close friends.
Necoco shut out any requests. She intended to take her time and search for interesting players who were passionate, and had the right ability and temperament.
Of course, Satomi and I agreed to this.
In other words...we were not currently looking for new members.
In the first place, as the founder, Necoco was the main authority, and I didnât have the right to accept new members.
While I might be in her debt, I could not allow her to enter the guild.
Of course, there was a possibility that we could invite her later.
However, not right now...
It would be like betraying my comrades, who were no doubt out adventuring right now, and turning people down.
And so I told her this honestly.
To my surprise, she became visibly depressed.
She sank so low that I thought she was about to disappear into the ground.
Did she want to join the guild that badly...?
I suppose I could at least ask the reason...
âI like ghosts...and things related to the occult. So I thought we could talk about that...â
â...â
She thought the Ghost Guild was a guild for people who liked ghosts...!
Necoco and Satomi were a lot more modern, and would probably have no interest in such things...
No, wait a minute. This was a good thing.
It would go smoother once I fixed this misunderstanding.
When she knew the real meaning of Ghost Guild and what we stood for, she would be satisfied and leave!
âYou donât see many people who are fans of the occult these days. However, our guild is actually...â
That was a habit I had.
The habit of softening my words before getting to the subject at hand.
However, I chose the wrong words this time.
My slightly rude words ended up lighting a fire within her.
âSo you donât know about VO!? If anything, the occult is a pretty big deal now!â
âV...O?â
âThe virtual occult! Indeed, itâs true that technological advancements...have made belief in ghosts and UMAs decrease... It is...a very sad thing... But now that space development is underway, there are wealthy groups that are seriously searching for UFOs and aliens...â
She kept talking...
âAnd thus a new concept for the occult was born... VO. The virtual occult! Even in this new world created by humans which we call the internet! There are unsolved mysteries! High-power AIs, star frame, the god-layer web. And cyborgs. Virtualians...! There are too many to mention here!â
Indeed, the internet was a dark and deep place.
Maybe not as dark and deep as space, but perhaps it held more mysterious than the deep seas and polar regions.
In spite of it being something made by humans...
Itâs a place with awkward people who donât like to socialize!
âMy biggest interest is the Virtualiens!â
That being said, she didnât seem like she wanted to accept the truth now.
âYes! Thatâs what they call humans who, through neural stimulation from experiencing new technology such as VR and AR, awaken to unknown abilities! One person who I know of who is close to a Virtualien, is Macoco Strange! She is very mysterious... I want to talk to her in person... And so I need to get close to her first... Ah, um, itâs not like I started this game in order to meet her or anything!â
I feel like Iâve opened Pandoraâs Box.
âHowever, they call this the great age of VR. And so I decided that in order to encounter the occult, I must jump into these VR games! Ultimately, online games are just human relationships, and if lots of humans gather together, then mysteries will be born!â
âWell, everyone has their reason for playing... As long as you arenât breaking the rules...you can do what you want. That being said, this Virtualien thing is pretty interesting. Though, I donât know if I believe it. Besides, our guild isnât really interested in...â
âWhat are you talking about!? Iâm pretty sure that you are one too, Mr. Kyuji!â
âWhat!?â
âDonât you remember? That feeling of suddenly being able to do something when starting the game. A feeling that youâve never felt before... Modern VR is about tricking the brain and making you believe things that are impossible. Surely itâs only natural that such a thing will awaken a power inside of you?â
â...Uh. It will take a little more than that to convince me. But I do think itâs amusing and exciting.â
âI-I see... Iâm sorry... This is the first time Iâve talked to someone about it, and I got a little too enthusiastic...â
Suddenly being able to do something, huh...
Itâs not like it didnât ring any bells...
I needed to take in a deep breath and calm down.
We were both overheated.
âAs this was my first online game, I was afraid of playing with others, and so I was solo the whole time. Even during this event, I got all of the medals while solo. But then I couldnât beat Charin... And so I decided to wait until she was weakened...â
âWhat? You completed all of the trials by yourself?â
âYes. I suppose I was lucky. My weapons, equipment and job were all suited for solo play...â
A chain and spiked ball that had range and great destructive power.
And armor that would block most attacks.
And judging by her nun clothes, she likely had healing skills as well.
But as for her actual playing ability...
âSo did you play a lot of offline games...?â
âNo, Iâm not much of a gamer at all.â
Maybe she was the real Virtualien...
Did she suddenly awaken? To an insane power...
I could feel a bottomless talent...
And there was also the fact that she was a heavily armored advance guard...
However, it was still not something that I could decide on my own.
I suppose I would send Necoco a message later.
That I had found a promising player...
Her name was... I hadnât heard her name yet.
âUm, whatâs your name...â
âAh, I havenât even introduced myself in spite of talking so much! I am so very sorry! I am called Anne-marie Gothnoir!â
That was quite a name...!
She definitely sounded like someone who was new to online games.
Experts generally had shorter or less serious names...
âBut you can just call me Anne. Now, do you have any plans, Mr. Kyuji?â
âIndeed... I was going to unlock fast travel in this Ghost Float town.â
âThen why donât we go together? They tell you the requirements in the town, so I already know... But to be honest, I think it will be difficult if you only have your Unison with you. After all, you will have to travel all over the Ghost Float.â
So similar fights to the last one might happen over and over...
I was too good a prey for these hunters.
If they uploaded a video of them beating me, they would get a lot of views and revenue.
And this person, who had a chance to defeat me, was now offering to help.
I had no reason to refuse.
âAlright, letâs go together then.â
âYes! What an occultic development! Iâll be counting on you as well!â
With Garbow and Anne, we would be able to stand against a party of .
And like that, my cooperation with the mysterious and armed nun began. | {
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ããããšãããããŸãã | And before I was a toy designer, oh, I was a mime, a street mime, actually.
And then I was an entertainer, I guess.
And before that, I was a silversmith, and before that, I was -- I was out of the house at about 15 and a half, and I never wound up going into college.
I didn't really -- I didn't see the point at the time.
I do now, after learning about all the quantum stuff.
It's really cool.
Anyway, I wanted to show you a little bit about the world of toy design, at least from my small aperture of the world.
This is a video I made when I first started doing toy design.
I'm in my garage, making weird stuff.
And then you go to these toy companies and there's some guy across the table, and he goes, "Pass. Pass. Pass."
You know, you think it's so cool, but they -- anyway, I made this little tape that I'd always show when I go in.
This is the name of my company, Giving Toys.
So I used to work at Mattel, actually.
And after I left Mattel, I started all these hamburger makers, and then got the license to make the maker.
So this is a hamburger maker that you take the peanut butter and stuff and you put it in there, and it makes -- and this is a French fry maker, little, tiny food you can eat.
I beat up the pasta maker to make that.
Then this is a McNugget maker, I think.
This, now that's the McNugget maker, and this is a -- this is my oldest daughter making a McApple Pie.
And let's see, you can make the pie and cinnamon and sugar, and then you eat, and you eat, and you eat, and you -- she's about 300 pounds now.
No, she's not, she's beautiful.
This is how they looked when they came out at the end.
These are a -- this is like a 15 million dollar line.
And it got me through some -- I didn't make any royalties on this, but it got me through.
Next is a compilation of a bunch of stuff.
That was a missile foam launcher that didn't get sold.
This is a squishy head, for no apparent reason.
This is some effects that I did for "Wig, Rattle and Roll."
That was a robot eye thing controlling it in the back.
That paid the rent for about a month.
This is a walking Barbie -- I said, "Oh, this is it!"
And they go, "Oh, that's really nice," and out it goes.
So this is some fighting robots. I thought everyone would want these.
They fight, they get back up, you know? Wouldn't this be cool?
And they made it into a toy, and then they dropped it like a hot rock.
They're pretty cool.
This is a-- we're doing some flight-testing on my little pug, seeing if this can really grab.
It does pretty good.
I'm using little phone connectors to make them so they can spin.
It's how they, see, have those album things -- kids don't know what they are.
This is a clay maker.
You know, I said -- I went to Play-Doh, and said, "Look, I can animate this."
They said, "Don't talk to us about Play-Doh."
And then, I made a Lego animator.
I thought, this would be so great!
And you know, Lego -- don't take Legos to Lego.
That's the answer. They know everything about it.
Then I started doing animatronics.
I loved dinosaurs.
I used to be in the film business, kind of, and actually, Nicholas Negroponte saw this when I was, like, 12, and anyway, so then they said, "No, you have to make two and they have to fight."
You know, how -- why would a kid want a dinosaur?
This is me using [unclear] or 3-D Studio, back in the '80s.
That's David Letterman.
You can see how old this stuff is.
That's my youngest cousin.
This is a segment called, "Dangerous Toys You Won't See at Christmas."
We had my first saw blade launcher and we had a flamethrower chair.
My career basically peaked here.
And in the back are foam-core cutouts of the people who couldn't make it to the show.
This is MEK going through a windshield wiper motor.
So this is a -- I used to kind of be an actor.
And I'm really not very good at it.
But the -- this is a guy named Dr. Yatz, who would take toys apart and show kids about engineering.
And you can see the massively parallel processing Nintendos there.
And over to the left is a view master of the CD-ROM.
And a guy named Stan Reznikov did this as a pilot.
This is a -- you can see the little window there.
You can actually see the Steadicam with a bubble on the bottom.
You see the keyboard strapped to my wrist.
Way ahead of my time here.
I'm getting dizzy ... Narrator: I love toys!
Caleb Chung: That's all I wanted to say there. I love toys.
OK, so, so that was a, that was the first kind of a -- that was the first batch of products.
Most of them did not go.
You get one out of 20, one out of 30 products.
And every now and then, we do something like a, you know, an automated hair wrap machine, you know, that tangles your hair and pulls your scalp out, and -- and we'd make some money on that, you know. And we'd give it out.
But eventually, we left L.A., and we moved to Idaho, where there was actually a lot of peace and quiet.
And I started working on this project -- oh, I have to tell you about this real quick.
Throughout this whole thing, making toys, I think there is a real correlation with innovation and art and science.
There's some kind of a blend that happens that allows, you know, to find innovation.
And I tried to sum this up in some kind of symbol that means something, to me anyway.
And so, art and science have a kind of dynamic balance, that's where I think innovation happens.
And actually, this is, to me, how I can come up with great ideas.
But it's not how you actually get leverage.
Actually, you have to put a circle around that, and call it business.
And those three together, I think, give you leverage in the world.
But moving on.
So, this is a quick tale I'm going to tell. This is the Furby tale.
As he said, I was co-inventor of the Furby.
I did the body and creature -- well, you'll see.
So by way of showing you this, you can kind of get an understanding of what it is to, hopefully, try to create robotic life forms, or technology So this is my family.
This is my wife, Christi, and Abby, and Melissa, and my 17-year-old now, Emily, who was just a pack of trouble.
All right, there's that robot again.
I came out of the movie business, as I said, and I said, let's make these animatronic robots.
Let's make these things.
And so I've always had a big interest in this.
This one actually didn't go anywhere, but I got my feet wet doing this.
This is a smaller one, and I have a little moving torso on there.
A little, tiny guy walks along. More servo drives, lots of servo hacking, lots of mechanical stuff.
There's another one.
He actually has skeletor legs, I think, he's wearing there.
Oh, this is a little pony, little pony -- very cute little thing.
The point of showing these is I've always been interested in little artificial life pieces.
So the challenge was -- I worked for Microsoft for a little bit, working on the Microsoft Barney.
And this is a -- you know, the purple dinosaur with kind of bloat wear.
And, you know, they had lots, just lots of stuff in there that you didn't need, I thought.
And then Microsoft can just fill a, you know, a warehouse full of this stuff and see if they sell.
So it's a really strange business model compared to coming from a toy company.
But anyway, a friend of mine and I, Dave Hampton, decided to see if we could do like a single-cell organism.
What's the fewest pieces we could use to make a little life form?
And that's our little, thirty-cent Mabuchi motor.
And so, I have all these design books, like I'm sure many of you have.
And throughout the books -- this is the first page on Furby -- I have kind of the art and science.
I have the why over here, and the how over there.
I try to do a lot of philosophy, a lot of thinking about all of these projects.
Because they're not just "bing" ideas; you have to really dig deep in these things.
So there's some real pseudo-code over here, and getting the idea of different kind of drives, things like that.
And originally, Furby only had two eyes and some batteries on the bottom.
And then we said, well, you're going to feed him, and he needs to talk, and it got more complicated.
And then I had to figure out how I'm going to use that one motor to make the eyes move, and the ears move, and the body to move, and the mouth to move.
And, you know, I want to make it blink and do all that at the same time.
Well, I came up with this kind of linear expression thing with these cams and feedback. And that worked pretty well.
Then I started to get a little more realistic and I have to start drawing the stuff.
And there's my "note to self" at the top: "lots of engineering."
So that turned out to be a little more than true.
There's my first exploded view and all the little pieces and the little worm drive and all that stuff.
And then I've got to start building it, so this is the real thing.
I get up and start cutting my finger and gluing things together.
And that's my little workshop.
And there's the first little cam that drove Furby.
And there's Furby on the half shell.
You can see the little BB in the box is my tilt sensor.
I just basically gnawed all this stuff out of plastic.
So there's the back of his head with a billion holes in it.
And there I am. I'm done. There's my little Furby.
No, it's a little robot on heroin or something, I think.
So right now, you see, I love little robots.
So my wife says, "Well, you may like it, but nobody else will."
So she comes to the rescue.
This is my wife Christi, who is just, you know, my muse and my partner for eternity here.
And she does drawings, right?
She's an actual, you know, artist.
And she starts doing all these different drawings and does color patterns and coloring books.
And I like the guy with the cigar at the bottom there.
He didn't test so well, but I like him.
And then she started doing these other images.
At that time, Beanie Babies was a big hit, and we thought, we'll do a bunch of different ones.
So here's a little pink one, a little pouf on his head.
And here's -- this didn't do so well in testing either, I don't know why.
There's my favorite, Demon Furby.
That was a good one.
Anyway, finally settled on kind of this kind of a look, little poufy body, a little imaginary character.
And there he is, a little bush baby on -- caught in the headlights there.
I actually went to Toys"R"Us, got a little furry cat, ripped it apart and made this.
And since then, every time I come home from Toys"R"Us with dolls or something, they disappear from my desk and they get hidden in the house.
I have three girls and they just, they -- it's like a rescue animal thing they're going there.
So, a little tether coming off, it's just a control for the Fur's mouth and his eyes.
It's just a little server control and I made a little video going: "Hi, my name's Furby, and I'm good," you know, and then I'd reach my hand.
He'd -- you can tickle him. When I put my hand up, "Ha, ha, ha, ha" and that's how we sold him.
And Hasbro actually said, I meant Tiger Electronics at the time, said, "Yeah, we want to do this.
We have, you know, 13 weeks or something to Toy Fair, and we're going to hire you guys to do this."
And so Dave and I got working.
Mostly me, because it was all mechanics at this point.
So now I have to really figure out all kinds of stuff I don't know how to do.
And I started working with Solid Works and a whole other group to do that.
And we started -- this was way back before there was really much SLA going on, not a lot of rapid prototyping.
We certainly didn't have the money to do this.
They only paid me, like, a little bit of money to do this, so I had to call a friend of a friend who was running the GM prototype plant, SLA plant, that was down.
And they said, "Yeah, well, we'll run them."
So they ran all the shells for us, which was nice of them.
And the cams I got cut at Hewlett Packard.
We snuck in on the weekend.
And so we just had a disc of the files.
But they have a closed system, so you couldn't print the things out on the machine.
So we actually printed them out on clear and taped them on the monitors.
And on the weekend we ran the parts for that.
So this is how they come out close to the end.
And then they looked like little Garfields there.
Eight months later -- you may remember this, this was a -- total, total, total chaos.
For a while, they were making two million Furbys a month.
They actually wound up doing about 40 million Furbys.
I -- it's unbelievable how -- I don't know how that can be.
And Hasbro made about, you know, a billion and a half dollars.
And I just a little bit on each one.
So full circle -- why do I do this?
Why do you, you know, try to do this stuff?
And it's, of course, for your kids.
And there's my youngest daughter with her Furbys.
And she still actually has those.
So I kind of retired, and we're already living in paradise up in Boise, on a river, you know. So and then I started another company called Toy Innovation and we did some projects with Mattel with actually with a lady who's here, Ivy Ross, and we did Miracle Moves Baby, made it in Wired magazine, did a bunch of other stuff.
And then I started another company.
We did a little hand-held device for teens that could hook up to the Internet, won "Best Innovations" at CES, but really I kind of slowed down and said, OK, I just ... After a while, I had this old tape of this dinosaur, and I gave it to this guy, and this other guy saw it, and then people started to want to do it.
And they said they'd spend all this time.
So I said, "OK, let's try to do this dinosaur project."
The crazy idea is we're going to try to clone a dinosaur as much as we can with today's technology.
And it's not really -- but as close as we can do.
And we're going to try to really pull this off, intentfully try to make something that seems like it's alive.
Not a robot that kind of does, but let's really go for it.
So I picked a Camarasaurus, because the Camarasaurus was the most abundant of the sauropods in North America.
And you could actually find full fossil evidence of these.
That's a juvenile.
And so we actually went in.
There's a book called "Walking on Eggshells," where they found actual sauropod skin in Patagonia.
And the picture from the book, so when I -- I told the sculptor to use this bump pattern, whatever you can to copy that.
Very, very obsessive.
There's a kind of truncated Camarasaurus skeleton, but the geometry's correct.
And then I went in, and measured all the geometry because I figured, hey, biomimicry.
If I do it kind of right, it might move kind of like the real thing.
So there's the motor.
And about this time, you know, all these other people are starting to help.
Here's an example of what we did with the skull.
There's the skull, there's my drawing of a skull.
There's kind of the skin version of the soft tissue.
There's the mechanism that would go in there, kind of a Geneva drive.
There's some Solid Works versions of it.
Here's some SLA parts of the same thing.
And then, these are really crude pieces. We were just doing some tests here.
There's the skull, pretty much the same shape as the Camarasaurus.
There's a photorealistic eye behind a lens.
And there's kind of the first exploded view, or see-through view.
There's the first SLA version, and it already kind of has the feel, it has kind of a cuteness already.
And the thing about blending science and art in this multidisciplinary stuff is you can do a robot, and then you go back and do the shape, and then you go back and forth.
The servos in the front legs, we had to shape those like muscles.
They had to fit within the envelope.
There was a tremendous amount of work to get all that working right.
All the neck and the tail are cable, so it moves smoothly and organically.
And then, of course, you're not done yet.
You have to get the look for the skin.
The skin's a whole another thing, probably the hardest part.
So you hire artists, and you try to get the look and feel of the character.
Now, this is not -- we're character designers, right?
And we're still trying to keep with the real character.
So, now you go back and you cover the whole thing with clay.
Now you start doing the sculpture for this.
And you can see we got a guy from -- who's just a fanatic about dinosaurs to do the sculpting for us, down to the spoon-shaped teeth and everything.
And then more sculpting, and then more sculpting, and then more sculpting, and then more sculpting.
And then, four years and 10 million dollars later, we have a little Pleo.
John, do you want to bring him up?
John Sosoka is our CTO, and is really the man that's done most of the work with our 40-person company.
I'd like to give John a hand. He never gets recognition. This is John Sosoka.
So, thank you, John, thank you, and get back to work, all right, man?
All right -- -- no, it's very painful, so -- -- these are little Pleos and you can probably see them.
This -- I on purpose -- they go through life stages.
So when you first get them, they're babies.
And you -- more you have them, kind of the older they get, and they kind of learn through their behavior.
So this one, this one's actually asleep, and -- hang on.
Pleo, wake up. Pleo, come on.
So this guy's listening to my voice here.
But they have 40 sensors all over their body.
They have seven processors, they have 14 motors, they have -- but you don't care, do you?
They're just cute, right? That's the idea, that's the idea.
So you see -- hey, come on. Hey, did you feel that?
There's something big and loud over here.
Hey.
That's good, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Yeah, they're like kids, you know.
You, yeah, yeah. Okay, he's hungry.
I'll show you what he's been doing for, for four years.
Here, here, here. Have some money, Pleo.
There you go.
That's what the investors think, that it's just -- -- right, right. So they're really sweet little guys.
And we're hoping that -- you know, our belief is that humans need to feel empathy towards things in order to be more human.
And we think we can help that out by having little creatures that you can love.
Now these are not robots, they're kind of lovebots, you know.
They do change over time.
But mostly they evoke a feeling of caring.
And we have a -- I have a little something here.
Now I do want to say that, you know, Ugobe is not there yet.
We've just opened the door, and it's for all of you to step through it.
We did include some things that are hopefully useful.
Excuse me, Pleo.
They -- he has a USB and he has a SD card, so it's completely open architecture.
So anyone can plug him -- -- thank you.
This is John over here.
Anyone can take Pleo and they can totally redo his personality.
You can make him bipolar, or as someone said, a -- -- you can change his homeostatic drives, or whatever you want to call them.
Kids can just drag and drop, put in new sounds.
We -- actually, it's very hard to keep people from doing this.
We have one animator who's taken it and he's done a take on the Budweiser beer commercial, and they're going, "Whassup," you know?
You -- so it's -- yes, he likes that.
So they're a handful. We hope you get one.
I don't know what I'm missing to say, but as a last thing, I'd like to say is that if we continue along this path, we are designing our children's best friends.
And there's a lot of social responsibility in that.
That's why Pleo's soft and gentle and loving.
And so I just -- I hope we all dream well.
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INTRODUCTORY NOTE
CHAPTER I
Of the imitation of Christ, and of contempt of the world and all its vanities
He that followeth me shall not walk in darkness,(1) saith the Lord.
These are the words of Christ;
and they teach us how far we must imitate His life and character,
if we seek true illumination, and deliverance from all blindness of heart.
Let it be our most earnest study, therefore, to dwell upon the life of Jesus Christ.
2. His teaching surpasseth all teaching of holy men, and such as have His Spirit find therein the hidden manna.
(2) But there are many who, though they frequently hear the Gospel, yet feel but little longing after it,
because they have not the mind of Christ.
He, therefore, that will fully and with true wisdom understand the words of Christ, let him strive to conform his whole life to that mind of Christ.
3. What doth it profit thee to enter into deep discussion concerning the Holy Trinity, if thou lack humility, and be thus displeasing to the Trinity?
For verily it is not deep words that make a man holy and upright;
it is a good life which maketh a man dear to God.
I had rather feel contrition than be skilful in the definition thereof.
If thou knewest the whole Bible, and the sayings of all the philosophers, what should all this profit thee without the love and grace of God?
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity,
save to love God, and Him only to serve.
That is the highest wisdom,
to cast the world behind us, and to reach forward to the heavenly kingdom.
4. It is vanity then to seek after, and to trust in, the riches that shall perish.
It is vanity, too, to covet honours, and to lift up ourselves on high.
It is vanity to follow the desires of the flesh and be led by them, for this shall bring misery at the last.
It is vanity to desire a long life, and to have little care for a good life.
It is vanity to take thought only for the life which now is, and not to look forward to the things which shall be hereafter.
It is vanity to love that which quickly passeth away, and not to hasten where eternal joy abideth.
5. Be ofttimes mindful of the saying,
(3) The eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear with hearing.
Strive, therefore, to turn away thy heart from the love of the things that are seen, and to set it upon the things that are not seen.
For they who follow after their own fleshly lusts, defile the conscience, and destroy the grace of God.
CHAPTER II
Of thinking humbly of oneself
There is naturally in every man a desire to know,
but what profiteth knowledge without the fear of God?
Better of a surety is a lowly peasant who serveth God, than a proud philosopher who watcheth the stars and neglecteth the knowledge of himself.
He who knoweth himself well is vile in his own sight;
neither regardeth he the praises of men.
If I knew all the things that are in the world, and were not in charity, what should it help me before God, who is to judge me according to my deeds?
2. Rest from inordinate desire of knowledge,
for therein is found much distraction and deceit.
Those who have knowledge desire to appear learned, and to be called wise.
Many things there are to know which profiteth little or nothing to the soul.
And foolish out of measure is he who attendeth upon other things rather than those which serve to his soul's health.
Many words satisfy not the soul,
but a good life refresheth the mind, and a pure conscience giveth great confidence towards God.
3. The greater and more complete thy knowledge, the more severely shalt thou be judged, unless thou hast lived holily.
Therefore be not lifted up by any skill or knowledge that thou hast;
but rather fear concerning the knowledge which is given to thee.
If it seemeth to thee that thou knowest many things, and understandest them well, know also that there are many more things which thou knowest not.
Be not high-minded, but rather confess thine ignorance.
Why desirest thou to lift thyself above another, when there are found many more learned and more skilled in the Scripture than thou?
If thou wilt know and learn anything with profit, love to be thyself unknown and to be counted for nothing.
4. That is the highest and most profitable lesson, when a man truly knoweth and judgeth lowly of himself.
To account nothing of one's self, and to think always kindly and highly of others, this is great and perfect wisdom.
Even shouldest thou see thy neighbor sin openly or grievously, yet thou oughtest not to reckon thyself better than he,
for thou knowest not how long thou shalt keep thine integrity.
All of us are weak and frail;
hold thou no man more frail than thyself.
CHAPTER III
Of the knowledge of truth
Happy is the man whom Truth by itself doth teach, not by figures and transient words, but as it is in itself.(1)
Our own judgment and feelings often deceive us, and we discern but little of the truth.
What doth it profit to argue about hidden and dark things,
concerning which we shall not be even reproved in the judgment, because we knew them not?
Oh, grievous folly, to neglect the things which are profitable and necessary, and to give our minds to things which are curious and hurtful!
Having eyes, we see not.
2. And what have we to do with talk about genus and species!
He to whom the Eternal Word speaketh is free from multiplied questionings.
From this One Word are all things, and all things speak of Him;
and this is the Beginning which also speaketh unto us.(2)
No man without Him understandeth or rightly judgeth.
O God, who art the Truth, make me one with Thee in everlasting love.
It wearieth me oftentimes to read and listen to many things;
in Thee is all that I wish for and desire.
Let all the doctors hold their peace;
let all creation keep silence before Thee:
speak Thou alone to me.
