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It was nearly a weekâs journey.
And he left immediately after another week passed...he would arrive today.
I see... So that means itâs been two weeks since I came to this world... I didnât expect to be reminded in this way.
âOnce Lady Claire was safe and returned to the mansion, thanks to your help, we sent out another messenger to His Grace, but...â
âBut father would have left before that messenger arrived.â
âI see...â
He would have acted as soon as he received the first message.
Either he was a man of action, or he worried about his daughters too much... But it seemed a little rash for the head of a great house.
Perhaps he should have at least waited for the second message.,. Well, I was not in a position to be saying anything.
âYou know how father can be... It is more likely that he felt it was a good opportunity to tell me about the marriage proposals that have been piling up.â
âBut isnât he coming because he is worried about you? Perhaps he has forgotten all about that?â
âNo, Mr. Takumi. I can assure you that it is not the case.â
âSebastian...â
I suppose it was a kind of trust... Both Ms. Claire and Sebastian agreed that though he might have come out of concern for his daughterâs safety, there was no doubt that he had other intentions for coming...
A few moments later, Ms. Gelda brought Tilura to the dining hall after waking her up.
And then Leo, who had remained uninterested in our conversation, and the sleeping Sherry, got up and so we all ate.
Once we were about halfway through breakfast, Tilura started to ask Ms. Claire about why the maids were in such a rush. And upon hearing the reason, Tilura seemed to freeze.
The breakfast continued in a dark and gloomy mood until we were finished.
While it had been delicious...I couldnât really enjoy it amidst that atmosphere. Which made me feel bad for Ms. Helena.
But I also felt bad for the father. The mere suggestion of his presence had caused the two daughters and butler to fall into a bleak mood...
After breakfast, Ms. Claire, Tilura, and Sebastian went to a different room in order to discuss strategies for dealing with the duke.
It all seemed very overblown to me, but I just told myself that a young noblewoman likely had to do things in a proper way.
In any case, as I would not be able to test Weed Cultivation in the back garden, I decided to return to my room with Leo.
âWell, what should we do?â âWuff?â
I wondered as I sat down on the edge of my bed, and petted Leo, who was lying on the floor.
Leo looked at me questioningly with a tilt of her head, but I just patted her head as if she did not need to worry.
So, Ms. Claireâs father, the duke, would arrive shortly after lunch.
And since I was not able to use Weed Cultivation, I had quite a lot of time with nothing to do.
I could just rest or play with Leo. But I found that I felt quite restless.
It was likely due to nerves. For the first time, I was meeting someone in this world who had great authority as a noble.
While Ms. Claire was a noblewoman, she was not the head of the house. Besides, I had not known she was a noble when I first met her.
Ah, now that I think about it...
âMs. Lyra. Would these clothes be acceptable for meeting the duke?â
âAs Lady Claire explained earlier, His Grace does care about such things. So I believe that you should be fine.â
As she was charged with helping me, Ms. Lyra had followed us to my room. And according to her, my clothes were fine.
Still... Even if they said he didnât care about such things, there was always the possibility that I could make a bad first impression if I wasnât dressed properly...
Due to my work, I used to always wear a suit and tie.
There were strict rules about dressing properly, even if you werenât outside. And so the idea of meeting someone important was making me nervous...
âIf you are concerned about that... Didnât you have some clothes tailored for you in Ractos?â
âYes. I had a set made for me.â
âThen why donât you go and pick it up?â
I see. I had asked the tailor to make clothes that were similar to the ones that I had borrowed from Sebastian.
I had returned those clothes already, but the new ones were close enough to formal wear.
And while I could just borrow from Sebastian again, now seemed like a bad time to bother him...I didnât know anything about rejecting marriage proposals...and did not want to get involved.
âStill, if you are going to go to the town of Ractos, you will have to hurry, or you will not make it back before His Graceâs arrival.â
âAs for that, you donât have to worry. Right, Leo?â
âWuff!â
Leo nodded as if to say that I could count on her. Yes, she was very reliable.
Upon seeing this, Ms. Lyra nodded with satisfaction.
âI see. If you ride on the great Leo, then you will arrive in no time.â
And so I took Leo and left the mansion.
Before leaving, I asked Ms. Gelda to tell Ms. Claire and the others that I was going to Ractos in order to pick up my clothes.
They might worry about me if I left without saying anything.
And so we walked to the gate, and then I got up onto Leoâs back.
...And then...
âMs. Lyra... Could it be that you are coming too?â
âOf course, I am. I was charged with taking care of you, Mr. Takumi. Besides, I must pay the tailor.â
âAh...thatâs right... My apologies. Thank you.â
Yes, there was the matter of payment.
I had only paid for the clothes that I purchased and took back with me.
And until the contract was settled, and I started to sell the herbs and earn an income, I had no money whatsoever.
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âGoran, Eric. I want mithril and magic stones. Can you help me?â
âWell, I could help you. But what are you going to use them for?â
I explained it to them.
âOh? Thatâs good. The kingdomâs treasury can pay for that. Goran, Iâll leave the rest to you.â
âMithril and magic stones can be prepared as long as we have the money, so donât worry about that.â
Adventurers brought magic stones in every day.
And mithril was often brought into town from the mines.
âSerulis. We finished making the magic tool. Try putting it on.â
â...Mister Locke and Miss Philly. Thank you. Thank you so much.â
Serulis was very happy. Her eyes were even brimming with tears.
âSerulis, Iâm so happy for you.â
âNow you can come adventuring with us, sister Serulis.â
Shia and Nia said happily.
However, I wasnât so relieved just yet.
âSerulis. Put the bracelet on and come out to the garden.â
âHuh? Okay.â
When we were outside, I had Serulis and Kathe stand side by side.
And then I cast an illusion on both of them.
This was to see how strong the mental resistance was.
âUh...I saw a bear.â
âHmm? Yes, there was a bear. I see. You cast an illusion, didnât you? That wonât work on me.â
Serulis looked puzzled.
They had both seen the illusion, but they were not tricked by it.
So this at least meant that it had raised Serulisâs resistance.
âI see. Then what about this?â
I strengthened the magic a little by little. I wanted to see how far I could go.
âWoah.â
I had to use all my strength to eventually succeed in scaring both of them.
This meant that it was just as hard to fool Serulis as it was the wind dragon ruler.
âThere shouldnât be a problem if your resistance is this high now.â
âGood! Thank you so much, Mister Locke!â
âThank you for helping, Kathe.â
âIt is a rare experience to be able to have Locke cast an illusion on you. I shall boast about it to Leea. Still, that was very impressive, Locke.â
âReally?â
âI am the wind dragon ruler. That means I have a stronger resistance than most. And yet you were able to beat me.â
âBut it took me way too long, and I used up so much energy. I wouldnât have been able to do it during a real battle.â
Kathe laughed happily.
Then Serulis said,
âNow I can finally join the vampire hunters.â
âWell, wait a minute.â
âWhat?â
âYou have to have Goranâs permission.â
I said as I connected the bracelet to Goran.
âWhat is it? Locke? If itâs about the magic stones...â
âNo, thatâs not what it is.â
âDaddy!â
âHm? Serulis. What is it?â
Serulis explained the situation to him and asked for his permission.
Goran was hesitant at first, but ultimately gave his consent.
The next day, Shia, Nia, and Serulis left in order to meet up with the others of the beastkin tribe.
âBe careful.â
âI know. And thank you for everything, Mister Locke.â
âYour life is what is most important!â
âDonât worry, daddy.â
Goran could not help but be worried.
I also called out to my apprentice, Nia.
âYou be careful too.â
âI will!â
I was very worried.
I would have gone with them if we didnât have to protect the water dragon settlement.
âI know. I will do my best.â
Once the three of them were gone, I headed for the water dragon settlement. Grulf came with me.
âLocke. Iâm glad you came.â
âThank you.â
As always, Princess Leea and Grand Chamberlain Morris were there to greet us.
I took Grulf on a walk as I listened to them talk about the attacks on the settlement.
There were attacks every day.
They were mostly just strike-teams made up of lesser vampires. They were easy to drive back.
â...I think I will start staying the night here.â
âReally? That would be great.â
The dark ones generally attacked at night.
This was because the majority of the dark ones were nocturnal.
Morris said,
âStill, why do they keep sending lesser vampires?â
âYes... Perhaps they are searching for a hole in the barrier.â
âA hole?â
âThe dark ones are not stupid. They know that they cannot defeat you regardless of how many lessers they throw at you. So it must be to gather information.â
So there was a main army hiding nearby.
Once they found a weakness, they would come in all at once.
And so that was why I decided to stay the night.
âWe should inspect the barrier carefully every day.â
âWe do check it, but perhaps there is something we have overlooked. I would be glad if you could help.â
After that, it was decided that I would help protect the settlement at night and return to the capital in the morning.
In the city, I helped Philly make more magic tools.
As the process had been simplified, all I had to do was cast some magic on them at the end.
Of course, they were still not as good as the one we made for Serulis.
And then I returned to the water dragon settlement at night.
I also decided to fight in the front, even if they were just lesser vampires.
I thought that I might learn something about them.
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Merc, who had returned home, informed her parents, who were, to her surprise, both at home. She had already informed them of her plans, and after completing the Accolade, she had informed them that she would be leaving soon.
However, they had not anticipated it to be this soon. Her father, Oron, had a stern look on his face.
âMerc, think this through. You have a long life ahead of you. It wonât hurt to wait a few days longer. When you look back on your life, youâll see that these few days were nothing more than a blip on the radar, passing by without a secondâs thought.â
Oron, Mercâs father, had the appearance of a young man with an intelligent expression that was heightened by his glasses. He had a gentle attitude, owing to his occupation as a teacher, and Merc had never heard him yell.
Even now, Oron was speaking gently to Merc. Merc bent her head deeply in front of her father.
âThat might be so. However, I may never have another opportunity to accompany the adventurers outside of the village like this. I beg you, Father. Please let me go.â
Oron was taken aback when he saw his daughter, who rarely bowed her head, begging him with it bowed.
He knew Merc was serious about this, and he also knew she was a stubborn person that would accomplish anything she set her mind to. Oron was well aware that if he did not approve of her, she would flee the house in the worst-case situation.
âTeruse...â
Teruse, Mercâs mother, who had her daughterâs blond hair and jade-green eyes, said nonchalantly.
âSheâs already been approved as an adult and sheâs strong enough to protect herself. She wonât embarrass us no matter where she goes with the way she is.â
âThatâs not the point. The reason I donât want to let her go is because...â
âBecause what? Because youâre worried for her? Do you intend to confine her to the house for the rest of her life?â
âThatâs not...â
âThen when do you plan to let her go? Sheâs already an adult and sheâs also stronger than you. Do you plan to let her go when you stop being worried? Will that day ever come I wonder?â
This always happens... I feel sorry for Father.
Merc couldnât recall ever seeing her father defeat her mother, whether in terms of physical power or arguments.
âIâm also worried about her. Itâs only natural that Iâd be. Iâm her parent as well, after all. However, I believe in her. I have high hopes for her, as well. I believe Merc will be able to persevere on the path she has chosen for herself.â
âTeruse...â
âDear, Iâm sure youâre aware that Merc has been diligently training each day. Miss Rosemary, who is notorious for refusing disciples, accepted her and Merc completed her training.â
âDear, what do you think we as parents can do to help our child who has been working hard to achieve her goal?â
Teruse sneaked in and gently inquired of Oron, who seemed like he had already lost. It was a prime example of the carrot and stick approach. Oron sighed reluctantly and spoke, knowing exactly what Teruse was after.
âI know, okay! I know... The only thing we can do is support her decision.â
After persuading her parents, Merc changed into more comfortable clothing and, as usual, wrapped her wooden stick around her waist.
She didnât need to prepare for an adventure as sheâd be entering human territory straight after exiting the forest that encircled the village. Thatâs why she didnât bring any food or a change of clothes with her. She didnât even have a bag with her.
She would undoubtedly require one in the future if she were to become an adventurer, but she could easily obtain one in human territory, where they were more commonplace than in the elf village. She could also purchase a sword if the necessity arose.
âHave a safe trip, Sis.â
Law, who had been silent throughout Mercâs persuasion of their parents, spoke to her as she was about to leave the house. Despite the fact that they had said farewell during the Accolade, Merc was delighted he had spoken to her one last time.
Law, like his sister, had a bright smile on his face, implying that he had moved on.
âDo you remember what I told you that night, Sis?â
âOf course. You are welcome to visit me at any time. Iâll also send letters from time to time.â
âFufu. Iâm not going to hold my breath for them. After all, Sis, itâs you weâre talking about.â
Merc gave her cheeky brother a little hit on the head and then turned grandiosely to brush off any lingering feelings she might have had.
âIâm going.â
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Its species name is Sequoia sempervirens.
Sequoia sempervirens is the tallest living organism on Earth.
The range of the species goes up to as much as 380 feet tall.
That's 38 stories tall.
These are trees that would stand out in midtown Manhattan.
Nobody knows how old the oldest living Coast Redwoods are because nobody has ever drilled into any of them to count their annual growth rings, and, in any case, the centers of the oldest individuals appear to be hollow.
But it's believed that the oldest living Redwoods are perhaps 2,500 years old -- roughly the age of the Parthenon -- although it's also suspected that there may be individual trees that are older than that.
You can see the range of the Coast Redwoods. It's here, in red.
The largest individuals of this species, the dreadnoughts of their kind, live just on the north coast of California, In recent historic times, about 96 percent of the Coast Redwood forest was cut down, especially in a series of bursts of intense liquidation logging, clear-cutting that took place in the 1970s through the early 1990s.
Even so, about four percent of the primeval Redwood rainforest remains intact, wild and now protected -- entirely protected -- in a chain of small parks strung out like pearls along the north coast of California, including Redwood National Park.
But curiously, Redwood rainforests, the fragments that we have left, to this day remain under-explored.
Redwood rainforest is incredibly difficult to move through, and even today, individual trees are being discovered that have never been seen before, including, in the summer of 2006, Hyperion, the world's tallest tree.
I'm going to do a little Gedanken experiment.
I'm going to ask you to imagine what a Redwood really is as a living organism.
And, Chris, if I could have you up here? I have a tape measure.
It's a kind loaner from TED.
And Chris, if you could take the end of that tape measure?
We're going to show you what the diameter at breast height of a big Redwood is.
Unfortunately, this tape isn't long enough -- it's only a 25-foot tape.
Chris, could you extend your arm out that way? There we go. OK.
And maybe about here, about 30 feet, is the diameter of a big Redwood.
Now, let your imagination go upward into space.
Think about this tree, rising upward into Redwood space, 325 feet, 32 stories, an individual living organism articulating its forms upward into space over long periods of time.
The Redwood species seems to exist in another kind of time: not human time, but what we might call Redwood time.
Redwood time moves at a more stately pace than human time.
To us, when we look at a Redwood tree, it seems to be motionless and still, and yet Redwoods are constantly in motion, moving upward into space, articulating themselves and filling Redwood space over Redwood time, over thousands of years.
Plant this small seed, wait 2,000 years, and you get this: the Lost Monarch.
It dwells in the Grove of Titans on the north coast, and was discovered in 1998.
And yet, when you look at the base of a Redwood tree, you're not seeing the organism.
You're like a mouse looking at the foot of an elephant, and most of the organism is overhead, unseen.
I became very interested, and I wrote about a couple.
Steve Sillett and Marie Antoine are the principal explorers of the Redwood forest canopy. They're world-class athletes, and they also are world-class forest ecology scientists.
Steve Sillett, when he was a 19-year-old college student at Reed College, had heard that the Redwood forest canopy is considered to be a so-called Redwood desert.
That is to say, at that time it was believed that there was nothing up there except the branches of Redwood trees.
And with a friend of his, he took it upon himself to free-climb a Redwood without ropes or any equipment to see what was up there.
He climbed up a small tree next to this giant Redwood, and then he leaped through space and grabbed a branch with his hands, and ended up hanging, like catching a bar of a trapeze.
And then, from there, he climbed directly up the bark until he got to the top of the tree.
His friend, a guy named Marwood Harris, was following behind.
Neither one of them had noticed that there was a Yellow Jacket wasp's nest the size of a bowling ball hanging from the branch that Steve had jumped into.
And when Marwood made the jump, he was covered with wasps stinging him in the face and eyes. He nearly let go.
He would have fallen to his death, being 75 feet above the ground.
But they made it to the top, and what they found was not a Redwood desert, but a lost world -- a kind of three-dimensional labyrinth in the air, filled with unknown life.
Now, I had been working on other topics: the emergence of infectious diseases, which come out of the natural ecosystems of the Earth, make a trans-species jump, and get into humans.
After three books on this, it got to be a bit much, in a way.
My wife and I adore our children.
And I began climbing trees with my kids as just something to do with them, using the so-called arborist climbing technique, with ropes. You use ropes to get yourself up into the crown of a tree.
Children are incredibly adept at climbing trees.
That's my son, Oliver.
They don't seem to suffer from the same fear of heights that humans do.
If ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny, then children are somewhat closer to our roots as primates in the arboreal forest.
Humans appear to be the only primates that I know of that are afraid of heights.
All other primates, when they're scared, they run up a tree, where they feel safe.
We camped overnight in the trees, in tree boats.
This is my daughter Laura, then 15, looking out of a tree boat.
She's, by the way, tied in with a rope so she can't fall.
Looking out of a tree boat in the morning and hearing birdsong coming in three dimensions around us.
We had been visited in the night by flying squirrels, who don't seem to recognize humans for what they are because they've never seen them in the canopy before.
And we practiced advanced techniques like sky-walking, where you can move from tree to tree through space, rather like Spiderman.
It became a writing project.
When Steve Sillett gets up into a big Redwood, he fires an arrow, which trails a fishing line, which gets over a branch in the tree, and then you ascend up a rope which has been dragged into the tree by the line.
You ascend 30 stories.
There are two people climbing this tree, Gaya, which is thought to be one of the oldest Redwoods. There they are.
They are only one-seventh of the way up that tree.
You do feel a sense of exposure.
There is a small person right down there on the ground.
You feel like you're climbing a wall of wood.
But then you enter the Redwood canopy, and it's like coming through a layer of clouds.
And all of a sudden, you lose sight of the ground, and you also lose sight of the sky, and you're in a three-dimensional labyrinth in the air filled with hanging gardens of ferns growing out of soil, which is populated with all kinds of small organisms.
There are epiphytes, plants that grow on trees.
These are huckleberry bushes.
Many species of mosses, and then all sorts of lichens just plastering the tree.
When you get near the top of the tree, you feel like you can't fall -- in fact, it's difficult to move.
You're worming your way through branches which are crowded with living things that don't occur near the ground.
It's like scuba diving into a coral reef, except you're going upward instead of downward.
And then the trees tend to flare out into platform-like areas at the top.
Maria's sitting on one of them.
These limbs could be five to six hundred years old.
Redwoods grow very slowly in their tops.
They also have a feature: thickets of huckleberry bushes that grow out of the tops of Redwood trees that are technically known as huckleberry afros, and you can sit there and snack on the berries while you're resting.
Redwoods have an enormous surface area that extends upward into space because they have a propensity to do something called reiteration.