3. The more a man hath unity and simplicity in himself, the more things and the deeper things he understandeth;
because he receiveth the light of understanding from above.
The spirit which is pure, sincere, and steadfast, is not distracted though it hath many works to do,
because it doth all things to the honour of God,
and striveth to be free from all thoughts of self-seeking.
Who is so full of hindrance and annoyance to thee as thine own undisciplined heart?
A man who is good and devout arrangeth beforehand within his own heart the works which he hath to do abroad;
and so is not drawn away by the desires of his evil will, but subjecteth everything to the judgment of right reason.
Who hath a harder battle to fight than he who striveth for self-mastery?
And this should be our endeavour,
even to master self, and thus daily to grow stronger than self, and go on unto perfection.
4. All perfection hath some imperfection joined to it in this life,
and all our power of sight is not without some darkness.
A lowly knowledge of thyself is a surer way to God than the deep searching of man's learning.
Not that learning is to be blamed, nor the taking account of anything that is good;
but a good conscience and a holy life is better than all.
And because many seek knowledge rather than good living, therefore they go astray, and bear little or no fruit.
5. O if they would give that diligence to the rooting out of vice and the planting of virtue which they give unto vain questionings:
there had not been so many evil doings and stumbling-blocks among the laity, nor such ill living among houses of religion.
Of a surety, at the Day of Judgment it will be demanded of us, not what we have read, but what we have done;
not how well we have spoken, but how holily we have lived.
Tell me,
where now are all those masters and teachers, whom thou knewest well, whilst they were yet with you, and flourished in learning?
Their stalls are now filled by others, who perhaps never have one thought concerning them.
Whilst they lived they seemed to be somewhat,
but now no one speaks of them.
6. Oh how quickly passeth the glory of the world away!
Would that their life and knowledge had agreed together!
How many perish through empty learning in this world, who care little for serving God.
And because they love to be great more than to be humble,
He only is truly great, who hath great charity.
He is truly great who deemeth himself small, and counteth all height of honour as nothing.
He is the truly wise man, who counteth all earthly things as dung that he may win Christ.
And he is the truly learned man, who doeth the will of God, and forsaketh his own will.
CHAPTER IV
Of prudence in action
We must not trust every word of others or feeling within ourselves,
but cautiously and patiently try the matter, whether it be of God.
Unhappily we are so weak that we find it easier to believe and speak evil of others, rather than good.
But they that are perfect, do not give ready heed to every news-bearer,
for they know man's weakness that it is prone to evil and unstable in words.
2. This is great wisdom, not to be hasty in action, or stubborn in our own opinions.
A part of this wisdom also is not to believe every word we hear, nor to tell others all that we hear, even though we believe it.
Take counsel with a man who is wise and of a good conscience;
and seek to be instructed by one better than thyself, rather than to follow thine own inventions.
A good life maketh a man wise toward God,
and giveth him experience in many things.
The more humble a man is in himself, and the more obedient towards God, the wiser will he be in all things, and the more shall his soul be at peace.
CHAPTER V
Of the reading of Holy Scriptures
It is Truth which we must look for in Holy Writ, not cunning of words.
All Scripture ought to be read in the spirit in which it was written.
We must rather seek for what is profitable in Scripture, than for what ministereth to subtlety in discourse.
Therefore we ought to read books which are devotional and simple, as well as those which are deep and difficult.
And let not the weight of the writer be a stumbling-block to thee, whether he be of little or much learning,
but let the love of the pure Truth draw thee to read.
Ask not, who hath said this or that, but look to what he says.
2. Men pass away,
but the truth of the Lord endureth for ever.
Without respect of persons God speaketh to us in divers manners.
Our own curiosity often hindereth us in the reading of holy writings,
when we seek to understand and discuss, where we should pass simply on.
If thou wouldst profit by thy reading, read humbly, simply, honestly,
and not desiring to win a character for learning.
Ask freely, and hear in silence the words of holy men;
nor be displeased at the hard sayings of older men than thou,
for they are not uttered without cause.
CHAPTER VI
Of inordinate affections
Whensoever a man desireth aught above measure, immediately he becometh restless.
The proud and the avaricious man are never at rest;
while the poor and lowly of heart abide in the multitude of peace.
The man who is not yet wholly dead to self, is soon tempted, and is overcome in small and trifling matters.
It is hard for him who is weak in spirit, and still in part carnal and inclined to the pleasures of sense,
to withdraw himself altogether from earthly desires.
And therefore, when he withdraweth himself from these, he is often sad,
and easily angered too if any oppose his will.
2. But if, on the other hand, he yield to his inclination, immediately he is weighed down by the condemnation of his conscience;
for that he hath followed his own desire, and yet in no way attained the peace which he hoped for.
And therefore there is no peace in the heart of a man who is carnal, nor in him who is given up to the things that are without him,
but only in him who is fervent towards God and living the life of the Spirit.
CHAPTER VII
Of fleeing from vain hope and pride
Vain is the life of that man who putteth his trust in men or in any created Thing.
Be not ashamed to be the servant of others for the love of Jesus Christ, and to be reckoned poor in this life.
Rest not upon thyself, but build thy hope in God.
Do what lieth in thy power,
and God will help thy good intent.
Trust not in thy learning, nor in the cleverness of any that lives,
but rather trust in the favour of God, who resisteth the proud and giveth grace to the humble.
2. Boast not thyself in thy riches if thou hast them,
nor in thy friends if they be powerful,
but in God, who giveth all things, and in addition to all things desireth to give even Himself.
Be not lifted up because of thy strength or beauty of body, for with only a slight sickness it will fail and wither away.
Be not vain of thy skilfulness or ability,
lest thou displease God, from whom cometh every good gift which we have.
3. Count not thyself better than others,
lest perchance thou appear worse in the sight of God, who knoweth what is in man.
Be not proud of thy good works,
for God's judgments are of another sort than the judgments of man, and what pleaseth man is ofttimes displeasing to Him.
If thou hast any good, believe that others have more,
and so thou mayest preserve thy humility.
It is no harm to thee if thou place thyself below all others;
but it is great harm if thou place thyself above even one.
Peace is ever with the humble man,
but in the heart of the proud there is envy and continual wrath.
CHAPTER VIII
Of the danger of too much familiarity
Open not thine heart to every man,
but deal with one who is wise and feareth God.
Be seldom with the young and with strangers.
Be not a flatterer of the rich;
nor willingly seek the society of the great.
Let thy company be the humble and the simple, the devout and the gentle,
and let thy discourse be concerning things which edify.
Be not familiar with any woman, but commend all good women alike unto God.
Choose for thy companions God and His Angels only, and flee from the notice of men.
2. We must love all men,
but not make close companions of all.
It sometimes falleth out that one who is unknown to us is highly regarded through good report of him, whose actual person is nevertheless unpleasing to those who behold it.
We sometimes think to please others by our intimacy, and forthwith displease them the more by the faultiness of character which they perceive in us.
CHAPTER IX
Of obedience and subjection
It is verily a great thing to live in obedience,
to be under authority, and not to be at our own disposal.
Far safer is it to live in subjection than in a place of authority.
Many are in obedience from necessity rather than from love;
these take it amiss, and repine for small cause.
Nor will they gain freedom of spirit, unless with all their heart they submit themselves for the love of God.
Though thou run hither and thither, thou wilt not find peace, save in humble subjection to the authority of him who is set over thee.
Fancies about places and change of them have deceived many.
2. True it is that every man willingly followeth his own bent, and is the more inclined to those who agree with him.
But if Christ is amongst us, then it is necessary that we sometimes yield up our own opinion for the sake of peace.
Who is so wise as to have perfect knowledge of all things?
Therefore trust not too much to thine own opinion, but be ready also to hear the opinions of others.
Though thine own opinion be good, yet if for the love of God thou foregoest it, and followest that of another, thou shalt the more profit thereby.
3. Ofttimes I have heard that it is safer to hearken and to receive counsel than to give it.
It may also come to pass that each opinion may be good;
but to refuse to hearken to others when reason or occasion requireth it, is a mark of pride or wilfulness.
CHAPTER X
Of the danger of superfluity of words
Avoid as far as thou canst the tumult of men;
for talk concerning worldly things, though it be innocently undertaken, is a hindrance, so quickly are we led captive and defiled by vanity.
Many a time I wish that I had held my peace, and had not gone amongst men.
But why do we talk and gossip so continually,
seeing that we so rarely resume our silence without some hurt done to our conscience?
We like talking so much because we hope by our conversations to gain some mutual comfort, and because we seek to refresh our wearied spirits by variety of thoughts.
And we very willingly talk and think of those things which we love or desire, or else of those which we most dislike.
2. But alas! it is often to no purpose and in vain.
For this outward consolation is no small hindrance to the inner comfort which cometh from God.
Therefore must we watch and pray that time pass not idly away.
If it be right and desirable for thee to speak, speak things which are to edification.
Evil custom and neglect of our real profit tend much to make us heedless of watching over our lips.
Nevertheless, devout conversation on spiritual things helpeth not a little to spiritual progress,
most of all where those of kindred mind and spirit find their ground of fellowship in God.
CHAPTER XI
Of seeking peace of mind and of spiritual progress
We may enjoy abundance of peace if we refrain from busying ourselves with the sayings and doings of others,
and things which concern not ourselves.
How can he abide long time in peace who occupieth himself with other men's matters, and with things without himself, and meanwhile payeth little or rare heed to the self within?
Blessed are the single-hearted,
for they shall have abundance of peace.
2. How came it to pass that many of the Saints were so perfect, so contemplative of Divine things?
Because they steadfastly sought to mortify themselves from all worldly desires,
and so were enabled to cling with their whole heart to God, and be free and at leisure for the thought of Him.
We are too much occupied with our own affections, and too anxious about transitory things.
Seldom, too, do we entirely conquer even a single fault, nor are we zealous for daily growth in grace.
And so we remain lukewarm and unspiritual.
3. Were we fully watchful of ourselves, and not bound in spirit to outward things, then might we be wise unto salvation, and make progress in Divine contemplation.
Our great and grievous stumbling-block is that, not being freed from our affections and desires, we strive not to enter into the perfect way of the Saints.
And when even a little trouble befalleth us, too quickly are we cast down, and fly to the world to give us comfort.
4. If we would quit ourselves like men, and strive to stand firm in the battle, then should we see the Lord helping us from Heaven.
For He Himself is alway ready to help those who strive and who trust in Him;
If we look upon our progress in religion as a progress only in outward observances and forms, our devoutness will soon come to an end.
But let us lay the axe to the very root of our life, that, being cleansed from affections, we may possess our souls in peace.
5. If each year should see one fault rooted out from us, we should go quickly on to perfection.
But on the contrary, we often feel
that we were better and holier in the beginning of our conversion than after many years of profession.
Zeal and progress ought to increase day by day;
yet now it seemeth a great thing if one is able to retain some portion of his first ardour.
If we would put some slight stress on ourselves at the beginning, then afterwards we should be able to do all things with ease and joy.
6. It is a hard thing to break through a habit,
and a yet harder thing to go contrary to our own will.
Yet if thou overcome not slight and easy obstacles, how shalt thou overcome greater ones?
Withstand thy will at the beginning,
and unlearn an evil habit,
lest it lead thee little by little into worse difficulties.
Oh, if thou knewest what peace to thyself thy holy life should bring to thyself, and what joy to others, methinketh thou wouldst be more zealous for spiritual profit.
CHAPTER XII
Of the uses of adversity
It is good for us that we sometimes have sorrows and adversities,
for they often make a man lay to heart that he is only a stranger and sojourner, and may not put his trust in any worldly thing.
It is good that we sometimes endure contradictions, and are hardly and unfairly judged, when we do and mean what is good.
For these things help us to be humble, and shield us from vain-glory.
For then we seek the more earnestly the witness of God, when men speak evil of us falsely, and give us no credit for good.
2. Therefore ought a man to rest wholly upon God, so that he needeth not seek much comfort at the hand of men.
When a man who feareth God is afflicted or tried or oppressed with evil thoughts, then he seeth that God is the more necessary unto him, since without God he can do no good thing.
Then he is heavy of heart, he groaneth, he crieth out for the very disquietness of his heart.
Then he groweth weary of life, and would fain depart and be with Christ.
By all this he is taught that in the world there can be no perfect security or fulness of peace.
CHAPTER XIII
Of resisting temptation
So long as we live in the world, we cannot be without trouble and trial.
Wherefore it is written in Job,
The life of man upon the earth is a trial.(1)
And therefore ought each of us to give heed concerning trials and temptations, and watch unto prayer,
lest the devil find occasion to deceive;
No man is so perfect in holiness that he hath never temptations,
nor can we ever be wholly free from them.
2. Yet, notwithstanding, temptations turn greatly unto our profit, even though they be great and hard to bear;
for through them we are humbled, purified, instructed.
All Saints have passed through much tribulation and temptation, and have profited thereby.
And they who endured not temptation became reprobate and fell away.
There is no position so sacred, no place so secret, that it is without temptations and adversities.
3. There is no man wholly free from temptations so long as he liveth,
because we have the root of temptation within ourselves,
in that we are born in concupiscence.
One temptation or sorrow passeth, and another cometh;
and always we shall have somewhat to suffer,
for we have fallen from perfect happiness.
Many who seek to fly from temptations fall yet more deeply into them.
By flight alone we cannot overcome,
but by endurance and true humility we are made stronger than all our enemies.
4. He who only resisteth outwardly and pulleth not up by the root, shall profit little;
nay, rather temptations will return to him the more quickly, and will be the more terrible.
Little by little, through patience and longsuffering,
thou shalt conquer by the help of God, rather than by violence and thine own strength of will.
In the midst of temptation often seek counsel;
and deal not hardly with one who is tempted,
but comfort and strengthen him
as thou wouldest have done unto thyself.
5. The beginning of all temptations to evil is instability of temper and want of trust in God;
for even as a ship without a helm is tossed about by the waves, so is a man who is careless and infirm of purpose tempted, now on this side, now on that.
As fire testeth iron, so doth temptation the upright man.
Oftentimes we know not what strength we have;
but temptation revealeth to us what we are.
Nevertheless, we must watch, especially in the beginnings of temptation;
for then is the foe the more easily mastered, when he is not suffered to enter within the mind, but is met outside the door as soon as he hath knocked.
Wherefore one saith,
Check the beginnings;
once thou might'st have cured,
But now 'tis past thy skill, too long hath it endured.
For first cometh to the mind the simple suggestion,
then the strong imagination, afterwards pleasure, evil affection, assent.
And so little by little the enemy entereth in altogether, because he was not resisted at the beginning.
And the longer a man delayeth his resistance, the weaker he groweth, and the stronger groweth the enemy against him.
6. Some men suffer their most grievous temptations in the beginning of their conversion, some at the end.
Some are sorely tried their whole life long.
Some there are who are tempted but lightly,
according to the wisdom and justice of the ordering of God, who knoweth the character and circumstances of men, and ordereth all things for the welfare of His elect.
7. Therefore we ought not to despair when we are tempted, but the more fervently should cry unto God, that He will vouchsafe to help us in all our tribulation;
and that He will, as St. Paul saith, with the temptation make a way to escape that we may be able to bear it.(2)
Let us therefore humble ourselves under the mighty hand of God in all temptation and trouble,
for He will save and exalt such as are of an humble spirit.
8. In temptations and troubles a man is proved, what progress he hath made,
and therein is his reward the greater, and his virtue doth the more appear.
Nor is it a great thing if a man be devout and zealous so long as he suffereth no affliction;
but if he behave himself patiently in the time of adversity, then is there hope of great progress.
Some are kept safe from great temptations, but are overtaken in those which are little and common,
that the humiliation may teach them not to trust to themselves in great things, being weak in small things.
CHAPTER XIV
On avoiding rash judgment
Look well unto thyself, and beware that thou judge not the doings of others.
In judging others a man laboureth in vain;
he often erreth, and easily falleth into sin;
but in judging and examining himself he always laboureth to good purpose.
According as a matter toucheth our fancy, so oftentimes do we judge of it;
for easily do we fail of true judgment because of our own personal feeling.
If God were always the sole object of our desire, we should the less easily be troubled by the erring judgment of our fancy.
2. But often some secret thought lurking within us, or even some outward circumstance, turneth us aside.
Many are secretly seeking their own ends in what they do, yet know it not.
They seem to live in good peace of mind so long as things go well with them, and according to their desires,
but if their desires be frustrated and broken, immediately they are shaken and displeased.
Diversity of feelings and opinions very often brings about dissensions between friends, between countrymen,
between religious and godly men.
3. Established custom is not easily relinquished,
and no man is very easily led to see with the eyes of another.
If thou rest more upon thy own reason or experience than upon the power of Jesus Christ,
thy light shall come slowly and hardly;
for God willeth us to be perfectly subject unto Himself, and all our reason to be exalted by abundant love towards Him.
CHAPTER XV
Of works of charity
For no worldly good whatsoever, and for the love of no man, must anything be done which is evil,
but for the help of the suffering a good work must sometimes be postponed, or be changed for a better;
for herein a good work is not destroyed, but improved.
Without charity no work profiteth, but whatsoever is done in charity,
however small and of no reputation it be, bringeth forth good fruit;
for God verily considereth what a man is able to do, more than the greatness of what he doth.
2. He doth much who loveth much.
He doth much who doth well.
He doth well who ministereth to the public good rather than to his own.
Oftentimes that seemeth to be charity which is rather carnality,
because it springeth from natural inclination, self-will, hope of repayment, desire of gain.
3. He who hath true and perfect charity, in no wise seeketh his own good,
but desireth that God alone be altogether glorified.
He envieth none, because he longeth for no selfish joy;
nor doth he desire to rejoice in himself, but longeth to be blessed in God as the highest good.
He ascribeth good to none
save to God only,
the Fountain whence all good proceedeth, and the End, the Peace, the joy of all Saints.
He ascribeth good to none save to God only, the Fountain whence all good proceedeth, and the End, the Peace, the joy of all Saints.
Oh, he who hath but a spark of true charity, hath verily learned that all worldly things are full of vanity.
CHAPTER XVI
Of bearing with the faults of others
Those things which a man cannot amend in himself or in others, he ought patiently to bear, until God shall otherwise ordain.
Bethink thee that perhaps it is better for thy trial and patience,
without which our merits are but little worth.
Nevertheless thou oughtest, when thou findeth such impediments, to beseech God that He would vouchsafe to sustain thee, that thou be able to bear them with a good will.
2. If one who is once or twice admonished refuse to hearken, strive not with him,
but commit all to God, that His will may be done and His honour be shown in His servants,
for He knoweth well how to convert the evil unto good.
Endeavour to be patient in bearing with other men's faults and infirmities whatsoever they be,
for thou thyself also hast many things which have need to be borne with by others.
If thou canst not make thine own self what thou desireth, how shalt thou be able to fashion another to thine own liking.
We are ready to see others made perfect, and yet we do not amend our own shortcomings.
3. We will that others be straitly corrected, but we will not be corrected ourselves.
The freedom of others displeaseth us, but we are dissatisfied that our own wishes shall be denied us.
We desire rules to be made restraining others, but by no means will we suffer ourselves to be restrained.
Thus therefore doth it plainly appear how seldom we weigh our neighbour in the same balance with ourselves.
If all men were perfect, what then should we have to suffer from others for God?
4. But now hath God thus ordained, that we may learn to bear one another's burdens,
because none is without defect, none without a burden, none sufficient of himself, none wise enough of himself;
but it behoveth us to bear with one another, to comfort one another, to help, instruct, admonish one another.
How much strength each man hath is best proved by occasions of adversity:
for such occasions do not make a man frail, but show of what temper he is.
CHAPTER XVII
Of a religious life
It behoveth thee to learn to mortify thyself in many things, if thou wilt live in amity and concord with other men.
It is no small thing to dwell in a religious community or congregation, and to live there without complaint, and therein to remain faithful even unto death.
Blessed is he who hath lived a good life in such a body, and brought it to a happy end.
If thou wilt stand fast and wilt profit as thou oughtest, hold thyself as an exile and a pilgrim upon the earth.
Thou wilt have to be counted as a fool for Christ, if thou wilt lead a religious life.
2. The clothing and outward appearance are of small account;
it is change of character and entire mortification of the affections which make a truly religious man.
He who seeketh aught save God and the health of his soul, shall find only tribulation and sorrow.
Nor can he stand long in peace, who striveth not to be least of all and servant of all.
3. Thou art called to endure and to labour, not to a life of ease and trifling talk.
Here therefore are men tried as gold in the furnace.
No man can stand, unless with all his heart he will humble himself for God's sake.
CHAPTER XVIII
Of the example of the Holy Fathers
Consider now the lively examples of the holy fathers, in whom shone forth real perfectness and religion, and thou shalt see how little, even as nothing, is all that we do.
Ah! What is our life when compared to theirs?
They, saints and friends of Christ as they were, served the Lord in hunger and thirst, in cold and nakedness, in labour and weariness, in watchings and fastings, in prayer and holy meditations, in persecutions and much rebuke.
2. O how many and grievous tribulations did the Apostles, Martyrs, Confessors, Virgins, endure;
For they hated their souls in this world that they might keep them unto life eternal.
O how strict and retired a life was that of the holy fathers who dwelt in the desert!
what long and grievous temptations they did suffer!
how often were they assaulted by the enemy!
what frequent and fervid prayers did they offer unto God!
what strict fasts did they endure!
what fervent zeal and desire after spiritual profit did they manifest!
how bravely did they fight that their vices might not gain the mastery!
how entirely and steadfastly did they reach after God!
By day they laboured, and at night they gave themselves ofttimes unto prayer;
yea, even when they were labouring they ceased not from mental prayer.
3. They spent their whole time profitably;
every hour seemed short for retirement with God;
and through the great sweetness of contemplation, even the need of bodily refreshment was forgotten.
They renounced all riches, dignities, honours, friends, kinsmen;
they desired nothing from the world;
they ate the bare necessaries of life;
they were unwilling to minister to the body even in necessity.
Thus were they poor in earthly things, but rich above measure in grace and virtue.
Though poor to the outer eye, within they were filled with grace and heavenly benedictions.
4. They were strangers to the world, but unto God they were as kinsmen and friends.
They seemed unto themselves as of no reputation, and in the world's eyes contemptible;
but in the sight of God they were precious and beloved.
They stood fast in true humility, they lived in simple obedience,
they walked in love and patience;
To all religious men they were given as an example, and they ought more to provoke us unto good livings than the number of the lukewarm tempteth to carelessness of life.
5. O how great was the love of all religious persons at the beginning of this sacred institution!
O what devoutness of prayer!
what strict discipline was observed!
what reverence and obedience under the rule of the master showed they in all things!
The traces of them that remain until now testify that they were truly holy and perfect men, who fighting so bravely trod the world underfoot.
Now a man is counted great if only he be not a transgressor, and if he can only endure with patience what he hath undertaken.
6. O the coldness and negligence of our times,
that we so quickly decline from the former love, and it is become a weariness to live, because of sloth and lukewarmness.
May progress in holiness not wholly fall asleep in thee, who many times hast seen so many examples of devout men!
CHAPTER XX
Of the love of solitude and silence
Seek a suitable time for thy meditation, and think frequently of the mercies of God to thee.
Leave curious questions.
Study such matters as bring thee sorrow for sin rather than amusement.
If thou withdraw thyself from trifling conversation and idle goings about, as well as from novelties and gossip, thou shalt find thy time sufficient and apt for good meditation.
The greatest saints used to avoid as far as they could the company of men, and chose to live in secret with God.
2. One hath said,
"As oft as I have gone among men, so oft have I returned less a man."
This is what we often experience when we have been long time in conversation.
For it is easier to be altogether silent than it is not to exceed in word.
It is easier to remain hidden at home than to keep sufficient guard upon thyself out of doors.
He, therefore, that seeketh to reach that which is hidden and spiritual, must go with Jesus "apart from the multitude."
No man safely goeth abroad who loveth not to rest at home.
No man safely talketh but he who loveth to hold his peace.
No man safely ruleth but he who loveth to be subject.
No man safely commandeth but he who loveth to obey.
3. No man safely rejoiceth but he who hath the testimony of a good conscience within himself.
The boldness of the Saints was always full of the fear of God.
Nor were they the less earnest and humble in themselves,
because they shone forth with great virtues and grace.
But the boldness of wicked men springeth from pride and presumption, and at the last turneth to their own confusion.
Never promise thyself security in this life,
howsoever good a monk or devout a solitary thou seemest.
4. Often those who stand highest in the esteem of men, fall the more grievously because of their over great confidence.
Wherefore it is very profitable unto many that they should not be without inward temptation,
but should be frequently assaulted, lest they be over confident, lest they be indeed lifted up into pride, or else lean too freely upon the consolations of the world.
O how good a conscience should that man keep, who never sought a joy that passeth away, who never became entangled with the world!
O how great peace and quiet should he possess, who would cast off all vain care, and think only of healthful and divine things, and build his whole hope upon God!
5. No man is worthy of heavenly consolation but he who hath diligently exercised himself in holy compunction.
If thou wilt feel compunction within thy heart, enter into thy chamber and shut out the tumults of the world,
as it is written,
Commune with your own heart in your own chamber and be still.(1)
In retirement thou shalt find what often thou wilt lose abroad.
Retirement, if thou continue therein, groweth sweet,
but if thou keep not in it, begetteth weariness.
If in the beginning of thy conversation thou dwell in it and keep it well, it shall afterwards be to thee a dear friend, and a most pleasant solace.
6. In silence and quiet the devout soul goeth forward and learneth the hidden things of the Scriptures.
Therein findeth she a fountain of tears, wherein to wash and cleanse herself each night,
that she may grow the more dear to her Maker as she dwelleth the further from all worldly distraction.
To him who withdraweth himself from his acquaintance and friends God with his holy angels will draw nigh.
It is better to be unknown and take heed to oneself than to neglect oneself and work wonders.
It is praiseworthy for a religious man to go seldom abroad, to fly from being seen, to have no desire to see men.
7. Why wouldest thou see what thou mayest not have?
The world passeth away and the lust thereof.
The desires of sensuality draw thee abroad, but when an hour is past, what dost thou bring home,
but a weight upon thy conscience and distraction of heart?
A merry going forth bringeth often a sorrowful return,
and a merry evening maketh a sad morning?
So doth all carnal joy begin pleasantly, but in the end it gnaweth away and destroyeth.
What canst thou see abroad which thou seest not at home?
Behold the heaven and the earth and the elements,
for out of these are all things made.
8. What canst thou see anywhere which can continue long under the sun?
Thou believest perchance that thou shalt be satisfied, but thou wilt never be able to attain unto this.
If thou shouldest see all things before thee at once, what would it be but a vain vision?
Lift up thine eyes to God on high,
and pray that thy sins and negligences may be forgiven.
Leave vain things to vain men,
and mind thou the things which God hath commanded thee.
Shut thy door upon thee, and call unto thyself Jesus thy beloved.
Remain with Him in thy chamber,
for thou shalt not elsewhere find so great peace.
If thou hadst not gone forth nor listened to vain talk, thou hadst better kept thyself in good peace.
But because it sometimes delighteth thee to hear new things, thou must therefore suffer trouble of heart.
CHAPTER XXI
Of compunction of heart
If thou wilt make any progress keep thyself in the fear of God, and long not to be too free, but restrain all thy senses under discipline and give not thyself up to senseless mirth.
Give thyself to compunction of heart and thou shalt find devotion.
Compunction openeth the way for many good things, which dissoluteness is wont quickly to lose.
It is wonderful that any man can ever rejoice heartily in this life who considereth and weigheth his banishment, and the manifold dangers which beset his soul.
2. Through lightness of heart and neglect of our shortcomings we feel not the sorrows of our soul, but often vainly laugh when we have good cause to weep.
There is no true liberty nor real joy, save in the fear of God with a good conscience.
Happy is he who can cast away every cause of distraction and bring himself to the one purpose of holy compunction.
Happy is he who putteth away from him whatsoever may stain or burden his conscience.
Strive manfully;
custom is overcome by custom.
If thou knowest how to let men alone, they will gladly let thee alone to do thine own works.
3. Busy not thyself with the affairs of others,
nor entangle thyself with the business of great men.
Keep always thine eye upon thyself first of all,
and give advice to thyself specially before all thy dearest friends.
If thou hast not the favour of men, be not thereby cast down,
but let thy concern be that thou holdest not thyself so well and circumspectly, as becometh a servant of God and a devout monk.
It is often better and safer for a man not to have many comforts in this life, especially those which concern the flesh.
But that we lack divine comforts or feel them rarely is to our own blame, because we seek not compunction of heart, nor utterly cast away those comforts which are vain and worldly.
4. Know thyself to be unworthy of divine consolation, and worthy rather of much tribulation.
When a man hath perfect compunction, then all the world is burdensome and bitter to him.
A good man will find sufficient cause for mourning and weeping;
for whether he considereth himself, or pondereth concerning his neighbour, he knoweth that no man liveth here without tribulation,
and the more thoroughly he considereth himself, the more thoroughly he grieveth.
Grounds for just grief and inward compunction there are in our sins and vices,
wherein we lie so entangled that we are but seldom able to contemplate heavenly things.
5. If thou thoughtest upon thy death more often than how long thy life should be, thou wouldest doubtless strive more earnestly to improve.
And if thou didst seriously consider the future pains of hell, I believe thou wouldest willingly endure toil or pain and fear not discipline.
But because these things reach not the heart, and we still love pleasant things, therefore we remain cold and miserably indifferent.
6. Oftentimes it is from poverty of spirit that the wretched body is so easily led to complain.
Pray
therefore humbly unto the Lord that He will give thee the spirit of compunction
and say in the language of the prophet,
Feed me, O Lord, with bread of tears, and give me plenteousness of tears to drink.(1)
CHAPTER XXII
On the contemplation of human misery
Thou art miserable wheresoever thou art, and whithersoever thou turnest, unless thou turn thee to God.
Why art thou disquieted because it happeneth not to thee according to thy wishes and desires?
Who is he that hath everything according to his will?
Neither I, nor thou, nor any man upon the earth.
There is no man in the world free from trouble or anguish, though he were King or Pope.
Who is he who hath the happiest lot?
Even he who is strong to suffer somewhat for God.
2. There are many foolish and unstable men who say,
"See what a prosperous life that man hath, how rich and how great he is, how powerful, how exalted."
But lift up thine eyes to the good things of heaven,
and thou shalt see that all these worldly things are nothing,
they are utterly uncertain, yea, they are wearisome,
because they are never possessed without care and fear.
The happiness of man lieth not in the abundance of temporal things
but a moderate portion sufficeth him.
Our life upon the earth is verily wretchedness.
The more a man desireth to be spiritual, the more bitter doth the present life become to him;
because he the better understandeth and seeth the defects of human corruption.
For to eat, to drink, to watch, to sleep, to rest, to labour, and to be subject to the other necessities of nature, is truly a great wretchedness and affliction to a devout man,
who would fain be released and free from all sin.
3. For the inner man is heavily burdened with the necessities of the body in this world.
Wherefore the prophet devoutly prayeth to be freed from them,
saying,
But woe to those who know not their own misery, and yet greater woe to those who love this miserable and corruptible life.
For to such a degree do some cling to it (even though by For to such a degree do some cling to it (even though by labouring or begging they scarce procure what is necessary for subsistence) that if they might live here always, they would care nothing for the Kingdom of God.
4. Oh foolish and faithless of heart, who lie buried so deep in worldly things, that they relish nothing save the things of the flesh!
Miserable ones!
they will too sadly find out at the last, how vile and worthless was that which they loved.
The saints of God and all loyal friends of Christ held as nothing the things which pleased the flesh, or those which flourished in this life,
but their whole hope and affection aspired to the things which are above.
Their whole desire was borne upwards to everlasting and invisible things, lest they should be drawn downwards by the love of things visible.
5. Lose not, brother, thy loyal desire of progress to things spiritual.
There is yet time, the hour is not past.
Why wilt thou put off thy resolution?
Arise, begin this very moment, and say,
"Now is the time to do:
now is the time to fight, now is the proper time for amendment."
When thou art ill at ease and troubled, then is the time when thou art nearest unto blessing.
Thou must go through fire and water that God may bring thee into a wealthy place.
Unless thou put force upon thyself, thou wilt not conquer thy faults.
So long as we carry about with us this frail body, we cannot be without sin, we cannot live without weariness and trouble.
Gladly would we have rest from all misery;
but because through sin we have lost innocence, we have lost also the true happiness.
Therefore must we be patient, and wait for the mercy of God, until this tyranny be overpast, and this mortality be swallowed up of life.
6. O how great is the frailty of man, which is ever prone to evil!
To-day thou confessest thy sins, and to-morrow thou committest again the sins thou didst confess.
Now dost thou resolve to avoid a fault, and within an hour thou behavest thyself as if thou hadst never resolved at all.
Good cause have we therefore to humble ourselves,
and never to think highly of ourselves, seeing that we are so frail and unstable.
And quickly may that be lost by our negligence, which by much labour was hardly attained through grace.
7. What shall become of us at the end, if at the beginning we are lukewarm and idle?
Woe unto us, if we choose to rest, as though it were a time of peace and security, while as yet no sign appeareth in our life of true holiness.
Rather had we need that we might begin yet afresh, like good novices, to be instructed unto good living, if haply there might be hope of some future amendment and greater spiritual increase.
CHAPTER XXIII
Of meditation upon death
Very quickly will there be an end of thee here;
take heed therefore how it will be with thee in another world.
To-day man is,
and to-morrow he will be seen no more.
O the dulness and hardness of man's heart,
which thinketh only of the present, and looketh not forward to the future.
Thou oughtest in every deed and thought so to order thyself, as if thou wert to die this day.
If thou hadst a good conscience thou wouldst not greatly fear death.
It were better for thee to watch against sin, than to fly from death.
If to-day thou art not ready, how shalt thou be ready to-morrow?
To-morrow is an uncertain day;
and how knowest thou that thou shalt have a to-morrow?
2. What doth it profit to live long, when we amend so little?
Ah! long life doth not always amend,
but often the more increaseth guilt.
Oh that we might spend a single day in this world as it ought to be spent!
Many there are who reckon the years since they were converted, and yet oftentimes how little is the fruit thereof.
If it is a fearful thing to die, it may be perchance a yet more fearful thing to live long.
Happy is the man who hath the hour of his death always before his eyes, and daily prepareth himself to die.
If thou hast ever seen one die, consider that thou also shalt pass away by the same road.
3. When it is morning reflect that it may be thou shalt not see the evening,
and at eventide dare not to boast thyself of the morrow.
Always be thou prepared,
and so live that death may never find thee unprepared.
Many die suddenly and unexpectedly.
For at such an hour as ye think not, the Son of Man cometh.(1)
When that last hour shall come, thou wilt begin to think very differently of thy whole life past,
and wilt mourn bitterly that thou hast been so negligent and slothful.
4. Happy and wise is he
who now striveth to be such in life as he would fain be found in death!
For a perfect contempt of the world, a fervent desire to excel in virtue, the love of discipline, the painfulness of repentance, readiness to obey, denial of self, submission to any adversity for love of Christ;
these are the things which shall give great confidence of a happy death.
Whilst thou art in health thou hast many opportunities of good works;
but when thou art in sickness I know not how much thou wilt be able to do.
Few are made better by infirmity:
even as they who wander much abroad seldom become holy.
5. Trust not thy friends and kinsfolk,
nor put off the work of thy salvation to the future,
for men will forget thee sooner than thou thinkest.
It is better for thee now to provide in time, and to send some good before thee, than to trust to the help of others.
If thou art not anxious for thyself now, who, thinkest thou, will be anxious for thee afterwards?
Now the time is most precious.
Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation.
But alas! that thou spendest not well this time, wherein thou mightest lay up treasure which should profit thee everlastingly.
The hour will come when thou shalt desire one day, yea, one hour, for amendment of life,
and I know not whether thou shalt obtain.
6. Oh, dearly beloved,
from what danger thou mightest free thyself, from what great fear, if only thou wouldst always live in fear, and in expectation of death!
Strive now to live in such wise that in the hour of death thou mayest rather rejoice than fear.
Learn now to die to the world,
so shalt thou begin to live with Christ.
Learn now to contemn all earthly things,
and then mayest thou freely go unto Christ.
Keep under thy body by penitence,
and then shalt thou be able to have a sure confidence.
7. Ah, foolish one!
why thinkest thou that thou shalt live long, when thou art not sure of a single day?
How many have been deceived, and suddenly have been snatched away from the body!
How many times hast thou heard how one was slain by the sword, another was drowned, another falling from on high broke his neck, another died at the table, another whilst at play!
Thus cometh death to all, and the life of men swiftly passeth away like a shadow.
8. Who will remember thee after thy death?
And who will entreat for thee?
Work, work now, oh dearly beloved, work all that thou canst.
For thou knowest not when thou shalt die, nor what shall happen unto thee after death.
While thou hast time, lay up for thyself undying riches.
Think of nought but of thy salvation;
care only for the things of God.
Make to thyself friends, by venerating the saints of God and walking in their steps,
that when thou failest, thou mayest be received into everlasting habitations.(2)
9. Keep thyself as a stranger and a pilgrim upon the earth, to whom the things of the world appertain not.
Keep thine heart free, and lifted up towards God,
for here have we no continuing city.(3)
To Him direct thy daily prayers with crying and tears,
that thy spirit may be found worthy to pass happily after death unto its Lord.
CHAPTER XXIV
Of the judgment and punishment of the wicked
In all that thou doest, remember the end,
and how thou wilt stand before a strict judge, from whom nothing is hid, who is not bribed with gifts, nor accepteth excuses, but will judge righteous judgment.
O most miserable and foolish sinner, who art sometimes in fear of the countenance of an angry man, what wilt thou answer to God, who knoweth all thy misdeeds?
Why dost thou not provide for thyself against the day of judgment,
when no man shall be able to be excused or defended by means of another, but each one shall bear his burden himself alone?
Now doth thy labour bring forth fruit, now is thy weeping acceptable, thy groaning heard, thy sorrow well pleasing to God, and cleansing to thy soul.
2. Even here on earth the patient man findeth great occasion of purifying his soul.
When suffering injuries he grieveth more for the other's malice than for his own wrong;
when he prayeth heartily for those that despitefully use him and forgiveth them from his heart;
when he is not slow to ask pardon from others;
when he is swifter to pity than to anger;
when he frequently denieth himself and striveth altogether to subdue the flesh to the spirit.
Better is it now to purify the soul from sin, than to cling to sins from which we must be purged hereafter.
Truly we deceive ourselves by the inordinate love which we bear towards the flesh.
3. What is it which that fire shall devour, save thy sins?
The more thou sparest thyself and followest the flesh, the more heavy shall thy punishment be, and the more fuel art thou heaping up for the burning.
For wherein a man hath sinned, therein shall he be the more heavily punished.
There shall the slothful be pricked forward with burning goads, and the gluttons be tormented with intolerable hunger and thirst.
There shall the luxurious and the lovers of pleasure be plunged into burning pitch and stinking brimstone,
and the envious shall howl like mad dogs for very grief.
4. No sin will there be which shall not be visited with its own proper punishment.
The proud shall be filled with utter confusion, and the covetous shall be pinched with miserable poverty.
An hour's pain there shall be more grievous than a hundred years here of the bitterest penitence.
No quiet shall be there, no comfort for the lost, though here sometimes there is respite from pain, and enjoyment of the solace of friends.
Be thou anxious now and sorrowful for thy sins, that in the day of judgment thou mayest have boldness with the blessed.
Then shall the poor and humble man have great confidence,
while the proud is taken with fear on every side.
5. Then shall it be seen that he was the wise man in this world who learned to be a fool and despised for Christ.
Then shall all tribulation patiently borne delight us, while the mouth of the ungodly shall be stopped.
Then shall every godly man rejoice, and every profane man shall mourn.
Then the afflicted flesh shall more rejoice than if it had been alway nourished in delights.
Then the humble garment shall put on beauty, and the precious robe shall hide itself as vile.
Then the little poor cottage shall be more commended than the gilded palace.
Then enduring patience shall have more might than all the power of the world.
Then simple obedience shall be more highly exalted than all worldly wisdom.
6. Then a pure and good conscience shall more rejoice than learned philosophy.
Then contempt of riches shall have more weight than all the treasure of the children of this world.
Then shalt thou find more comfort in having prayed devoutly than in having fared sumptuously.
Then thou wilt rather rejoice in having kept silence than in having made long speech.
Then holy deeds shall be far stronger than many fine words.
Then a strict life and sincere penitence shall bring deeper pleasure than all earthly delight.
Learn now to suffer a little,
that then thou mayest be enabled to escape heavier sufferings.
Prove first here, what thou art able to endure hereafter.
If now thou art able to bear so little, how wilt thou be able to endure eternal torments?
If now a little suffering maketh thee so impatient, what shall hell-fire do then?
Behold of a surety thou art not able to have two Paradises,
to take thy fill or delight here in this world, and to reign with Christ hereafter.
7. If even unto this day thou hadst ever lived in honours and pleasures, what would the whole profit thee if now death came to thee in an instant?
All therefore is vanity,
save to love God and to serve Him only.
For he who loveth God with all his heart feareth not death, nor punishment, nor judgment, nor hell,
because perfect love giveth sure access to God.
But he who still delighteth in sin, no marvel if he is afraid of death and judgment.
Nevertheless it is a good thing,
if love as yet cannot restrain thee from evil, that at least the fear of hell should hold thee back.
But he who putteth aside the fear of God cannot long continue in good, but shall quickly fall into the snares of the devil.
CHAPTER XXV
Of the zealous amendment of our whole life
Be thou watchful and diligent in God's service,
and bethink thee often why thou hast renounced the world.
Was it not that thou mightest live to God and become a spiritual man?
Be zealous, therefore, for thy spiritual profit,
for thou shalt receive shortly the reward of thy labours, and neither fear nor sorrow shall come any more into thy borders.
Now shalt thou labour a little,
and thou shalt find great rest,
yea everlasting joy.
If thou shalt remain faithful and zealous in labour, doubt not that God shall be faithful and bountiful in rewarding thee.
It is thy duty to have a good hope that thou wilt attain the victory,
but thou must not fall into security
lest thou become slothful or lifted up.
2. A certain man being in anxiety of mind, continually tossed about between hope and fear, and being on a certain day overwhelmed with grief,
cast himself down in prayer before the altar in a church,
and meditated within himself, saying,
"Oh! if I but knew that I should still persevere,"
and presently heard within him a voice from God,
"And if thou didst know it, what wouldst thou do?
Do now what thou wouldst do then,
and thou shalt be very secure."
And straightway being comforted and strengthened, he committed himself to the will of God and the perturbation of spirit ceased,
neither had he a mind any more to search curiously to know what should befall him hereafter,
but studied rather to inquire what was the good and acceptable will of God, for the beginning and perfecting of every good work.
3. Hope in the Lord and be doing good, saith the Prophet;
One thing there is which holdeth back many from progress and fervent amendment,
even the dread of difficulty, or the labour of the conflict.
Nevertheless they advance above all others in virtue who strive manfully to conquer those things which are most grievous and contrary to them,
for there a man profiteth most and meriteth greater grace where he most overcometh himself and mortifieth himself in spirit.
4. But all men have not the same passions to conquer and to mortify,
yet he who is diligent shall attain more profit, although he have stronger passions, than another who is more temperate of disposition, but is withal less fervent in the pursuit of virtue.
Two things specially avail unto improvement in holiness,
namely firmness to withdraw ourselves from the sin to which by nature we are most inclined, and earnest zeal for that good in which we are most lacking.
And strive also very earnestly to guard against and subdue those faults which displease thee most frequently in others.
5. Gather some profit to thy soul wherever thou art, and wherever thou seest or hearest good examples, stir thyself to follow them,
but where thou seest anything which is blameworthy, take heed that thou do not the same;
or if at any time thou hast done it, strive quickly to amend thyself.
As thine eye observeth others, so again are the eyes of others upon thee.
How sweet and pleasant is it to see zealous and godly brethren temperate and of good discipline;
and how sad is it and grievous to see them walking disorderly, not practising the duties to which they are called.
How hurtful a thing it is to neglect the purpose of their calling, and turn their inclinations to things which are none of their business.
6. Be mindful of the duties which thou hast undertaken, and set always before thee the remembrance of the Crucified.
Truly oughtest thou to be ashamed as thou lookest upon the life of Jesus Christ, because thou hast not yet endeavoured to conform thyself more unto Him, though thou hast been a long time in the way of God.
A religious man who exercises himself seriously and devoutly in the most holy life and passion of our Lord shall find there abundantly all things that are profitable and necessary for him,
neither is there need that he shall seek anything better beyond Jesus.
Oh! if Jesus crucified would come into our hearts, how quickly, and completely should we have learned all that we need to know!
7. He who is earnest receiveth and beareth well all things that are laid upon him.
He who is careless and lukewarm hath trouble upon trouble, and suffereth anguish upon every side,
because he is without inward consolation, and is forbidden to seek that which is outward.
He who is living without discipline is exposed to grievous ruin.
He who seeketh easier and lighter discipline shall always be in distress,
because one thing or another will give him displeasure.
8. O! if no other duty lay upon us but to praise the Lord our God with our whole heart and voice!
Oh! if thou never hadst need to eat or drink, or sleep, but wert always able to praise God, and to give thyself to spiritual exercises alone;
O! that these necessities were not, but only the spiritual refreshments of the soul, which alas we taste too seldom.
9. When a man hath come to this, that he seeketh comfort from no created thing, then doth he perfectly begin to enjoy God,
then also will he be well contented with whatsoever shall happen unto him.
Then will he neither rejoice for much nor be sorrowful for little,
but he committeth himself altogether and with full trust unto God,
who is all in all to him, to whom nothing perisheth nor dieth, but all things live to Him and obey His every word without delay.
10. Remember always thine end, and how the time which is lost returneth not.
Without care and diligence thou shalt never get virtue.
If thou beginnest to grow cold, it shall begin to go ill with thee,
but if thou givest thyself unto zeal thou shalt find much peace, and shalt find thy labour the lighter because of the grace of God and the love of virtue.
A zealous and diligent man is ready for all things.
It is greater labour to resist sins and passions than to toil in bodily labours.
He who shunneth not small faults falleth little by little into greater.
At eventide thou shalt always be glad if thou spend the day profitably.
Watch over thyself,
stir thyself up,
admonish thyself,
and howsoever it be with others, neglect not thyself.
The more violence thou dost unto thyself, the more thou shall profit.
THE SECOND BOOK
ADMONITIONS CONCERNING THE INNER LIFE
The First Chapter
第3ç« Goodness and Peace in Man (ãŸã èš³ã¯æªæ±ºå®)Goodnessãã©ãèš³ãã
The Fifth Chapter
The Ninth Chapter
The Eleventh Chapter
THE INTERIOR LIFE
CHAPTER II
Of lowly submission
Make no great account who is for thee or against thee,
but mind only the present duty and take care that God be with thee in whatsoever thou doest.
Have a good conscience
and God will defend thee,
for he whom God will help no man's perverseness shall be able to hurt.
If thou knowest how to hold thy peace and to suffer, without doubt thou shalt see the help of the Lord.
He knoweth the time and the way to deliver thee,
therefore must thou fresign thyself to Him.
To God it belongeth to help and to deliver from all confusion.
Oftentimes it is very profitable for keeping us in greater humility,
that others know and rebuke our faults.
2. When a man humbleth himself for his defects, he then easily pacifieth others and quickly satisfieth those that are angered against him.
God protecteth and delivereth the humble man,
He loveth and comforteth the humble man,
to the humble man He inclineth Himself, on the humble He bestoweth great grace,
and when he is cast down He raiseth him to glory:
to the humble He revealeth His secrets, and sweetly draweth and inviteth him to Himself.
The humble man having received reproach, is yet in sufficient peace,
because he resteth on God and not on the world.
Reckon not thyself to have profited in anywise unless thou feel thyself to be inferior to all.
CHAPTER III
First keep thyself in peace,
and then shalt thou be able to be a peacemaker towards others.
A peaceable man doth more good than a well-learned.
A passionate man turneth even good into evil and easily believeth evil; a good, peaceable man converteth all things into good.
He who dwelleth in peace is suspicious of none,
but he who is discontented and restless is tossed with many suspicions,
and is neither quiet himself nor suffereth others to be quiet.
He often saith what he ought not to say, and omitteth what it were more expedient for him to do.
He considereth to what duties others are bound, and neglecteth those to which he is bound himself.
Therefore be zealous first over thyself,
and then mayest thou righteously be zealous concerning thy neighbour.
2. Thou knowest well how to excuse and to colour thine own deeds, but thou wilt not accept the excuses of others.
It would be more just to accuse thyself and excuse thy brother.
If thou wilt that others bear with thee, bear thou with others.
Behold
how far thou art as yet from the true charity and humility
which knows not how to be angry or indignant against any save self alone.
CHAPTER IV
Of a pure mind and simple intention
By two wings is man lifted above earthly things,
even by simplicity and purity.
Simplicity ought to be in the intention, purity in the affection.
Simplicity reacheth towards God, purity apprehendeth Him and tasteth Him.
No good action will be distasteful to thee if thou be free within from inordinate affection.
If thou reachest after and seekest, nothing but the will of God and the benefit of thy neighbour, thou wilt entirely enjoy inward liberty.
If thine heart were right, then should every creature be a mirror of life and a book of holy doctrine.
There is no creature so small and vile but that it showeth us the goodness of God.
2. If thou wert good and pure within, then wouldst thou look upon all things without hurt and understand them aright.
A pure heart seeth the very depths of heaven and hell.
Such as each one is inwardly, so judgeth he outwardly.
If there is any joy in the world surely the man of pure heart possesseth it,
and if there is anywhere tribulation and anguish, the evil conscience knoweth it best.
As iron cast into the fire loseth rust and is made altogether glowing, so the man who turneth himself altogether unto God is freed from slothfulness and changed into a new man.
3. When a man beginneth to grow lukewarm, then he feareth a little labour, and willingly accepteth outward consolation;
but when he beginneth perfectly to conquer himself and to walk manfully in the way of God, then he counteth as nothing those things which aforetime seemed to be so grievous unto him.
CHAPTER VII
Of loving Jesus above all things
Blessed is he who understandeth what it is to love Jesus, and to despise himself for Jesus' sake.
He must give up all that he loveth for his Beloved,
for Jesus will be loved alone above all things.
The love of created things is deceiving and unstable,
but the love of Jesus is faithful and lasting.
He who cleaveth to created things will fall with their slipperiness;
but he who embraceth Jesus will stand upright for ever.
Love Him
and hold Him for thy friend,
for He will not forsake thee when all depart from thee,
nor will he suffer thee to perish at the last.
Thou must one day be separated from all, whether thou wilt or wilt not.
2. Cleave thou to Jesus in life and death,
and commit thyself unto His faithfulness,
who, when all men fail thee, is alone able to help thee.
Thy Beloved is such, by nature, that He will suffer no rival, but alone will possess thy heart, and as a king will sit upon His own throne.
If thou wouldst learn to put away from thee every created thing, Jesus would freely take up His abode with thee.
Thou wilt find all trust little better than lost which thou hast placed in men, and not in Jesus.
Trust not nor lean upon a reed shaken with the wind,
because all flesh is grass, and the goodliness thereof falleth as the flower of the field.(1)
3. Thou wilt be quickly deceived if thou lookest only upon the outward appearance of men,
for if thou seekest thy comfort and profit in others, thou shalt too often experience loss.
If thou seekest Jesus in all things thou shalt verily find Jesus,
but if thou seekest thyself thou shalt also find thyself,
but to thine own hurt.
For if a man seeketh not Jesus he is more hurtful to himself
than all the world and all his adversaries.
CHAPTER VIII
Of the intimate love of Jesus
When Jesus is present all is well
and nothing seemeth hard,
but when Jesus is not present everything is hard.
When Jesus speaketh not within, our comfort is nothing worth,
but if Jesus speaketh but a single word great is the comfort we experience.
Did not Mary Magdalene rise up quickly from the place where she wept when Martha said to her,
The Master is come and calleth for thee?(1)
Happy hour when Jesus calleth thee from tears to the joy of the spirit!
How dry and hard art thou without Jesus!