A Redwood is a fractal. And as they put out limbs, the limbs burst into small trees, copies of the Redwood.
Now, here we see a reiteration in Chronos, one of the older Redwoods.
that comes out the tree itself.
This buttress is less than halfway up the tree.
And then it bursts into a forest of Redwoods.
This particular extra trunk is a meter across at the base and extends upward for 150 feet.
It's as big as any of the biggest trees east of the Mississippi River, and yet it's only a minor feature on Chronos.
This three-dimensional map of the crown structure of a Redwood named Iluvatar, made by Steve Sillett, Marie Antoine and their colleagues, gives you an idea.
What you're seeing here is a hierarchical schematic development of the trunks of this tree as it has elaborated itself over time into six layers of fractal, of trunks springing from trunks springing from trunks. I asked Steve to put a human being in this to give a sense of scale.
There's the person, right there. The person is waving to us.
I've wanted to ask Craig Venter if it would be possible to insert a synthetic chromosome into a human so that we could reiterate ourselves if we wanted to.
And if we were able to reiterate, then the fingers of our hand would be people who looked like us, and they would have people on their hands and so on.
And if we had Redwood-like biology, we would have six layers of people on our hands, as it were.
And it would be a lovely thing to be able to wave to someone and have all our reiterations wave at the same time.
To reiterate the point, let's go closer into Iluvatar.
We're looking at that yellow box.
And this hallucinatory drawing shows you -- everything you see in this drawing is Iluvatar.
These are millennial structures -- portions of the tree that are believed to be more than 1,000 years old.
There are four humans in this shot -- one, two, three, four.
And there's also something that I want to show you.
This is a flying buttress.
Redwoods grow back into themselves as they expand into space, and this flying buttress is a limb shot out of that small trunk, going back into the main trunk and fusing with it.
Flying buttresses, just as in a cathedral, help strengthen the crown of the tree and help the tree exist longer through time.
The scientists are doing all kinds of experiments in these trees.
They've wired them like patients in an ICU.
They're finding out that Redwoods can move moisture out of the air and down into their trunks, possibly all the way into their root systems.
They also have the ability to put roots anywhere in the tree itself.
If a portion of a Redwood is rotting, the Redwood will send roots into its own form and draw nutrients out of itself as it falls apart.
If we had Redwood-like biology, if we got a touch of gangrene in our arm then we could just, you know, extract the nutrients extract the nutrients and the moisture out of it until it fell off.
Canopy soil can occur up to a meter deep, hundreds of feet above the ground, and there are organisms in this soil that have, as yet, no names.
This is an unnamed species of copepod. A copepod is a crustacean.
These copepods are a major constituent of the oceans, and they are a major part of the diet of grazing baleen whales.
What they're doing in the Redwood forest canopy soil hundreds of feet above the ocean, or how they got there, is completely unknown.
There are some interesting theories that, if I had time, I would tell you about.
But as you go and you look closer at a tree, what you see is, you see increasing complexity.
We're looking at the very top of Gaya, which is thought to be the oldest Redwood.
Gaya may be 3,000 to 5,000 years old, no one really knows, but its top has broken off and it's been rotting back now.
This little Japanese garden-like creation probably took 700 years to form in its complexity that we see right now.
As you look at a tree, it takes a magnifying glass to see a giant tree.
I have to show you something unfortunately very sad at the conclusion of this talk.
The Eastern Hemlock tree has often been described as the Redwood of the East.
And we're moving in a full circle now.
In the 1950s, a small organism appeared in Richmond, Virginia, called the Hemlock woolly adelgid.
It made a trans-species jump out of some other organism in Asia, where it was living on Hemlock trees in Asia.
When it moved into its new host, the Eastern Hemlock tree, it escaped its predators, and the new tree had no resistance to it.
The Eastern Hemlock forest is being considered in some ways the last fragments of primeval rainforest east of the Mississippi River.
I hadn't even known that there were rainforests in the east, but in Great Smoky Mountains National Park it can rain up to 100 inches of rain a year.
And in the last two to three summers, these invasive organisms, this kind of Ebola of the trees, as it were, has swept through the primeval Hemlock forest of the east, and has absolutely wiped it out. I climbed there this past summer.
This is Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and the Hemlocks are dead as far as the eye can see.
of the Eastern Hemlock species -- that is to say, its extinction from nature due to this invading parasite -- but we're also seeing the death of an incredibly complex ecosystem for which these trees are merely the substrate for the aerial labyrinth of the sky that exists in their crowns.
It's absolutely heartbreaking to see.
One of the things that is just -- I almost can't conceive it -- is the idea that the national news media hasn't picked this up at all, and this is the devastation of one of the most important ecosystems in North America.
What can the Redwoods tell us about ourselves?
Well, I think they can tell us something about human time.
The flickering, transitory quality of human time and the brevity of human life -- the necessity to love.
But we're different from trees, and they can also teach us something about ourselves in the differences that we have.
We are human, and we have the capacity to love, we have the capacity to wonder, and we have a sort of boundless curiosity, a restless inquisitiveness that so suits us as primates, I think.
And at least for me, personally, the trees have taught me an entirely new way of loving my children.
Exploring with them the forest canopy has been one of the most lovely things of my existence on Earth.
And I think that one of the happiest things is the sense that with my children I've been able to introduce them into the very small circle of humans who are lucky enough, or possibly stupid enough, to still climb trees.
Thank you very much.
Chris Anderson: I think at a previous TED, I think it was Nathan Myhrvold who told me that it was thought that because these trees are like, 2,000 years and older, on many of them there are ecosystems where there are species that are not found anywhere on the Earth except on that one tree. Is that correct?
Richard Preston: Yes, that is correct. I mentioned Hyperion, the world's tallest tree.
And I was a member of a climbing team that made the first climb of it, in 2006.
And while we were climbing Hyperion, Marie Antoine spotted an unknown species of golden-brown ant about halfway up the trunk.
Ants are not known to occur in Redwood trees, curiously enough, and we wondered whether this ant, this species of ant, was only endemic to that one tree, or possibly to that grove.
And in subsequent climbs they could never find that ant again, and so no specimens have ever been collected.
We don't know what it is -- we just know it's there.
CA: So, you have to wonder when, you know, if some other species than us was recording the stories that mattered on Earth, you know, our stories are about Iraq and war and politics and celebrity gossip.
You've just told us a different story of this tragic arms race that's happening, and maybe whole ecosystems gone forever.
It's an amazing sense of wonder you've given me, and a sense of just how fragile this whole thing is.
RP: It is fragile, and you know, I think about emerging human diseases -- parasites that move into the human species.
But that's just a very small facet of a much greater problem of invasions of species worldwide, all through the ecosystems, and you know, the Earth itself -- CA: Partly caused by us, inadvertently.
RP: Caused by humans. Caused by the movement of humans.
You can think of the Earth's biosphere as a palace, and the continents are rooms in the palace, and the islands are small rooms.
But lately, the doors of the palace have been flung open, and the walls are coming down.
CA: Richard Preston, thank you very much, I think.
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In addition to the difference in levels between the two sides being a problem, they were also fundamentally disadvantaged.
The enemy was a mass of water whom physical attacks did not work against, and in comparison, the Heroâs party consisted of a Sword Saint, a mercenary, adventurers, and a knight.
The only support member of the party was an elf nii-san... Cruz, but all he was doing was being a coward in regard to me and had no intention of doing anything. The only one who could be of any use was the young Hero boy, Sei.
If I recalled correctly, even when the Hero class was low levelled, they were able to learn some fantastic support skills. Therefore, he might not be useless if he was assigned a supportive role.
Having said that, the best case scenario would be to recall Virgo and Aries, scatter the enemy with Libraâs firepower, and during the time the enemy was scattered as mana, I would gather it all and turn it into an apple.
âBut it looks like... mana was just forcibly gathered without regard to anything.â
âYeah, itâs a little bit of a hassle, isnât it? It looks like mana was gathered not just from this countryâs vicinity but also from other places, as if that thing was a vacuum cleaner.â
Looking from a distance, I saw that Virgo was trying her best to try and erase the mana. However, it did not look like she would manage to erase it in time.
Or rather, was that not Parthenosâs skill?
If I recalled correctly, the name of the skill was [Vindemiatrix] or something... but it was a skill with its only use being erasure of mana. Although it was convenient in some circumstances, it was a niche and situational skill as it was too limited in where it could be used.
Nevertheless, in this world where the law âdemon race = manaâ was applied, it was an effective attack when used against the demons.
That Parthenos... looked like these were the kinds of things she had been teaching Virgo.
In all likelihood, it had originally been using only the mana in this countryâs vicinity. However, in retaliation against Virgo, it had likely started gathering mana from elsewhere.
The water monster was getting bigger and bigger by gathering and absorbing mana not just from this country but also from places that were completely unrelated.
Although we could still deal with the situation currently, if it continued to gather all the mana from the whole of Midgard, we might be in a bit of trouble.
Anyways, in a nutshell, all we had to do was prevent that from happening.
I created a white light ball on my palm and shot it towards the sky.
The moment I activated the spell with its name, the light ball expanded and widened, eventually turning into a light dome which covered the whole capital.
[Breidablik] â the effect of the skill was an area-of-effect debuff on all the enemies.
Upon the activation of the skill, it decreased the magic power of all within the area regardless of whether they were enemies or allies.
It was a very hard-to-use skill which could even be negative for the userâs side depending on how the player used it because the skill would also affect the magic-type players on the casterâs side.
On the other hand, if the party was nothing but muscle brains who had no idea what magic was, it was a great support skill with very little else on par.
The background setting said this is a skill to block the flow of mana, so I tried using it because I thought it would be useful, and it looks like I was spot on.
I was successful in completely stopping the inflow of mana from the outside.
As I was showing a smug look on my face, I heard the noise of someone collapsing. When I turned back to look behind me, the tiger Sword Saint-san had collapsed on the ground.
âErr.... Ruphas-sama. You know, how do I put this... this mana repellent field is very effective on magical beasts and beastkin... so, inside this field, the beastkin become unable to freely move around, normally. And to top that off, if you consider how this field was made by Ruphas-samaâs power without holding back... unless theyâre at the same tier as the Stars, I donât think they will even be able to freely move their fingers...â
After listening to Dinaâs troubled explanation, I questioned whether I was hearing things correctly.
Eh? Really? This is supposed to be a debuff meant to be for the enemy, what do you mean even the allies are getting debuffed?
I hastily turned to glance towards Aigokeros and the rest to check whether they were affected or not.
âPlease do not worry, my master. Although there is a little bit of an effect, with our abilities, we are more than capable of performing normally.â
âAaann~ a bondage play from Ruphas-sama is a treat~.â
âNo problem! Itâs just the right amount of handicap!â
âThere is absolutely no effect on me.â
Hmm, it seemed there was some form of adverse effect on Aigokeros, Scorpius, and Karkinos, however, there would be no problem towards their performance.
As for Libra, there was absolutely no effect, huh.
Back in the game, whether the enemy was a player or a golem, it would be weakened by the skill, but... this is quite different here.
I mean, Libraâs not getting affected at all but the allies are getting affected.
Unless the situation was similar to this time, this skill did not look like it would be used frequently.
âMa, mana repellent barrier... not to mention the whole capital in an instant...â
âCruz-san, how large is this capital again?â
â.... Itâs about km. If itâs purely based on the surface area, itâs even greater than Svalinn.â
âSo approximately .5 times the size of Tokyo prefecture... to cover that whole area in an instant... isnât the scale too out of whack?â
After listening to Cruzâs explanation, I gave off a sigh after getting reminded of how unreasonably small the area for this country was.
Even if it was not official, it was a country where many different races and species resided. Despite being an autocratic country led by an emperor, the surface area of this country was only a hairâs length bigger than Tokyo prefecture.
Again, I was forcibly made to realise just how small the living space of the humanoids was at this moment.
This... combining all the available areas, isnât the living space of the humanoids only a little more than the area of Japan?
... Well, whatever. In regards to this issue, itâll be solved one way or another if we eradicate the demons.
âWeâre heading to assist Virgo now. Everyone, follow me.â
I grabbed the young man Sei, tucked him under my arms, and spread my wings to fly up. Shortly after, Libra flew up whilst grabbing Dina, followed by Aigokeros who was grabbing onto Karkinos.
Although I had forgotten, Aigokeros was not unable to fly...
Scorpius stretched her braided hair, hooked it onto the mountain (apparently called Hnitbjorg), and launched herself up by quickly shortening her hair.
That range is quite insane, oi.
Although this was an irrelevant observation, she looked quite foolish because when she launched herself with her hair, she was flying backwards.
Oh, also, the Heroâs party was carried along with my telekinesis which I had not used much lately.
We landed right near Virgo who was fighting at the mountain and took the time to re-evaluate the blob of water.
Now that Iâm having a closer look, itâs pretty big, huh. Itâs full length... itâs probably well over 1km?
If it continued to become bigger, it even looked like it would be able to swallow Blutgang.
âRuphas-sama!â
âVirgo, are you hurt?â
I dropped Sei nearby and examined Virgo with [Observation Eyes].
There was barely any damage done to her. It looked like Aries had properly managed to protect her.
Additionally, there was also barely any damage done to Aries himself. It looked like they had managed to fight with quite a bit of leeway.
Once he noticed me, he turned back into his human form and landed next to me.
Although this was irrelevant to the current matter, he was wearing his clothes properly. He probably quickly changed into it when he transformed back.
âRuphas-sama, Iâm sorry. That guy... however much I burn him, he regenerates instantly...â
âAhh, donât worry about it. Good job on protecting Virgo.â
My orders for Aries was to be Virgoâs support.
He had followed my orders faithfully and also managed to successfully protect Virgo. As such, there was no reason for me to reprimand him.
In regard to this giant blob of water, it was just a bad match-up. After all, Aries did not have any skill that he could use to erase mana.
If it had been me or Aigokeros, we could have managed it in any number of ways... But since I was here already...
I think I will let Virgo have the honour this time.
I activated an [Esper] class skill and used telekinesis on the giant blob of water.
[Psycho Compression]... well, it was a skill which could be used on a weak enemy to immobilise it for a short amount of time whilst dealing damage to it.
By strongly using that skill, I was able to put pressure on the giant blob of water and ultimately compress it.
Have you ever thought about something like this when you were a child? Assuming there was a container which would never break, what would happen to the water inside if you continued to put water in while making the container smaller and smaller?
Once the liquid is compressed to a certain degree, it becomes unable to be compressed any further, and due to the resistant force applied by the water to the container, the container breaks.
However, in this situation, the container absolutely could not be broken.
That was what I was doing at this moment. Right now, I had created an invisible container which enveloped the giant blob of water and enclosed the water inside.
And without holding back, I continued to decrease the volume of the invisible container and compressed the water.
Although the temperature also served as a factor, at around 3500 atmospheric pressure, the water would turn into a substance called Ice V and at above 6200 atmospheric pressure, it would turn into Ice VI.
Because I had never measured how strong my telekinesis was, I did not know what kind of substance it was at that point. However, I could verify it by just looking at how the water had turned into small pieces of ice.
Hmm... maybe I will try and experiment around with charcoal next time.
If I recalled correctly, for carbon to turn into a diamond, the required pressure was approximately one million. So if the charcoal turned into a diamond, I would be able to prove that my telekinesis had enough pressure to rival about one million atmospheric pressure.
.... Though... in this world where the Laws of Physics-san was sabotaging things, it might not be much of an indicator though.
If it was this world, let alone charcoal, it would not be strange for the rocks to turn into diamonds. After all, everything was possible in this world.
By this point, the giant blob of water was no longer able to maintain its form and had already been broken down into mana. As I had forcibly compressed that mana, it had turned into a strange crystal.
â........... A le, legendary magic stone which is only created when a large amount of mana is compressed to an extreme limit...A mana diamond... it, it really existed... or more like... is it even something that can be created by someone....?â
Cruz was muttering something absentmindedly. I wondered what was going on with him.
When I was wondering that, Dina whispered and taught me the situation.
âAhh, the crystal that Ruphas-sama just created is thought to be an illusory item that no one in Midgard had ever seen until now. Even two hundred years ago, Ruphas-sama and the others thought it would be a hassle... so you never showed it to the others in public and only used it as a material to craft your own accessories.â
âOh, I see. A rare item, huh.â
It seemed that I had unintentionally created a fairly rare item just now.
It might actually be a useful material for alchemy.
But we had to give the highest priority right now to allowing Virgo to play a role. For that purpose, I could forego one rare item.
I quickly made that decision, levitated the crystal in the air, and moved it to a position that Virgo could easily aim at.
âNow, Virgo, itâs time to end it. Be flashy.â
âYe, yes!â
Although it was currently a crystallised chunk of mana, if it was destroyed, it would revert back to water.
As such, it was time for Virgo to shine.
Following her response, she raised both her hands and produced a shiny and pure white light between her hands.
âVindemiatrix!â
An absolute magic negation skill that would completely erase mana.
Virgo illuminated the crystal with the niche and situational skill that only Parthenos could use even back in the game.
When it did, the crystal, which was compressed to its limit, faded and completely disappeared from this world.
âThe mana diamond gottttâ! The legendary crystal justâ!?â
Unfortunately for Cruz who started shrieking with a voice as if he was dying, nobody cared about the state of his heart.
Because I was informed about the value of the crystal, I could partly understand why he was shrieking, however, I still questioned the need to shout all that out loud.
Oh, he burnt out looking white as a ghost and collapsed. I guess everythingâs over for this guy.
â...........â
Whilst sitting down on the throne, the Demon King Orm opened his eyes.
Just then, in a land far away, a spark of fake life had been extinguished.
Furthermore, the one who had sent that life to their death was none other than himself.
Because Venus was chased away, there was no one else who could make the 7 Luminaries dance on the palm of their hand â that was what Terra thought.
That line of thought was not incorrect; it was a fact. The decision made by Terra was indeed correct.
Nevertheless, the seeds had already been sown.
With the knowledge of Draupnirâs guardian deity poisoned, if one were to consider Mercuriusâs personality combined with his affection towards Luna, it would be easy to predict what possible routes he might take next. In actual fact, Mercurius had been running on rails which had led to the certain destruction that was prepared for him.
The only thing left to enable it to happen was for the Demon King, who had now gained the power to change the fate of the demon race, to show interest in the head of the guardian deity when he really wasnât interested in it at all.
With just that, Mercurius would have walked on the path to destroy himself. And the reality showed that it was indeed the case.
Exactly â the one who was leading the 7 Luminaries to destruction wasnât Venus alone.
The 7 Luminariesâ leader, the Demon King himself was the one who most wished the demon race, which was the magic of the Goddess, to disappear from around him.
Orm pointed his eyebrows down in sorrow whilst fiddling with the key that he had previously taken from Castor in his hand.
âAre you worried about something?â
A voice came from behind and Dina showed her face from behind the throne.
As usual, it was a ghost-like entrance from her. By the time one realised, she would have popped out from somewhere and would be talking to you.
Orm faintly smiled and put the key back down.