How senseless and vain if thou desirest aught beyond Jesus!
Is not this greater loss than if thou shouldst lose the whole world?
2. What can the world profit thee without Jesus?
To be without Jesus is the nethermost hell,
and to be with Jesus is sweet paradise.
If Jesus were with thee no enemy could hurt thee.
He who findeth Jesus findeth a good treasure, yea, good above all good;
and he who loseth Jesus loseth exceeding much, yea, more than the whole world.
Most poor is he who liveth without Jesus,
and most rich is he who is much with Jesus.
3. It is great skill to know how to live with Jesus,
and to know how to hold Jesus is great wisdom.
Be thou humble and peaceable
and Jesus shall be with thee.
Be godly and quiet,
and Jesus will remain with thee.
Thou canst quickly drive away Jesus and lose His favour if thou wilt turn away to the outer things.
And if thou hast put Him to flight and lost Him, to whom wilt thou flee, and whom then wilt thou seek for a friend?
Without a friend thou canst not live long,
and if Jesus be not thy friend above all thou shalt be very sad and desolate.
Madly therefore doest thou if thou trusteth or findest joy in any other.
It is preferable to have the whole world against thee, than Jesus offended with thee.
Therefore of all that are dear to thee, let Jesus be specially loved.
4. Let all be loved for Jesus' sake,
but Jesus for His own.
Jesus Christ alone is to be specially loved,
for He alone is found good and faithful above all friends.
For His sake and in Him let both enemies and friends be dear to thee,
and pray for them all that they may all know and love Him.
Never desire to be specially praised or loved,
because this belongeth to God alone, who hath none like unto Himself.
Nor wish thou that any one set his heart on thee,
nor do thou give thyself up to the love of any,
but let Jesus be in thee and in every good man.
5. Be pure and free within thyself,
and be not entangled by any created thing.
Thou oughtest to bring a bare and clean heart to God, if thou desirest to be ready to see how gracious the Lord is.
And in truth, unless thou be prevented and drawn on by His grace, thou wilt not attain to this,
that having cast out and dismissed all else, thou alone art united to God.
For when the grace of God cometh to a man, then he becometh able to do all things,
and when it departeth then he will be poor and weak and given up unto troubles.
In these thou art not to be cast down nor to despair,
but to rest with calm mind on the will of God, and to bear all things which come upon thee unto the praise of Jesus Christ;
for after winter cometh summer, after night returneth day,
after the tempest a great calm.
CHAPTER X
Of gratitude for the Grace of God
Why seekest thou rest when thou art born to labour?
Prepare thyself for patience more than for comforts,
and for bearing the cross more than for joy.
For who among the men of this world would not gladly receive consolation and spiritual joy
if he might always have it?
For spiritual comforts exceed all the delights of the world, and all the pleasures of the flesh.
For all worldly delights are either empty or unclean,
whilst spiritual delights alone are pleasant and honourable, the offspring of virtue, and poured forth by God into pure minds.
2. Great is the difference between a visitation from above and false liberty of spirit and great confidence in self.
But no man can always enjoy these divine comforts at his own Will, because the season of temptation ceaseth not for long.
God doeth well in giving us the grace of comfort,
but man doeth ill in not immediately giving God thanks thereof.
And thus the gifts of grace are not able to flow unto us, because we are ungrateful to the Author of them, and return them not wholly to the Fountain whence they flow.
For grace ever becometh the portion of him who is grateful
and that is taken away from the proud, which is wont to be given to the humble.
3. I desire no consolation
which taketh away from me compunction,
I love no contemplation
which leadeth to pride.
Willingly do I accept that grace
whereby I am made humbler and more wary and more ready to renounce myself.
He who is made learned by the gift of grace and taught wisdom by the stroke of the withdrawal thereof, will not dare to claim any good thing for himself,
but will rather confess that he is poor and needy.
Give unto God the thing which is God's,(1) and ascribe to thyself that which is thine;
that is, give thanks unto God for His grace,
but for thyself alone confess thy fault, and that thy punishment is deserved for thy fault.
4. Sit thou down always in the lowest room
and thou shalt be given the highest place.(2)
For the highest cannot be without the lowest.
For the highest saints of God are least in their own sight,
and the more glorious they are, so much the lowlier are they in themselves;
full of grace and heavenly glory,
resting on God and strong in His might,
they cannot be lifted up in any wise.
And they who ascribe unto God all the good which they have received,
"seek not glory one of another,
but the glory which cometh from God only,"
and they desire that God shall be praised in Himself and in all His Saints above all things,
and they are always striving for this very thing.
5. Be thankful, therefore, for the least benefit
and thou shalt be worthy to receive greater.
Let the least be unto thee even as the greatest, and let that which is of little account be unto thee as a special gift.
If the majesty of the Giver be considered, nothing that is given shall seem small and of no worth, for that is not a small thing which is given by the Most High God.
Yea, though He gave punishment and stripes, we ought to be thankful,
because He ever doth for our profit whatever He suffereth to come upon us.
He who seeketh to retain the favour of God, let him be thankful for the favour which is given,
and patient in respect of that which is taken away.
Let him pray that it may return;
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Other stories are that everything is on the verge of unraveling.
But I want to tell you a different story here today.
Like all stories, it has a beginning.
My work, for a long time, has been involved in education, in teaching people practical skills for sustainability, teaching people how to take responsibility for growing some of their own food, how to build buildings using local materials, how to generate their own energy, and so on.
I lived in Ireland, built the first straw-bale houses in Ireland, and some cob buildings and all this kind of thing.
But all my work for many years was focused around the idea that sustainability means basically looking at the globalized economic growth model, and moderating what comes in at one end, and moderating the outputs at the other end.
And then I came into contact with a way of looking at things which actually changed that profoundly.
And in order to introduce you to that, I've got something here that I'm going to unveil, which is one of the great marvels of the modern age.
And it's something so astounding and so astonishing that I think maybe as I remove this cloth a suitable gasp of amazement might be appropriate.
If you could help me with that it would be fantastic.
This is a liter of oil.
This bottle of oil, distilled over a hundred million years of geological time, ancient sunlight, contains the energy equivalent of about five weeks equivalent to about 35 strong people coming round and working for you.
We can turn it into a dazzling array of materials, medicine, modern clothing, laptops, a whole range of different things.
It gives us an energy return that's unimaginable, historically.
We've based the design of our settlements, our business models, our transport plans, even the idea of economic growth, some would argue, on the assumption that we will have this in perpetuity.
Yet, when we take a step back, and look over the span of history, at what we might call the petroleum interval, it's a short period in history where we've discovered this extraordinary material, and then based a whole way of life around it.
But as we straddle the top of this energy mountain, at this stage, we move from a time where our economic success, our sense of individual prowess and well-being is directly linked to how much of this we consume, to a time when actually our degree of oil dependency is our degree of vulnerability.
And it's increasingly clear that we aren't going to be able to rely on the fact that we're going to have this at our disposal forever.
For every four barrels of oil that we consume, we only discover one.
And that gap continues to widen.
There is also the fact that the amount of energy that we get back from the oil that we discover is falling.
In the 1930s we got 100 units of energy back for every one that we put in to extract it.
Completely unprecedented, historically.
Already that's fallen to about 11.
And that's why, now, the new breakthroughs, the new frontiers in terms of oil extraction are scrambling about in Alberta, or at the bottom of the oceans.
There are 98 oil-producing nations in the world.
But of those, 65 have already passed their peak.
The moment when the world on average passes this peak, people wonder when that's going to happen.
And there is an emerging case that maybe that was what happened last July when the oil prices were so high.
But are we to assume that the same brilliance and creativity and adaptability that got us up to the top of that energy mountain in the first place is somehow mysteriously going to evaporate when we have to design a creative way back down the other side?
No. But the thinking that we have to come up with has to be based on a realistic assessment of where we are.
There is also the issue of climate change, is the other thing that underpins this transition approach.
But the thing that I notice, as I talk to climate scientists, is the increasingly terrified look they have in their eyes, as the data that's coming in, which is far ahead of what the IPCC are talking about.
So the IPCC said that we might see significant breakup of the arctic ice in 2100, in their worst case scenario.
Actually, if current trends continue, it could all be gone in five or 10 years' time.
If just three percent of the carbon locked up in the arctic permafrost is released as the world warms, it would offset all the savings that we need to make, in carbon, over the next 40 years to avoid runaway climate change.
We have no choice other than deep and urgent decarbonization.
But I'm always very interested to think about that the generations further down the slope from us are going to tell about us.
"The generation that lived at the top of the mountain, that partied so hard, and so abused its inheritance."
And one of the ways I like to do that is to look back at the stories people used to tell before we had cheap oil, before we had fossil fuels, and people relied on their own muscle, animal muscle energy, or a little bit of wind, little bit of water energy.
We had stories like "The Seven-League Boots": the giant who had these boots, where, once you put them on, with every stride you could cover seven leagues, or 21 miles, a kind of travel completely unimaginable to people without that kind of energy at their disposal.
Stories like The Magic Porridge Pot, where you had a pot where if you knew the magic words, this pot would just make as much food as you liked, without you having to do any work, provided you could remember the other magic word to stop it making porridge.
Otherwise you'd flood your entire town with warm porridge.
There is the story of "The Elves and the Shoemaker."
The people who make shoes go to sleep, wake up in the morning, and all the shoes are magically made for them.
It's something that was unimaginable to people then.
Now we have the seven-league boots in the form of Ryanair and Easyjet.
We have the magic porridge pot in the form of Walmart and Tesco.
And we have the elves in the form of China.
But we don't appreciate what an astonishing thing that has been.
And what are the stories that we tell ourselves now, as we look forward about where we're going to go.
And I would argue that there are four. There is the idea of business as usual, that the future will be like the present, just more of it.
But as we've seen over the last year, I think that's an idea that is increasingly coming into question.
And in terms of climate change, is something that is not actually feasible.
There is the idea of hitting the wall, that actually somehow everything is so fragile that it might just all unravel and collapse.
This is a popular story in some places.
The third story is the idea that technology can solve everything, And it's an idea that I think is very prevalent at these TED Talks, the idea that we can invent our way out of a profound economic and energy crisis, that a move to a knowledge economy can somehow neatly sidestep those energy constraints, the idea that we'll discover some fabulous new source of energy about energy security to one side,
the idea that we can step off neatly onto a completely renewable world.
But the world isn't Second Life.
We can't create new land and new energy systems at the click of a mouse.
And as we sit, exchanging free ideas with each other, there are still people mining coal in order to power the servers, extracting the minerals to make all of those things.
The breakfast that we eat as we sit down to check our email in the morning is still transported at great distances, usually at the expense of the local, more resilient food systems that would have supplied that in the past, which we've so effectively devalued and dismantled.
We can be astonishingly inventive and creative.
But we also live in a world with very real constraints and demands.
Energy and technology are not the same thing.
What I'm involved with is the transition response.
And this is really about looking the challenges of peak oil and climate change square in the face, and responding with a creativity and an adaptability and an imagination that we really need.
It's something which has spread incredibly fast.
And it is something which has several characteristics.
It's viral. It seems to spread under the radar very, very quickly.
It's open source. It's something which everybody who's involved with it develops and passes on as they work with it.
It's self-organizing. There is no great central organization that pushes this; people just pick up an idea and they run with it, and they implement it where they are.
It's solutions-focused. It's very much looking at what people can do where they are, to respond to this.
It's sensitive to place and to scale.
Transitional is completely different.
Transition groups in Chile, transition groups in the U.S., transition groups here, what they're doing looks very different in every place that you go to.
It learns very much from its mistakes.
And it feels historic. It tries to create a sense that this is a historic opportunity to do something really extraordinary.
And it's a process which is really joyful.
People have a huge amount of fun doing this, reconnecting with other people as they do it.
One of the things that underpins it is this idea of resilience.
And I think, in many ways, the idea of resilience is a more useful concept than the idea of sustainability.
The idea of resilience comes from the study of ecology.
And it's really about how systems, settlements, withstand shock from the outside.
When they encounter shock from the outside that they don't just unravel and fall to pieces.
And I think it's a more useful concept than sustainability, as I said.
When our supermarkets have only two or three days' worth of food in them at any one time, often sustainability tends to focus on the energy efficiency of the freezers and on the packaging that the lettuces are wrapped up in.
Looking through the lens of resilience, we really question how we've let ourselves get into a situation that's so vulnerable.
Resilience runs much deeper: it's about building modularity into what we do, building surge breakers into how we organize the basic things that support us.
This is a photograph of the Bristol and District Market Gardeners Association, in 1897.
This is at a time when the city of Bristol, which is quite close to here, was surrounded by commercial market gardens, which provided a significant amount of the food that was consumed in the town, and created a lot of employment for people, as well.
There was a degree of resilience, if you like, at that time, which we can now only look back on with envy.
So how does this transition idea work?
So basically, you have a group of people who are excited by the idea.
They pick up some of the tools that we've developed.
They start to run an awareness-raising program looking at how this might actually work in the town.
They show films, they give talks, and so on.
It's a process which is playful and creative and informative.
Then they start to form working groups, looking at different aspects of this, and then from that, there emerge a whole lot of projects which then the transition project itself starts to support and enable.
So it started out with some work I was involved in in Ireland, where I was teaching, and has since spread.
There are now over 200 formal transition projects.
And there are thousands of others who are at what we call the mulling stage.
They are mulling whether they're going to take it further.
And actually a lot of them are doing huge amounts of stuff.
But what do they actually do? You know, it's a kind of nice idea, but what do they actually do on the ground?
Well, I think it's really important to make the point that actually you know, this isn't something which is going to do everything on its own.
We need international legislation from Copenhagen and so on.
We need national responses. We need local government responses.
But all of those things are going to be much easier if we have communities that are vibrant and coming up with ideas and leading from the front, making unelectable policies electable, over the next 5 to 10 years.
Some of the things that emerge from it are local food projects, like community-supported agriculture schemes, urban food production, creating local food directories, and so on.
A lot of places now are starting to set up their own energy companies, community-owned energy companies, where the community can invest money into itself, to start putting in place the kind of renewable energy infrastructure that we need.
A lot of places are working with their local schools.
Newent in the Forest of Dean: big polytunnel they built for the school; the kids are learning how to grow food.
Promoting recycling, things like garden-share, that matches up people who don't have a garden who would like to grow food, with people who have gardens they aren't using anymore.
Planting productive trees throughout urban spaces.
And also starting to play around with the idea of alternative currencies.
This is Lewes in Sussex, who have recently launched the Lewes Pound, a currency that you can only spend within the town, as a way of starting to cycle money within the local economy.
You take it anywhere else, it's not worth anything.
But actually within the town you start to create these economic cycles much more effectively.
Another thing that they do is what we call an energy descent plan, which is basically to develop a plan B for the town.
Most of our local authorities, when they sit down to plan for the next five, 10, 15, 20 years of a community, still start by assuming that there will be more energy, more cars, more housing, more jobs, more growth, and so on.
What does it look like if that's not the case? And how can we embrace that and actually come up with something that was actually more likely to sustain everybody?
As a friend of mine says, "Life is a series of things you're not quite ready for."
And that's certainly been my experience with transition.
From three years ago, it just being an idea, this has become something that has virally swept around the world.
We're getting a lot of interest from government. Ed Miliband, the energy minister of this country, was invited to come to our recent conference as a keynote listener.
Which he did -- -- and has since become a great advocate of the whole idea.
There are now two local authorities in this country who have declared themselves transitional local authorities, Leicestershire and Somerset. And in Stroud, the transition group there, in effect, wrote the local government's food plan.
And the head of the council said, "If we didn't have Transition Stroud, we would have to invent all of that community infrastructure for the first time."
As we see the spread of it, we see national hubs emerging.
In Scotland, the Scottish government's climate change fund has funded Transition Scotland as a national organization supporting the spread of this.
And we see it all over the place as well now.
But the key to transition is thinking not that we have to change everything now, but that things are already inevitably changing, and what we need to do is to work creatively with that, based on asking the right questions.
I think I'd like to just return at the end to the idea of stories.
Because I think stories are vital here.
And actually the stories that we tell ourselves, we have a huge dearth of stories about how to move forward creatively from here.
And one of the key things that transition does is to pull those stories out of what people are doing.
Stories about the community that's produced its own 21 pound note, for example, the school that's turned its car park into a food garden, the community that's founded its own energy company.
And for me, one of the great stories recently was the Obamas digging up the south lawn of the White House to create a vegetable garden. Because the last time that was done, when Eleanor Roosevelt did it, it led to the creation of 20 million vegetable gardens across the United States.
So the question I'd like to leave you with, really, is -- for all aspects of the things that your community needs in order to thrive, how can it be done in such a way that drastically reduces its carbon emissions, while also building resilience?
Personally, I feel enormously grateful to have lived through the age of cheap oil.
I've been astonishingly lucky, we've been astonishingly lucky.
But let us honor what it has bought us, and move forward from this point.
Because if we cling to it, and continue to assume that it can underpin our choices, the future that it presents to us is one which is really unmanageable.
And by loving and leaving all that oil has done for us, and that the Oil Age has done for us, we are able to then begin the creation of a world which is more resilient, more nourishing, and in which, we find ourselves fitter, more skilled and more connected to each other.
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And I'm also rather surprised, because when I look back on my life the last thing I ever wanted to do was write, or be in any way involved in religion.
After I left my convent, I'd finished with religion, frankly.
I thought that was it.
And for 13 years I kept clear of it. I wanted to be an English literature professor.
And I certainly didn't even want to be a writer, particularly.
But then I suffered a series of career catastrophes, one after the other, and finally found myself in television. I said that to Bill Moyers, and he said, "Oh, we take anybody." And I was doing some rather controversial religious programs.
This went down very well in the U.K., where religion is extremely unpopular.
And so, for once, for the only time in my life, I was finally in the mainstream.
But I got sent to Jerusalem to make a film about early Christianity.
And there, for the first time, I encountered the other religious traditions: Judaism and Islam, the sister religions of Christianity.
And while I found I knew nothing about these faiths at all -- despite my own intensely religious background, I'd seen Judaism only as a kind of prelude to Christianity, and I knew nothing about Islam at all.
But in that city, that tortured city, where you see the three faiths jostling so uneasily together, you also become aware of the profound connection between them.
And it has been the study of other religious traditions that brought me back to a sense of what religion can be, and actually enabled me to look at my own faith in a different light.
And I found some astonishing things in the course of my study that had never occurred to me. Frankly, in the days when I thought I'd had it with religion, I just found the whole thing absolutely incredible.
These doctrines seemed unproven, abstract.
And to my astonishment, when I began seriously studying other traditions, I began to realize that belief -- which we make such a fuss about today -- is only a very recent religious enthusiasm that surfaced only in the West, in about the 17th century.
The word "belief" itself originally meant to love, to prize, to hold dear.
In the 17th century, it narrowed its focus, for reasons that I'm exploring in a book I'm writing at the moment, to include -- to mean an intellectual assent to a set of propositions, a credo.
"I believe:" it did not mean, "I accept certain creedal articles of faith."
It meant: "I commit myself. I engage myself."
Indeed, some of the world traditions think very little of religious orthodoxy.
In the Quran, religious opinion -- religious orthodoxy -- is dismissed as "zanna:" self-indulgent guesswork about matters that nobody can be certain of one way or the other, but which makes people quarrelsome and stupidly sectarian. So if religion is not about believing things, what is it about?
What I've found, across the board, is that religion is about behaving differently.
Instead of deciding whether or not you believe in God, first you do something.
You behave in a committed way, and then you begin to understand the truths of religion.
And religious doctrines are meant to be summons to action; you only understand them when you put them into practice.
Now, pride of place in this practice is given to compassion.
And it is an arresting fact that right across the board, the ability to feel with the other in the way we've been thinking about this evening -- is not only the test of any true religiosity, it is also what will bring us into the presence of what Jews, Christians and Muslims call "God" or the "Divine."
It is compassion, says the Buddha, which brings you to Nirvana.
Why? Because in compassion, when we feel with the other, we dethrone ourselves from the center of our world and we put another person there. And once we get rid of ego, then we're ready to see the Divine.
And in particular, every single one of the major world traditions has highlighted -- has said -- and put at the core of their tradition what's become known as the Golden Rule.
First propounded by Confucius five centuries before Christ: "Do not do to others what you would not like them to do to you."
That, he said, was the central thread which ran through all his teaching and that his disciples should put into practice all day and every day.
And it was -- the Golden Rule would bring them to the transcendent value that he called "ren," human-heartedness, which was a transcendent experience in itself.
And this is absolutely crucial to the monotheisms, too.
There's a famous story about the great rabbi, Hillel, the older contemporary of Jesus.
A pagan came to him and offered to convert to Judaism if the rabbi could recite the whole of Jewish teaching while he stood on one leg.
Hillel stood on one leg and said, "That which is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor. That is the Torah. The rest is commentary.
Go and study it." And "go and study it" was what he meant.
He said, "In your exegesis, you must make it clear that every single verse of the Torah is a commentary, a gloss upon the Golden Rule."
The great Rabbi Meir said that any interpretation of Scripture which led to hatred and disdain, or contempt of other people -- any people whatsoever -- was illegitimate.
Saint Augustine made exactly the same point.
Scripture, he says, "teaches nothing but charity, and we must not leave an interpretation of Scripture until we have found a compassionate interpretation of it."
And this struggle to find compassion in some of these rather rebarbative texts is a good dress rehearsal for doing the same in ordinary life. But now look at our world. And we are living in a world that is -- where religion has been hijacked. Where terrorists cite Quranic verses to justify their atrocities.
Where instead of taking Jesus' words, "Love your enemies.
Don't judge others," we have the spectacle of Christians endlessly judging other people, endlessly using Scripture as a way of arguing with other people, putting other people down. Throughout the ages, religion has been used to oppress others, and this is because of human ego, human greed.
We have a talent as a species for messing up wonderful things.
So the traditions also insisted -- and this is an important point, I think -- that you could not and must not confine your compassion to your own group: your own nation, your own co-religionists, your own fellow countrymen. You must have what one of the Chinese sages called "jian ai": concern for everybody. Love your enemies. Honor the stranger.
We formed you, says the Quran, into tribes and nations so that you may know one another.
And this, again -- this universal outreach -- is getting subdued in the strident use of religion -- abuse of religion -- for nefarious gains.
Now, I've lost count of the number of taxi drivers who, when I say to them what I do for a living, inform me that religion has been the cause of all the major world wars in history. Wrong.
The causes of our present woes are political.
But, make no mistake about it, religion is a kind of fault line, and when a conflict gets ingrained in a region, religion can get sucked in and become part of the problem. Our modernity has been exceedingly violent.
Between 1914 and 1945, 70 million people died in Europe alone as a result of armed conflict.
And so many of our institutions, even football, which used to be a pleasant pastime, now causes riots where people even die.
And it's not surprising that religion, too, has been affected by this violent ethos.
There's also a great deal, I think, of religious illiteracy around.
People seem to think, now equate religious faith with believing things.
As though that -- we call religious people often believers, as though that were the main thing that they do. And very often, secondary goals get pushed into the first place, in place of compassion and the Golden Rule.
Because the Golden Rule is difficult. I sometimes -- when I'm speaking to congregations about compassion, I sometimes see a mutinous expression crossing some of their faces because a lot of religious people prefer to be right, rather than compassionate. Now -- but that's not the whole story.
Since September the 11th, when my work on Islam suddenly propelled me into public life, in a way that I'd never imagined, I've been able to sort of go all over the world, and finding, everywhere I go, a yearning for change.
I've just come back from Pakistan, where literally thousands of people came to my lectures, because they were yearning, first of all, to hear a friendly Western voice.
And especially the young people were coming. And were asking me -- the young people were saying, "What can we do? What can we do to change things?"
And my hosts in Pakistan said, "Look, don't be too polite to us.
Tell us where we're going wrong. Let's talk together about where religion is failing."
Because it seems to me that with -- our current situation is so serious at the moment that any ideology that doesn't promote a sense of global understanding and global appreciation of each other is failing the test of the time.
And religion, with its wide following ... Here in the United States, people may be being religious in a different way, as a report has just shown -- but they still want to be religious. It's only Western Europe that has retained its secularism, which is now beginning to look rather endearingly old-fashioned.
But people want to be religious, and religion should be made to be a force for harmony in the world, which it can and should be -- because of the Golden Rule.
"Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you": an ethos that should now be applied globally.
We should not treat other nations as we would not wish to be treated ourselves.
And these -- whatever our wretched beliefs -- is a religious matter, it's a spiritual matter.
It's a profound moral matter that engages and should engage us all.
And as I say, there is a hunger for change out there.
Here in the United States, I think you see it in this election campaign: a longing for change.
And people in churches all over and mosques all over this continent after September the 11th, coming together locally to create networks of understanding.
With the mosque, with the synagogue, saying, "We must start to speak to one another."
I think it's time that we moved beyond the idea of toleration and move toward appreciation of the other.
I'd -- there's one story I'd just like to mention.
This comes from "The Iliad." But it tells you what this spirituality should be.
You know the story of "The Iliad," the 10-year war between Greece and Troy.
In one incident, Achilles, the famous warrior of Greece, takes his troops out of the war, and the whole war effort suffers. And in the course of the ensuing muddle, his beloved friend, Patroclus, is killed -- and killed in single combat by one of the Trojan princes, Hector. And Achilles goes mad with grief and rage and revenge, and he mutilates the body. He kills Hector, he mutilates his body
and then he refuses to give the body back for burial to the family, which means that, in Greek ethos, Hector's soul will wander eternally, lost.
And then one night, Priam, king of Troy, an old man, comes into the Greek camp incognito, makes his way to Achilles' tent to ask for the body of his son.
And everybody is shocked when the old man takes off his head covering and shows himself.
And Achilles looks at him and thinks of his father. And he starts to weep.
And Priam looks at the man who has murdered so many of his sons, and he, too, starts to weep. And the sound of their weeping filled the house.
The Greeks believed that weeping together created a bond between people.
And then Achilles takes the body of Hector, he hands it very tenderly to the father, and the two men look at each other, and see each other as divine.
That is the ethos found, too, in all the religions.
It's what is meant by overcoming the horror that we feel when we are under threat of our enemies, and beginning to appreciate the other.
It's of great importance that the word for "holy" in Hebrew, applied to God, is "Kadosh": separate, other.
And it is often, perhaps, the very otherness of our enemies which can give us intimations of that utterly mysterious transcendence which is God.
And now, here's my wish: I wish that you would help with the creation, launch and propagation of a Charter for Compassion, crafted by a group of inspirational thinkers from the three Abrahamic traditions of Judaism, Christianity and Islam, and based on the fundamental principle of the Golden Rule.
We need to create a movement among all these people that I meet in my travels -- you probably meet, too -- who want to join up, in some way, and reclaim their faith, which they feel, as I say, has been hijacked.
We need to empower people to remember the compassionate ethos, and to give guidelines. This Charter would not be a massive document.
I'd like to see it -- to give guidelines as to how to interpret the Scriptures, these texts that are being abused. Remember what the rabbis and what Augustine said about how Scripture should be governed by the principle of charity.
Let's get back to that. And the idea, too, of Jews, Christians and Muslims -- these traditions now so often at loggerheads -- working together to create a document which we hope will be signed by a thousand, at least, of major religious leaders from all the traditions of the world.
And you are the people. I'm just a solitary scholar.
Despite the idea that I love a good time, which I was rather amazed to see coming up on me -- I actually spend a great deal of time alone, studying, and I'm not very -- you're the people with media knowledge to explain to me how we can get this to everybody, everybody on the planet. I've had some preliminary talks, and Archbishop Desmond Tutu, for example, is very happy to give his name to this, as is Imam Feisal Rauf, the Imam in New York City.
Also, I would be working with the Alliance of Civilizations at the United Nations.
I was part of that United Nations initiative called the Alliance of Civilizations, which was asked by Kofi Annan to diagnose the causes of extremism, and to give practical guidelines to member states about how to avoid the escalation of further extremism.
And the Alliance has told me that they are very happy to work with it.
The importance of this is that this is -- I can see some of you starting to look worried, because you think it's a slow and cumbersome body -- but what the United Nations can do is give us some neutrality, so that this isn't seen as a Western or a Christian initiative, but that it's coming, as it were, from the United Nations, from the world -- who would help with the sort of bureaucracy of this.
And so I do urge you to join me in making -- in this charter -- to building this charter, launching it and propagating it so that it becomes -- I'd like to see it in every college, every church, every mosque, every synagogue in the world, so that people can look at their tradition, reclaim it, and make religion a source of peace in the world, which it can and should be. Thank you very much. | {
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Tremendous sounds of destruction could be heard inside the Sea of Trees. Some trees were witnessed splitting in two. There were craters scattered around, and it looked as if meteors had somehow made their way to the floor of the area. Furthermore, some trees were burning, while some were frozen.
The sources of such devastation were naturally Yue and Shia, and it didnât seem to be letting up any time soon.
A tree over one meter thick was shot out alongside the ear-splitting yell. It broke in the middle and flew into the target at terribly high speed. Even though it was a rather simple tree, it brought chaos in its wake.
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The power of the shockwave between âScarlet Spearâ and the mid-air tree caused all the surrounding fog to disperse, and Shiaâs figure was exposed for a brief second. Immediately, a log fell from the sky like a meteor and pierced the ground with a thundering boom. Yue deftly backstepped and began chanting her magic for a counterattack.
âKh! âFire Castleâ (Yue)
Suddenly a blazing wall that could be called a rampart came out to block the incoming projectiles, and none of them made it past the heat.
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At that time, Shia had already moved behind her. After shooting the improvised shots that acted as a splendid distraction, she once again slipped into the fog. Her hand grasped the hammer that held the density of a building, and immense wind pressure started to bore down on her enemy.
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A fierce impact from the Sledge Hammer shattered the ground and scattered stones in every direction. However, Yue was able to block the terrific attack and deflected the stones with a wall of wind, then she immediately followed up by retreating to safety. Almost instantaneously, she fired another terrifying magic spell without concern of the othersâ life.
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When Shia noticed her targetâs magic, she desperately cried out for it to stop, but Yue entirely disregarded her pleas. Shia tried to get away from her location but the ice magic instantly started to freeze her feet, and resulted in her whole body turning into a chunk of ice, save for the head.
âCo- cold~, please hurry up and release it~, Yue-sa~nâ (Shia)
â... My victoryâ (Yue)
Yue and Shia were on their final day of training, having a mock battle as the final test. The rule was that it would be Shiaâs victory if she was able to damage Yue even a little. The result...
âUu~, that is~, eh, that! Yue-sanâs cheek! There is a scratch! A scratch! My attack hit! Ahaha~, I did it! Itâs my win!â (Shia)
There was definitely a scratch on Yueâs cheek. The source of origin was most likely a piece of rocky debris that broke through Yueâs defense. Even though it was a really small scratch, it still counted as a wound. It was Shiaâs victory. After pointing that out, Shiaâs face looked overjoyed by it. She revealed a big smile despite her body being encapsulated in ice and her nose was running. After all, she had made an important promise with Yue regarding this battle.
Though, for Yue, this promise was like hell. Therefore,
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It was a good thing that the wound disappeared immediately because of âAuto Regenâ. She sulkily turn her head with a âhmpfâ.
âWha-wait!? Thatâs unfair! There is certainly a scratch...... no, even though thereâs nothing there now, there certainly was! Itâs cruel to cheat! You know I won so please remove the magic already! Iâm starting to get a little... bit tired...â (Shia)
Shia was almost entirely covered in ice, so if she were to remain there and fall asleep, she would die of hypothermia. Yue watched this and sighed, releasing the magic.
âPikchi-! Pikchi! Auu, itâs co~ld. I almost closed the curtains.â
After a lovely sneeze, she covered her nose with a nearby leaf. Shia then looked at Yue with seriousness in her eyes. Yue made an unpleasant expression because of her gaze, causing her âunchangingâ face to change.
âYue-san. Iâve wonâ (Shia)
âIt is a promise, right?â (Shia)
âIf... I can win at least once in the ten days...... Iâll be taken along on Hajime-san and Yue-sanâs travels, right?â (Shia)
âAt the very least, youâll help to convince Hajime-san, right?â (Shia)
â......... Do you remember what todayâs breakfast was?â (Yue)
âWaiiit! Whatâs with that sudden change of topic! Moreover, it was a light breakfast! Yue-san, arenât you okay as long as youâve got Hajime there? Please be my ally already! If I have Yue-san as an ally, itâs already % success!â (Shia)
As Shia said, Yue had promised her. Specifically, Yue said to Shia, that if she were able to wound Yue at all, she would assist Shia in getting Hajime to let her join their group.
Shia seriously wanted to come along with Hajime and Yue. Half of it was because she didnât want to become a burden to her family, while the other half was simply because she wanted to be together with Hajime and Yue.
However, her wish had been coldly rejected. Even now, Yue and Hajime still stood by that decision. When this happened, she was reminded of the promise from before. At that time, what Shia thought of was the promise from before.
In Shiaâs eyes, Hajime pampered Yue by fulfilling her expectations. Additionally, she understood Yueâs feelings toward Hajime, because she replicated them. Yue also knew what Shiaâs feelings were, thus it was vital for her to get this promise out of Yue.
Itâs not like Shia wanted to take Hajime from Yue, she just wanted to have companions who cared about her. Having a lover and a rival was what she wanted from the bottom of her heart.
On the other hand, Yue had no reason to promise Shia anything, since there was nothing in it for her. A small part of it was out of pity for Shia, because she had been in a similar situation to Yue, so a bit of a soft spot had developed.
As a result, the battle was won by Shia.
â...... haa. I understand. Iâll defend the promise...â (Yue)
âReally!? As expected, the~re is no need to stop~! Please defend it well!â (Shia)
âSomehow, I think there was a strange pause... Will you really take care of it?â (Shia)
Though reluctant, Yue admitted Shiaâs victory. Shia was a little uneasy about Yueâs hesitant answer, but left it behind and continued indulging in her happiness, believing that Yue would keep her promises like Hajime.
Slowly, the training of the Haulia tribe came to an end. The gloomy Yue and cheerful Shia were returning to Hajime and the others.
When Yue and Shia arrived at the place Hajime was at, he had his eyes closed, and arms crossed while leaning on the nearby tree.
Maybe he noticed the twoâs presence, because Hajime slowly opened his eyes and turned to them. Noticing that their moods were complete opposites, he waved and called out to them.
âYo, both of you. Did the match end?â (Hajime)
Hajime had heard there was a bet between the two for the match. He was also the one who prepared Shiaâs ultradense Sledgehammer at her request, as Yue didnât object to it for the battle, and he didnât imagine it being a hinderance to her. Although he didnât know the contents of the bet, they wouldnât tell him.
Hajime guessed that if Yue and Shia fought times, to of those cases would end up with Yueâs victory. He already understood Yueâs ability in the Abyss. It didnât matter if Shia was able to directly use magic, her lifestyle was drastically different from theirs.
However, from their expressions, Hajime was internally surprised that his expectations were overthrown. Shia cheerfully talked to Hajime.
âHajime-san! Hajime-san! Please hear me out! I, was finally able to win against Yue! Itâs a big victory! Well~, I want to show it to Hajime-san~, my magnificent fight! The time when Yue-san admitted def-
Shia tried to explain how their match settled with gestures, but she got too into it, then came Yueâs slap which caused her to be thrown into the ground with a âthudâ. It was so strong that she could only twitch without any signs of getting up.
Yue turned around with a âhmpfâ in a bad mood, and Hajimeâs curiosity peaked.
âWell? What happened?â (Hajime)
Rather than the matchâs result, Hajime was asking about the content. The fact that Yue had been defeated wasnât something he could believe very easily. No matter who looked at Yue and Shia, without knowing what had happened, they would only think that it was a lie.
Yue exuded the aura that she didnât want to talk about it, but also didnât want to hide it. She finally decided to tell him.
â...... Her magic aptitude is steady, like Hajimeâs.â (Yue)
âThatâs good, or else the hammer would be wasted on her... then? Thatâs not all, right? To be pestered by a Sledgehammer of that level...â (Hajime)
â...nn, she specializes in body strengthening. Honestly, it was at the level of a monsterâ (Yue)
â...Hohou. Is it comparable to us?â (Hajime)
Hajime narrowed his eyes at Yueâs evaluation. Honestly, the high evaluation had caught him off guard. Strangely, her constantly expressionless face was slowly warping into being flat and bitter while she talked about it. Yue was thinking of how to answer Hajimeâs question, and then she replied while looking into his eyes.
âSeriously... is that the maximum?â (Hajime)
âNn... but thereâs most likely room for improvement.â (Yue)
âOoo. Thatâs certainly at the level of a monster.â (Hajime)
Hajime was secretly surprised at having heard Yue talk about Shiaâs monster-like power, and then he looked at Shia without saying anything. If it was true that she was at around 60% of Hajime stats without any strengthening, Shiaâs strengthened status should be around 6000. It was around twice as much as a completely strengthened hero. Truly a power worthy of being considered âmonster levelâ. She even had the possibility of reaching Yue. It was really something unimaginable due to her usual crying and child-like attitude.
Shia noticed Hajimeâs half-astonished half-amazed gaze. She cheerfully stood up, then walked up to Hajime with a serious expression while desperately controlling her scrambled mind. Straightening her posture, her gray-blue hair was fluttering and her rabbit ears stood up straight. She was going to tell Hajime her wishes, which could also qualify as her confession. She was trembling from her nervousness, even though her eyes bore an unyielding gaze and her face was serious, until she finally came before Hajime.
âHajime-san. I want you to take me along on your travels. Please!â (Shia)
âI refuse.â (Hajime)
âAn immediate answer!?â (Shia)
âHo- how cruel, Hajime-san. Even though I was seriously asking that, to so easily reject me...â (Shia)
âWell, I donât want to know even if you said it. First of all, what about Kam and the others? Let me guess, you want to take them along too right? (Hajime)
âTh- thatâs wrong! Those were my own wishes just now! I already talked to father and the others. Even though itâs not like they think I was a burden... thatâs...â (Shia)
âWell? What is it?â (Hajime)
On the side, Yue was watching Shia with an irritated expression.
âThatâs... I, I just wanted to follow...â (Shia)
âHaa? What are you trying to follow? Right now, you wonât be a burden to your tribe, right? If you have that power, then nobody should be able to stand up to you.â (Hajime)
Shia attempted being more bashful, but this had the opposite effect, as Hajime pulled out Donner in response. It wasnât known whether she noticed that or not, but Shia yelled âWomanâs courage!â in her mind then voiced out her desire.
âI want to stay beside Hajime-san! I love you!â (Shia)
â...... Ha?â (Hajime)
While Shia was planning her next move, Hajime was still stunned from her words. However, after a while, as if the words finally transmitted into his brain, he instinctively retorted back;
âNo no no, what are you saying? Where the hell did I raise the flag? Even though I canât say for myself, I thought I treated you harshly... donât tell me, did you get off from that? Are you masochist?â (Hajime)
Shia never thought he would think of her like that and started to back away from Hajime with regret. Shia regained her composure and quickly refuted him.
âWhoâs the masochist! I donât have that kind of hobby! Rather, if you knew I was being treated harshly, why didnât you act kinder...â (Shia)
âWell, Iâve got no reason to be nice to you... First of all, are you seriously in love with me? You arenât just tempted by the circumstances?â (Hajime)
Hajime refused to believe her since he thought it was a suspension bridge effect. It wasnât a surprise because everyone could see Hajimeâs attitude toward Shia was harsh in every aspect. However, Shia had her feelings doubted was very ill-humored.
âMy feelings arenât related to our situation at all. Even though I was happy when you kept true to your promise, I already had feelings for you at the time. Even when I think about it, I wondered why does it have to be Hajime? Hajime-san is like a demon. You always throw yourself into trouble, never show mercy, only answer when needed, and donât even call me by my name. You only show favorability towards Yue-san and it hurts. It really made me question my love.â (Shia)
While speaking, Shia began to doubt her own feelings. Shia looked up to see Hajime shaking with narrowed eyes.
âA-anyway. I canât let you come along no matter what you feel.â (Hajime)
âWas that a joke just now? I really do love you, so please take me along!â (Shia)
âYou know, your feelings are... well, even if they happen to be real, donât you understand that I already have Yue? Rather, to be able to confess in front of her... I thought about it a while ago, but your number one weapon isnât body strengthening, but your heart being made entirely of Azanthium, right?â (Hajime)
âWhoâs the one with a heart made from the hardest ore! Uu~, I understand. Everything about Hajime-san. It was as expected.â (Shia)
âNow, I thought this might happen! I gained an ally while risking my life! Yue-sensei! Please help me!â (Shia)
âHa? Yue?â (Hajime)
Hajime blinked his eyes having heard the unexpected name. Shia had a smug expression of triumph for a moment before looking at Yue to her side.
â.................. Hajime, letâs take her along.â (Yue)
Hajime roughly understood the circumstance between Shia and Yue, and his anger turned into amazement. Shia thought that, for Hajime to hear out her wish, her power alone wasnât enough. Once again, she remembered how Hajime took Yueâs words as a priority in decision making. Therefore, she needed a method to make Yue her ally. It was without a doubt a deadly method, but without taking the chance it would be impossible for her to accompany them. In those ten days, she was quite literally dying to find out Yueâs habits in combat. Shia was desperately trying to grasp the thread of hope.
Hajime was scratching his head. Even when he saw how Yue was reluctantly admitting her, there was still no reason for him to take Shia along. In the end, it was a matter of Hajimeâs feelings.
Yue looked at Shia and silently told her that it couldnât be helped. It was because in these ten days, she, more than anyone else, had watched how hard Shia worked and how she destroyed the trouble that imposed her, so Yue approved of her being a travel companion. In the beginning, she never felt hatred toward Shia or her feelings toward Hajime.
On the other side, Shia started to feel uneasy but she steeled herself. Shia already tried everything she could, so she could only wait for her fate to play out.
Hajime inhaled and exhaled deeply once and looked straight into Shiaâs eyes, then he spun the words of confirmation one by one. Shia quietly regained her power when she heard his words.
âIf you want to go with us, shouldnât you already know the answer?â (Hajime)
âI already told you, the future I see isnât absolute.â (Shia)
Shia said that because the future was always subject to change depending on the actions she took.
âItâs a journey full of danger.â (Hajime)
âThen Iâm glad I am a monster. Thanks to that I can go with you.â (Shia)
She now took pride in the term the elders once used to shame her. After all, she experienced things that she wouldnât be capable of unless she was a monster.
âMy wish is to get back to my home planet. Youâll likely never meet your family again, you know?â (Hajme)
âIâve already discussed that with my tribe, they understand.â (Shia)
They were the family that had always protected her until now. Shia didnât have a way of expressing her gratitude. As a family that was always together no matter the situation, when she told them what she wanted to do, they were sad but understood her wishes.
âMy hometown isnât a place you can easily fit in you know.â (Hajime)
âIâll say it no matter what. Iâm going.â (Shia)
Shia had voiced her wishes and feelings. At this point, nothing could stop her from going along.
âFufu, is that the end? Then, itâs my victory, right?â (Shia)
âWhat victory...â (Hajime)
âMy feelings have won the battle, Hajime-san.â (Shia)
â... What the hell.â (Hajime)
Once more, Shia Haulia stated her wish.
â...... Please take me with you.â (Shia)
Hajime and Shia looked at each other. Hajime looked into her azure eyes to confirm her intentions.
Then......
â... Haa~ do whatever you like. Curious one.â (Hajime)
Maybe he saw something in her eyes, because Hajime let out a sigh and gave up.
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Hajime aimed straight for the Ankaji (Ancadi) dukedom with the help of the magical powered four-wheeler while great heaps of dust rose from behind. Their original destination was the Sea of Trees, but they changed directions because they thought they might be able to repair the oasis if Koari used her reproduction magic.
The reproduction magic has the effect of literally returning anything back to its original form. So Hajime judged that he should be able to restore the polluted oasis, succeeding with reproduction where recovery magicâs purification failed.
Hajime had no reason to particularly object. They hadnât had a chance to try the local specialty fruits last time, so he easily took Kaoriâs suggestion to return.
Unlike last time, the entrance to Ankaji was full of people waiting in line. A lot of big wagons lined up, and judging from the atmosphere, it felt like a line of merchants.
âThatâs a very large caravan.â Hajime stated flatly.
â.... Nn... will take time.â Yue added.
âTheyâre probably bringing in new supplies?â Kaori suggested.
Kaoriâs guess seemed to be right. The reason behind the long line was from relief request from the Heilig Kingdom. Merchants were taking advantage of the troopâs movement and traveled with the relief corps. The Heilig relief corps seemed to accept the Ankaji merchants as long as they didnât cause problems.
Anyway, because the oasis had been ruined, other than the stockpiled crops, it was necessary to destroy the tainted crops for safety reasons. This caused a large need for food as well as water. Ankaji couldnât afford to be choosy who they got help from.
Hajime disregarded the caravan. Not wanting to wait under the desert heat, he drove the four wheeler up to the gate without waiting in line.
People of the caravan began to notice the black object and started to run, their hearts likely screaming out âIs that a demon theyâre sitting in?â Towards the dangerous stares mixed with fear and wariness, Hajime brandished his weapon as the vehicle approached the gatekeeper in a cloud of dust.
As they drew near, the soldiers saw the wheeler and suddenly became noisy. They moved to challenge Hajime, but colleagues who recognized the wheeler convinced them to approach without their weapons. As they approach Hajime, they dispatch a messenger to run back to the city.
Hajime and his company left the wheeler while ignoring the chaos their presence caused. As always, several people are enchanted by Yueâs good looks. As Hajime placed the wheeler back into his treasure warehouse, their eyes turned to wonder.
âItâs like that. Has the God of the Apostles returned?â the gatekeeper asks as he watches the figure of Kaori.
The soldiers were relieved to see Kaori. Perhaps they recognized her from the time they had brought Randzi back or when they went to recover the serene stones from the Guryuu-en Great Volcano.
It appears like the wheeler had become known as Kaoriâs transport, and they named her the âGod of the Apostlesâ. Hajime didnât feel the need to correct them as they were not exactly wrong. Since they recognized Kaori the best, they put her out in front.
âYes, we returned to try to purify the Oasis. Please pass this on to the lords...â Kaori began.
âOasis! Is it true?â The gatekeeper responded.
âIâm only saying itâs possible...â
âNevertheless, if itâs an apostle... and we apologize for the impoliteness in such a place. Weâve already sent a messenger. I cannot leave my post, but a lord should be coming immediately to escort you if youâd like to come to our waiting area.â
It seems theyâve gained recognition for previously rescuing the country. Hajime can see the respect in the eyes of the soldiers as they gaze at him. They were getting the VIP treatment. While cautiously watching the merchants that gave him curious looks, Hajime once again set foot into the Ankaji Dukedom.
The lord Randzi ran up breathlessly after about minutes of waiting. It was pretty quick arrival. At least to Randzi, it looked like they were important.
âItâs been a while. Iâm glad youâre all safe. I was worried when you did not come back after entrusting the serene stones to Tio-dono. It would have been troublesome if our savior had died before we could express our gratitude.â
âIâm just a mere adventurer. But well, I thank you. As you can see, your relief is safely received.â
âOh, and we finished stockpiling the food with the assistance we received. Along with the reservoir that Yue made, youâve bought us sufficient time. The people wonât go hungry thanks to you and the merchants.â
Randzi gently laughed with slightly hollow cheeks. It seemed he had been run ragged to save Ankaji. The fatigue seemed to ooze out in his expressions. He wasnât getting enough time to rest.
âLord. As for the purification of the oasis...â Kaori began.
âApostle-dono... No, Kaori-dono. The Oasis is as usual. Thanks to the fresh groundwater, the purification is proceeding little by little. At least half a year and the oasis should be completely purified. One year before it soaks into the nearby soil and purifies it so that we can plant again.â Randzi responds a little depressed.
Kaori explains that she might be able to immediately purify it. Randziâs response is dramatic. Taking a moment for it to sink in, âSeriously!?â Randzi spits out feverishly. Kaori shyly nods in verification while moving to hide behind Hajime, taken aback by his exuberance. The distraught Randzi corrects himself, then asks for the purification politely.
Since that was their intention anyway, Hajime nodded and Randzi led them to the oasis. The oasis is not very popular right now. In the past, it was a crowded place where people relaxed. Randzi was expressionless, but gave off a lonely atmosphere as he remembered the former oasis.
Kaori moves up to the shore of the oasis and begins to cast reproduction magic.
Although Hajime had obtained the reproduction magic, as usual his aptitude for it was virtually nothing. However, in the case of Shea, it seems there is an automatic recovery effect, but it had to be activated consciously. Also, her physical and mental strength seem to recover far faster. Steadily, Shea is becoming even more superhuman. Along with her proficiency levels, body weight manipulation, and body strengthening, she has come to be like a heavy tank with automatic recovery installed.
The one with the most aptitude was Kaori, followed by Teo, and finally Yue. In the case of Yue, as usual, as a consequence of her own special auto-regeneration, this magic seems to have a poor recovery in comparison. On the other hand, for the healing Kaori, her high aptitude for recovery magic seems to lead to her having a strong grasp on âreproductionâ, allowing her to use it more comprehensively and efficiently than anyone else. Itâs a bit sad that Yue wonât be able to use it to improve her combat prowess.
Kaoriâs begins to chant. Itâs a long cast. It initially took her minutes but after practicing she was able to bring it down to 3. Since it only took her a week to learn it, it was practically a cheat. However, since Yue was present it was hard to truly call her a cheat in comparison. Compared to Yueâs abilities, this seemed easy.
ââ-Stopping elephantâ she extends a white staff while closing her eyes and murmuring the final words.
In the next moment, a pale light resembling a firefly appeared, and then fell into the middle of the oasis. The entire oasis started to shine, and pale light particles began to bubble up to the surface and float into the sky. It was a majestic scene that touched the heart. It truly felt like the corruption was being purged by heavenly light.
Everyone forgot to breathe as they admired the sight. Even after the mysterious glow covering the oasis floated away into the sky, Randzi stood without a word, immersing himself in the afterglow.
While supporting Kaori who was swaying a little from exhaustion, Hajime taps Randzi. Randzi snaps out of it and orders his men to survey the water quality. His subordinates hurry to examine the oasis with detection magic. After making a hard swallow, Randzi watches over his men, whom upon finishing their inspection report their results with expressions of disbelief.
â.... Itâs recovered.â A subordinate mutters.
The subordinate adds words of confirmation and Randzi sucks in his breath, now knowing the truth.
âNo abnormalities in the oasis! It is the original oasis! It has been completely cleaned!â
At that moment, Randzi and his subordinates cheered in unision. They threw whatever documents they had and abandoned whatever they were holding as they hugged each other and slapped their backs, expressing their joy. Randzi also looked up at the heavens, exhaling deeply and wondering if this was a bit too easy.
âAfter that, soil regeneration. Lord, where were the crops you discarded?â
â... Well, it is all collected in one place. Because of all the time and labor, it was regrettable that we had to toss them... wait, you donât mean...?â
âIf Yue and Tio join, it should be possible...â
â.... Nn, no problem.â
âThey were grown with effort, itâd be a shame to throw them away.â Hajime added.
As Randzi realized they might be able to not only recover the soil, but the lost crops as well, his hand went to his chest and he lowered his head deeply without hesitation. It was not something a lord should do, but that was the extent of his appreciation for their actions. The love for them was deep in this country. It was the kind of thing that transforms your sense of appreciation.
After receiving Randziâs bow, Hajime tried to move them towards the farmland. However, he suddenly stopped when he felt a disturbance. A frenzied group of people were approaching in the distance. The soldiers of the Anjaki Dukedom were coming towards them in a straight line with numerous soldiers of different attires. Using âfar visionâ, Hajime could see that the group was populated with Seikyo church officials and temple knights from this town.
As soon as they approached Hajimeâs group, they immediately surrounded them in a semicircular shape. An elderly man in white regal robes of the temple knights stepped forward. The dangerous atmosphere between the man and Hajime was only divided by the presence of Randzi.
âSee them, they are dangerous.â
âForibin Bishop, what the hell is this? They are dangerous? This hero has saved out dukedom twice already. I will not ignore disrespect to them as a lord of Ankaji.â
âThe elderly man who was called Forbin Bishop snorted a laugh at Randziâs words.