âHmm, nothing much really... I just remembered the eyes of Mercurius.â
âEyes, you said?â
âYeah. ... The eyes that he had when he came to petition me whilst filled with his affection for Luna were very serious, you see. Sometimes, I get this thought. Whether theyâre really dolls or not.â
In response to Orm muttering things, Dina unexpectedly thinned the opening of her eyes then followed up with a quiet voice and a tone which lacked any form of emotion.
âTheyâre dolls. Whether they have individuality or have feelings for another, itâs all irrelevant. Dolls are still dolls. They move the way their owner wants them to and at the very end, theyâre thrown away. Itâs the fate that they have.â
âQuite harsh.â
âBecause itâs a fact. Wouldnât you think itâs creepy for a doll to move on its own without the will of the owner? Thatâs why, the only thing they can do is to sneakily move around whilst trying not to get caught. If they donât want to get thrown away, they have to return to their original position before they are found and appeal, âIâm a doll.â If they donât... theyâll be chucked away.â
Orm closed his eyes and put all his weight on his back.
He was expressionless at that moment and what he was thinking could not be read.
âBut Mercurius did not move in a way that went against the will of the Goddess.â
âYou might be right. But the answer is simple in that case. Thereâs another bad doll in the midst whoâs going around breaking other dolls. If theyâre found out, theyâre definitely going straight to the bin, donât you agree?â
âHow scary. Do you think Iâm also going to get thrown away?â
âYou might be. Or perhaps... youâve already been thrown away?â
Dina smiled faintly as if to mock him, followed by Orm laughing in return.
In that throne room where the two of them were present, only the eyes of the King of demons and the blue-haired young girl shone in a strangely creepy way. | {
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And if I succeed in doing that, maybe you would go back with the thought that you could build on, and perhaps help me do my work.
The first piece of the puzzle is remoteness and the quality of education.
Now, by remoteness, I mean two or three different kinds of things.
Of course, remoteness in its normal sense, which means that as you go further and further away from an urban center, you get to remoter areas.
What happens to education?
The second, or a different kind of remoteness is that within the large metropolitan areas all over the world, you have pockets, like slums, or shantytowns, or poorer areas, which are socially and economically remote from the rest of the city, so it's us and them.
What happens to education in that context?
So keep both of those ideas of remoteness.
We made a guess. The guess was that schools in remote areas do not have good enough teachers.
If they do have, they cannot retain those teachers.
They do not have good enough infrastructure.
And if they had some infrastructure, they have difficulty maintaining it.
But I wanted to check if this is true. So what I did last year was we hired a car, looked up on Google, found a route into northern India from New Delhi which, you know, which did not cross any big cities or any big metropolitan centers. Drove out about 300 kilometers, and wherever we found a school, administered a set of standard tests, and then took those test results and plotted them on a graph.
The graph was interesting, although you need to consider it carefully.
I mean, this is a very small sample; you should not generalize from it.
But it was quite obvious, quite clear, that for this particular route that I had taken, the remoter the school was, the worse its results seemed to be.
That seemed a little damning, and I tried to correlate it with things like infrastructure, or with the availability of electricity, and things like that.
To my surprise, it did not correlate.
It did not correlate with the size of classrooms.
It did not correlate with the quality of the infrastructure.
It did not correlate with the poverty levels. It did not correlate.
to each of these schools, with one single question for the teachers -- which was, "Would you like to move to an urban, metropolitan area?" -- 69 percent of them said yes. And as you can see from that, they say yes just a little bit out of Delhi, and they say no when you hit the rich suburbs of Delhi -- because, you know, those are relatively better off areas --
and then from 200 kilometers out of Delhi, the answer is consistently yes.
I would imagine that a teacher who comes or walks into class every day thinking that, I wish I was in some other school, probably has a deep impact on what happens to the results.
So it looked as though teacher motivation and teacher migration was a powerfully correlated thing with what was happening in primary schools, as opposed to whether the children have enough to eat, and whether they are packed tightly into classrooms and that sort of thing. It appears that way.
When you take education and technology, then I find in the literature that, you know, things like websites, collaborative environments -- you've been listening to all that in the morning -- it's always piloted first in the best schools, the best urban schools, and, according to me, biases the result.
The literature -- one part of it, the scientific literature -- consistently blames ET as being over-hyped and under-performing.
The teachers always say, well, it's fine, but it's too expensive for what it does.
Because it's being piloted in a school where the students are already getting, let's say, 80 percent of whatever they could do.
You put in this new super-duper technology, and now they get 83 percent.
So the principal looks at it and says, 3 percent for 300,000 dollars? Forget it.
If you took the same technology and piloted it into one of those remote schools, where the score was 30 percent, and, let's say, took that up to 40 percent -- that will be a completely different thing.
So the relative change that ET, Educational Technology, would make, would be far greater at the bottom of the pyramid than at the top, but we seem to be doing it the other way about.
So I came to this conclusion that ET should reach the underprivileged first, not the other way about.
And finally came the question of, how do you tackle teacher perception?
Whenever you go to a teacher and show them some technology, the teacher's first reaction is, you cannot replace a teacher with a machine -- it's impossible.
I don't know why it's impossible, but, even for a moment, if you did assume that it's impossible -- I have a quotation from Sir Arthur C. Clarke, the science fiction writer whom I met in Colombo, and he said something which completely solves this problem.
He said a teacher than can be replaced by a machine, should be.
So, you know, it puts the teacher into a tough bind, you have to think. Anyway, so I'm proposing that an alternative primary education, whatever alternative you want, is required where schools don't exist, where schools are not good enough, where teachers are not available or where teachers are not good enough, for whatever reason.
If you happen to live in a part of the world where none of this applies, then you don't need an alternative education.
So far I haven't come across such an area, except for one case. I won't name the area, because we have perfect teachers and perfect schools.
There are such areas, but -- anyway, I'd never heard that anywhere else.
I'm going to talk about children and self-organization, and a set of experiments which sort of led to this idea of what might an alternative education be like.
They're called the hole-in-the-wall experiments.
I'll have to really rush through this. They're a set of experiments.
The first one was done in New Delhi in 1999.
And what we did over there was pretty much simple.
I had an office in those days which bordered a slum, an urban slum, so there was a dividing wall between our office and the urban slum.
They cut a hole inside that wall -- which is how it has got the name hole-in-the-wall -- and put a pretty powerful PC into that hole, sort of embedded into the wall so that its monitor was sticking out at the other end, a touchpad similarly embedded into the wall, put it on high-speed Internet, put the Internet Explorer there, put it on Altavista.com -- in those days -- and just left it there.
And this is what we saw.
So that was my office in IIT. Here's the hole-in-the-wall.
About eight hours later, we found this kid.
To the right is this eight-year-old child who -- and to his left is a six-year-old girl, who is not very tall.
And what he was doing was, he was teaching her to browse.
So it sort of raised more questions than it answered.
Is this real? Does the language matter, because he's not supposed to know English?
Will the computer last, or will they break it and steal it -- and did anyone teach them?
The last question is what everybody said, but you know, I mean, they must have poked their head over the wall and asked the people in your office, can you show me how to do it, and then somebody taught him.
So I took the experiment out of Delhi and repeated it, this time in a city called Shivpuri in the center of India, where I was assured that nobody had ever taught anybody anything.
So it was a warm day, and the hole in the wall was on that decrepit old building. This is the first kid who came there; he later on turned out to be a 13-year-old school dropout.
He came there and he started to fiddle around with the touchpad.
Very quickly, he noticed that when he moves his finger on the touchpad something moves on the screen -- and later on he told me, "I have never seen a television where you can do something."
So he figured that out. It took him over two minutes to figure out that he was doing things to the television.
And then, as he was doing that, he made an accidental click by hitting the touchpad -- you'll see him do that.
He did that, and the Internet Explorer changed page.
Eight minutes later, he looked from his hand to the screen, and he was browsing: he was going back and forth.
When that happened, he started calling all the neighborhood children, like, children would come and see what's happening over here.
And by the evening of that day, 70 children were all browsing.
So eight minutes and an embedded computer So we thought that this is what was happening: that children in groups can self-instruct themselves to use a computer and the Internet. But under what circumstances?
At this time there was a -- the main question was about English.
People said, you know, you really ought to have this in Indian languages.
So I said, have what, shall I translate the Internet into some Indian language? That's not possible.
So, it has to be the other way about.
But let's see, how do the children tackle the English language?
I took the experiment out to northeastern India, to a village called Madantusi, where, for some reason, there was no English teacher, so the children had not learned English at all.
And I built a similar hole-in-the-wall.
One big difference in the villages, as opposed to the urban slums: there were more girls than boys who came to the kiosk.
In the urban slums, the girls tend to stay away.
I left the computer there with lots of CDs -- I didn't have any Internet -- and came back three months later.
So when I came back there, I found these two kids, eight- and 12-year-olds, who were playing a game on the computer.
And as soon as they saw me they said, "We need a faster processor and a better mouse."
I was real surprised.
You know, how on earth did they know all this?
And they said, "Well, we've picked it up from the CDs."
So I said, "But how did you understand what's going on over there?"
So they said, "Well, you've left this machine which talks only in English, so we had to learn English."
So then I measured, and they were using 200 English words with each other -- mispronounced, but correct usage -- words like exit, stop, find, save, that kind of thing, not only to do with the computer but in their day-to-day conversations.
So, Madantusi seemed to show that language is not a barrier; in fact they may be able to teach themselves the language Finally, I got some funding to try this experiment out to see if these results are replicable, if they happen everywhere else.
India is a good place to do such an experiment in, because we have all the ethnic diversities, all the -- you know, the genetic diversity, all the racial diversities, and also all the socio-economic diversities.
So, I could actually choose samples to cover a cross section that would cover practically the whole world.
So I did this for almost five years, and this experiment really took us all the way across the length and breadth of India.
This is the Himalayas. Up in the north, very cold.
I also had to check or invent an engineering design which would survive outdoors, and I was using regular, normal PCs, so I needed different climates, for which India is also great, because we have very cold, very hot, and so on.
This is the desert to the west. Near the Pakistan border.
And you see here a little clip of -- one of these villages -- the first thing that these children did was to find a website to teach themselves the English alphabet.
Then to central India -- very warm, moist, fishing villages, where humidity is a very big killer of electronics.
So we had to solve all the problems we had without air conditioning and with very poor power, so most of the solutions that came out used little blasts of air put at the right places to keep the machines running.
I want to just cut this short. We did this over and over again.
This sequence is also nice. This is a small child, a six-year-old, telling his eldest sister what to do.
And this happens very often with these computers, that the younger children are found teaching the older ones.
What did we find? We found that six- to 13-year-olds can self-instruct in a connected environment, irrespective of anything that we could measure.
So if they have access to the computer, they will teach themselves, including intelligence.
I couldn't find a single correlation with anything, but it had to be in groups.
And that may be of great, you know, interest to this group, because all of you are talking about groups.
So here was the power of what a group of children can do, if you lift the adult intervention.
Just a quick idea of the measurements.
We took standard statistical techniques, so I'm going to not talk about that.
But we got a clean learning curve, almost exactly the same as what you would get in a school.
I'll leave it at that, because, I mean, it sort of says it all, doesn't it?
What could they learn to do?
Basic Windows functions, browsing, painting, chatting and email, games and educational material, music downloads, playing video.
In short, what all of us do.
And over 300 children will become computer literate and be able to do all of these things in six months with one computer.
So, how do they do that?
If you calculated the actual time of access, it would work out to minutes per day, so that's not how it's happening.
What you have, actually, is there is one child operating the computer.
And surrounding him are usually three other children, who are advising him on what they should do.
If you test them, all four will get the same scores in whatever you ask them.
Around these four are usually a group of about 16 children, who are also advising, usually wrongly, about everything that's going on on the computer.
And all of them also will clear a test given on that subject.
So they are learning as much by watching as they learn by doing.
It seems counter-intuitive to adult learning, but remember, eight-year-olds live in a society where most of the time they are told, don't do this, you know, don't touch the whiskey bottle.
So what does the eight-year-old do?
He observes very carefully how a whiskey bottle should be touched.
And if you tested him, he would answer every question correctly on that topic.
So, they seem to be able to acquire very quickly.
So what was the conclusion over the six years of work?
It was that primary education can happen on its own, or parts of it can happen on its own.
It does not have to be imposed from the top downwards.
It could perhaps be a self-organizing system, so that was the second bit that I wanted to tell you, that children can self-organize and attain an educational objective.
The third piece was on values, and again, to put it very briefly, I conducted a test over 500 children spread across all over India, and asked them -- I gave them about 68 different values-oriented questions and simply asked them their opinions.
We got all sorts of opinions. Yes, no or I don't know.
I simply took those questions where I got 50 percent yeses and 50 percent noes -- so I was able to get a collection of 16 such statements.
These were areas where the children were clearly confused, because half said yes and half said no.
A typical example being, "Sometimes it is necessary to tell lies."
They don't have a way to determine which way to answer this question; perhaps none of us do.
So I leave you with this third question.
Can technology alter the acquisition of values?
Finally, self-organizing systems, about which, again, I won't say too much because you've been hearing all about it.
Natural systems are all self-organizing: galaxies, molecules, cells, organisms, societies -- except for the debate about an intelligent designer.
But at this point in time, as far as science goes, it's self-organization.
But other examples are traffic jams, stock market, society and disaster recovery, terrorism and insurgency.
And you know about the Internet-based self-organizing systems.
So here are my four sentences then.
Remoteness affects the quality of education.
Educational technology should be introduced into remote areas first, and other areas later.
Values are acquired; doctrine and dogma are imposed -- the two opposing mechanisms.
And learning is most likely a self-organizing system.
If you put all the four together, then it gives -- according to me -- it gives us a goal, a vision, for educational technology.
An educational technology and pedagogy that is digital, automatic, fault-tolerant, minimally invasive, connected and self-organized.
As educationists, we have never asked for technology; we keep borrowing it.
PowerPoint is supposed to be considered a great educational technology, but it was not meant for education, it was meant for making boardroom presentations.
We borrowed it. Video conferencing. The personal computer itself.
I think it's time that the educationists made their own specs, and I have such a set of specs. This is a brief look at that.
And such a set of specs should produce the technology to address remoteness, values and violence.
So I thought I'd give it a name -- why don't we call it "outdoctrination."
And could this be a goal for educational technology in the future?
So I want to leave that as a thought with you.
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âGive it back to me!â the woman screeches again as she thrashes about violently. She almost succeeds in throwing Gilles off of her, but he somehow manages to hold on. Heâs barely keeping her in one place using the full force of his body weight.
âAgh! Agh! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!â
Ugh, sheâs so annoying. Her voice is grating on my ears.
âAre you an idiot?â I ask and the woman turns her tear-filled eyes towards me.
Her eyes seem glazed over. I wonder if she even understands what sheâs saying.
âI may have taken your leg, but I havenât done a thing to your brain.â
She freezes and stares at me.
Ah, thank goodness. That incessant wailing finally stopped. I guess the trick to making someone forget their pain is to say something shockingly coldhearted to them. Iâll have to remember that.
And since sheâs quieted down, does that mean that everythingâs fine now?
I notice that Gilles let his grip on her loosen a fraction. He must be thinking that things have calmed down as well.
âYouâve stopped yelling, does that mean youâre okay now? It doesnât hurt?â I ask her, letting a tiny smirk pull at the corners of my lips.
âOf course it hurts. Iâm in unimaginable pain. My leg is literally gone, you know?â
âYou stole my leg......â she says while gazing at her lost limb lying on the ground.
.....Ah, so thatâs how it is. Itâs not that sheâs an idiot, she just doesnât understand the consequences of leaving necrosis unchecked. And how would she know? The educational opportunities for the people in this village are severely lacking. Thereâs no way that someone born here could know how to deal with this sort of disease, let alone realize that if the virus is allowed to spread that youâd not only lose your limb but likely your life as well.
âHey, whatâs your name? Iâm Alicia.â
â......Rebecca,â she spits out through gritted teeth, her face contorted in pain.
âRebecca, if I hadnât removed your leg then you likely would have died.â
â....Died?â
âNecrosis had already set in...... The cells in your leg were completely dead. And while the speed at which those dead cells would have spread and infected other parts of your body varies from person to person, itâs a fact that the disease would have progressed. Over time, youâd be left with even more dead spots and in the end, you most likely would have died from it.â
Lost in thought, she looks down and notices her reflection in the water of the fountain.
âMy skin.... Itâs....â
Thatâs right, my spell even made her skin look healthy and beautiful again.
Iâve really outdone myself. Iâve performed quite the service for her.
âThankââ
âThereâs no need to thank me.â
Eyes widening, Rebecca whips her head back to look at me. Gilles, too, is staring at me with wide open eyes.
Iâll be troubled if you mistake me as a good person just because of a line like that, you know.
Iâm just stating the facts. Since a villainess only moves for the sake of her own profit, what use do I have for measly words of gratitude? Obviously, I need to receive proper compensation for all of my efforts.
âIâm not some good Samaritan who just helps people out of the goodness of her heart. My services arenât free.â
Even a saintess wouldnât save people merely out of good will. She gladly receives compensation in the form of gaining the good opinion of those around her.
âI want to be a good person.â âI want to be kind.â She definitely has those sorts of thoughts running through her head.
And, if you were to do or say something bad to her despite her being so good to you, then deep, deep down sheâll censure you. A tiny corner of her heart will be thinking, âBut I did so much for you.... But I was always so nice to you....â
And even if you donât do anything bad, if you donât repay the favor somehow, then sheâll still start having such thoughts. Sheâll fabricate these misguided notions that you werenât thankful for what she did for you. And the best part? You never asked for any of it. Those so-called âgood deedsâ she did for you were unwanted and unnecessary in the first place.
For instance, you see this a lot, but heroines just love going around and offering to be friends with people who are by themselves.... But consider this. Maybe that person is alone because they want to be. Maybe they like being alone.
Theyâre all such hypocrites. And not just the heroine. Everyone. All human beings. The only difference is that most people hide that fact away in the deepest recesses of their heart while a select few actually own up to it.
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And this book was one of the most famous books in America for about 35 years.
"The Sleepy Giant," which is the song that I just sang, is one of his poems.
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Bringing them to life, bringing them to light.
So, what we're going to do next is a poem that was written by Nathalia Crane.
Nathalia Crane was a little girl from Brooklyn.
When she was 10 years old in 1927, she published her first book of poems called "The Janitor's Boy."
Here she is.
And here's her poem.
â« Oh, I'm in love with the janitor's boy, â« â« And the janitor's boy is in love with me. â« â« Oh, I'm in love with the janitor's boy, â« â« And the janitor's boy is in love with me. â« â« In our geography. â« â« A desert isle with spicy trees â« â« Somewhere in Sheepshead Bay; â« â« A right nice place, just fit for two â«
â« Where we can live always. â« â« Oh, I'm in love with the janitor's boy, â« â« And the janitor's boy, â« he's busy as can be; â« â« Down in the cellar he's making a raft â« â« Out of an old settee. â« â« He'll carry me off, I know that he will, â« â« For his hair is exceedingly red; â« â« And the only thing that occurs to me â«
â« Is to dutifully shiver in bed. â« â« And on the day that we sail, I will leave a little note â« â« For my parents I hate to annoy: â« â« "I have flown to an island in the bay â« â« With my janitor's â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â«
â« I'm going to sail away â« â« Gone to Sheepshead Bay â« â« With my janitor's red-haired boy. â« â« On an old settee â« â« My red-haired boy and me â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy. â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« â« The janitor's red-haired boy â« The next poem is by E.E. Cummings,
"Maggie and Milly and Molly and May."
â« Maggie and Milly, Molly and May â« â« They went down to the beach one day to play â« â« And Maggie discovered a shell that sang â« â« So sweetly she couldn't remember â« Maggie and Milly, Molly and May â« â« Maggie and Milly, Molly and May â« â« Milly befriended a stranded star â« â« Whose rays, whose rays â« â« Five languid fingers â« Maggie and Milly,
Molly and May â« â« Maggie and Milly, Molly and May â« â« Molly was chased by a horrible thing â« â« Which raced sideways blowing â« â« Blowing â« â« Blowing â« â« May came home with a smooth, round stone â« â« Small as a world and as large as alone â« â« For whatever we lose like a you or a me â« â« Always ourselves
that we find at the sea â« Thank you.
The next poem is "If No One Ever Marries Me."
It was written by Laurence Alma-Tadema.
She was the daughter of a very, very famous Dutch painter who had made his fame in England.
He went there after the death of his wife of smallpox and brought his two young children.
One was his daughter, Laurence.
She wrote this poem when she was 18 years old in 1888, and I look at it as kind of a very sweet feminist manifesto tinged with a little bit of defiance and a little bit of resignation and regret.
â« Well, if no one ever marries me â« â« And I don't see why they should, â« â« Nurse says I'm not pretty, â« â« And you know I'm seldom good, seldom good -- â« â« Well, if no one ever marries me â« â« I shan't mind very much; â« â« Buy a squirrel in a cage â« â« And a little rabbit-hutch. â« â« If no one marries me â«
â« If no one marries me â« â« If no one marries me â« â« If no one marries me â« â« If no one marries me â« â« I'll have a cottage near a wood â« â« And a pony all my own â« â« A little lamb quite clean and tame â« â« And when I'm really getting old -- â« â« And 28 or nine -- â« â« Buy myself a little orphan girl â«
â« And bring her up as mine. â« â« If no one marries me â« â« If no one marries me â« â« If no one marries me â« â« If no one marries me â« â« Well, if no one marries me â« â« Marries me â« â« Well, if no one marries me â« â« Marries me â« â« Well, if no one marries me â« Thank you.
Thank you.
I became very curious about the poets after spending six years with them, and started to research their lives, and then decided to write a book about it.
And the burning question about Alma-Tadema was: Did she marry?
And the answer was no, which I found in the London Times archive.
She died alone in 1940 in the company of her books and her dear friends.
Gerard Manley Hopkins, a saintly man.
He became a Jesuit.
He converted from his Anglican faith.
He was moved to by the Tractarian Movement, the Oxford Movement, otherwise known as -- and he became a Jesuit priest.
He burned all his poetry at the age of 24 and then did not write another poem for at least seven years because he couldn't rectify the life of a poet with the life of a priest.
He died typhoid fever at the age of 44, I believe, 43 or 44.
At the time, he was teaching classics at Trinity College in Dublin.
A few years before he died, after he had resumed writing poetry, but in secret, he confessed to a friend in a letter that I found when I was doing my research: "I've written a verse.
It is to explain death to a child, and it deserves a piece of plain-song music."
And my blood froze when I read that because I had written the plain-song music 130 years after he'd written the letter.
And the poem is called, "Spring and Fall."
â« Margaret, are you grieving â« â« Over Goldengrove unleaving, by and by? â« â« Leaves, like the things of man, you â« â« With your fresh thoughts care for, â« But as the heart grows older â« â« It will come to such sights much colder â« â« By and by, nor spare a sigh â« â« Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; â« â« And yet you will weep
and you'll know why. â« â« No matter child, the name: â« â« Sorrow's springs are all the same â« â« They're all the same. â« â« Nor mouth had nor no mind expressed â« â« What heart heard of, ghost had guessed: â« â« It's the blight man was born for, â« â« It is Margaret that you mourn for â« Thank you so much.
I'd like to thank everybody, all the scientists, the philosophers, the architects, the inventors, the biologists, the botanists, the artists ...
everyone that blew my mind this week.
Thank you.
â« Oh, a li la li la la la â« â« La li la la li la la la la la la â« â« La li la la la â« â« La li la la la la â« â« La li la la la la la la â« â« La la la li la la la la la â« â« You've been so kind and generous â« â« I don't know how you keep on giving. â«
â« And for your kindness, I'm in debt to you. â« â« And for your selflessness, my admiration. â« â« And for everything you've done, you know I'm bound; â« â« I'm bound to thank for it â« â« La li la li la la la â« â« La li la la li la li la la la â« â« La li la la la â« â« La li la la la la â«
â« La li la li la la la â« â« La li la la li la li la la â« â« And you â« â« Now you've been so kind and ... â« Curb the enthusiasm, just a little bit.
Just bring it down a little. It's my turn.
I still have two minutes.
Okay, we're going to start that verse again.
â« Well, you've been so ... â« That's innovative, don't you think?
Calming the audience down; I'm supposed to be whipping you into a frenzy, and I, "That's enough. Sh." â« Now, you've been kind and ... â« I'm going to sing this to Bill Gates. I have so much admiration for him.
â« Now, you've been so kind and generous, â« â« I don't know how you keep on giving. â« â« And for your kindness I'm in debt to you. â« â« And I never could have come this far without you. â« â« So for everything you've done, you know I'm bound â« â« I'm bound to thank you for it â« â« La li la la li la la la â«
â« La li la la li la la la â« â« La li la la la â« â« La li la la la la â« â« La li la la li la la la â« â« La li la la li la li la la la â« â« La li la la la â« â« Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts â« â« You gave in love with tenderness â«
â« Thank you â« â« I want to thank you for your generosity â« â« the love and the honesty that you gave me â« â« I want to thank you show my gratitude, â« My love and my respect for you â« â« I want to thank you, thank you â« â« Thank you, thank you â« â« Thank you, thank you â« â« Thank you, thank you â« â« I want to thank you, thank you â«
â« Thank you, thank you â« You know what?
I'll show you how to clap to this song. â« I want to thank you, thank you â« â« Thank you, thank you â« â« Thank you, thank you â« â« Thank you, thank you â« â« I want to thank you, thank you â« It works better, right?
â« I want to thank you, thank you â« â« I want to thank you â« â« Ooh hoo â« â« Ooh hoo â« â« Ooh hoo â« â« Ooh hoo â« Let's bring it down.
Gradually, bringing it down, bringing it down.
â« I want to thank you, thank you â« Finger popping, ain't no stopping.
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Ichiko gave a bow as she removed the tags and handcuffs attached to Ryo.
âIt doesnât matter. After all, youâre not my bodyguard anymore.â
While checking the state of her unbound arms, Ryo called out to Ichiko.
âI see youâre hardly startled at the sight of me.â
âWith all that commotion taking place, it makes sense for you to have that appearance.â
Ichiko pulled Ryoâs hand and helped her to her feet.
âIchiko, I have a few questions for you.â
âBe my guest, Lady Ryo.â
They were facing each other at more or less the same distance. It was a spectacle that had never been witnessed before.
âHow can you utilize Kurokiriâs skill, âªMonster Createâ«?â
âThere exists a skill called âªThe Lord Will Exercise His Power in My Pathâ« and this is the effect of that skill.â
âAnd for what purpose did you acquire it?â
âTo save Izumi.â
âIzumi... Thatâs her, isnât it?â
Ryoâs eyes darted to Izumi, who was standing at the entrance of the room.
â(Iâm Izumi, years old. My voice doesnât come out, so I carry on a conversation by means of writing.)â
âI discovered Izumi when her entire body was being dismembered, and the only way to save her was to attain that skill.â
âI see. That brings me to my next question.â
âYes.â
Ryo took a step closer to Ichiko.
âI can understand the circumstances of your acquisition of the skill. However, why would you use that skill on patients who had very little time left to live?â
âIt was the only solution that could preserve their lives.â
Taking another step closer, she extended her hand to reach Ichiko.
âYes. It is true that you saved those peopleâs lives. But in exchange, those people have been changed into âKirijin,â havenât they? Is there anything you can refute to that?â
âThereâs nothing I can say in opposition to it. All of them agreed to cease being human beings. Lady Ryo. Allow me to state unequivocally. âThose individuals voluntarily chose to become Kirijin, and I helped them to do so by my own volitionâ.â
Smack!
Ryoâs palm landed on Ichikoâs face, emitting a resounding bang that rippled throughout the area.
âIchiko...â Ryo uttered, her eyes welling up with tears. âYouâve turned on me... We made a pact to support each other get through this ordeal and vanquish Kurokiri...â
âLady Ryo... I am...â
âDonât say anything... just get out of my sight now...â
â...I understand. Izumi, letâs go.â
Ichiko took Izumi out of the room. On the lower floor, a mass of police vehicles and ambulances had already congregated following reports from the vicinity.
And as they were leaving, Ichiko remarked, âLady Ryo. I still have the desire to defeat Kurokiri, but I lack the capability to achieve that, and the only way for me to save or defeat someone else is to rely on Kurokiriâs strength. Thatâs all there is to it. And Iâm sure that Kurokiri will...â
â...â
âHeâll embrace [i] me even if I am this type of person.â
After leaving those words, only a weeping Ryo had been left behind.
âThey came in such large numbers.â
Ahead of me were tons of police, riot squads, the military, and the press.
And behind me were the perpetrators of the abduction, bound and tumbled.
âYou two are the âKirijinâ Hisano Ichiko and the âKirijinâ Kokoro Izumi! You are both charged with murder, trespassing, and confinement...â
âShut up! These human beings who have been overlooked,â I spat out the words. âFrom now on, I will demonstrate to you the consequences of those who dared to meddle with these people who were merely carrying on with their daily lives like human beings, instead of harming kin like us. Disarray Devilâs Darning Needle!â
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiin!
âGaaaah!â
Responding to my voice, the Disarray Devilâs Darning Needle immobilized the surrounding humans through the sound of its wings.
I then took a position behind one of the men who had been restrained... and decapitated him.
As a natural phenomenon, a torrent of blood gushed forth from the head I decapitated, and the sight of it sent some people pale, while others were left at a loss of words. I wondered whether the ones who collapsed in a heap of foam were the happiest. Only a few people remained upright, despite being in excruciating agony.
âThis man was driving the car when he kidnapped a kin. And this is the result of his consequence.â
The second person was put to death by crushing his limbs before being pierced in the chest.
âThis man carried the unconscious kin into the car.â
Without much ado, I proceeded with the execution. It seemed that half of the people watching had already slipped into unconsciousness.
For the third one, I split him in half at the waist so that he perished in unbearable pain.
âThis one is the one who knocked out the kin.â
âAnd this piece of scum is the mastermind behind the kidnapping operation,â I added, opening my mouth to glare at the final one. âHe is the one who is to blame for all that has happened.â
âHeeeee! P-Please save me...â
âTherefore, you shall be devoured alive and die!â
âAaaaahhhh!â
Grrr, gelr, blechu.
Then he was consumed alive by the Disarray Devilâs Darning Needle which sent him to his doom. Of course, I ensured that he was slowly masticated from the limbs to avoid an easy death.
Finally, I switched her attention back to the humans in the surroundings. There were only a handful of people in the surrounding area who were still conscious.
âThis is what fate befalls those who meddle with the innocent kin. Now, letâs depart.â
At my words, I nodded and Disarray Devilâs Darning Needle brought its legs close to me. I ascended into the air as a result, clutching Izumi in my right arm and Disarray Devilâs Darning Needleâs leg in my left.
âWell then, excuse me.â
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Now, take Turkey's Gezi Park protests, July 2013, which I went back to study in the field.
Twitter was key to its organizing.
It was everywhere in the park -- well, along with a lot of tear gas.
It wasn't all high tech.
But the people in Turkey had already gotten used to the power of Twitter because of an unfortunate incident about a year before when military jets had bombed and killed 34 Kurdish smugglers near the border region, and Turkish media completely censored this news.
Editors sat in their newsrooms and waited for the government to tell them what to do.
One frustrated journalist could not take this anymore.
He purchased his own plane ticket, and went to the village where this had occurred.
And he was confronted by this scene: a line of coffins coming down a hill, relatives wailing.
He later he told me how overwhelmed he felt, and didn't know what to do, so he took out his phone, like any one of us might, and snapped that picture and tweeted it out.
And voila, that picture went viral and broke the censorship and forced mass media to cover it.
So when, a year later, Turkey's Gezi protests happened, it started as a protest about a park being razed, but became an anti-authoritarian protest.
It wasn't surprising that media also censored it, but it got a little ridiculous at times.
When things were so intense, when CNN International was broadcasting live from Istanbul, CNN Turkey instead was broadcasting a documentary on penguins.
Now, I love penguin documentaries, but that wasn't the news of the day.
An angry viewer put his two screens together and snapped that picture, and that one too went viral, and since then, people call Turkish media the penguin media. But this time, people knew what to do.
They just took out their phones and looked for actual news.
Better, they knew to go to the park and take pictures and participate and share it more on social media.
Digital connectivity was used for everything from food to donations.
Everything was organized partially with the help of these new technologies.
And using Internet to mobilize and publicize protests actually goes back a long way.
Remember the Zapatistas, the peasant uprising in the southern Chiapas region of Mexico led by the masked, pipe-smoking, charismatic Subcomandante Marcos?
That was probably the first movement that got global attention thanks to the Internet.
Or consider Seattle '99, when a multinational grassroots effort brought global attention to what was then an obscure organization, the World Trade Organization, by also utilizing these digital technologies to help them organize.
And more recently, movement after movement has shaken country after country: the Arab uprisings from Bahrain to Tunisia to Egypt and more; indignados in Spain, Italy, Greece; the Gezi Park protests; Taiwan; Euromaidan in Ukraine; Hong Kong.
And think of more recent initiatives, like the #BringBackOurGirls hashtags.
Nowadays, a network of tweets can unleash a global awareness campaign.
A Facebook page can become the hub of a massive mobilization.
Amazing.
But think of the moments I just mentioned.
The achievements they were able to have, their outcomes, are not really proportional to the size and energy they inspired.
The hopes they rightfully raised are not really matched by what they were able to have as a result in the end.
And this raises a question: As digital technology makes things easier for movements, why haven't successful outcomes become more likely as well?
In embracing digital platforms for activism and politics, are we overlooking some of the benefits of doing things the hard way?
Now, I believe so.
I believe that the rule of thumb is: Easier to mobilize does not always mean easier to achieve gains.
Now, to be clear, technology does empower in multiple ways.
It's very powerful.
In Turkey, I watched four young college students organize a countrywide citizen journalism network called 140Journos that became the central hub for uncensored news in the country.
In Egypt, I saw another four young people use digital connectivity to organize the supplies and logistics for 10 field hospitals, very large operations, during massive clashes near Tahrir Square in 2011.
And I asked the founder of this effort, called Tahrir Supplies, how long it took him to go from when he had the idea to when he got started.
"Five minutes," he said. Five minutes.
And he had no training or background in logistics.
Or think of the Occupy movement which rocked the world in 2011.
It started with a single email from a magazine, Adbusters, to 90,000 subscribers in its list.
About two months after that first email, there were in the United States 600 ongoing occupations and protests.
Less than one month after the first physical occupation in Zuccotti Park, a global protest was held in about 82 countries, 950 cities.
It was one of the largest global protests ever organized.
Now, compare that to what the Civil Rights Movement had to do in 1955 Alabama to protest the racially segregated bus system, which they wanted to boycott.
They'd been preparing for many years and decided it was time to swing into action after Rosa Parks was arrested.
But how do you get the word out -- tomorrow we're going to start the boycott -- when you don't have Facebook, texting, Twitter, none of that?
So they had to mimeograph 52,000 leaflets by sneaking into a university duplicating room and working all night, secretly.
They then used the 68 African-American organizations that criss-crossed the city to distribute those leaflets by hand.
And the logistical tasks were daunting, because these were poor people.
They had to get to work, boycott or no, so a massive carpool was organized, again by meeting.
No texting, no Twitter, no Facebook.
They had to meet almost all the time to keep this carpool going.
Today, it would be so much easier.
We could create a database, available rides and what rides you need, have the database coordinate, and use texting.
We wouldn't have to meet all that much.
But again, consider this: the Civil Rights Movement in the United States navigated a minefield of political dangers, faced repression and overcame, won major policy concessions, navigated and innovated through risks.
In contrast, three years after Occupy sparked that global conversation about inequality, the policies that fueled it are still in place.
Europe was also rocked by anti-austerity protests, but the continent didn't shift its direction.
In embracing these technologies, are we overlooking some of the benefits of slow and sustained?
To understand this, I went back to Turkey about a year after the Gezi protests and I interviewed a range of people, from activists to politicians, from both the ruling party and the opposition party and movements.
I found that the Gezi protesters were despairing.
They were frustrated, and they had achieved much less than what they had hoped for.
This echoed what I'd been hearing around the world from many other protesters that I'm in touch with.
And I've come to realize that part of the problem is that today's protests have become a bit like climbing Mt. Everest with the help of 60 Sherpas, and the Internet is our Sherpa.
What we're doing is taking the fast routes and not replacing the benefits of the slower work.
Because, you see, the kind of work that went into organizing all those daunting, tedious logistical tasks did not just take care of those tasks, they also created the kind of organization that could think together collectively and make hard decisions together, create consensus and innovate, and maybe even more crucially, keep going together through differences.
So when you see this March on Washington in 1963, when you look at that picture, where this is the march where Martin Luther King gave his famous "I have a dream" speech, 1963, you don't just see a march and you don't just hear a powerful speech, you also see the painstaking, long-term work that can put on that march.
And if you're in power, you realize you have to take the capacity signaled by that march, not just the march, but the capacity signaled by that march, seriously.
In contrast, when you look at Occupy's global marches that were organized in two weeks, you see a lot of discontent, but you don't necessarily see teeth that can bite over the long term.
And crucially, the Civil Rights Movement innovated tactically from boycotts to lunch counter sit-ins to pickets to marches to freedom rides.
Today's movements scale up very quickly without the organizational base that can see them through the challenges.
They feel a little like startups that got very big without knowing what to do next, and they rarely manage to shift tactically because they don't have the depth of capacity to weather such transitions.
Now, I want to be clear: The magic is not in the mimeograph.
It's in that capacity to work together, think together collectively, which can only be built over time with a lot of work.
To understand all this, I interviewed a top official from the ruling party in Turkey, and I ask him, "How do you do it?"
They too use digital technology extensively, so that's not it.
So what's the secret?
Well, he told me.
He said the key is he never took sugar with his tea.
I said, what has that got to do with anything?
Well, he said, his party starts getting ready for the next election the day after the last one, and he spends all day every day meeting with voters in their homes, in their wedding parties, circumcision ceremonies, and then he meets with his colleagues to compare notes.