âHmph, hero? Hold your tongue. They are already accredited heretics. Careless words will come crashing down around you!â the Bishop snarled.
âTheyâre branded heretics? Ridiculous, I have not heard of this.â
Randzi was shocked at the word heretic being attached to Hajime. Randzi was a follower of the church though. He was aware of the weight of those words. Did they make a mistake? He met the Bishop with disbelief.
âOf course you wouldnât know, the news just arrived this morning. And the heretic showing up right now, donât you think thatâs exquisite timing? Surely this was a message from God. Destroy the enemies of God... now on to Center...â
Hajime couldnât hear the voices of the last lines, but apparently Hajime has been branded a heretic. Randzi and the Bishop eye him unintentionally.
Hajime seems neither shocked nor in any particular hurry, only offering a shrug as if to ask âWhat was I supposed to do?â to Randzi.
Randzi wrinkled his eyebrows after seeing Hajimeâs response. However, the bishop opens his mouth and openly laughs.
âAnd now, I have to subdue the enemies of God. They say this man is quite brutal, but I have a hundred temple knights behind me. Come with us quietly so we donât upset the public peace, and we wonât make things more difficult for you.
Randzi closes his eyes. Without any more information, he could guess why Hajime was branded a heretic considering his power and his personality. Hajime was a force the church couldnât manage and thus couldnât allow.
However, given the strength of Hajimeâs companions, stopping them was a decision equal to suicide. Randzi doubted the sanity of picking a war with Hajime. He was wondering if they had their priorities straight.
It is a fact that Hajime saved Ankaji. He healed the people who were fallen by poison, prepared the water that was their lifeline, subdued the monster lurking in the oasis, and further purified the oasis back to how it was before.
To this huge debt, it was troubling considering what they could provide as an award. Randziâs eyes grew wide at the realization that an opportunity just presented itself. And, with a serving lordâs dignity, Randzi broke the silence and provided the impatient Bishop an answer.
âRejected.â
â... Iâm sorry, what?â
To the totally unexpected words, the Forubin bishop provided an interesting goofy expression. The appearance of the bishop, inwardly, put a wry smile on Randzi. It should have been impossible for Randzi to go against the decision of the Seikyo church. Randzi repeated the words with unexpected determination.
âI said I refuse. These heros are our national salvation. If you would make them an enemy, then I cannot forgive the Seikyo church.â
âAre... you... insane? You cannot go against the church. Do you want to be branded as a heretic as well?â
In response to Randziâs words, the bishop raised a startled cry clogged with anger. The temple knights also looked at each other with puzzled looks.
âBishop, does Central not know their accomplishments? He saved the dukedom when we were attacked by a deadly poison. Your reports should also mention that he rescued Ur town, donât they? I donât understand the sanity of this heretic claim. Reconsider the heresy on account of these new facts.â
âSilence! The decision is final! This is Godâs will! That is unforgivable. If you continue to protect this heretic, then Ankaji itself will be branded. Take heed!â
The bishopâs pupils had the light of mania in them. The way he was screaming gave an atmosphere that did not seem very clergy-like. Randzi stared at him with a cold eye. Hajime had come up beside him with an imperceptible motion and asked with a surprised look.
âAre you sure about this? Both the Kingdom and the Church are going to retaliate. As a lord, will you be alright?â
Randzi does not answer Hajime. Instead, he turns Hajimeâs gaze to the surrounding men, who gave off an aura of preparedness and acceptance. Their eyes shown with death as if saying âto die killing is the way to go.â It was that kind of expression.
The bishop also seemed to read the change in mood and shouts out a last warning while his face reddened and became more frenzied.
âIs this your answer? Public, your way ends here. Well, your way is not. This is the end for anyone who gets in my way. Youâll receive Godâs divine punishment and fall to ruin!â
âThis is Ankaji, weâre not so shameless as to sell a hero who saved us. Divine? Like Iâd believe Godâs judgement would be so shameless. I guess my faith differs from the Bishopâs God.â
The Bishopâs word became expressionless afer the angry words from Randzi. He raised one hand to try to send a signal for the Temple Knights to attack.
At this time, there was a thump! Something flew at the knights and struck one of their helmets with a clang. At their feet was a pebble. It didnât do any damage to the Knight, but why was it there? Such questions were fleeting as another stone was thrown, bumping noisily against the temple knightâs armor.
If you looked where the stoneâs came from, many of the inhabitants of Ankaji had gathered in the intervening time, surrounding the Templar knights.
They had come in response to the mysterious lights that had previously come from the Oasis and came upon the scene of the temple knights surrounding their lord and Hajime.
They remembered the treatments they had the received from Kaori as âGod of the Apostleâ, the serene stones, and the magic bullet challenging the labyrinth to save them. They were indignant at the behavior of the church which turned into hostility as they began to throw stones.
âStop! People of Ankaji! They are Godâs enemy. Heretics! You are going against the will of God!â
Forubin is shouting loudly, trying to solve the excited inhabitantâs misunderstanding. They just didnât know that Hajime was labeled a heretic and will relax once the bishop explains things to them, or so the bishop thought.
In fact, the words of Seikyo church bishop caused the inhabitants to stop throwing stones and look at each other in confusion.
This time, Randzi spoke out with dignity.
âMy beloved people, Listen! I was just informed that the oasis was purified. Our oasis has been returned to us through Hajimeâs efforts. As well as the contaminated land. And the crops. They used their purification to return our Ankaji back to the way it way. They also brought me back to Ankaji. Make your decision with your own mind. Keep our hero of national salvation, or turn on him. I decided to keep him!â
The Bishop tried to mock Randziâs speech, âin such empty words, there is no reason to go against the majesty of the church,â however, his smile of ridicule slowly dropped.
The inhabitantâs intention is shown in the form of stoning.
âThe church did not do anything. Yet your insanity makes you want to harm the apostle who helped us!â
âWhatâs a heretic anyway? Youâre abusing the term!â
âIt must have been heretics that authorized this!â
âDefend Kaori!â
âLong live the lord!â
âKaori, I dedicate myself to you!â
âLetâs start a Kaori fan club!â
Apparently, the inhabitants seemed to have a sense of deep love and respect for Rindzi and Kaori. Pushing aside the faith, they defended Rindzi and Kaori with all of their spirit. No, itâs more like they changed their faith itself. However, it seems like they have a faith of their own, belief that no one will harm Kaori who saved them as the âGod of the Apostlesâ. In short, it was a faith that exceeded the confidence of the bishop. It wasnât known where that trust was to begin with.
Residents gathered one after another. The peopleâs forces are not at all inferior to the Temple Knights, but the bishop became a beacon of anger and hostility that raged endlessly. The Temple Knights started to back up in retreat.
âBishop-dono, these are the intentions of Ankaji. What of your previous allegations?â
âItâs not as simple as you think...â
The Bishop turned his heel while grinding his teeth, a scowl leveled at Hajime. The knights rapidly move to follow after him. The bishop seemed to lose steam, giving off the last of his passion with loud footsteps as he headed back to the church.
âIs this really okay? Will they leave it at this?â
Hajime had a concerned look, having been left out of the loop until the end. Kaoriâs direct involvement with the crisis with the church left a worried look on her face.
Despite this, Randzi replied with a cool look like it was no big deal.
âThis is the choice of Ankaji. The people who live in this dukedom are grateful to you. Itâs unthinkable to have you die in our territory that is why they would have killed to protect you. I donât want such a coup in this country.â
âThat aside, I wouldnât be hurt by someone of their level...â Hajime responded scratching his cheek.
Randzi laughed at his words.
âIf thatâs so, then that means you guys are scarier than the church. Being the nationâs hero is only half the reason we protected you. We also donât want to become your enemies. I canât even imagine the amount of magic you possess to slaughter an unknown monster in a breeze and capture a large labyrinth in just a few days. You ignore the church and donât respond to the threat of a hundred knights either. Youâve defeated an army of ten thousand and there are even rumors you defeated a demon instantly. No, itâs downright scary. There will be a time when I succeed after my father passes, but Iâll take pride in having made a wise decision between the two.â
So Randzi had no intention of catering to the churchâs hostility towards Hajime. He put the church and Hajime on a scale of who was a stronger ally and chose the latter. Indeed, it could be said the country itself would act against the majesty of the church. To say this was a bold decision would not be an exaggeration.
Hajime smiled at the thought that his confrontation with the church was thwarted by the people themselves. As the people moved around them in a fluster with care for their safety, Kaori laughed happily. Hajime realized this was the path Aiko had hoped for him, one that was not a âlonely way of life.â
Three days after the turmoil from the church.
Hajimeâs party had finished purifying the agricultural areas, and he was watching the oasis shine from a hilltop.
Hajime could see the sparkling surface of the water. People had gathered around the oasis once again with liveliness and smiles. Couples sat in the grass watching the kids frolic in the water. There were people pier fishing, and lovers in their own little worlds on boats. People had returned to the oasis, and they all had smiles.
This is how Hajime passed this day in Ankaji. He had intended to leave as soon as he had bought some of the specialty fruit, but he had been kept there by the lord and the inhabitantsâ generosity and ended up staying a few extra days.
Hajime worried that with the current mood in the city, their departure from Akanji would be met with a parade. He had to make a request to Randzi to keep things modest. They were able to finish their send-off at the lordâs mansion, and finally Hajime made it to the gates, taking one last look at the oasis before they left.
âYou stand out, perhaps you can wear something a little less conspicuous.â
Hajime mentions to Yue nearby as he turns to leave.
âIt does...? Tired of?â
âWhat? Is that so? Hajime-kun.â
âWell, Yue, Kaori. From my view, you guys just stand out.â
âWell, I â itâs because this dress is not to pass through the gates...â
Shea had said these outfits where part of the so-called belly dance costume. Their navels were visible between a high top and short pants. It was very sensational, their tiny navels dazzling. It guaranteed that every eye would be on the one wearing it.
It seems like a common way of dressing in Ankaji. When Yue received the gift from a lady of the manor, she immediately began wearing it to show off. Upon seeing Yue in it, Hajimeâs eyes became like a wild beasts. Apparently, Hajime seems to be weak to that kind of costume. His eyes were glued to Kaori once she started wearing it, prompting Shea and Tio to do the same.
Other than with Yue, they didnât elicit enough response from Hajime. As a result, they started wearing the outfits all day. However, Yueâs outfit collapsed all reason in Hajime.
Even now as the set out, everyone remains in their erotic costumes. Finally, Hajime had reached his wits end and started to poke the point loudly and aggressively, despite being somewhat happy, to make them dress normal once again.
Itâs been two days since leaving Ankaji.
They were on the road leading to Horuado. Hajimeâs four wheeler steadily approached a caravan that was being attacked by Rashiki thieves.
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ãReally? Hmm, I guess itâs on me, then?ã
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ãThatâs a big fat lieââ Even though you forcefully created your own exit.ã
ãSheâs right......You even saved me on the way.ã
ãItâs better if we all pass, you see. You donât want to redo the test, right?ã
ãYeah, letâs. Iâd hate to go through the same thing twice.ã
The three of them held a little meeting in a hushed voice.
ãPrincipal. Can we take this as we passed the test?ã
ãHmm......You three came out from a door, so I have to lean to that. Well then, Miss Inglis, Miss Leone, and Miss Liselotte, you three have passed! You did great.ã
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ãMilady! Well done!ã
ãWell, it wasnât anything hard.ã
ãHowever, are you alright getting out with that woman?ã
ãShe may plan something against you, Milady.ã
Out blurted those words as their eyes glanced at Leone.
They seemed to be wary of her for being Leonâs little sister.
ãStop it, you two. Itâs fine that youâre concerned about my safety, but there is no point to harp on her.ã
ãIf thatâs what you wished, Milady.ã
The two seemed shocked by Liselotteâs change of heart, but they nodded anyway.
ãNow, shall we take a rest? Iâm quite worn out. We shall spectate for the rest of the day.ã
Said Liselotte as she went down from the stone ring.
ãI will prepare something to sit on in a minute!ã
ãLet me get you a drink.ã
The two attendants gallantly took care of her needs.
With a plop, Inglis put her hand on Leone, who watched Liselotteâs group off.
ãIt must have been hard, but perhaps she finally understands you, Leone.ã
ãYeah....... I hope so; I guess. Rather than that, thank you for saving me. You were so cool back then, Inglis. You made my heart throb. Isnât it weird? Even though youâre a girl.ã
ãHahaha. Well, âcoolâ is a compliment.ã
At the end of the day, Inglis was a man inside, so that part of her leaked out.
She didnât know for sure, but she didnât feel bad about it.
ãI wonder how Rani is doingââã
Inglisâ eyes darted around, looking for Rafinha.
But there was no sign of her.
Instead, Inglis found Lahti and Pullum outside of the ring.
ãDid she pass?ã
ãNah, she outright got disqualified. They drop you from a hole that tore the space if you failed.ã
ãIs that so?ã
ãUuu......Even though I shouldnât lose.....ã
Said the dejected Pullum.
ãYouâre such a klutz, you know. Even if you have a High Grade Rune, you canât fight by yourself, right? Well, that canât be helped. Cheer up.ã
ãCall me Iâm cute, then Iâll cheer up.ã
ãHaah!? You idiot, I canât say something like that so wishy-washy......!ã
ãBut you said that to Inglis!ã
ã......Theyâre still at it.ã
Inglis thought it wouldâve been better if Lahti just said it and be done with it, but she got where he came from.
It was just how the heart of a boy worked. Boys couldnât be honest with the girls they liked.
Lahti didnât hold any of such feelings for Inglis, so it was easy for him to compliment her.
Things like this could only be solved with time.
ãAt any rate, it seems like Rani isnât done yet.ã
ãIt seems so. Letâs wait for her.ã
However, just waiting would be boring.
Free time like this was precisely there to be used for some kind of trainingââand that gave Inglis an idea.
ãPrincipal, may I?ã
ãWhatâs the matter, Miss Inglis?ã
ãWhile I wait for Rani, I wish to train under the heavy gravity pull like the one back then. May I please?ã
ãEh? That? Well, you can, butâânow?ã
ãYes! Please, and make it as heavy as possible!ã
ãWell, we have a promise, so Iâm fine with it. Alright, I will apply the gravity field on the other half of the ring. Anyone who doesnât want to get hit please move away. For this timeâs exercise, you may use Artifacts, so feel free to do so.ã
Principal Miliera called out to the other students.
ãIâm joining, okay? Trainings are important.ã
ãSo am I. I wonât lose to the both of you.ã
ãMilady! Me too!ã
ãWe shall accompany.ã
ãM-, me too!!ã
ãStop it, Pullum.....! Aah, sheesh, Iâm going too thenââã
Leone and the others seemed to be willing to join in.
ãHere we go, thenââthe current maximum power output!ã
DDOONNNNN!!!
The load on her body far surpassed Inglisâ imagination.
ãGhh......!?!? T-, this is incredible......!ã
In Inglisâ case, she already had her own gravity pull she put on her own.
The effect of the two pulls synchronizing with each other made the saying âheavy as a leadâ obsolete, as the effect Inglis had felt far surpassed that.
If she didnât handle herself well, her body might as well crush under its own weight.
Although, she stopped it by kneelingââ
That being said, the movement pattern of mana in this technique. Letâs make sure to remember how to increase the pull. If I could recreate it, I could train myself even better.
ãGUEEEeeehhh......!? Canât stand, canât move, Iâm dead......!!!!ã
Lahti fell flat on the floor, the whites of his eyes showed up.
ãLahti! Ah......Kyan!?ã
Pullum stumbled and fell on his backside.
ãGyOoeeeeee......ã
That sounds like it hurts a lotââ
ãI-, I canât move.......!ã
ãAre you alright, Milady......?ã
Van and Ray were completely sinking into the floor.
ãUuuuh......What a heavy pullââã
While their knees were glued to the ground, Liselotte and Leone were trying to stand up.
However, not a single soul in the gravity field could move.
At any rate, Lahti is in danger, so I probably should get him outside.
Inglis cut off the load she put on herself.
Now that she was only loaded with the one applied by the Principalâs Artifact, it was easier for her to move.
ãHaat!ã
To test the water, Inglis jumped. Her body properly leaped into the air.
With a somersault, Inglis landed with a heavy thud.
ãããEEEeeeEEEHHH!?!?!?ããã
Leone and anyone else who saw her did so exclaimed in astonishment.
They experienced it firsthand that the weight on their body would never allow them to do so.
ãEasy does it......! Are you holding fine?ã
Inglis approached Lahti and picked him up, then carried him out of the high gravity field.
ãHahaha...... Iâm such a damn loser, getting princess-carried by the princess.ã
ãItâs fine. Just so you know, the ride from now on sports gender equality.ã
She then carried Van, Ray, and then Pullum, who seemed to be unable to move out of the field as well.
ãPhew. Doing such a menial task is quite the labor when itâs done in this gravity pull, isnât it?ã
Inglis wiped the few sweats she had on her forehead.
Leone and Liselotte were speechless when they watched her.
ãI-, I canât believe it....... moving around so lightly in such a high gravity pull......ã
ãNot to mention that she is just a Squire without a Rune...... itâs as if common sense doesnât work on her.ã
Principal Miliera was just as wide-eyed.
ãYou really are amazing......Itâs the first time I see someone moving around under this weight.ã
ãThank you very much. Should I bring you two outside too?ã
ãItâs okay. Iâll work my best......!ã
ãI hold no intention to loseââ!ã
The two gritted their teeth and began moving around.
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Principal Miliera was delighted when she saw Leone and Liselotteâs willpower fired up.
And, at that moment, a door appeared right in the middle of them out of nowhere.
The one who walked out of that door was Rafinha.
ãEh? Iâm out......uugyaaauuuh!? Wai......whatâs happeningg!?!?!?!?ã
ãAh, Rani. Welcome back. Iâm glad that you look fine.ã
You pass if you walked out from a door, so she must be qualified.
Although, it was unfortunate that her exit was in the middle of a High Gravity Pull field.
ãIâm not fine! Itâs heavyyyyyyy!!!! Glis, save meeee!!!ã
ãYes, yes. On my way.ã
ãYou canât, Rafinha! Stand up with your own strength!ã
ãYou shouldnât rely on others!ã
ãTheyâre right, Miss Rafinha. Fighto!ã
ãEeeeEEEh!? Even you too, Principal!? What IS happening.......!?!?!?ã
Rafinha who just came out from the trial seemed very unhappy with how she was treated.
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âHey hey. There is no point in escaping, you know.â
âThatâs right. All we want is to share our stuff with you.â
In pursuit of the girl were men wearing hats and tails of a canine animal on their waists.
These men were smirking viciously as they slowly chased the fleeing female so as to satiate their own sense of sadistic desires.
âAh... ah...!â
The girl frantically ran away.
But eventually, the girl soon found herself trapped in a corner of a room in the innermost part of the house.
âSomeone... please...â
While picturing the act that was about to be perpetrated against her, the girl wriggled and shrunk vainly.
âHee hee hee. Donât worry, Iâm going to treat you well.â
As they approached, the men licked their tongues.
Their eyes were tinged with dark lust, lacking any semblance of pride.
âYeah, yeah. You will soon feel so good you wonât be able to think about anything else...â
And right as the manâs hand was about to make contact with the girl, his right hand burst into flames, instantaneously turning to charcoal.
âM-My hand aaaaahhhhhh!!â
The men hastily looked around and attempted to assume a fighting stance.
But...
ââªMagic Bundle of Boltâ«.â ââªIceboltâ«.â
When the voices of the two girls resounded throughout the house, one of the menâs torso immediately froze and shattered.
âW-What the hell is going on...â
âLet me ask you. Are you a Kitsunejin?â
Before the man whose one arm had been obliterated, two girls emerged in front of him, and the one speaking to him was one of the voices he heard earlier. The girl, who was no older than , posed a question to the man.
âA-Ah, thatâs right! I am the kin of the âHundred Beast Clad Fox Princessâ! Furthermore, I am the highest-ranking Kitsunejin of them all, and if you lay a hand on me, the Fox Princess will...â
Frightened by the unexpected appearance of the two girls, the man shivered all over and struggled to tell them that he was the favorite of the Fox Princess.
âActivation of âªAuthenticity Judgmentâ«. Everything he stated is a lie. Onee-chan.â
ââªThunderboltâ«.â
When one of the girls declared it to be a lie, the other girl, who was about or years old, unleashed her skill and electrocuted the man.
âGi... ga... you guys... what do you think youâre doing...â
The man collapsed to the ground, his entire body convulsing from the electric shock. With his slightly twitching mouth, he addressed the girls.
Both of the girls then answered him.
âWe are the Kirijin.â
âWe are the kin of the Mist King.â
âWhat...â
The females arranged their words as if they were singing, disregarding the dazed men.
âWe are slaves.â âDogs of the Mist King.â
The manâs hat slipped off. He bore no fox ears.
âAt the command of the Mist King.â âWe hunt the Kitsunejin.â
Around the manâs waist, his tail came off and dropped to the ground.
âYouâre not a Kitsunejin.â âBut you called yourself as such.â
As he looked at them, the manâs complexion grew pale.
[[So Iâm going to kill you.]]
âW-wait...!?â
The two girls invoked their skills before the man can even beg for his life, and the manâs entire body was engulfed in flames, annihilating him.
âThe next one is.â âYou.â
âHieeeeee!â
Without missing a beat, the two girls simultaneously turned to confront the other girl who was cowering in the corner of the room.
With their movement, the girl realized that while these two were outwardly human, they were inwardly nothing alike, and her fear propelled her to the verge of complete prostration, followed by the spreading of a stain on her nether region.
âLet me ask you. Are you a Kitsunejin?â
Like a machine devoid of emotion, the Kirijin girl posed the question to the petrified girl.
âWell, well, well. The operation to exterminate the Kitsunejin is now over.â
From my private room, I listened to the reports coming in from the scene of the operation and concluded the mission was completed.
âYou canât let an eye loose just yet. Besides, they are not really Kitsunejin, but rather people who call themselves Kitsunejin.â
Tori chided me.
âI know that. Iâm merely going along with the name âOperation Kirijin Eradicationâ that the Fox Princessâ group is using. I donât mean anything else.â
âWell... thatâs fine then.â
Tori sighed as she replied to me as if to say, âOh dearâ.
âEven so, the power of the âShadows of the Mistâ is terrific. With such a small force, they could achieve such remarkable results...â
After saying this, Tori began to review the data on the Kirijin who participated in this operation and their fruit of battle.
Among them were the two sisters who eradicated the fake Kitsunejin that had descended upon that village, Tsuranuki Mitsuko and Tsuranuki Tabane.
Tori was oblivious of this: That Tsuranuki Mitsuko once sought my life. And that she was captured and retaliated against. Or that she was subjugated by my hand and transformed into a glorious slave who would obey my commands.
And that most of the âShadows of the Mistâ shared a similar story to that of the Tsuranuki sisters.
âNow, Iâll have to inform the Fox Princess that Iâve disposed of the insolent ones.â
âBe mindful not to give her any strange promise.â
âYes, yes, yes.â
As a result, the Fox Princess and I notified each other that we had exterminated individuals in our territory who claimed to be our kin and that we had exposed some of their corpses along with the charges to the public. | {
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After returning to the surface, Mitrof and Canule moved to a new location. They took a seat at the end of a small dining hall in the inn where Grace once stayed. They didnât know of any other suitable place to talk about things they didnât want to be asked about by others.
The sun had yet to set, and it was still early evening. The dimly lit dining hall had few customers, with only a male elf drinking alone at the opposite table.
Mitrof ordered red wine and a rabbit meat dish. He gave the smallblade rabbit he brought back from the labyrinth to the innkeeper and asked him to prepare it. This way, he could eat meat to his heartâs content, cheaply.
The unsmiling innkeeper brought a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Mitrof poured the wine into both glasses.
Canule hasnât eaten or drunk anything since being cursed. However, placing an empty glass in front of her made Mitrof hesitant.
â...Once again, I have caused trouble for you, Mitrof-sama.â
Mitrof nodded in response to Canuleâs apology. He didnât think he had caused any trouble, but denying it wouldnât make the conversation progress.
âIs that really Canuleâs older brother?â
â...Yes, without a doubt.â
âWere you knighted?â
Canule nodded in response to Mitrofâs question and dropped a few words.
In the past, countries fought each other, and among them, the era of noble lords competing for territory continued for a long time.
Many young men became soldiers, and those who performed outstanding deeds were granted the title of knight. However, that is now a thing of the past.
The world was governed, and diplomatic maneuvering prevailed over warfare. The stage of the knight in armor has long since fallen into disuse. The Royal Guard Knights still exist, but they havenât been to battle in decades.
Nevertheless, knighthood has not yet disappeared, and a title called âKnight Baronâ has been established for the quasi-nobility, with selected families inheriting the knightship.
âWomen born into a knight baron family learn both ladylike behavior and martial artsâand as they reach the age of maturity, they become a quasi-knight and a guard attendant for noblewomen.â
âI have heard of itâfor noblewomen, a female knight is indispensable for dressing up in high society.â
To have a beautiful appearance, impeccable manners, and a female knight with superior combat skills by oneâs side. It is the âtrendâ in high society.
The story of knights has always captivated peopleâs hearts. To have a courageous knight offer their sword and pledge loyalty is still a noblewomanâs dream today.
The knight pledged their loyalty to the country in exchange for a title. The knights who once lived for the noble ideals of chivalry and their sword have now taken on the responsibility of protecting their own homes. All of it has disappeared into fantasy.
Thatâs why noblewomen overlaid their illusions and decorated female knights to keep them close. Itâs not uncommon to dress them in menâs clothing.
Of course, there is also a practical benefit to serving as a bodyguard in places where men are prohibited. However, it is not every day that noble women are attacked by rogues.
âI too served as a certain personâs attendantâI cannot go into detail, but I was cursed with the relic of the labyrinth in order to protect that person.â
â...I seeâand that is why you were exiled.â
Nobles place importance on reputation and detest scandal. It is a concern for both the side that puts knights by their side and the side that sends them out. It is not just a beautiful story of a knight protecting a lady from a curse that can be settled in a noble social gatheringâMitrof thought.
Canule hesitated and carefully chose her words with a hesitant tone.