With that many meetings every day, with tea offered at every one of them, which he could not refuse, because that would be rude, he could not take even one cube of sugar per cup of tea, because that would be many kilos of sugar, he can't even calculate how many kilos, and at that point I realized why he was speaking so fast.
We had met in the afternoon, and he was already way over-caffeinated.
But his party won two major elections within a year of the Gezi protests with comfortable margins.
To be sure, governments have different resources to bring to the table.
It's not the same game, but the differences are instructive.
And like all such stories, this is not a story just of technology.
It's what technology allows us to do converging with what we want to do.
Today's social movements want to operate informally.
They do not want institutional leadership.
They want to stay out of politics because they fear corruption and cooptation.
They have a point.
Modern representative democracies are being strangled in many countries by powerful interests.
But operating this way makes it hard for them to sustain over the long term and exert leverage over the system, which leads to frustrated protesters dropping out, and even more corrupt politics.
And politics and democracy without an effective challenge hobbles, because the causes that have inspired the modern recent movements are crucial.
Climate change is barreling towards us.
Inequality is stifling human growth and potential and economies.
Authoritarianism is choking many countries.
We need movements to be more effective.
Now, some people have argued that the problem is today's movements are not formed of people who take as many risks as before, and that is not true.
From Gezi to Tahrir to elsewhere, I've seen people put their lives and livelihoods on the line.
that today's protesters form weaker virtual ties.
No, they come to these protests, just like before, with their friends, existing networks, and sometimes they do make new friends for life.
I still see the friends that I made in those Zapatista-convened global protests more than a decade ago, and the bonds between strangers are not worthless.
When I got tear-gassed in Gezi, people I didn't know helped me and one another instead of running away.
In Tahrir, I saw people, protesters, working really hard to keep each other safe and protected.
And digital awareness-raising is great, because changing minds is the bedrock of changing politics.
But movements today have to move beyond participation at great scale very fast and figure out how to think together collectively, develop strong policy proposals, create consensus, figure out the political steps and relate them to leverage, because all these good intentions and bravery and sacrifice by itself are not going to be enough.
And there are many efforts.
In New Zealand, a group of young people are developing a platform called Loomio for participatory decision making at scale.
In Turkey, 140Journos are holding hack-a-thons so that they support communities as well as citizen journalism.
In Argentina, an open-source platform called DemocracyOS is bringing participation to parliaments and political parties.
These are all great, and we need more, but the answer won't just be better online decision-making, because to update democracy, we are going to need to innovate at every level, from the organizational to the political to the social.
Because to succeed over the long term, sometimes you do need tea without sugar along with your Twitter.
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It was taken off six weeks later, but even then, I couldn't extend my elbow, and I had to do physical therapy to flex and extend it, 100 times per day, seven days per week.
I barely did it, because I found it boring and painful, and as a result, it took me another six weeks to get better.
Many years later, my mom developed frozen shoulder, which leads to pain and stiffness in the shoulder.
The person I believed for half of my life to have superpowers suddenly needed help to get dressed or to cut food.
She went each week to physical therapy, but just like me, she barely followed the home treatment, and it took her over five months to feel better.
Both my mom and I required physical therapy, a process of doing a suite of repetitive exercises in order to regain the range of movement lost due to an accident or injury.
At first, a physical therapist works with patients, but then it's up to the patients to do their exercises at home.
But patients find physical therapy boring, frustrating, confusing and lengthy before seeing results.
Sadly, patient noncompliance can be as high as 70 percent.
This means the majority of patients don't do their exercises and therefore take a lot longer to get better.
All physical therapists agree that special exercises reduce the time needed for recovery, but patients lack the motivation to do them.
So together with three friends, all of us software geeks, we asked ourselves, wouldn't it be interesting if patients could play their way to recovery?
We started building MIRA, A P.C. software platform that uses this Kinect device, a motion capture camera, to transform traditional exercises into video games.
My physical therapist has already set up a schedule for my particular therapy.
Let's see how this looks.
The first game asks me to fly a bee up and down to gather pollen to deposit in beehives, all while avoiding the other bugs.
I control the bee by doing elbow extension and flexion, just like when I was seven years old after the cast was taken off.
When designing a game, we speak to physical therapists at first to understand what movement patients need to do.
We then make that a video game to give patients simple, motivating objectives to follow.
But the software is very customizable, and physical therapists can also create their own exercises.
Using the software, my physical therapist recorded herself performing a shoulder abduction, which is one of the movements my mom had to do when she had frozen shoulder.
I can follow my therapist's example on the left side of the screen, while on the right, I see myself doing the recommended movement.
I feel more engaged and confident, as I'm exercising alongside my therapist with the exercises my therapist thinks are best for me.
This basically extends the application for physical therapists to create whatever exercises they think are best.
This is an auction house game for preventing falls, designed to strengthen muscles and improve balance.
As a patient, I need to do sit and stand movements, and when I stand up, I bid for the items I want to buy.
In two days, my grandmother will be 82 years old, and there's a 50 percent chance for people over 80 to fall at least once per year, which could lead to a broken hip or even worse.
Poor muscle tone and impaired balance are the number one cause of falls, so reversing these problems through targeted exercise will help keep older people like my grandmother safer and independent for longer.
When my schedule ends, MIRA briefly shows me how I progressed throughout my session. I have just shown you three different games for kids, adults and seniors.
These can be used with orthopedic or neurologic patients, but we'll soon have options for children with autism, mental health or speech therapy.
My physical therapist can go back to my profile and see the data gathered during my sessions.
She can see how much I moved, how many points I scored, with what speed I moved my joints, and so on.
My physical therapist can use all of this to adapt my treatment.
I'm so pleased this version is now in use in over 10 clinics across Europe and the U.S., and we're working on the home version.
We want to enable physical therapists to prescribe this digital treatment and help patients play their way to recovery at home.
If my mom or I had a tool like this when we needed physical therapy, then we would have been more successful following the treatment, and perhaps gotten better a lot sooner.
Thank you.
Tom Rielly: So Cosmin, tell me what hardware is this that they're rapidly putting away?
What is that made of, and how much does it cost?
Cosmin Milhau: So it's a Microsoft Surface Pro 3 for the demo, but you just need a computer and a Kinect, which is 120 dollars.
TR: Right, and the Kinect is the thing that people use for their Xboxes to do 3D games, right?
CM: Exactly, but you don't need the Xbox, you only need a camera.
TR: Right, so this is less than a $1,000 solution.
CM: Definitely, 400 dollars, you can definitely use it.
TR: So right now, you're doing clinical trials in clinics.
CM: Yes.
TR: And then the hope is to get it so it's a home version and I can do my exercise remotely, and the therapist at the clinic can see how I'm doing and stuff like that.
CM: Exactly.
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Because the spell that Seiya cast earlier is a spell to extinguish all things other than the user, the fact that this girlâs body remains is close to a miracle.
What can be thought of as the reason for that is that the girl defended herself with light magic, but in the end could not overcome the power of SeiyaâsãDark Tremorã, leaving only the body intact.
The dark attribute and the light attribute are attributes that are mutually good and bad against each other
In the end, the winner is decided by the power of the spell itself, and the ãDark Tremorãcasted by Seiya didnât lack in power.
ãDark Tremorã is a powerful high-level spell of the dark attribute, but few magicians use this spell.
Because ãDark Tremorãis a spell which annihilates everything in the surroundings indiscriminately at the price of all of the magicianâs magical power, itâs mostly used for suicide bombing.
At the same time, the spell used by Seiya in the beginningãDark Waveãis an elementary spell and it is a basic of the basics of the dark attribute.
It is a spell that will eliminate only the object that the magician wishes to destroy, and the greatest feature is a possibility to destroy the chant.
Among the magicians who use the dark attribute, high-level magicians while casting complex spells, use ãDark Waveãat precise timing, doing so they can eliminate the chant of that spell.
This is a theoretical chant omission. And this was the reason why Seiya was able to castãDark Tremorã without a chant earlier.
However, when a low-level magician attempts to do the same, the timing may not match, and the spell that he/she intends to manifest is getting extinguished itself.
From this Seiyaâs level could be seen.
It was at this time.
ãWhat?ã
Seiya was surprised at the fact that a girl who seemed to have already taken her last breath started moving, right before his eyes.
ãJust what is happening......ã
Seiya approaches the girl since he was interested about the way the girl survived after receiving theãDark Tremorãwith full force.
But Seiyaâs movement contained a lot of wariness against the girl. As long as he doesnât know her identity, he doesnât dare to leave an opening.
Being ready to cast at any time, he talked to the girl.
ãHey, are you in one piece?ã
ã............ã
ãMm......ã
The girl opens her eyes hearing Seiya.
For the moment he felt relieved and then carefully examined her with his eyes.
The girl stretched her slender white limbs, she had beautiful red eyes that fascinate the viewer, beautiful shiny white hair, and neat face. Calling her extremely beautiful wonât be a flattery.
But even facing an absolutely beautiful girl, Seiya was still on high alert. Then the girl said her first words.
ã............Who?ã
The was very clear and beautiful voice.
Seiya tells his name to her.
ãMe? I am Seiya, Kiritsuna Seiya. And you are? ã
When Seiya names himself, the girl also follows suit in a small voice.
ãYua.....Yua Aruniaã
ãYua then. Are you hurt somewhere? ã[]
Seiya immediately tries to confirm her body condition.
Seiya is not a battle maniac, nor does he finds pleasure in a slaughter.
He thought it is better for people to live than to die, and he didnât want to kill too many people too. Thatâs why he was worried about Yua.
ãIâm fine.....ã
ãI see, that is goodã
Listening to her words, Seiya rests assured. But he is still wary against Yua.
Besides, if she is that powerful she could have escaped the range of the spell easily.
So, seeking answers Seiya asks the girl.
ãWhy were you captured here?ã
ãI was careless ... ... they approached from the back and drugged me, when I noticed, I was already trapped ... and then everything disappeared ......ã
She said that she is a years old magician living in Aquaristan, a student of the second year in the magic academy, and was kidnapped on the way back from the school.
Listening to her explanation, Seiya was amazed. He was neither being sneak attacked nor drugged by medicine.
Yua is sixteen and she if and of the school year as Seiya.
Her appearance is that of a beautiful girl, but she gives off the impression of a trainee. It is hard to guess that she is sixteen on the first look.
Such Yua is staring at Seiya right now.
Her beautiful red eyes make her expressionless face somewhat mysterious, Seiya felt uncomfortable looking at them.
ãWhat is it? You are staring too muchã
ãSeiya is seventeen ......so you are my older brother ......ã
ãWell, thatâs right. Although we are in the same yearã
But the girl named Yua was an unimaginable existence to Seiya.
ãThatâs why, walk me home.....ã
ãâââââââââââWhat?ã
What did she say?............ Seiya could not understand it at all.
ãWalk me home......ã
ãWait a little. Why is this happening? If you are a magician, you can go home alone. We are even of the same grade. Although Iâm older ... ...ã
To her request that disregards common sense, Seiya did not know what to say.
But, Yua proceeds with her explanation.
ãThe grade is the same but older brother is older brother ... Seiya is seventeen years old ...... I am sixteen years old ... Seiya is an older brother. Besides, it is impossible alone......ã
Seiya blanked at such an answer. Using logic, he couldnât understand Yua asked him to walk her home.
No matter how much of a girl you are, there is a way to return to Aquaristan from the Freestan, which is close by.
If you go to church you will be able to do finish the procedures, and as soon as you arrive at Aquaristan you are as good as home. Yet, she said she could not do it for some reason.
With no other choice, Seiya asked her himself.
ãBecause of the Great Dalis Canyonã
This time Seiyaâs brain mouth gave up on him, he couldnât understand her at all.
Thinking about her words, it is hard to understand the whole picture.
ãGreat Dalis Canyon. Is it the place with lots of super strong magical beasts walking around?ã
ãYes......ã
She answered with a spaced-out look on her face.
She suggested walking through the Great Dalis Canyon, a den of powerful monsters.
The Great Dalis Canyon is situated in between Freestanâs and Aquaristanâs borders and is known as a monster den.
Also, there is a rumor that Undine is living there, people refuse to approach that place.
The rumor says that people who went into the canyon never came home, everyone in the Leiria Kingdom knows that
In the past, there were cases where some stupid magicians went searching for Undine, but they died after being chased by monsters in the Great Dalis Canyon, the monsters then proceeded to Freestan.
Seiya couldnât understand why is she going through the Great Dalis Canyon. What kind of reason can force you to go inside on your own volition?
ãWhy, for godâs sake! Canât you just return by common route?ã
ãThis is impossible ...... I am not good with people ...... I canât pass where there are many people.......I need to go through the Great Dalis Canyon, where no one is ......so escort me, Seiya......ã
Seiya is stunned and doesnât know how to respond.
To summarize, she is saying that she wants to pass through the Great Dalis Canyon, where there are no people because she is not good with crowds. Even though there are strong monsters in the Great Dalis Canyon.
ãNo, THIS is impossibleã
Naturally, Seiya does not want to go with that proposal. Although he managed to survive somehow, he didnât want to commit suicide yet.
ãHey, if I come with you to Freestan will that be fine?ã
If you canât do it alone, letâs do it together. However, Seiya still could not comprehend the person called Yua.
ãNo ... ... if we arrive at Freestan Seiya might disappear .... So I will go to the Great Dalis Canyon... ... it is already decided ... ... Seiya, escort me ...ã
Yua dared to pass through the Great Dalis Canyon. How much does she hate crowds to the extent of trying to pass through the infamous Great Dalis Canyon by herself.
Again, doubts sprouted in the mind of Seiya.
Like Seiya was on guard against Yua, Yua also does not trust Seiya from the bottom of her heart.
Yua has a secret. If the secret is known to Seiya, she canât predict his reaction.
That is why she chose to pass through the Great Dalis Canyon.
Whatever she thinks inside her head, Seiya doesnât understand. It is a suicide to go through the Great Dalis Canyon with a strange girl around.
ãWait a little, I wonât run anywhere, I will properly walk you home. Letâs go to Freestan, please consider itã
ãI donât believe you......besides, going through the Great Dalis Canyon is also for your sake......ã
Listening to her words, Seiyaâs expression changed in a blink of an eye.
ãFor my sake?ã
ãYeah......if people discover your dark attribute you will be in trouble......ã
ãWhy do you know about the dark attribute?ã
The atmosphere around Seiya changed drastically.
Why does she know about the existence of the dark attribute? The existence of the dark attribute is a very confidential matter, only some people in the church and powerful clans are aware.
Seiyaâs first thought was that she is the spy from Dakuria, but he quickly dismissed that thought.
If you are saying that she is a spy from Dakuria, then you are probably an idiot.
Her character is not suitable for spying. Dakurian spy should be more competent than this.
When Seiya contemplates such a thing, Yua explains why she knows of the dark attribute.
ãI heard from my father ...... But itâs the first time seeing the real thing....ã
ãWho is your father?ã
ãAn amazing person ...ã
Seiya mulls over her story. Yuaâs father knows the existence of the dark attribute. That may mean that he knows about the relationship between Leiria and Dakuria more than Seiya himself.
Or perhaps he just canât remember it.
Actually, Seiya has not regained all of his memory yet. A while ago he got back his memory up to eight years old, but could not remember the memory from eight to ten years old yet.
Certainly, Seiyaâs darkness attribute is dangerous if it is known. He may be attacked by many magicians the moment he enters the Leiria Kingdom.
If that happens, his life is over.
Also, he is interested in Yuaâs father. He knows of the existence of the dark attribute. Just who is her father?
The dark attribute is the biggest concern for Seiya. If he returns to Windistan but ends up revealing himself, he canât predict the consequences.
However, the risk of going with Yua is low, in Freestan there is a possibility that you can fail to enter the Leiria Kingdom safely.
The Great Dalis Canyon is indeed a dangerous place. But now Seiya has a strong power of dark attribute.
In some cases, weak but smart people are much more dangerous than powerful but simple monsters. In that case, it would be better to go through the Great Dalis Canyon, relying on his own power.
Besides, if Yua betrays him it is okay to just erase her with the dark power.
That is why Seiya decided to accompany her.
ãAll right, letâs go through the Great Dalis Canyonã
ãThank you......ã
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I chased to not lose sight of him, while holding some doubts.
He was running towards the World Tree. In other words, to the central part of the city. The World Tree was the center, though, so perhaps calling it the cityâs central part was a little incorrect.
At any rate, that was opposite of the city exit, so I couldnât help but think it was quite unfit for a place to run to.
âWait, does he plan to get inside the Labyrinth?â
The World Tree had a legendary Labyrinth with hundreds of floors.
Within the mythology, it was said that whoever conquered this Labyrinth would gain immortality, so various beings, like Bahamut, who later became known as the Dragon God, or the Demon Lord, apparently aimed for it and climbed to the top.
However, the God of Destruction had snapped said World Tree in half, so no one could confirm whether the mythological events were true. In other words, at present, the only merits of climbing this Labyrinth were the items you could obtain inside.
âNo, a Slime like him might strengthen himself by absorbing something.â
Just like how he became able to control his body parts. Or the movement speed that he gained.
Now that I have cornered him, he might be planning to aim for some new ability to overcome this situation. If so, it would be bad to let him escape like this.
Just as I was considering using my threads to overtake him, Kufar suddenly stopped. As he had fled for quite a distance, we were pretty close to the central part already. But the Labyrinth entrance was still far away.
There was only a small church nearby, with practically no human presence. Or rather, there werenât even private houses around.
As things fell near the World Tree, there was some distance between it and the city. That church stood further deep inside the inner border of the city.
âAre we done playing cat and mouse?â
âYeah, this is the end. For you too, Reid.â
âWhat?â
There was no one around. I could feel a few people inside the church, but they werenât making anyâ
âWait, what is this?!â
The presences werenât moving. However, the magic power was concentrating bizarrely there. I of the past life wouldâve probably failed to notice it. But now that I could use magic, I could see itâthe flow of magic power. It was flowing towards the churchâs basement.
âIf you manage to return alive, give Lyell my words. That it was suicidal to leave my body parts be, even if it was just something used for suicide.â
âYouâre saying you manipulated it from this distance?!â
âNot just manipulate. I made it to draw a magic circle. And within it are sacrifices that have fallen into despair. Two of them!â
I recalled the information I heard from Cortina at the inn.
She told me they âquestionedâ the guy I caught during the day and the one Lyell and Maria caught, in a small church. They could not escape the death penalty, but they spit out the information to escape from the suffering.
In other words, they had no more hope for survival. That would undoubtedly be considered
, wouldnât it? I heard one of them had even lost his sanity. And when it came for the Devil summoning, how much despair the sacrifices felt was a major factor.
âIt canât be, you... Youâre planning to sacrifice your comrades!â
âI made my body part draw the magic circle inside the prison. I have sacrifices too. As for the magic power... Well, Iâll just use them from the sacrifices. The star positions are a little bad, but their madness should make up for it.â
, he chuckled sinisterly.
At the same time, I felt a tremendous miasma leading from the churchâs basement.
âWhat is this...â
âLooks like it was a success. I wonder what we got here?â
âStop mesââ
My words stopped at that. Because I heard several screams from the church.
Following it, came sounds of footsteps that were destroying the building. With a little delay, soldiers rushed out. They didnât even look at us and scattered everywhere.
From the reverberating footsteps and the interval between them, I guessed that it was something big. It was not an opponent I could carelessly charge at.
Before long, the churchâs gate was blown off from the inside, and the summoned Devil revealed its body under the moonlight. It stood over three meters tall. It was on the smaller side for a monster, but the strength lurking within could rival even the Giants.
And in its dangling hands, it held two longswords.
âIt canât...be...â
It wasnât the only one either. Yet another one appeared from behind.
âPfh...khaha... I canât believe it! To think we would have such a fateful meeting here!â
Kufar spoke, not even hiding his half-maddened delight.
The Devil appeared as the earth trembled. It was that same devil that drove me to death in my past life.
âAnd thereâs two of them! What will you do, Reid? Can you win again, huh? Hihi, HIHAHAHAHAHAHA!â
I swung my threads at Kufar who was laughing with jarring laughter.
But he would not make the same mistake either. He seemed to have read my attack and nimbly dodged it and continued to escape.
I tried to chase after him before before defeating the Devils, but the Devils did not permit it.
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âYou meant to say that our enemy wonât be able to just turn a blind eye to our army?â
âYes sir. After all, the nobles in the frontline arenât cowards, so the army commanding officers have the desire to fight. Thereâs even an incident where a noble needed to be surpressed because he was too eager to fight.â
âAs expected the entire army all thought that we cannot let Finnoi fall to the enemyâs hand,â Schunzel added.
Listening to their story makes my head hurt. Doesnât this mean that the only common goal of our army on the frontline is to prevent our enemy from moving freely?
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âIt seems like the Dukeâs plan is now half-complete. The problem now is just how long we can keep the situation in a stalemate.â
âPardon?â
Neurath and Schunzel looked at me in confusion. Ah, right, I skipped too many steps. Unlike them, Iâd been stuck in this place for the last days so I had plenty of time to think. Or rather, I was
âIâll explain it step-by-step. First, you both remember the state of Valeritz, right?â
âYes.â
âI will never forget it.â
Yes. Every living being including the citizens of Valeritz was devoured. That means, unlike the Dreaxâs men, the reptilian demons need to eat.
âThe enemies need to eat but because they are currently surrounded by our army, they canât go hunting for food.â
Coupled with that, I doubt that there are any herbivores among our enemies who can live just by eating random grasses. Technically, the enemies can also eat the soldiers of the kingdomâs army to survive but no one will let themselves be eaten without putting up a fight.
This means that our enemies also suffered the problem of not having enough food. Maybe the reason they ate all of the kingdomâs men on the frontline was simply because they were hungry.
âSo that means this stalemate also hurts our enemiesâ provisions.â
But the problem is Finnoi. Since itâs the Great Temple, they probably stocked some emergency provisions but how long will it last?
Moreover, since itâs a temple, there will be many priests who are not accustomed to war so thereâs a possibility that if the siege lasted too long then these priests will shout something like
âThe plan to drive our enemies to death with hunger is fine but as you know our army also has a lot of people.â
In the frontlines, there are many nobles who are too eager to fight. Other than having muscle brains or being motivated because they are following the Prime Ministerâs emergency dispatch order, they are probably eager because our enemiesâ aim is Finnoi.
The relationship between the temple and the royal family isnât bad but that doesnât mean that there are no conflicts at all. Iâm sure that one of the reasons why the kingdom and the nobles decided to help Finnoi is to make the temple owe them a favor. After all, if thereâs a plague outbreak in the future, you need to rely on the templeâs Holy Magic.
Thereâs actually another reason that I can think of but since itâs still just a guess, I wonât mention it here.
By the way, before I met up with the main army, I had also checked the state of Denham Village and, sure enough, I found that every living thing in that village had been eaten.
As for whether the demons might eat each other, I donât know. In the eyes of humans, both the wandering demons and the demons of the demon army are the same but I donât know if, in reality, they are different and have internal conflicts among themselves just like the humans have conflicts between different countries and different nobility classes even though they are all the same human.
In any case, our army is an army gathered hastily so obviously we donât have enough time to gather enough supplies. Adding to that we canât hunt demons for food and the closest town that normally will be able to provide additional supply, Valeritz, is already destroyed.
âIt wonât be funny if our army ended up being the one that starved because of our own strategy. I bet His Majesty and His Highness are currently really busy.â
âHis Highness too?â
âHis Highness didnât come to the frontline this time. Thatâs proof that heâs really busy right now.â
After all, usually, the Kingâs job is only to give orders. The ones who probably took care of the military supply, diplomacy, and confirming the safety of the territories of nobles that lost all its soldiers are probably His Highness and the ministers of the Ministry of War. I doubt they can afford to leave the capital now.
Rather, the fact that the army can last this long even with the lack of supplies is really amazing. As expected, maybe His Highness is a genius?
âDiplomacy?â
âFinnoi isnât only
Finnoi is like the Vatican in my previous life. Pilgrims from other countries also came to Finnoi. Slowly but surely the information about the current state of Finnoi will reach other countries. His Highness and the Ministry of Foreign Affair are currently probably working their butt off to keep this information from leaking.
Come to think of it, how come Alea Village remains that small, considering the number of pilgrims it receives every year? Iâm suspicious about where that shitty chief spent the money that came from the pilgrims.
âOnce other countries learn the current state of Finnoi, they will probably show intention to send their army to help. But as you know, the current situation of our army is pretty bad.â
In this world, most of the time, itâs customary for an army to offer food and other supplies to the reinforcements. In other words, if other countries send their army to help Finnoi, itâs
Sharing the already lacking supplies and food with others might cause our army to collapse and since this is a battle involving religion, it will be impossible for His Highness to keep refusing the reinforcement offers from other countries that used
And more than anything else, this is the chance for other countries to make the Bain Kingdom owe them a favor. Use us when they can, make us owe favor when possible, and be our enemy when itâs advantageous, thatâs just how diplomacy is. In diplomacy, no matter how good or bad the personal relationship between the leaders of countries is, their national interest comes first.
Even Pax Romana was only possible because at that time the stability of Rome brought the most advantage to its surrounding countries.
âIn my opinion, we have at most days to end this war. If only thereâs a way to settle this war within that time...â
When I said that, one of the palace guards burst out in laughter. Huh? Why?
After the two guards noticed my confused gaze, they took off their helmets and their face made Neurath and Schunzel frozen in place. They are both very familiar faces to the three of us.
âNow you understand why I said the Viscountâs view is unlike a teenager, right, Duke?â
Well, Iâm not an actual teenager.
âYes. I now understand how he was able to make our army victorious in the battle of Hildea Plain.â
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It looked like some kind of space magic, I do not think that too much time passed. While I was mulling over that magic, I saw a big shrine with the fox statues on its sides standing next to the small one. Most likely, this shrine is connected directly to Ohi-sama. Letâs prepare the offering tomorrow.
While I was thinking that, I saw a few harpies flying into the stables where Jeneha was. I guess, they came to deliver the food for the chicks. Letâs check on them.
ãJeneha-sama, the food for today was deliveredã
ãThe meat of the great mouse once again. You canât feed the children with only meat. You need to add some fruits and something sweet as wellã
ãYes. Rogerã
Oh, I understand what they are saying! I can only hear them sayingãpipyiã, but I can subconsciously understand the meaning. Liberal Arts LV is amazing.
ãI will make ohagi very soon, I will bring you some then. Or would you prefer zenzai? ã
Jeneha and the harpy made weird faces. Oh, did my words get through?
ãM-master, how come you can speak in our tongue?ã
ãWell, I kind of received a skill from the god, who was Gonâs superior. You can properly understand me, right? ã
ãYes, I understand. Iâm happy to have a direct conversation with Master! ã
ãMaster, it is Irimo. Do you understand my words? ã
ãOh! Irimo! I do understand you! You have a beautiful voiceã
ãEhehe, itâs embarrassingã
While enjoying the conversation with the monsters, I unintentionally learned about their past. While prying further, I understood why the harpies came into this forest in the first place.
ãHo, so you came to visit the Great Demon King?ã
ãYes, it is embarrassing to admit it, but we came here with the intention to defeat the Great Demon King. We sensed a tremendous evil aura and followed it. We thought that as long as we are together we could beat any opponent. We were confident in our strengthã
When she sensed my aura, she was likeãAh? The worldâs strongest? Who said that? Say that after you defeat us! ãand became strangely motivated. Come to think of it, it was said that Curse LV could attract the animosity of others. No wonder.
ãHowever, Juka Mountain Range was filled with the dragons. Just when we were about to locate him, his presence vanished. Without any other choice, we settled here and met Masterã
I see, and then they aimed for my beef stew and got smacked.
ãHonestly, we didnât think much of a single humanâs power before. However, the whole family was cornered and almost died. I canât forget that horror even now. But Iâm grateful to master. You told us that there is always a higher mountain and even healed our wounds. Not just that, Master gave us a place to stay, gave the tasty food from time to time and protected our children. I can only be gratefulã
Sure. It was just a whim of mine though.
Jeneha also mentioned the possibility of other monsters coming here, so I had the harpies be vigilant against any strange entities. As a reward, I ended up making some sweets for them.
As soon as the weather became warm, the little harpies started to practice flying. They still werenât able to, but they tried their hardest. It was really cute. Watching them healed my soul. []
At that time, my map displayed the monsters trespassing into my territory. Their color was yellow, they carefully approached the mansion. The harpies gathered and were prepared for the attack. The map displayed them asãBelialã. There were of them.
ãBelialã....its appearance resembled that of a mix between a dragon and a demon. Itâs a quite high-ranking demon. I erected the barrier and the harpies took their positions. I also went outside to keep track of everything.
The Belials decided to attack the barrier. However, my barrier wasnât that brittle. It repelled them as if it was natural for it to happen. Then, the Belials steeled themselves, clad themselves in lightning-like magic and pounced at the barrier at extremely high speed. After assaulting the barrier for times, they finally broke it apart.
Belials came inside, the harpies werenât able to cope with their speed. With a loud sound, they appeared before me. Two of them were yellow, one was red and one was purple. Is color somehow related to their abilities? While I was thinking about that, the harpies descended around me and made a defensive formation.
ãGumomomomo, why are the harpies standing beside a human? No, is he the Great Demon King? ã
ãNo, I donât feel any kind of evil aura around himã
ãHey, harpies! Where is the Great Demon King?! It would be better for you to obediently answer gumoã
ãThis human is our Master. There is no Great Demon King here. Go and cross that mountain range if you want to find him. The being said, that mountain range is the dragonâs den, even we canât easily pass itã
ãWhat?! No Great Demon King here!? This human is your Master?! Bullshit! Are you saying that you lost to a puny human!?ã
ãThatâs right. We lost to our Master. Therefore, in exchange for our lives, we are serving himã
ãGumomomomo. You, a general harpy, have descended into idiocy! Fine! If we canât find the Great Demon King, we will increase our fame by slaying your Master! We will remind everyone about the Belials, the strongest species! ã
.....Donât just decide that on your own. Increase your fame by slaying the Great Demon King? Are you retarded? Your lack of knowledge is extreme. Besides, Iâm not in the mood to fight. While I was thinking that, one of the Belials released a high-speed fire magic. Fast! I tried to evade, but due to my negligence, it hit me anyway.
ãHarpies are to protect Irimo and the children!ã
I shouted as I ran in the opposite direction of the mansion. The Belials chased after me and very soon I was surrounded.
ãGumomo. Die for our sake. Iâm hungry and you can make a nice snack. Gumomomomoã
ãI understood that you are the Belials, but do you have a name? I wish to hear itã
ãOur name? Fine, letâs make it our parting gift. Iâm the top of the Belial family, Belialk.....gueee! ã
I put the noisiest one inside the barrier and started shrinking it. Its bones and body were crushed in a matter of moments and it completely and utterly died. You were too god damn loud!
ãY-you!!!!ã
The remaining Belials released the high-speed fireballs at the same time. I resisted with the ice barrier. As soon as they released the fireballs, they moved in the air. I aimed at one of them and released the wind cutter. Transparent wind blades with exceptionally sharp edges tore the Belial apart.
At that moment, I was embraced by another Belial. Then, he released the explosive bullet from his mouth at the hairâs distance away. A grand explosion happened, but I was completely unscathed. While still being embraced, I increased the temperature of my surroundings with fire magic. In a blink of an eye, Belialâs body lit in flames. Since I instantly raised the temperature by a several thousand degrees, its body turned completely red. Its originally red body became even redder as it melted away.
Only the purple Belial was left. Or so I thought, but couldnât see his figure. I heard the harpiesâ screams from the stables. When I rushed back, I saw the scene of harpies struggling against the purple Belial with their sharp claws as their weapons. Fortunately, not even one was dead as of yet. To deal with the harpies, the Belial started chanting fire magic. I took outãOnigiriãfrom the infinite storage and slashed at it.
ãGumooooooooo!!! Gugyaaaaaaaa!!!ã
The purple Belial raised a scream of agony and staggered.
ãIs everyone fine? Ah, you over there, are your wings got hurt? Extra Heal! ã
I healed the wounded harpy. They are already something like my family. Fortunately, not even one was fatally injured and everyone was fine, children included.
I was relieved. Then, the purple Belial, who was screaming in agony, entered my sight. After he got tired of screaming, he spoke in a crying voice.
ãStop it!! I beg you, stop it!! Mommy!! Mommy!! Mommy!!!ã
ãThis Belial is still a kid. It is even female. She is not an adult yet.....how pitifulã
Jeneha said in an exasperated voice.
ãUn, my heart hurts to leave her to die in agony. After all, she tried to escape instead of joining the battle. Perhaps we should listen to her circumstances firstã
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Because I spent last night creating a new menu for our restaurant, I didnât get much sleep. The new item on our menu is a hot rice dish flavored with lots of spices, topped with a roux of vegetables or meat; thatâs right, itâs âcurry riceâ.
I spent all of yesterday challenging myself to create curry. Looks like itâs true that when you come to another world, you just start getting crazy cravings for it. I just wanted to eat it so badly that I tried to make it myself, but itâs really hard. Although I remembered what it was supposed to taste like, I donât know exactly what spices they put in it. Even when I used similar ingredients, the taste ended up kind of odd.
Man, the Indians really were amazing, huh? They came up with such an amazing balance of spices after all. Aahh, I seriously wish I had curry powder.
I didnât do any proper cooking in my last life so I canât come up with the recipe for curry. After all, the only garnishes I knew for curry were potato and carrot. Thatâs why the only thing I can use is my memory of how it tasted.
Honestly, I just want to punch the old me in the face. After all, I know more about this worldâs cuisine now. So now I know just what a lazy life I used to lead.
Anyway, busy with this, and that, I only slept four hours ago. And right now Iâm participating in the town meeting. Normally this is left to Mum or Dad, but Dad suddenly demanded that I go, so I got promoted.
Daddy really asks for the impossible...
Iâm sure itâs because of what happened earlier.
I guess it was pretty bad that I solved our debt crisis single-handedly. Well, rather than me, it was more like Remilia who solved it though. I ended up being scolded because it could have been dangerous had I made just one mistake.
âDonât you trust our neighbors in this town!?â Dad said, and I got completely chewed out. He was mad because everybody in town was joining together to stand up to them, but I went and did a solo play.
He probably made me come to this meeting so I could get to know everyone a little better, and maybe become a bit more mature.
Since he was that concerned about me, I couldnât refuse.
Iâm rubbing my eyes due to the sleepiness but... these sorts of meetings are the same in every world, huh. They keep going on and on about stuff I donât care about.
And the speeches that our town mayor gives are too longgg. Iâve heard that the old mayor loves talking, but it looks like itâs true. In my old life, I never listened to the principalâs speeches either. Eventually the sleepiness caught up with me.
âYou look sleepy, Tilea.â
As I was nodding off, George, the clerk from the guard station spoke to me in a friendly voice.
âI-, Iâm sorry. I stayed up a little late cooking, and...â
âHaha, as passionate as always, huh. But you shouldnât overdo things.â
âYes. I know that, but... it just kind of happened, ehe.â
Being pointed out as a cooking maniac, I just scratched my head in embarrassment.
Hmm!? Speaking of which, George is here. Loser (Bizef) isnât coming?
Even though he seems like the type who would proactively come to a meeting like this to act all important...
âIs Bizef not going to participate?â
âAahh, Bizef is still holed up in his house.â
Seriously? Heâs still all up about that time? Isnât he going to turn into a real shut-in at this rate?
To begin with, itâs his fault that my family was in danger. Even now, he still hasnât explained himself once to us. Even if we accept that itâs because heâs a loser, he inconvenienced us, so he should apologize.
While I was mumbling unhappily, the mayor suddenly got louder.
âAlso, there is a final, urgent matter to discuss!â
Urgent matter?
As youâd expect, I need to hear this out at least. Slapping my face awake with both hands, I forcefully cleared my sleepy head, and began listening carefully to what he had to say.
âThese last few days, the circumstances around Beruga have changed.â
âMayor, what do you mean change?â
âApparently the ecosystem around our town is being destroyed.â
âI-, Is that true?â
The mayorâs bombshell announcement sent the townspeople into a clamor. Itâs true that Orc meat has been getting more expensive, and a few ingredients that were common before have disappeared from the markets.
âThe veteran adventurers that come to sell magic beast meat at the markets are all saying the same thing, so there is no mistake.â
âAnd why is this urgent?â
âApparently a large-type magic beast or a pack of magic dogs have been discovered.â
âLarge-type magic beast!? I havenât heard a thing about that yet.â
âThere have already been victims. Apparently Zalgie Village was annihilated.â
âZalgie Village!? But that isnât too far from here.â
âIndeed. Thatâs why we must be vigilant as well.â
âB-, But to annihilate the whole village is...â
âAccording to the adventurers that went to Zalgie Village, not a single soul was spotted there.â
âC-, Couldnât they have all moved somewhere together?â
âAnd leave the tools for their livelihood behind? Impossible. And moreover, the adventurers supposedly discovered corpses there, and those corpses appeared to have been brutally bitten apart by a beast.â
âA-, All of them?â
âThey only found the parts for a few people. The rest are probably in some magic beastâs stomach.â
Panic spread through the townspeople. In such a peaceful town, nobody expected to hear such a violent story. Myself included. I mean, I thought that even at its worst, Beruga was safer than Japan in my old life.
The other day Loser (Bizef) may have called over the loan sharks, but that was an irregular exception, and the town is normally peaceful. But despite that, to think something like this happened...
âWhether magic dogs or a large-type magic beast... it looks like these parts have become dangerous, doesnât it, George.â
âYeah. Iâve lived here for thirty years in this town, and this is the first time.â
A large-type magic beast, or a pack of magic dogs. It really is a crazy story. Itâs hard to imagine that a large-type magic beast would suddenly appear in these parts. Realistically speaking, I think that the magic dog theory is on the money. Something probably caused them to migrate towards our town.
The mayor continued to talk.