âI have a slightly complicated circumstanceâbesides...I canât serve in this state either. My father told me to go back home. He said it would bring shame to the family if I were to remain like this.â
Mitrof strongly understood the words âshame to the family.â
The existence of the nobility is not about the individual but about the family, protecting the lands, status, and honor that their ancestors have guarded generation after generation and entrusting them to future generations. That is what is important in the family.
If the value of the family is lowered, they may choose to discard the individual. It is also the duty of the head of a noble family.
âIf I return home, I probably wonât be able to go out for the rest of my lifeâas a female knight, there would be no role for me anywhere in this appearance...â
Itâs not something to laugh about. Mitrof knows the harsh reality and unforgiving values of the nobility.
In fact, almost every noble family has a reception room or underground prison. These prisons are not only for imprisoning criminals but also for confining the disgrace of families that must be kept hidden from other houses.
Although Canule had proven herself by protecting her master, she became a monster due to a curse. The head of the household could not let her roam free and risk ruining the familyâs existence. Mitrof, too, could understand the reasoning behind this decision.
The knight baron has a monster of a daughterâmalicious rumors could even threaten the existence of the family.
Carrying not only Canuleâs burden but also the name of the longstanding knight baron, she carries a heavy stone on her shoulders.
â...My master let me escape. She said If I go to the cityâs labyrinth, Iâll be able to hide and maybe even find a way to turn backâI must take advantage of her words.â
However, Canule lowered her gaze.
She was staring at the wine glass placed in front of her. The small candle in the middle of the table modestly illuminated the wine in the glass.
âI knew this life would not last longâit was shorter than my expectations yet longer than I thought, but I believe Iâll never forget that I was able to adventure with Mitrof-sama.â
âThank you very much.â Canule lowered her head deeply.
Mitrof felt like it was a farewell for life.
They wouldnât ever meet again, but there was no reason to be sad. Stay strong.
Send a letter. Iâll send one too.
Itâs not too late to run away to another city.
Mitrof had many words to say, but he couldnât think of anything valuable. Everything was meaningless and hollow.
The shopkeeper came over with a pot and placed it in front of Mitrof without saying a word, then left.
Inside the pot was rabbit meat with gravy sauce, a dish familiar to Mitrof and common enough to be served at noble dining tables.
The roasted rabbit meat was cut into small cubes. The meat juice from roasting the rabbit, sautéed onions, almond milk, and spices were added and simmered until the sauce thickened. In the middle of the pot, a mound of mashed potatoes was piled up.
Mitrof seemed to have used all the rabbit meat he brought in, as the pot was filled to the brim with meat.
Mitrof took out a napkin from his pocket and looked at it before spreading it out for his meal. It was not something you would find at a food stall or restaurant, used to prevent the sauce from staining clothes or to wipe oneâs mouth or hands after a meal. Mitrof had started carrying a napkin with him.
He believed he was no longer a noble but an adventurer.
However, he still used a napkin during meals. Adventurers would not bother with such things.
Changing the way of life ingrained in oneâs body and senses is difficult.
Itâs not easy to tell Canule to run away and live freely. He understands that much.
He knows that she cannot choose that option, even though she understands it.
Even during meals where no one cared about table manners, like spreading out a napkin, Mitrof did so.
âââWe had to finish early todayâletâs dive into the labyrinth again tomorrow.â
Canule looked up. Due to the hood she never took off, even indoors, it was impossible to read her expression. The whiteness of her jawbone was the only thing that the candle flame in front of her illuminated.
Mitrof couldnât read Canuleâs emotions, but he still wanted to communicate something.
âYour brother agreed that my contract with you ends at the end of the monthâuntil then, no matter what anyone says, you are my companion; I canât do without you.â
âYes.â
From that point on, Mitrof didnât say anything and stuck his napkin into his collar, starting to eat the rabbit meat.
It was completely different from the meals made by the exclusive chef at his familyâs home. There were few spices used, and the quality was poor. There was hardly any sugar in it. The mashed potatoes were probably made by mashing them all together in the morning; they were cold and had a dry, mealy texture. The meat had been cooked too much, making it tough, and the lack of preparation made it stringy.
Canule straightened her back and placed her hands on her knees, watching as Mitrof engulfed the meat without even a drop of juice spilling.
There was no clatter of dishes as Mitrof struck them in the absence of conversation. There was also no sound of chewing. His ingrained habits were elegant, in contrast to the run-down innâs dining hall.
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âLike I said, level ? Did youââ
Gillesâs eyes widen as he looks at me skeptically, wondering if I really think this stupid way of dodging the question will actually work. And no, Gilles. Iâm afraid I donât. I know exactly how ridiculous I must sound right now. But what else was I supposed to do? I couldnât think of any other way to deceive him on the fly like that!
âOi. Ali. Youâre doing that on purpose, arenât you,â Henry-Oniisama demands while glaring at me.
Of course he wouldnât be fooled. I canât trick him that easily.
âOhoho, Iâd really like to meet with Rebel-san to congratulate her~â I say, forcing out a fake smile and a laugh.
âOh! Itâs Duke!â
âGilles, you canât seriously think Iâd fall for that.â
Henry-Oniisama gives a quick glance in the direction he indicated as if humoring him. Of course, at the same time, he grabs hold of my arm to prevent me from fleeing.
âAh. He really is coming over,â Henry-Oniisama murmurs, his eyes going slightly wide.
At his words, I too turn to look..... And there he is. I guess Gilles wasnât just trying to create a diversion after all. Duke-Sama is a small distance away, but heâs walking steadily towards our little group.
I literally have a mountain of things that I want to ask him, but I canât exactly say any of them with Henry-Oniisama around!
Agh, darn it! This sucks!
If itâs already come to this..... Iâll just have to use my last resort.
I donât hesitate. I slam my heel down onto Henry-Oniisamaâs foot as hard as I can. In my heart, I canât help but feel a little bad. âGood children definitely shouldnât try this at home!â I think to myself wryly.
But my scheme worked. Henry-Oniisama grimaces and releases his hold on me, bending forward to clutch at his foot.
Since I got him squarely with the heel of my boot, it ought to have hurt quite badly.
âCome on, Gilles! Weâre getting out of here!â I shout as I break off into a run.
âCome on, Gilles! Faster!â
The heavy books that heâs very carefully carrying under his arms are clearly dragging down his pace. And compared to me, someone who has been tempering her body day after day, his athleticism just canât keep up.
âAli!? Wait! Come back!â I hear Henry-Oniisama calling out to me from behind. At the same time, I get the feeling that I can just barely hear the faint sound of Duke-Samaâs ensuing laughter.
I donât look at them though. I turn around and make a beeline for Gilles, wrapping my arms around him when I get him within reach. Then without ceremony, I fling him over my shoulder and keep running in my original direction. This should be decisively faster than allowing him to run on his own!
Itâs not the time to worrying about the odd stares that the leftover students in our surroundings must be throwing at us. All that matters is quickly getting as far away from here as possible!
âHey, wait.... Ali? Put me down!â
âJust hold still! If we get caught now, thatâll be the end!â
âYou are still a noble, you know!? Have a little self-awareness!!â
âIâm fine!â
If anyone were to see us, a woman running around carrying a small child over her shoulder, surely theyâd think I was kidnapping him.
Although such a thing is certainly evil, itâs nowhere near befitting of a villainess. This bizarre spectacle Iâm making must be losing me so many villainy points right now.... Despite securing my infamy in a variety of ways, Iâm sure my mistakes more than cancelled out all my hard work for the day.
After distancing myself from the academy and verifying that Henry-Oniisama hadnât followed me, I finally let Gilles down.
âSo... are we going to walk home now?â Gilles asks.
âAlicia.... are you seriously an idiot?â
Gillesâs surprise has long since surpassed astonishment. Itâs gotten to the point where he basically seems like heâs given up.
âWhat? Why? I came up with a plan to get us out of there, and executed it perfectly. Shouldnât you be praising my intelligence instead of insulting it right about now?â
âWas there even a point in avoiding answering Henry when Arnold is sure to find you once we return to the estate? Who cares if the end is delayed by a couple hours, or even a day or so?â
âThatâs why we arenât going back to the estate. Wonât everything be fine if we just stay in my little cabin for the next week?â
âThat seems.... unlikely. Will that really solve everything?â
âWell, I can always lock the door, so we should be fine! Hm, I feel like we should give this plan a name..... I got it! From here on it shall be called the Living Stealthily Stratagem!â
âWhaâ! Thatâs so lame! ....Seems like even you canât live two years by yourself in a little shack and remain unscathed. I think by now you have more than just a couple screws loose.... Maybe youâve even lost a few.â
Ouch. Thatâs rather harsh. Sure, the name could use a bit of a work, but I thought the idea itself seemed reasonable. And the little hut has a bath and everything so we should be fine for a week.....
In fact, this plan should actually be the simplest, safest option we have at hand. On the contrary, I canât even come up with any other viable options.
Simpuru izu besto!
âIâm getting tired,â Gilles says, a slight whine creeping into his voice.
âMe too.â
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âSure. One has to borrow the power of a spirit to create fuel and heat to let fire magic take effect as I said before. Therefore one has to call a fire spirit. Try it.â
Knopf starts to meditate with her hands facing up.
She breathed slowly and seemed to concentrate.
âI close my eyes and imagine fire spirits in the atmosphere and call one. Usually, itâs in the form of a dwarf.â
I do the same thing and close my eyes with my palmâs facing upwards.
Fire spirit, come here, Fire spirit-chan, come closer......
However, there werenât any signs of it at all.
âIs it no use? It canât be that difficult. Maybe you lack talent?â
Thunk.
Iâm not able to do anything, I remembered the hard reality of not having talent I was blessed with and became blue.
Ah, Iâm useless, huh? Even in the world, I created as an author Iâm useless, huh?
I unintentionally switched back from Carlo to my original self.
âI, itâs okay even it failed this time. How about you try to imagine a flame on your hand this time?â
Knopf hurriedly tried to encourage me and nearly fell over.
I took it to heart and tried to do what she told me somehow.
Then the image of a bright red lizard suddenly came out.
âUwaa!?â
When I opened my eyes in wonder an approximately centimetre tall lizard appeared on my palm.
Its bright red colour was just like the image but its eyes were kind of cute.
Overall it was just blurred and there was no sense of touch.
âHow is it? Did you feel something?â
âRather than feel, there was a red lizard on top of my hand.â
Because Knopf asked me I answered her truthfully.
âLike I said, itâs fine, so you donât have to act tough. You didnât feel anything, did you? You canât fool me so please tell the truth.â
Knopf was smirking at me disgusted.
Her cat ears were moving angrily too.
I didnât particularly lie, though.
âEven if youâre telling me that itâs still on top of my hand. Canât you see it?â
âEh, Are you sure?! A lizard, you say, it canât be, is it a Salamander?! I mean this is your first time and it should be impossibleâ
You, youâre a salamander?
However I look at it, it looks just like a small lizard.
âYou, I wonder if I can make you appear.â
At that moment, the blurry outlines became clearer and I felt it touching my palm.
Uuuh, it feels a little ticklish, it kind of has a reptile feel to it.
âItâs the truth......â
After Knopf saw the lizard she looked surprised with her mouth wide open.
Come on, Cat-girl, your drool will flow out!
âThis certainly is a salamanderâs child. Itâs still small. But to suddenly call a salamander......â
Knopf still seemed like she didnât believe it yet.
She stared at the lizard for a while longer but then turned towards me in the blink of an eye and began to talk with a serious face.
âMagic, if one excludes light and darkness, consists out of four elements, Fire, Water, Wind and Earth. Those are the four major elements that is what is being said. Fire, Water, Air and Earth.â
The theory of four major elements got supported from the ancient Greece/Rome to the Islamic world and the European Middle Ages.
âFor those four major elements, there exist four spirits and one governing them. The water Undine, the wind Sylph, the earth Gnome and the fire Salamander.â
Ooh, in my novel the hero forms a contract with the spirit Undine and uses water magic.
Speaking of Undine, was that the name of one of those four spirits?
I imagined it as something like TinkOrbell.
As the author, I am sorry for my lack of research.
âAs Salamander is the fire spirit of the four spirits itâs quite the high-ranked spirit. One canât just call Upper-rank fire spirits like the flame demon Ifrit or the Phoenix or the Salamander that simply.â
When you think about it, this is also author correction, Iâm really sorry in various ways.
âThough itâs still like a child right now, but I think it will gradually grow if it steadily absorbs magical power. Seems like it got used to you.â
Yeah, no matter how I look at it seems like it got attached.
It was sitting very peacefully on top of my hand.
âThe problems start here. As I said before a little while ago, you can use stronger spells if you form a contract with a high-ranking spirit. But it also has its disadvantages.â
disadvantages?
âYeah, the magic of other systems becomes unusable if one forms a contract with a spirit. Thatâs the reason for me researching the combination of low-ranking magic to achieve equal power. You donât have to form any contracts with high-ranking spirits for that and the magic of the four systems can all be used.â
I see, itâs like that, huh?
âWhat do you want to do? You are able to use fire magic if you form a contract with this Salamander. After it grows bigger I believe you are able to use considerably strong magic. But on the other hand, you canât use any magic of other systems.â
Mmm, this is rather troublesome, isnât it?
But honestly I donât really want to learn that much magic and it might be good that Carlo as the rival of the Hero, who uses water magic, is able to use fire magic.
Iâll be defeated by the hero anyway so why not have bad elemental compatibility.
âKnopf, what should I do to form a contract with this fellow?â
âItâs easy. You have to name it. If a spirit receives a name the contract is established. Do you want to form a contract?â
âThatâs right, just being able to use fire magic is enough. I donât want to become a magician.â
âI see, if thatâs the case please name this child. I guess it will be alright as long as itâs nothing too weird.â
Mmm, a name for a lizard, huh?
This is a Salamander and in Japanese that would be a fire dragon.
Speaking of fire dragons, yeah, it has to be Rioreia...... something like that.
âIâve decided. You are Reus, the fire dragon Reus. Howâs that?â
When I said that the lizard turned over and disappeared just when I thought that it was shining a little.
âDid it fail?â
âI think itâs different. Call its nameâ
âReus!â
When I called its name the lizard appeared on my right shoulder.
âSee, looks like it likes it. The contract was successful.â
âI see, then you are Reus from today onwards. Take care not to get hunted by a hunter.â
Knopf wasnât able to understand this reference.
âOne usually isnât able to see them, but spirits are always around us, Carlo-san. Because thatâs the case they will even come out if you just call them in your mind.â
I see, so itâs something like a mobile pet?
She said it grows up by absorbing my magical power so itâs fine not to feed it.
âNow that you have a spirit letâs practice fire magic, shall we? Letâs start with the incantation for âFireballâ first.â
First, we went outside to practice magic.
Using fire magic in a wooden hut is rather dangerous after all.
Even though I donât really understand this stuff I try to imitate Knopfâs actions.
âLike I said before, you borrow the spiritâs power to create fuel for the fire to burn in the air. Then you draw the seals with one hand and concentrate.â
Well then, I close my eyes to concentrate, Reus, please lend me your power.......
Was the seal like that?
Then I should create a ball of burnable material in the air.
Something like a ball of flammable gas?
âIf youâre ready, imagine adding heat to it, burn the fuel and aim towards your target while casting âFireballâ. That stake over there should be a good target, right?â
Reus, thatâs enough.
I imagined adding heat to the ball and throwing it like a fastball.
Thatâs right, a straight with over kilometres per hour!
âFireball!â
As soon as I moved my arm a flame ball was flying like a fastball towards the target stake and hit it.
As for the stake, no trace remains of it.
âAgain, this, suddenly producing a fireball of such speed, thatâs impossibleâ
Rather than surprised, the cat girl looked at me with amazement.
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Ceres and Captain Marius were swimming chaotically, frantically moving their arms and legs. After all that running, having to hold my breath was painful. What a pain in the neck.
Victor frowned a little, but still looked somewhat relaxed.
I was curious about his physical capabilities. I wanted scientists all over the world to find out. If he died, he should definitely be dissected.
I desperately followed the fairy, but the way out was still far away. The strange skull-like thing was no longer chasing us, but I was now fighting a battle against myself.
Not being able to breathe was truly hell. I felt like the most important thing for our survival was to take in oxygen.
I wonder if we are there yet....
[Almost there.]
Perhaps reading my thoughts, I heard the fairyâs clear voice.
Perhaps since I spent a lot of energy diving earlier, Iâve reached the limit of my strength. And after using a great deal of magic power, I almost didnât have any more energy left.
While I was thinking about that, I was suddenly hit by something.
What was that? It felt as if someone had hit me with all their might.
My vision became distorted and I felt sick. I desperately tried to hold back the urge to vomit. My body became heavy, and I couldnât swim well.
Victor was the first to notice my condition. He must have sensed instantly that I had inhaled poison because he wrinkled his brow a little and looked as if he wanted to say, âDamn itâ.
Oh, maybe this was the end of my life.
Although we spent only a short time together, I knew his character. He would abandon his soldiers without mercy.
I was nothing more than a pawn in his quest to become king. I wondered if I would end up dying here like Jurd did on his way in.
...And I havenât even reached my goal of becoming the strongest villainess yet?
I couldnât die in a place like this. I opened my eyes, feeling as if I were about to pass out.
I was lucky that I was in a strange lake where I wouldnât absorb poison through my eyes.
Victor suddenly approached me as I was thinking this. He grabbed me in his arms as if he were holding me.
What? What happened?
Ceres and Captain Marius, who were swimming behind us, were also surprised at his behavior. They didnât expect the prince to save me, did they?
With me in his arms, he continued forward, chasing after the fairy.
...Am I already dead? Does this mean I was going to heaven?
No, but I still couldnât breathe, and it was painful. ...This must be real, and Victor was risking his life to save me.
I couldnât believe it. And where on earth did he find the strength to do so?
I wondered if Victor might be one of the fairies. That was how extraordinary he was.
I could almost see the surface of the water. A sliver of sunlight shone through the filthy, murky water. Everyone was frantically moving their bodies for the last time to get to the surface.
If we could make it past this point, we would make it back alive. I felt as if I was witnessing a moment where everyone was clinging to life and struggling to stay alive.
With a bang, my face suddenly surfaced above the water, and my body struggled to inhale a large amount of air.
Vice Captain Neil rushed over to me with a towel, looking panicked, as I successfully caught my breath while trying not to drink this water.
Victor lied down roughly on the dirty ground while holding me. We all fall down with a thud, breathing desperately.
Only the sound of huffing and puffing echoes through the woods.
âWe made it back alive!â
Captain Marius muttered quietly.
What a tough ordeal it was. I felt like I was about to die, but I didnât.
âI guess Jurd didnât make it.â
Kateâs slightly low voice gave way to Vice Captain Neil, Grandpa, and Mark.
Victor took the towel from Vice Captain Neil, wiped his face messily, and then spoke.
âDonât think about the dead ones anymore.â
I couldnât help but think that Liz-san would have been offended by these words.
No one here would have said anything against him. It was not because he was a prince, and they couldnât stand up to him.
We all know that Victor valued his men, even if his words were cold. We were unable to blame him for Jurdâs death.
âWhy, why, did you save me?â
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At that day, in the village, the usual daily life was as usual, which brought about boredom. It doesnât have any shadow of turbulence, the situation is so peaceful and carefree as always.
The children is gathering and laughing happily in the plaza, while the adults cultivate the field with plow and hoes in their hands.
Itâs scenery is like usual, surely, nobody ever thought that this situation would eventually be destroyed.
[Then, Iâll go out for a while][Alright, Russel. Take care]
Russel went out the house like always, Cecil was holding Sierra and saw him off. She did not forget to kiss him on the left cheek.
Naturally.
[Lovey doveyâ]Being teased by Sierra, Russelâs cheeks became bright red even though itâs their morning routine.
Russel is off to work, in the morning he often goes around the fields and houses that he rent out. Nevertheless, since the fields near the village are mostly are Russelâs land, it is impossible to go around all the fields just by half a day.
Therefore, Russel had adjusted and narrowed down the number of fields for only half a day, so he can go around all of them within seven days. Today, he planned to go through three fields in the morning.
Like that, as per usual, Russel left the house. However, one of the villagers came approaching Russel on his way to the field.
[Russel-san. Now, do you have time?][Sure, no problem... Is there something wrong?][You see, on the field that I rent from you, when I went there this morning, the crops are toppled over]
Russel knitted his brows hearing the villagerâs report. Deep wrinkle appear in the middle of his forehead.
[Toppled over, you said?][Yeah, it is]
According to the villager, when he went to the field this morning, all the crops in the farmland were dug up from the soil. And yet, there was no sign that the crop was eaten by something. It was as it they were being forcibly scooped out from the soil, and was thrown on the ground.
Russel listened the villagerâs story and was a little doubtful.
There are certainly beasts that often ruins the farmland. Deer, wild boar, bear, or weasel. Those beasts who snatched the crops were usually being sold as humanâs stock food or being sell from side to side. Itâs not weird to say that the hostile creatures targeting the crops are part of the agriculture life in this village.
But, if they were only rampaging on the field without eat anything, Those are just some nasty pranks. Prank, is a cuter word for this, but the meaning is same, which is to enjoy causing trouble for others.
[Please help, Russel-san! If my field is left like this, itâll impossible for me to harvest by this summer][Umu. Iâll go confirm it for the time being]
Even though he didnât completely believe him, Russel changes his destination toward the flustered villagerâs field.
At this time, Russel thought about this;
What, it wonât take a lot of time. I can just simply check the field, we just need to re-plant the seeds and thatâll be the end of it. Itâs certainly a heavy blow, but the summer is just starting and itâs not fatal timing yet.
It would be more miserable if this occurred during the end of summer. If you think about it, he can be considered quite lucky.
However, when they reached the field, Russel learned that his naive thought was a big mistake.
On the way to the field, Russel was unable to get rid of this uncomfortable feeling.
There is something fatally wrong here. Why do I feel so uneasy just walking past the the usual road? I feel that something big is going to happen.
â Itâll be good if itâs just my imagination.
However, the uneasy feeling was growing stronger.
When I noticed an unfamiliar footprint, the ground was unnaturally gouged out, at that time I realized that bark of many trees were whittled, my uneasiness grew bigger with each step I took.
And what I feared really happened when we reached the field.
[No way...]
The field, as the villagers said, was certainly overturned unnaturally. I understand after I saw it. At first glance, the fields that should have been leveled were ruined to the core, the crops were turned upside down, revealing their roots.
However the most important was the ãculpritã that gathered on the field.
[A crowd of monsters...?]
What gathered there, was definitely a group of dangerous monsters. Multitudes of bizarre creatures with various colors and shapes, were assembled as if they were having a meeting.
Russelâs foot began to tremble at the situation that was beyond his expectation. The villager was also the same as him.
Fortunately, the monsters did not seem to have noticed them yet. Piipii gyagya, they just raised unpleasant voices.
While still being conscious of his feet, Russel could not peel his sight off from them. The fear of the monsters attack made his limbs froze.
[Vi, village]
Even so, he still manage to say something with a shaken voice.
[Go back to village, and inform everyone... Monsters, monsters are coming][Y, yeah]
The villager nodded at Russel.
[Inform everyone]
Informing everyone, though I said that, my body didnât move. I was blinded by fear, it made me unable to move.
However, I could not just stay frightened in such a place. My lovely wife is waiting for me in the house. I also have a daughter. Perhaps he might be stronger than me, but Gerald is still a âchildâ that I, Russel, have to protect.
Parents should be the one protecting their children. Thatâs why when Gerald and I encountered a demon in the forest, I picked up a weapon and confronted the demon. ...... As a consequence, I exposed my miserable-self and was protected by my son.
Still. But still.
Isnât it natural for a father to protect their family?
[Letâs go]
I gripped the villagerâs hand, and took a glance at the monsters. They seems hadnât noticed us yet.
[If we donât inform everyone about this, the people in village wonât notice and will be attacked by the monsters][Russel-san... Youâre right]
The villager, responded and turned his glance to Russel. Both of them matched their eyes and nodded to each other, they turned their back from the monsters at the same time.
And then, they returned to the village to relay information about the monsters, but what welcomed them was â
âA flock of ugly monsters trampling the village.
[No way]
Russel was unable to say anything, he began to run towards his home immediately.
He encountered Miru on his way home.
[Oldman!]
Miru shouted at Russel.
[I canât find Gerald! The situation is very strange, where the hell is he!][... If itâs Gerald, Iâm sure he is gonna be alright][I will do something about it! Miru, you must hide yourself well. Understand?]
Miru was searching for Russel because sheâs worried about Gerald, she nodded even though she hesitated for a moment.
She was still a young child. She should be full of anxiety right now. Even so, she still worried about her friends, itâs hard to believe that she was thinking of others despite her of current age.
[You will really do something about it, Oldman? Gerald, you will really do something about that guy, right?]
Before turning back and ran away, Miru turned her head to face Russell and left such a word.
While seeing off her brave back, Russel thought about the future of such young child.
Then what my present self is able to do, is to protect that [future]. We must survive the attacks of the demons, to protect the future of this village.
Russelâs house had not received attack from the monster yet. But, itâs only a matter of time. The monster wave will approach here soon.
[Russel! You are safe?]
When I walked into house, Cecil rushed at me with uneasy face. She held Sierra on her chest.
[Yeah. I am safe... Where is Gerald?][Still in the forest. Itâll be good if he can return back early... Ah, but itâs dangerous to come back right now...]
Toward the sudden chaos situation, Cecilâs thought pattern was a royal mess.
Since Russel was not around, she must be feeling insecure.
I gripped her shoulder in attempt to calm her down, then I began to talk with a clear voice.
[Listen to me alright, Cecil? I need to go. This monster raid is a problem that will affect the entire village, so all the villagers need to do something in this situation. Do you understand?][Yes. But...][Thatâs why, I must fight. To protect the village, to protect you, to protect the children... So please, I want you to be here, hide yourself and keep Sierra safe. You can do it, right?][What about Gerald?]
Cecil whispered in painful voice.
[That child, what is going happen to him?][He is smart and a strong kid. Iâm sure, he is safe by himself... I believe in him][But][Do you understand? I will say it one more time. Iâll fight. So, you should hide yourself and protect Sierra]
You can do it, right? Being asked by Russel, Cecil nodded while showing hesitation.