âThe first is that we create a town militia.â
âA militia?â
âIndeed. Each family contributes a few volunteers, and take turns keeping a lookout around town.â
âAnd the other option?â
âThe other option is to rely on the Guild. We have the testimonies of the adventurers, and I think they will organize a suppression squad for us.â
âWouldnât this option be better? Weâre all amateurs, so letâs rely on the pros.â
âFumu. However, just our town taxes will not be enough for the request. In that case, we will be taking money from each household.â
Everybody began to think about the two options. If we recruit volunteers for the town militia then we wonât need to worry about money, but it will come along with a significant threat of death. On the other hand, relying on the Guild would keep all our lives safe, but in that case our wallets will hurt.
Money or people...
âWhat do you think, George?â
âLetâs see. Normally just a town militia would be enough. However, from what we hear the danger is out of the ordinary, so the militia would likely be unable to handle it.â
âI see. But if it turns out that it isnât really a big deal, then wouldnât the Guild commission just be a waste of money?â
âAh, thatâs true.â
âTilea, do you have anybody you could perhaps rely on?â
âHm~mm, if itâs just numbers then our storeâs staff and their friends sum up to quite a few, but...â
âAahh, you mean Nielsen, donât you? Honestly, where on earth did you find that dandy?â
Gegeh-, so even George knows about him!? So that Pervert (Nielsen)âs fame as a mature lady killer has spread this far.
âWell, itâs true that heâs popular with all the wives, isnât he? But his physical strength is a little...â
âOne of those so-called âloverboysâ, was he? A ladyâs man who gets through life with just money and power, huh.â
Muu, if that chuunibyou is a âloverboyâ then itâs the end of the damned world. But thinking about it, itâs true that we donât have enough people to form anything close to a decent militia. I think that even if we need to spend some money, itâs best to call the Guild.
âWell then, now that we have all discussed every opinion, it is time for a majority vote.â
Saying that, the mayor took the votes. Naturally I voted to commission the Guild.
The result...
The great majority voted the same way I did.
It looks like everybody is having their doubts about Loser (Bizef). Having come to a decision, we sent out a fast-horse to contact the guild. They should probably send a subjugation team in a few weeks.
âIt seems things have gotten serious, huh, Tilea. Try your best to be careful while going outside.â
âYes. Please be careful too, George.â
It really is dangerous. In particular, weâd better stay away from Zalg-... Huh?
Isnât that the place that Timu and the others like to play? Iâd better warn Timu as quickly as possible.
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Mr. Ekenhart was a master swordsman, so anyone he trained should be able to beat any ruffians with ease.
I had only spent time with a few of them, like Phillip, Nicholas, and Johanna, but they all seemed terribly reliable... Though, I hadnât actually seen them fight. It was just the way they carried themselves.
âAs for how to prevent them from buying... What can be done?â
That was unusual. Sebastian asked Mr. Kalis for a suggestion.
While Sebastian was reliable for his great wealth of knowledge, it seemed that he didnât know that much when it came to trade.
â...Indeed... What about setting a limit to how much you can buy? From what I understand, you do not need much to treat the illness. In that case, we can explain this to customers and limit everyone to only buying one.â
âI see...that would prevent them from buying in bulk. However, what about people who are buying for their whole family?â
âIn such cases, they will have to explain and offer some evidence that they speak the truth.â
Suggested Mr. Kalis, and they quickly decided on various countermeasures.
One person could buy up to two, and if they needed more than that for their family, one of the clerks would confirm that they were telling the truth.
It was also brought up that the malicious store could send several people to this store, but this in itself would offer information about them.
And if they happened to use more violent and threatening methods...the mansion guards would handle it.
âWell, here are the herbs for you to sell while I am away.â âYes, thank you. Iâll have Nick focus on working here in the meantime.â âThank you. Iâll let you know as soon as I return.â âCertainly.â
Now that they had decided on everything, I took out the herbs from my bag and handed them to Mr. Kalis.
Now Nick would not have to come to the mansion for a few days.
I hoped he would work hard in Mr. Kalisâs store and learn how to treat customers properly.
Now that our business there was over, Sebastian and I left the store.
As I had to leave through the east of the town in order to go to Range village, I headed towards the east gate.
âMr. Takumi, here is a map that will help you.â â...Thank you.â
While Sebastian had given me directions on how to reach it, he also handed me a map, just in case.
Perhaps I was lucky. He had just happened to see one that was being sold in town, and had bought it for me.
âIt really is close to a straight line, just as you said.â âYes. There is one place where the main road branches off, but it is not complex at all.â
I spread out the map in order to look at it. The map was filled with details on the area surrounding the town of Ractos.
Range village was basically a straight line from it to the east.
As Sebastian said, there was a branching path to the north. But as long as we didnât go there, it was unlikely that we could get lost.
âNow, please be careful, Mr. Takumi. And we will be waiting for your quick return.â âYou should be careful as well, while you continue the investigation.â âYes, I know.â
When we were near the east gate, Sebastian said that he was going to investigate the store, and so we would part ways there.
With a deep bow, he left. I hoped he would be as careful as possible.
There was still much that we didnât know about the store. And if they found out that someone from the dukeâs house was sniffing around, they might try and do something.
âAlso, Mr. Takumi. Donât forget what I told you when teaching you to use magic. If anything were to happen to you, Lady Claire...and Lyra would mourn.â
âDonât worry, I donât intend on allowing that to happen, but... Well, Iâll think of every option and run when itâs the right time.â
Sebastianâs last warning... If I encounter an enemy that I canât defeat, then I should run away.
Your life was the most important thing.
As for the thing he said after that, with a knowing grin, I would ignore it.
âAll right, letâs go, Leo!â âWuff!â
As soon as we were out of the gates, I climbed onto Leoâs back and she started to run.
âAs we were delayed a little, please run a little faster!â âWou! Wou!â
While we hadnât even lost a full hour, I still wanted to deliver the Ramogi to the village as soon as possible.
And so I asked Leo to run at a slightly faster speed than usual.
My baggage acted as a cushion, and I held on tight so that I wouldnât fall.
Leo replied enthusiastically, and then began to run at what felt like double speed.
...Uh, maybe it was too fast?
I was surprised that I was able to hang on... But perhaps it was because my training had toughened me up.
â...Leo. Run a little farther away from the main road!â âWuff?â
âYouâre startling people we pass by!â âWuff. Wuff.â
As I held on tightly, I shouted for Leo to move away from the road.
As she was moving at such a great speed, I had to shout loudly in order to be heard. Well...Leo actually had good ears, so maybe I didnât need to.
At first, Leo seemed like she was puzzled by the request, but she then understood and so moved away a little.
For nearly an hour after departing Ractos, Leo had surprised travelers moving in both directions by the incredible speed at which she ran.
But who wouldnât be surprised by the sight of a giant Silver Fenrir running down the road?
I had even seen panicking horses, and people throwing away belongings and running. That was how scary Leo looked to them.
They did not know Leo, but only saw a Silver Fenrir, the embodiment of horror.
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If so, then Inglis could raise her hope up.
If Highlander Knights were weaker than the Knights of Midland, then the Highland wouldnât be able to suppress them.
Therefore, a Highlander Knight must have the power to overwhelm the forces of Midland, or something else equivalent to it.
ãYou sure seem happy. Iâm enthralled to see that beautiful face of yours contort in fear.ã
ãI very much agree. I too want to see my own expression in such an event. If youâre that much of a powerhouse, that is.ã
ãIf soââHow does this sound? Oâ Gate, open!ã
A ripple in the space, something akin to a space distortion, vortexes around Farisâ clenched fists.
In the blink of an eye, the distortion warped all around, changing the scenery in front of Inglis.
Before she noticed, Inglis was already standing in a space with no walls or edges, accompanied with yellow-green light motes floating around.
ãThis is... a subspace?ã
ãItâs like the ãMaze of Trialsã......!ã
ãR-, rather than that, look at the surroundings! There are Magic Stone Beasts everywhere!ã
ãW-, whatâs with that number!?ã
Just as Leone and Prime Minister Althea said, there were legions and legions of Magic Stone Beasts crowding around.
They numbered not in tens, but in hundreds or even bordering thousands.
The countless beasts were all encircling Inglis, Faris, and the others from a distance.
They seemed to be unable to enter the pale-colored pillar of light Inglis and the others were in, as it seemed to be a safe-zone in this subspace.
ãThe beasts were gushing out from here, huh......!?ã
That would explain why Inglis couldnât feel their presence until they made their appearance.
When Inglis, Rafinha, and Leone were boarding on the Flygear Carrier, the beasts were dwelling in this subspace, and thus they technically didnât exist.
Unlike the Ironblood Chain Brigadeâs method of using Prism Powder to produce Magic Stone Beasts, Faris gathered the naturally spawned instances of those beasts and locked them in this space.
ãThat is what it is. Being in the same space with these monsters makes my skin crawl, though.ã
ãIn short, you gathered them to doctor the crime scene as if it was the work of the brigade, is it?ã
ãSpot on. Itâs already well known that itâs their modus operandi, isnât it? Those foolish Knights of the Kingdom were too shortsighted. If you want to frame, make sure that every piece of evidence points in the correct direction. You see, Iâm a cautious man.ããI see. So for that reason you asked us to be your guards.ã
ãWhat do you mean, Glis?ã
ãIn his script, the three of us will join the Ironblood Chain Brigade, kill Special Envoy Myynti along with Prime Minister Althea, and ultimately break the ongoing negotiation.ã
ã...... I see! Itâll be all more convincing with me here, since people will think Iâm chasing after my brother!ã
ã...... And since Iâm here, big brother Rafa will be suspected of being affiliated with the brigade as well!ã
ãYeah. I think that is the case. I feel sick just imagining it.ã
ãUnforgivable!!ã
ãThatâs my line, you damn brats......! Thatâs not the only reason I brought the three of you here. Iâll avenge the death of Rahal with your livesââã
ã...... Mr. Rahalâs? Iâm surprised to learn that someone adores a person like him.ã
ãYou must be a freak to avenge a b̲a̲s̲t̲a̲r̲d̲ like him! Heâs no better than that special envoy from before!ã
ãHmph. Quite the nerve you have to ridicule a son in front of his father.ã
So, he is actually Mister Lambert? Him being a representative of the firm was a farce too?
No, that doesnât matter now, but whatâs with his youthââ? His age doesnât look that far apart from Rahalâs when he died.
ãAlong with my being a Highlander, I was given a new body. Because of that, I was also given the duty of a Knight. I had no choice, my old body was already falling apart from an illness. Now, I am fully aware how profligate my son is, but he is still my son! Iâll have you learn the pain of a father who lost his child!ã
ã...... Thatâs unjustified! Your grudge is ill-directed!ã
ãParents like you are blind when youâre raising your children!!ã
Rafinha and Leone were correct.
ãAdding ideologies and grudges to your own strength are not fun, you know? Relax a little more and enjoy your own strength.ã
ãIâll do just that, after I take your lives! Tell you what, now that youâve entered this subspace, youâre already checkmated. This isnât simply a space to lock up Magic Stone Beasts; itâs originally an execution ground for Knights like you! Your Artifacts are useless within this subspace.ã
Farisâ smile was like a crooked sword.
ã...... Heâs right, my light arrow doesnât come out!ã
ãMy sword doesnât listen to me either!ã
Rafinha and Leone raised their pitch.
ã...... I see now.ã
So this is the reason Highlander Knights can suppress Midlander Knights.
Inglis converted Ether into mana, manipulating it to produce an ice swordââ
But the sword didnât even form, as the mana dispersed right after it was converted, making her unable to control it properly.
The reason Artifacts stopped working was because the userâs mana was interrupted so the tool couldnât fulfill its function.
Apparently, that was also the case, even if one was to directly manipulate mana without the aid of Runes.
ãIt doesnât work for me either.ã
ãThatâs rightââExcept for me, for I have stigmata! Now die!ã
Under Farisâ command, the pillar of light that engulfed the entire group now squeezed down to only protect him alone.
Inglis and her group that was thrown out of the lightâs protection was exposed to the innumerable Magic Stone Beasts which drew closer by the seconds.
ãRani! Leone! I leave the Prime Minister to you!ã
ãYeah!ã
ãIâll see what I can do!ã
Inglis stepped forward as she confirmed their reply.
The overwhelming number of Magic Stone Beasts was swarming around her. Their number shouldnât be taken lightly.
The most ideal way was to give Faris, the master of this subspace, some good beating until he brought them out of here.
ãHaaat!!ã
Inglis rushed at the nearest Magic Stone Beast and kicked it as hard as she could.
The blown away beast was flung towards the pillar of light that covered Faris, and thenââ
Kerchank!
With a dry sound, the Magic Stone Beastâs body bounced. The pillar didnât even twitch from it.
ãHahahaha!! This is my front-row seat to watch you die! Whatever you do, it wonât workââã
A roar thundered, and the pillar of light was shattered into pieces.
ãWhat wonât?ã
ãGUAAH......!?ã
Clad in the pale light of Ether Armor, Inglis grabbed Faris by the throat with one hand, his feet didnât touch the ground.
ãH-...... howââwhat did you......ã
ãI just punched it as hard as I could, thatâs all. What of it?ã
There was a gentle, dainty smile decorating those words. For Faris, however, that smile was the most frightening thing.
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âI receive more than enough from the other herbs.â
By selling the Ramogi at a lower price, Mr. Kalisâs store would not be making as much of a profit.
I didnât think he would object to it, but Iâm sure he would feel better if the profits increased... And I didnât mind, as this would ultimately affect that other store.
So while I would be getting paid less, it would benefit me in other ways.
Besides, I was receiving quite enough already. My savings were just increasing.
Itâs not like I had too much of it, but the thing was, I had nothing to spend it on as of now.
âBut... That really wonât do. It goes against the contract... And as the butler of the Liebert house, my pride will not allow it.â âYour...pride?â
Sebastian stubbornly refused this idea that I would not be paid for the Ramogi.
What should I do...?
âIn that case, just...lower the payment. That way, it could not be said that I was working for free.â
â...Indeed... I suppose it would mean you were being rewarded, Mr. Takumi. However...â âItâs fine. This only for a short period, after all. It is not a big deal.â
Otherwise, we might be here arguing all day.
â...Thank you, Mr. Takumi. And all because I consulted you about it...â âWell, that was in the contract. You are just doing your job. While Iâm happy to be paid, I donât need much right now.â
I said, and the conversation was finished.
In the first place, the contract would not have allowed them to lower the prices without telling me.
So itâs not Sebastianâs fault that I insisted on doing the work without payment or for less.
And so I patted him on the shoulder as he bowed his head, and then we headed to the dining hall.
As we had been talking for a while, Tilura must be tired of waiting... Leo and Sherry as well.
âYouâre late, Mr. Takumi!â âWuff!â
âKyau!â
âSorry, sorry. I had something to discuss with Sebastian.â
When I entered the dining hall, Tilura and the others protested just as I was expecting.
âIs something wrong, Mr. Takumi?â
âNo, not exactly. Sebastian will explain it to you later.â â...Yes, I will tell you everything, Lady Claire.â âI see. Very well.â
Ms. Claire was curious about what we were talking about, but right now, we had to eat.
Besides, I had a feeling that if we got started, then Ms. Claire would be the next one to argue with me about payment.
And I was hungry, and the children could wait no longer.
Well, Leo wasnât a child...
âLetâs eat then.â âYes!â âWuff-wuff!â âKyau!â
Said Ms. Claire, and we all began to eat.
Tilura, Leo and Sherry fell on their food hungrily and ate rapidly.
Ms. Claire was about to scold them, but gave up and ate her own food. I too ate the food that Ms. Helena had prepared.
Tilura was starting to resemble her father when it came to eating habits. But that was too rude to say out loud...
âMr. Takumi. I heard that Sebastian is teaching you magic now. How is it going?â âIt was a little difficult at first... But I was able to do some beginner magic.â âItâs because Mr. Takumi has the right qualities to be good with magic.â âIs that so?â
It was while we were drinking tea.
Ms. Claire asked me about how my magic training was going.
While no magic had been activated the first time I chanted, I was able to do it once I learned of magic energy.
Sebastian seemed to think I had potential. I wonder if itâs true?
âI think you have a good ability to detect magic energy. Normally, people cannot do it so quickly after hearing an explanation. Because a lot of it relies on feeling. In fact, when Lady Claire first began...â âWhy, Sebastian!â
â...That was some years ago... When Lady Claire was little. She did not understand what I was saying, and believed that she didnât have magic energy...â
âAnd?â
Detecting magic was related to potential... Iâd keep that in mind.
But the conversation had now turned to Ms. Claireâs past, which Sebastian related with amusement, in spite of Ms. Claireâs protests.
...He was clearly in the mood to make fun of her.
But I was quite interested, and urged him to continue.
âShe then went crying to His Grace. ...It was very difficult to console her when she was like that. And yet the very idea of someone not having magic energy is ridiculous.â
â...But I didnât know such things back then...â âYou must have been a very cute child.â
Indeed, he had said that all humans needed magic energy in order to live.
But Ms. Claire didnât know this, and had cried off to her father and caused a lot of trouble.
Ms. Claire looked quite embarrassed by this story, but we all laughed and the time continued to pass amidst a relaxed atmosphere.
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ããããšã | I painted myself white one day, stood on a box, put a hat or a can at my feet, and when someone came by and dropped in money, I handed them a flower -- and some intense eye contact.
And if they didn't take the flower, I threw in a gesture of sadness and longing -- as they walked away.
So I had the most profound encounters with people, especially lonely people who looked like they hadn't talked to anyone in weeks, and we would get this beautiful moment of prolonged eye contact being allowed in a city street, and we would sort of fall in love a little bit.
And my eyes would say -- "Thank you. I see you."
And their eyes would say -- "Nobody ever sees me. Thank you."
I would get harassed sometimes.
People would yell at me from their cars.
"Get a job!"
"This is my job."
But it hurt, because it made me fear that I was somehow doing something un-joblike and unfair, shameful. I had no idea how perfect a real education I was getting for the music business on this box.
And for the economists out there, you may be interested to know I actually made a pretty predictable income, which was shocking to me, given I had no regular customers, but pretty much 60 bucks on a Tuesday, 90 bucks on a Friday.
It was consistent.
And meanwhile, I was touring locally and playing in nightclubs with my band, the Dresden Dolls.
This was me on piano, a genius drummer.
I wrote the songs, and eventually we started making enough money that I could quit being a statue, and as we started touring, I really didn't want to lose this sense of direct connection with people, because I loved it.
So after all of our shows, we would sign autographs and hug fans and hang out and talk to people, and we made an art out of asking people to help us and join us, and I would track down local musicians and artists and they would set up outside of our shows, and they would pass the hat, and then they would come in and join us onstage, so we had this rotating smorgasbord of weird, random circus guests.
And then Twitter came along, and made things even more magic, because I could ask instantly for anything anywhere.
So I would need a piano to practice on, and an hour later I would be at a fan's house. This is in London.
People would bring home-cooked food to us all over the world backstage and feed us and eat with us. This is in Seattle.
Fans who worked in museums and stores and any kind of public space would wave their hands if I would decide to do a last-minute, spontaneous, free gig.