He gently raised her face and kissed her on the forehead.
[Thank you. Thatâs the girl I love][Russel, I...][I might be helpless, but as a man, as a father, as a husband â at the time like this, itâs not possible for me to ignore the situation]
In the end, Russel embraced Cecil and Sierra, before he turned around and ran out of the house.
The weapon that he chose was a pickaxe. A sharp agricultural tool used for crushing hard soil in the agriculture land.
It was impossible for me to learn magic, I am incompetent, Iâm weak, but I am a heroic father. He began to run towards the crowd of monsters.
There is only one feeling burning vigorously in his chest. To repel the monsters, and protect the village where they could live peacefully.
Cecil, Sierra, and even Gerald, I wonât let those monsters lay a finger on you. Because I amâ your father.
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Doesn't give you any information about why he took your chair out of all the other chairs that are out there.
Doesn't acknowledge the fact that you might need your chair to get some work done today.
You wouldn't stand for it. You'd make a stink.
You'd follow that guy back to his cubicle and you'd say, "Why my chair?"
Okay, so now it's Tuesday morning and you're at the office, and a meeting invitation pops up in your calendar.
And it's from this woman who you kind of know from down the hall, and the subject line references some project that you heard a little bit about.
But there's no agenda.
There's no information about why you were invited to the meeting.
And yet you accept the meeting invitation, and you go.
And when this highly unproductive session is over, you go back to your desk, and you stand at your desk and you say, "Boy, I wish I had those two hours back, like I wish I had my chair back."
Every day, we allow our coworkers, who are otherwise very, very nice people, And I'm talking about something far more valuable than office furniture.
I'm talking about time. Your time.
In fact, I believe that we are in the middle of a global epidemic of a terrible new illness known as MAS: Mindless Accept Syndrome.
The primary symptom of Mindless Accept Syndrome is just accepting a meeting invitation the minute it pops up in your calendar.
It's an involuntary reflex â ding, click, bing â it's in your calendar, "Gotta go, I'm already late for a meeting." Meetings are important, right?
And collaboration is key to the success of any enterprise.
And a well-run meeting can yield really positive, actionable results.
But between globalization and pervasive information technology, the way that we work has really changed dramatically over the last few years.
And we're miserable. And we're miserable not because the other guy can't run a good meeting, it's because of MAS, our Mindless Accept Syndrome, which is a self-inflicted wound.
Actually, I have evidence to prove that MAS is a global epidemic.
Let me tell you why.
A couple of years ago, I put a video on Youtube, and in the video, I acted out every terrible conference call you've ever been on.
It goes on for about five minutes, and it has all the things that we hate about really bad meetings.
There's the moderator who has no idea how to run the meeting.
There are the participants who have no idea why they're there.
The whole thing kind of collapses into this collaborative train wreck.
And everybody leaves very angry.
It's kind of funny.
Let's take a quick look.
Our goal today is to come to an agreement on a very important proposal.
As a group, we need to decide if â bloop bloop â Hi, who just joined?
Hi, it's Joe. I'm working from home today.
Hi, Joe. Thanks for joining us today, great.
I was just saying, we have a lot of people on the call we'd like to get through, so let's skip the roll call and I'm gonna dive right in.
Our goal today is to come to an agreement on a very important proposal.
As a group, we need to decide if â bloop bloop â Hi, who just joined?
No? I thought I heard a beep. Sound familiar?
Yeah, it sounds familiar to me, too.
A couple of weeks after I put that online, 500,000 people in dozens of countries, I mean dozens of countries, watched this video.
And three years later, it's still getting thousands of views every month.
It's close to about a million right now.
And in fact, some of the biggest companies in the world, companies that you've heard of but I won't name, have asked for my permission to use this video in their new-hire training to teach their new employees how not to run a meeting at their company.
And if the numbers â there are a million views and it's being used by all these companies â aren't enough proof that we have a global problem with meetings, there are the many, many thousands of comments posted online after the video went up.
Thousands of people wrote things like, "OMG, that was my day today!"
"That was my day every day!"
"This is my life."
One guy wrote, "It's funny because it's true.
Eerily, sadly, depressingly true.
It made me laugh until I cried.
And cried. And I cried some more."
This poor guy said, "My daily life until retirement or death, sigh."
These are real quotes and it's real sad.
A common theme running through all of these comments online is this fundamental belief that we are powerless to do anything other than go to meetings and suffer through these poorly run meetings and live to meet another day.
But the truth is, we're not powerless at all.
In fact, the cure for MAS is right here in our hands.
It's right at our fingertips, literally.
It's something that I call ¡No MAS!
Which, if I remember my high school Spanish, means something like, "Enough already, make it stop!"
Here's how No MAS works. It's very simple.
First of all, the next time you get a meeting invitation that doesn't have a lot of information in it at all, click the tentative button!
It's okay, you're allowed, that's why it's there.
It's right next to the accept button.
Or the maybe button, or whatever button is there for you not to accept immediately.
Then, get in touch with the person who asked you to the meeting.
Tell them you're very excited to support their work, ask them what the goal of the meeting is, and tell them you're interested in learning how you can help them achieve their goal.
And if we do this often enough, and we do it respectfully, people might start to be a little bit more thoughtful about the way they put together meeting invitations.
And you can make more thoughtful decisions about accepting it.
People might actually start sending out agendas. Imagine!
Or they might not have a conference call with 12 people to talk about a status when they could just do a quick email and get it done with.
People just might start to change their behavior because you changed yours.
And they just might bring your chair back, too. No MAS!
Thank you.
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We do them for our clients.
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I would never have the money to actually pay for the installment or pay for all the billboards or the production of these, so there's always a client attached to them.
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The printer lost the file, didn't tell us.
When the magazine -- actually, when I got the subscription -- it was 12 following pages.
It said, "Money does does make me happy."
And a friend of mine in Austria felt so sorry for me that he talked the largest casino owner in Linz into letting us wrap his building.
So this is the big pedestrian zone in Linz.
It just says "Money," and if you look down the side street, it says, "does not make me happy."
We had a show that just came down last week in New York.
We steamed up the windows permanently, and every hour we had a different designer come in and write these things that they've learned into the steam in the window.
Everybody participated -- Milton Glaser, Massimo Vignelli.
Singapore was quite in discussion.
This is a little spot that we filmed there that's to be displayed on the large JumboTrons in Singapore.
And, of course, it's one that's dear to my heart, because all of these sentiments -- some banal, some a bit more profound -- all originally had come out of my diary.
And I do go often into the diary and check if I wanted to change something about the situation.
If it's -- see it for a long enough time, I actually do something about it.
And the very last one is a billboard.
This is our roof in New York, the roof of the studio.
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We let that lie around in the sun.
As you all know, newsprint yellows significantly in the sun.
After a week, we took the stencils and the leaves off, shipped the newsprints to Lisbon to a very sunny spot, so on day one the billboard said, "Complaining is silly. Either act or forget."
Three days later it faded, and a week later, no more complaining anywhere.
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Having bought her lunch box, Mira went down to the first floor again as a broadcast was aired.
ãHmm, itâs almost time then.ã
Mira dearly hugged the paper bag containing her lunch as she studied the stationâs map, heading to the platform as the broadcast was repeated. At the same time, many people that looked like adventurers moved as a crowd. Economy tickets had no seats assigned to them, so whoever boarded first could choose anywhere to sit.
Mira and the crowd moved through a large marble corridor, until a second corridor branched off to the right. She looked at the large signs hung from the ceiling and took the right path.
Walking down that corridor, Mira approached a column erect in the middle, large enough that three Miras would need to spread their arms and join hands to surround it. As she got closer, a door opened on the column and a uniformed man who looked like a station worker walked out.
ãThis corridor leads to the First Class platform. May I verify your ticket please?ã
The man, aged somewhere in his fifties, had a large body but smiled gently as he spoke to Mira.
(I guess heâs a ticket inspector...)
Mira nodded and took out one of the tickets she had in her waist pouch. The station worker took it and placed a usage seal on it before returning it to Mira.
ãThere will be another check inside the train, just show them this marked ticket when it happens. Enjoy your trip.ã
The seal carved into the ticket resembled a holographic sticker, changing in colors depending on the angle it was seen and ãSilversideã written on it.
Mira stared at the ticket with deep interest before returning it to her waist pouch. Walking past the ticket check, Mira arrived at the waiting room for first-class passengers. It was a large room with polished wooden walls, well ornamented with a fireplace that was currently not being used. There were leather couches and chairs placed around it, some of which were occupied by well-dressed passengers.
Mira puffed her chest trying to look more imposing, sitting down on a nearby couch. At the same time, the other passengers turned curious stares at the young girl.
Everyone in the first-class waiting room was of high social standing. They were the sons of nobles, butlers, wealthy merchants, cooperative bigwigs, and other similar people, all accompanied by strong guards.
But then there was that young girl, so breathtakingly beautiful that half the people there would believe in a heartbeat she was royalty if told so. However, there were no butlers, maids, protectors or guards with her. She was also wearing rather trendy clothes, which attracted even more attention to her mysterious presence.
Feeling quite uncomfortable, Mira twisted her wrist and opened her menu. The clock showed :. Looking at it, she proceeded to casually take out some Apple au Lait as well.
(Uh... Iâm running low on these.)
Her stock of Apple au Lait was running dangerously low. She made a mental note to buy some more as soon as possible while drinking from the small bottle, when a man approached her.
ãOh, hello.ã
Returning the greeting, Mira threw a suspicious glance at the man. On one hand, he held a large suitcase, while his body was wrapped in a gray coat. His face looked young, and there were no features indicating he was from a long-living race, so his age was probably the same as his face indicated. His hair was of a reddish-chestnut color which peeked out from below a deep green Tyrolean hat.
Behind him a male and female guards with swords watched over him.
Mira had a hunch that anyone who approached a beautiful girl like herself without obvious reason like him, was most certainly someone suspicious.
ãSorry for calling out to you out of the blue like that, Iâm Thedrick, I work as a merchant for a company in Grimdart.ã
ãIâm Mira.ã
Not sounding apologetic in the least, Thedrick introduced himself. Mira slightly lowered her guard and gave a short reply. The two guards standing behind him bowed lightly. The tall robust man stood with an unchanging serious face, but when Mira locked eyes with the woman she smiled softly.
ãSo, what do you want?ã
Having checked the power levels of those two guards, Mira turned to look at Thedrick while asking that.
ãEarlier I noticed youâre wearing an Operatorâs Bracelet, so I took the liberty of assuming youâre a high level adventurer. Itâs rare seeing someone like that travel in first class, so I decided it was worth chatting with you. I have this bad habit of speaking to people I find interesting, you see.ã
ãHmm, is that really it?ã
ãYes, usually the only adventurers that travel in first class have either an interesting story for it, or they just hate interacting with others to a ridiculous degree.ã
ãSo thatâs why you got curious about me. Lamentably thereâs no interesting story behind me. This just so happens to be my first time traveling by train, so I ended up splurging a little.ã
ãThatâs a completely valid reason. I see you spend your money where it matters.ã
Hearing Miraâs response, Thedrickâs voice went half a tone higher while producing a small box from inside his coat, which sat on his palm.
Saying that, he offered Mira a business card from inside the box. The company name was Dinowal Stores, accompanied by a logo of a horse and a spear. His full name was Thedrick Dinowal.
ãDinowal... thatâs an unusual name.ã
Miraâs eyes glided down the card, gathering all the information she could from it before voicing her thoughts.
ãYou havenât heard of it before? Now, this was a blunder on my part, it seems I greatly overestimated the reach of my name. My company largely deals in items of interest for adventurers, so I was convinced an adventurer like yourself would most certainly want to inquire about my merchandise when hearing my name, hence the other reason why I spoke to you.ã
ãI see. Items for adventurers huh...ã
Hearing Thedrick, Mira recalled that item Emera had used to negate the smell of rotten flesh. There was a large increase in demand for tools like that now that this world was reality, which was another large change Mira had noticed.
ãOh, do I have your attention now? Then let me give you something special then, on the house. This is the latest product of Dinowal stores, which has not been released officially yet but Iâm sure youâll appreciate it.ã
In a showy manner, Thedrick opened the large suitcase and took out an excessively large object from it. It was as big as a mattress, the outside covered in blue cloth while the inside was made of some resilient black material. At first glance, it looked like some thick board, but it had an opening that made it look more like a bag.
ãWhat is that? Or rather, is that suitcase an Item Box?ã
That had clearly come out of the suitcase. Thedrick did not possess an Operatorâs Bracelet, so he should not be able to use a regular Item Box. But that functionality had been manufactured into the bracelets in that world, so it was easy to imagine the same technology could be used on a suitcase.
Rather than the unreleased item placed in front of her, Mira was more interested in the suitcase.
ãYes, thatâs exactly right. Itâs another application of the same tech used in the Operatorâs Bracelets high-level adventurers use. Though this suitcase was made to order, so itâs the only one in existence.ã
Operatorâs Bracelets were handed to adventurers as rented items, as their manufacturing cost was quite high. Yet Thedrick had employed that expensive tech and etched it into the suitcase which he used as a personal item. Mira was unaware of most details surrounding that, so she was oblivious to just how costly something like that was.
ãEither way, I would prefer if you paid attention to this item here now.ã
ãOh right. What is this?ã
ãThis is a next-generation sleeping bag.ã
Miraâs eyes focused on the mysterious item resting still on the ground. Thedrick proudly slid his hand into the opening in the blue cloth, pulling it open and turning what once looked like a boring plank into a bed mattress. He pulled again, which made pillows appear on top.
ãHohh... thatâs quite marvelous.ã
ãIt appears Iâve piqued your interest. Let me explain in more detail then.ã
With that preamble, Thedrick began talking about the sleeping bag for high-level adventurers that would go on sale one month later.
ãIâm sure youâve noticed already but this sleeping bag is too unwieldy to carry around on its own, so I canât imagine any adventurer would be willing to use it. But an Item Box changes that, as you were able to verify earlier. For a long time, Iâve held a deep interest in the Operatorâs Bracelet high-level adventurers use. In a way, this custom suitcase was a test I conducted to verify its usefulness. This wondrous technology then led to an epiphany, giving me the certainty that there will be demand for such a sleeping bag.ã
This was the result of Thedrickâs experiment. An item meant only for adventurers, for which an Item Box was indispensable.
Mira only knew how to manufacture something through Refining, which was a skill she had stumbled upon purely for her own interest and goals, and not with the needs of others in mind. But hearing the merchant talk so passionately about his work made her pay attention to every word he spoke.
ãI used all the paths I could find to research what adventurers want most. The first discovery I made was this sleeping bag. Itâs made entirely for promising adventurers like yourself, Mira.ã
After that long introduction, Thedrick finally was ready to start talking about the main features of the sleeping bag, all delivered with his well-developed sales voice.
An Item Boxâs capacity was dependent on the weight of the items put inside, so the sleeping bag was built with the lightest materials. That also made sure that even a spellcaster with weak physical power like Mira could carry it outside the Item Box.
Next, he showed how to clean it. With theatrical movements, he disassembled the sleeping bag and showed its different parts. Washing it was also a simple task with it taken apart.
Then there was a feature he added thanks to the feedback from adventurers, an insect repellent device. It was mostly female adventurers who had requested that, as they shared horror stories of waking up and found gross bugs had crawled into their beds while they slept. The Dinowal stores already dealt in repellent devices, so he bundled one powered by Magic Batteries into the sleeping bag. He also demonstrated how to turn it on, but as there were no bugs nearby it was only for show.
ãI personally think this is a masterpiece, but what do you as a proficient adventurer think, Mira? Does this sleeping bag catch your attention?ã
His pitch concluded, Thedrick turned to look at Mira with an attentive expression, not wanting to let any single letter she uttered escape his ears. Mira had to force an awkward smile, given she rarely went on the same type of trips as regular adventurers.
ãHmm, I can imagine it would be very comfortable-ã
ãI would swear by it! I knew you had an eye for quality. I assure you youâll never have a bad night when sleeping in this sleeping bag!ã
But Iâve never had a reason to upgrade to my current one. Before Mira could finish her sentence, Thedrick happily interrupted her at âvery comfortableâ, the last words never leaving her mouth.
Still, she did not seem too bothered by it, staying silent and instead checking how the sleeping bag felt to the touch. The outside was covered in a resistant fabric, but when she slid her hand inside she felt something like soft fur. The bottom side also had some spring to it, feeling even better than a regular cheap mattress.
ãAre you sure I can have this?ã
ãBut of course. Even better if you use it wherever many adventurers gather.ã
Thedrick was traveling in the continental train to visit the different adventurerâs unions scattered around. He planned to advertise his new product there and see if he could get a prolific adventurer to buy one of his items.
Then he met a good-looking girl who was not afraid to splurge on first-class tickets. It was rare to run into such a perfect fit so quickly, so he decided to speak with her as soon as possible, and that the cost of one sleeping bag would be nothing compared to the sales he could get through her. Mira had noticed a part of that plan, but as Thedrick did not give her any set conditions to take it, she happily agreed to use it.
ãIâm sure there was a reason for us to meet here today. We have a large assortment of similar items in our stores as well, so make sure to visit us sometime, you wonât be disappointed. And ah right, you can take this coupon ticket as well.ã
ãHm... Iâll try to remember that if I ever need something.ã
The two chuckled as they spoke, which made the female guardâs awkward smile twitch slightly.
ãThe train number has entered the station on the left lane. Please wait behind the white line until the carriages come to a complete stop before boarding.ã
That announcement and warning after a chime were familiar to Mira, which stirred her expectations again. Thedrick smiled softly watching her act that way.
ãI think you mentioned this is your first time traveling on a train, correct? Why donât you go watch it come to a stop? Iâve seen it many times before, but itâs always a sight to behold.ã
His advertising done, Thedrick spoke not as a merchant but as a regular person who wanted to share something he enjoyed with others.
Seeing Thedrick and the female guard grinning after the suggestion, Mira got curious.
ãWell, thanks for the sleeping bag then.ã
ãYouâre welcome, and hopefully we meet again soon. If you ever need any repairs done on the sleeping bag, or the repellentâs Magic Battery gets used up, just visit any of our stores.ã
Mira then ran off while waving at them, crossing a gate on the other end of the waiting room and coming out to the platform. Thedrick watched that eye-catching girl for a while, then checked the remaining contents of his suitcase.
(I ended up giving one away for free impulsively, but letâs hope it brings good results.)
Thedrick felt strangely fulfilled after the mysterious chance encounter, but he quickly put his mind to work on new ideas to sell.
The train had not reached the platform yet when Mira stepped on it. She gasped in admiration as she saw the tall arches holding the ceiling in place, and as she continued walking she saw the end of the platform that cut to a vertical fall. The white line mentioned in the announcement was painted a few paces before the border, it was thick and stood out against the black floor.
(This is far larger than I imagined...)
The platform was so spacious it could be mistaken for some military warehouse.
It was quite different from memories of train stations, which made her wonder if she had walked into the wrong place or if the vehicle arriving was even a train.
She waited together with a station worker when a high-pitched bell rang loudly. Then the ground seemed to groan and vibrate as if something was rumbling beneath the station.
The premium class platform was walled off to the side so she could not see too far away, but she knew something heavy and powerful was slowly approaching. A strong and warm steam whistle could be heard a distance away. Then it appeared together with the sound of compressed air leaving through valves and metal screeching.
It was an iron beast.
A gust of wind carried by the train entered the station and blew past her, picking up her silver hair and making it flutter behind until the train had stopped.
ãIs this the train..?ã
The black train stood imposing on the platform, Mira having to look up to see all of it. It was built after traditional steam locomotives, some vapor still escaping through a large black chimney affixed to the front. But its size was unlike anything Mira had seen before, the train looking more like a three-story residential building with wheels.
ãThe train on the left lane will depart at :0, exactly an hour from now. Please make sure to board on time. The train on the left lane...ã
The doors opened at the same time as the announcement was broadcasted, and a well-dressed and petite girl jumped out to the platform.
ãIâm first! Now tell me, Gordon, what are we riding in next?ã
ãYes milady, weâll proceed in a horse carriage from here onwards.ã
ãHorses again?! I told you Iâm already bored of them.ã
After the loud girl, a white-haired gentleman who she referred to as Gordon stepped out. He had wrinkles marked by his age, giving him a handsome appearance different from that of youth.
ãWhat do you want?ã
ã...ã
ãHey, Iâm talking to you!ã
ãHuh, me?ã
As they walked past Mira, the girl suddenly spoke out to her. She was frowning and seemed rather annoyed. Mira took a quick glance at her, she had blonde hair arranged into coils that fell down her shoulders, and wore a frilly and pompous dress. She was clearly the daughter of some rich family.
ãWhy are you staring at me like that? It makes me uncomfortable so please stop already.ã
The blonde girl spoke while tightly crossing her arms in front of her chest. Mira was confused hearing that.
(Whatâs she talking about..?)
Mira did not recall paying any attention to her until she spoke. Tracing her past actions back, Mira eventually got an idea of what had happened.
ãAhh, I wasnât looking at you, but at him. He truly captivates the essence of handsomeness.ã
Mira had been observing Gordon for a while. He was close to Miraâs ideal age, wearing tidily and with many small accessories that enhanced his clothes, including a monocle. To Mira who was still young, his appearance was very captivating and she wanted to keep it as a reference for the future.
ãWh... wha...ã
ãOh, you mean me? Iâm glad, albeit slightly embarrassed, to hear such kind words from a beautiful lady like yourself.ã
While trying to calm the girl who seemed about to burst, Gordon bowed elegantly and gave a kind smile.
ãSorry if I bothered you, Iâm going now.ã
Mira also bowed quickly and walked forward to board the train. When she passed by Gordon, she noticed a soft scent in the air, which impressed her even more.
(Was that cologne..? It was a pleasing scent without being overpowering. Simply perfection.)
He was a gentleman that not only took care of his clothing, but made sure he was presentable around others. Noticing that, Mira suddenly stood still and opened her collar a little, sticking her nose inside to smell herself.
ãHmmm... I canât tell.ã
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ãã²æçŽãæžããŠãã ããã | But what you're going to find eventually is you may need to actually get elected officials to help you out.
So, how do you do that?
One of the things I should probably tell you is, I worked for the Discovery Channel early in my career, and that sort of warped my framework.
So, when you start to think about politicians, you've got to realize these are strange creatures.
Other than the fact that they can't tell directions, and they have very strange breeding habits, how do you actually work with these things? What drives the political creature?
And there are two things that are primary in a politician's heart: One is reputation and influence.
a politician can do his job.
The second one -- unlike most animals, which is survival of the species -- this is preservation of self.
Now you may think it's money, but that's actually sort of a proxy to what I can do to preserve myself.
Now, the challenge with you moving your issue forward is these animals are getting broadcast to all the time.
So, what doesn't work, in terms of getting your issue to be important?
You can send them an email.
Well, unfortunately, I've got so many Viagra ads coming at me, your email is lost.
It doesn't matter, it's spam.
How about you get on the phone?
Well, chances are I've got a droid who's picking up the phone, "Yes, they called, and they said they didn't like it."
That doesn't move.
Face to face would work, but it's hard to set it up.
It's hard to get the context and actually get the communication to work.
Yes, contributions actually do make a difference and they set a context for having a conversation, but it takes some time to build up.
So what actually works?
And the answer is rather strange.
It's a letter.
We live in a digital world, but we're fairly analog creatures.
Letters actually work.
Even the top dog himself takes time every day to read 10 letters that are picked out by staff.
I can tell you that every official that I've ever worked with will tell you about the letters they get and what they mean.
So, how are you going to write your letter?
First of all, you're going to pick up an analog device: a pen.
I know these are tough, and you may have a hard time getting your hand bent around it, but this is actually critical.
you actually handwrite your letter.
It is so novel to see this, that somebody actually picked up an analog device and has written to me.
Second of all, I'm going to recommend that you get into a proactive stance and write to your elected officials at least once a month.
Here's my promise to you: If you are consistent and do this, within three months the elected official will start calling you when that issue comes up and say, "What do you think?"
Now, I'm going to give you a four paragraph format to work with.
Now, when you approach these animals, you need to understand there's a dangerous end to them, and you also need to approach them with some level of respect and a little bit of wariness.
So in paragraph number one, what I'm going to tell you to do is very simply this: You appreciate them.
You may not appreciate the person, you may not appreciate anything else, but maybe you appreciate the fact that they've got a tough gig.
When animals are going to make a point, they make the point.
They don't spend a lot of time dicking around.
So, here you go. Paragraph number two: You may actually have to just get very blunt and say what's really on your mind.
When you do this, don't attack people; you attack tactics.
Ad hominem attacks will get you nowhere.
Paragraph number three: When animals are attacked or cornered, they will fight to the death, so you have to give them an exit.
Most of the time, if they have an exit strategy, they should take it.
"Obviously, you're intelligent.
If you had the right information, you would have done the right thing." Lastly, you want to be the nurturing agent.
You're the safe place to come in to.
So, in paragraph number four, you're going to tell people, "If no one is providing you with this information, let me help." Animals do displays. They do two things: They warn you or they try to attract you and say, "We need to mate."
You're going to do that by the way you sign your letter.
You do a number of things: you're a vice president, you volunteer, you do something else.
Why is is this important?
Because this establishes the two primary criteria for the political creature: that you have influence in a large sphere, and that my preservation depends on you.
Here is one very quick hack, especially for the feds in the audience.
Here's how you mail your letter.
First of all, you send the original to the district office.
So, you send the copy to the main office.
If they follow protocol, they'll pick up the phone and say, "Hey, do you have the original?"
Then some droid in the back puts the name on a tickler and says, "Oh, this is an important letter."
And you actually get into the folder that the elected official actually has to read.
So, what your letter means: I've got to tell you, we are all in a party, and political officials are the pinatas.
We are harangued, lectured to, sold, marketed, but a letter is actually one of the few times that we have honest communication.
I got this letter when I was first elected, and I still carry it to every council meeting I go to.
This is an opportunity at real dialogue, and if you have stewardship and want to communicate, that dialogue is incredibly powerful.
So when you do that, here's what I can promise: You're going to be the 800 pound gorilla in the forest.
Get writing. | {
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