On Saturday I tweeted for this crate and hat, because I did not want to schlep them from the East Coast, and they showed up care of this dude, Chris, from Newport Beach, who says hello.
I once tweeted, "Where in Melbourne can I buy a neti pot?"
And a nurse from a hospital drove one right at that moment to the cafe I was in, and I bought her a smoothie and we sat there talking about nursing and death.
And I love this kind of random closeness, which is lucky, because I do a lot of couchsurfing.
In mansions where everyone in my crew gets their own room but there's no wireless, and in punk squats, My crew once pulled our van up to a really poor Miami neighborhood and we found out that our couchsurfing host for the night was an 18-year-old girl, still living at home, and her family were all undocumented immigrants from Honduras.
And that night, her whole family took the couches and she slept together with her mom so that we could take their beds.
And I lay there thinking, these people have so little.
Is this fair?
And in the morning, her mom taught us how to try to make tortillas and wanted to give me a Bible, and she took me aside and she said to me in her broken English, "Your music has helped my daughter so much.
Thank you for staying here. We're all so grateful."
And I thought, this is fair.
This is this.
A couple of months later, I was in Manhattan, and I tweeted for a crash pad, and at midnight, I'm on the Lower East Side, and it occurs to me I've never actually done this alone.
I've always been with my band or my crew.
Is this what stupid people do? Is this how stupid people die?
And before I can change my mind, the door busts open.
She's an artist. He's a financial blogger for Reuters, and they're pouring me a glass of red wine and offering me a bath, and I have had thousands of nights like that and like that.
So I couchsurf a lot. I also crowdsurf a lot.
I maintain couchsurfing and crowdsurfing are basically the same thing.
You're falling into the audience and you're trusting each other.
I once asked an opening band of mine if they wanted to go out into the crowd and pass the hat to get some extra money, something that I did a lot.
And as usual, the band was psyched, but there was this one guy in the band who told me he just couldn't bring himself to go out there.
It felt too much like begging to stand there with the hat.
And I recognized his fear of "Is this fair?" and "Get a job."
And meanwhile, my band is becoming bigger and bigger.
We sign with a major label.
And our music is a cross between punk and cabaret.
It's not for everybody.
Well, maybe it's for you.
We sign, and there's all this hype leading up to our next record.
And it comes out and it sells about 25,000 copies in the first few weeks, and the label considers this a failure.
I was like, "25,000, isn't that a lot?"
They said, "No, the sales are going down. It's a failure."
And they walk off.
Right at this same time, I'm signing and hugging after a gig, and a guy comes up to me and hands me a $10 bill, and he says, "I'm sorry, I burned your CD from a friend."
"But I read your blog, I know you hate your label.
I just want you to have this money."
And this starts happening all the time.
I become the hat after my own gigs, but I have to physically stand there and take the help from people, and unlike the guy in the opening band, I've actually had a lot of practice standing there.
Thank you.
And this is the moment I decide I'm just going to give away my music for free online whenever possible, so it's like Metallica over here, Napster, bad; Amanda Palmer over here, and I'm going to encourage torrenting, downloading, sharing, but I'm going to ask for help, because I saw it work on the street.
So I fought my way off my label, and for my next project with my new band, the Grand Theft Orchestra, I turned to crowdfunding.
And I fell into those thousands of connections that I'd made, and I asked my crowd to catch me.
And the goal was 100,000 dollars.
My fans backed me at nearly 1.2 million, which was the biggest music crowdfunding project to date.
And you can see how many people it is.
It's about 25,000 people.
And the media asked, "Amanda, the music business is tanking and you encourage piracy.
How did you make all these people pay for music?"
And the real answer is, I didn't make them.
I asked them. And through the very act of asking people, I'd connected with them, and when you connect with them, people want to help you.
It's kind of counterintuitive for a lot of artists.
They don't want to ask for things.
But it's not easy. It's not easy to ask.
And a lot of artists have a problem with this.
Asking makes you vulnerable.
And I got a lot of criticism online, after my Kickstarter went big, for continuing my crazy crowdsourcing practices, specifically for asking musicians who are fans if they wanted to join us on stage for a few songs in exchange for love and tickets and beer, and this was a doctored image that went up of me on a website.
And this hurt in a really familiar way.
And people saying, "You're not allowed anymore to ask for that kind of help," really reminded me of the people in their cars yelling, "Get a job."
Because they weren't with us on the sidewalk, and they couldn't see the exchange that was happening between me and my crowd, an exchange that was very fair to us but alien to them.
So this is slightly not safe for work.
This is my Kickstarter backer party in Berlin.
At the end of the night, I stripped and let everyone draw on me.
Now let me tell you, if you want to experience the visceral feeling of trusting strangers -- I recommend this, especially if those strangers are drunk German people. This was a ninja master-level fan connection, because what I was really saying here was, I trust you this much.
Should I? Show me.
For most of human history, musicians, artists, they've been part of the community.
Connectors and openers, not untouchable stars.
Celebrity is about a lot of people loving you from a distance, but the Internet and the content that we're freely able to share on it are taking us back.
It's about a few people loving you up close and about those people being enough.
So a lot of people are confused by the idea of no hard sticker price.
They see it as an unpredictable risk, but the things I've done, the Kickstarter, the street, the doorbell, I don't see these things as risk.
I see them as trust.
Now, the online tools to make the exchange as easy and as instinctive as the street, they're getting there.
But the perfect tools aren't going to help us if we can't face each other and give and receive fearlessly, but, more important -- to ask without shame.
My music career has been spent trying to encounter people on the Internet the way I could on the box.
So blogging and tweeting not just about my tour dates and my new video but about our work and our art and our fears and our hangovers, our mistakes, and we see each other.
And I think when we really see each other, we want to help each other.
I think people have been obsessed with the wrong question, which is, "How do we make people pay for music?"
What if we started asking, "How do we let people pay for music?"
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Having obtained new gauntlets, I had a delighted expression on my face, my hands itching for the action. Frankly put, I really wanted to put their ability to test right away. Maxwell, on the other hand, was looking extremely weary.
âYou sure look carefree. And here I am depressed.â
âHuh, why? I got my weapon, so my power should go up. Thereâs nothing wrong with it, is there?â
âI do not mean that. I am talking about Maria and Cortina.â
âOh...â
If those two press Maxwell for answers, even he would not be able to get away. Cortina had Maria as a reinforcement this time, so my identity was just waiting to get busted at this rate.
âI feel like no excuses will work next time. Why not just come out with it already?â
âLike I can do that so late in the game! Iâd be super awkward!â
Thereâs no way I can reveal it myself. But I couldnât find a good excuse to deceive them, either.
I couldnât erase the feeling that all doors were closed on me.
âShould I transform again and redirect them that way?â
âDoing that more than once would instead invite more danger. Do you believe that Cortina will be deceived over and over?â
â...Yeah, not happening.â
Currently, Cortina was under the impression that this imaginary person, Haumea, was Reid. If she learned that she was fake, then her aim would shift to the one that visited Maxwellâs mansion most frequentlyâin other words, me.
âIt would be a stupid plan to make any moves now. I will try to distract them with the pursuit of Klein and Mateus, since they are the focus now.â
âCan you even get juicy information required for that to work?â
âI suppose not.â
Mateus pulled back, which meant Klein Stolla Serwa wasnât in this town anymore. Since he left the city already, there was no knowing where he could have gone from there. If he had connections to someone that could use Teleportation magic, he could be anywhere now. Pursuing someone like that would be close to impossible even for Maxwell.
âUntil I get it, I will somehow distract them by doing work separately. Cortina and others have their hands full of investigating the Stolla domain, right?â
âYeah. Thereâs also the matter of Donovan too.â
âBut there was also the matter of that assassin from the southern City-State union of Qaum. There is a need to investigate that too, right?â
âAh, so youâre gonna tell them youâd investigate that yourself?â
âYes, after all, either matter requires prompt action from us. There is a high possibility that we would lose our target if we stall the matter for too long. As such, Maria and I, who are able to use the Teleportation magic, have to share that work.â
âI see. I suppose that works as an excuse. Still, pursuing that assassin can be quite dangerous, you know? Although not quite on my level from my previous life, that Mateus is still extremely dangerous.â
âSinging praises to yourself, eh? In that case, perhaps I will take Gadius too.â
I suppose there should be no problems with a specialist in protection like Gadius with him. Still, Elves and Dwarves were generally on bad terms, but these two got along surprisingly well.
Well, they were comrades who have looked death in the eyes many a time, so it was probably natural.
âIf the enemy has people like that on their side, I kinda wanna tag along as a guard...â
âThe present you? You canât even leave the town so easily, can you?â
âUgh, yeah, I even have some self-restraints put on the hunting too.â
Since Cloud got rolled up in such an incident just outside of the city, we had to be wary of the surroundings for some time. Thus, the kingdom was more vigilant now and also requested low-level Adventurers to put self-restraint on their activities.
As an after-effect of that, our hunts also fell under such self-restraints. Cloudâs food situation required him to hunt, but it couldnât be helped now. To deal with that immediate problem, we were using illegal channels to distribute our own shares as preserved foods.
âOh well. Please deal with that somehow, old man.â
âI feel bad about it, okay? Iâll give you something to make up for it later.â
âYou shall not fool me with some cheap meat!â
âCanât you just let yourself be fooled? Iâm still a kid!â
âYou are only a kid when it suits your needs.â
Maxwell drew near to smack me on my head. I dodged his hand and made my way out of his mansion.
Late at night. I started feeling like I was becoming quite a nocturnal person.
I used my Stealth Gift to its utmost and left the city, entering the forest. This was to test my new ability and the performance of the new equipment. I was quite fond of my new weapon, but that didnât mean I would be an expert at using it from the get-go.
Every good weapon needed getting used to first.
âThat said, I just want to test it right away, but...â
First I decided to start by testing the muscle fiber manipulation that I discovered during the fight with Mateus.
I jumped, accelerated, and decelerated, leaping around in the forest to my heartâs content. My speed was far faster compared to being strengthened with threads.
However...
âThis... Is no good. The burden is too much.â
Unlike the Enchant magic, it didnât strengthen my stamina along with it. My body couldnât keep up with my movement ability and started screeching in a short time.
âI did well enduring it during the fight with Mateus.â
If I had exceeded my limit while fighting, he couldâve easily cut me down. Then, I suddenly remembered the spell that was carved on my gauntlets.
Aste said there was Enchant installed on it. In that case, wouldnât it also be able to raise my stamina? Thinking that, I quickly let my magic power flow through it.
Receiving my magic power, the spell activated on its own and covered my body. I then used my thread manipulation on top of it and did the same actions as before. Albeit only by a bit, the burden seemed to have lessened.
The reason I was still feeling some burden was probably that my manipulation ability was exceeding the strength of the Enchant spell. Still, if it was this much, I could last for about ten minutes. The build-in magic could only last for three minutes, so any longer would be pointless.
âNext would be to check the threads themselves. We worked so hard to get them... Hmm?â
Then, I suddenly noticed a rustling in the grass. Any violent animals were being periodically exterminated by Adventurers around these parts, so it shouldnât have been any dangerous animal.
As if to betray my expectations... A giant silhouette showed itself from the grass. | {
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ããããšãããããŸãã | In Britain, 63 percent of all men who come out of short sentences from prison re-offend again within a year.
Now how many previous offenses do you think they have on average managed to commit?
Forty-three.
And how many previous times do you think they've been in prison?
Seven.
So we went to talk to the Ministry of Justice, and we said to the Ministry of Justice, what's it worth to you if fewer of these guys re-offend?
It's got to be worth something, right?
I mean, there's prison costs, there's police costs, there's court costs, all these things that you're spending money on to deal with these guys. What's it worth?
Now, of course, we care about the social value.
Social Finance, the organization I helped set up, cares about social stuff.
But we wanted to make the economic case, because if we could make the economic case, then the value of doing this would be completely compelling.
And if we can agree on both a value and a way of measuring whether we've been successful at reducing that re-offending, then we can do something we think rather interesting.
The idea is called the social impact bond.
Now, the social impact bond is simply saying, if we can get the government to agree, that we can create a contract where they only pay if it worked.
So that means that they can try out new stuff of having to pay if it didn't work, which for still quite a lot of bits of government, that's a serious issue.
Now, many of you may have noticed there's a problem at this point, and that is that it takes a long time to measure whether those outcomes have happened.
So we have to raise some money.
We use the contract to raise money from socially motivated investors.
Socially motivated investors: there's an interesting idea, right?
But actually, there's a lot of people who, if they're given the chance, would love to invest in something that does social good.
And here's the opportunity.
Do you want to also help government find whether there's a better economic model, not just leaving these guys to come out of prison and waiting till they re-offend and putting them back in again, but actually working with them to move to a different path to end up with fewer crimes and fewer victims?
So we find some investors, and they pay for a set of services, and if those services are successful, then they improve outcomes, and with those measured reductions in re-offending, government saves money, and with those savings, they can pay outcomes.
And the investors do not just get their money back, but they make a return.
So in March 2010, we signed the first social impact bond with the Ministry of Justice around Peterborough Prison.
It was to work with 3,000 offenders split into three cohorts of 1,000 each.
Now, each of those cohorts would get measured over the two years that they were coming out of prison.
They've got to have a year to commit their crimes, six months to get through the court system, and then they would be compared to a group taken from the police national computer, as similar as possible, and we would get paid providing we achieved a hurdle rate of 10-percent reduction, for every conviction event that didn't happen.
So we get paid for crimes saved.
Now if we achieved that 10-percent reduction across all three cohorts, then the investors get a seven and a half percent annualized return on their investment, and if we do better than that, they can get up to 13 percent annualized return on their investment, which is okay.
So everyone wins here, right?
The Ministry of Justice can try out a new program and they only pay if it works.
Investors get two opportunities: for the first time, they can invest in social change.
Also, they make a reasonable return, and they also know that first investors in these kinds of things, they're going to have to believers.
They're going to have to care in the social program, but if this builds a track record over five or 10 years, then you can widen that investor community as more people have confidence in the product.
The service providers, well, for the first time, they've got an opportunity to provide services and grow the evidence for what they're doing in a really constructive way and learn and demonstrate the value of what they're doing over five or six years, not just one or two as often happens at the moment.
Society wins: fewer crimes, fewer victims.
Now, the offenders, they also benefit.
Instead of just coming out of the prison with 46 pounds in their pocket, half of them not knowing where they're spending their first night out of jail, actually, someone meets them in prison, learns about their issues, meets them at the gate, takes them through to somewhere to stay, connects them to benefits, connects them to employment, drug rehabilitation, mental health, whatever's needed.
So let's think of another example: working with children in care.
Social impact bonds work great for any area where there is at the moment very expensive provision that produces poor outcomes for people.
So children in the state care tend to do very badly.
Only 13 percent achieve a reasonable level of five GCSEs at 16, against 58 percent of the wider population.
More troublingly, 27 percent of offenders in prison have spent some time in care.
And even more worryingly, and this is a Home Office statistic, 70 percent of prostitutes have spent some time in care.
The state is not a great parent.
But there are great programs for adolescents who are on the edge of care, and 30 percent of kids going into care are adolescents.
So we set up a program with Essex County Council to test out intensive family therapeutic support for those families with adolescents on the edge of the care system.
Essex only pays in the event that it's saving them care costs.
Investors have put in 3.1 million pounds.
That program started last month.
Others, around homelessness in London, around youth and employment and education elsewhere in the country.
There are now 13 social impact bonds in Britain, and amazing levels of interest in this idea all over the world.
So David Cameron's put 20 million pounds into a social outcomes fund to support this idea.
Obama has suggested 300 million dollars in the U.S. budget for these kinds of ideas and structures to move it forward, and a lot of other countries are demonstrating considerable interest.
So what's caused this excitement?
Why is this so different for people?
Well, the first piece, which we've talked about, is innovation.
It enables testing of new ideas in a way that's less difficult for everybody.
The second piece it brings is rigor.
By working to outcomes, people really have to test and bring data into the situation that one's dealing with.
So taking Peterborough as an example, we add case management across all of the different organizations that we're working with what actually has been done with different prisoners, and at the same time they learn from the Ministry of Justice, and we learn, because we pushed for the data, what actually happens, whether they get re-arrested or not.
And we learn and adapt the program accordingly.
And this leads to the third element, which is new, and that's flexibility.
Because normal contracting for things, when you're spending government money, you're spending our money, tax money, and the people who are in charge of that are very aware of it so the temptation is to control exactly how you spend it.
Now any entrepreneur in the room knows that version 1.0, the business plan, is not the one that generally works.
So when you're trying to do something like this, you need the flexibility to adapt the program.
And again, in Peterborough, we started off with a program, but we also collected data, and over the period of time, we nuanced and changed that program to add a range of other elements, so that the service adapts and we meet the needs of the long term as well as the short term: greater engagement from the prisoners, longer-term engagement as well.
The last element is partnership.
There is, at the moment, a stale debate going on very often: state's better, public sector's better, private sector's better, social sector's better, for a lot of these programs.
Actually, for creating social change, we need to bring in the expertise from all of those parties in order to make this work.
And this creates a structure through which they can combine.
So where does this leave us?
This leaves us with a way that people can invest in social change.
We've met thousands, possibly millions of people, who want the opportunity to invest in social change.
We've met champions all over the public sector keen to make these kinds of differences.
With this kind of model, we can help bring them together.
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ãRules exist to be kept and followed! Therefore I will not accept the position of a Knight Commander! I donât want the long line of Knight tradition to be broken just for me aloneââ!ã
ãB-, but, Inglis! Isnât only by revisioning old customs and discover a new and better one, we can weave a path for the future?!ã
ãHis Majesty the King is correct! Rather than rigid traditions, we must make a choice that is truly for the good of the Kingdom and the people! You have that worth!ã
As expected, King Charleas and Redas were insistent. From the way they spoke, it seemed that they really wished to install Inglis as a Commander, thinking that would be for the sake of the country. They were both flexible with their attitude, evaluating good things as good and nothing else, and didnât bind themselves to commonly accepted practice.
Those were all good points, which was why it was troubling.
Donât roll me up in your world-keeping business.
ãHowever, is that necessarily for the better? Will it really be for the good of this country and the people? In fact, didnât this gentleman just object to it?ã
ãThat is just a trifle matter, Inglis. A pebble in the face of a grand cause.ã
ãIndeed. He only did it to cover his own hide, fearing his position will be threatened!ã
ãIt is only normal for any man to worry about his position. I donât think there is anything wrong itââAnd Iâm sure that there will be many others who would feel the same way if I were to be appointed as a Knight Commander.ã
ãThat, may be true, but......!ã
ãBut still!ã
ãAt the same time, if I, a Runeless, become a Knight Commander, then all the Squires before me will believe that they, too, can become an official Knight. However, in actuality, they cannot, can they?ã
ãUnless they possess the strength to be one, much like you do, then obviously they canât.ã
ãM-mu...a slight change in heart may cause a division amongst us, so you say......ã
ãAre you saying that, at the end of the day, it is not beneficial for the country?ã
ãYes. That is whyââwith a heavy heart, I must decline the position of a Commander Knight. I truly am sorry......ã
Having said so, a single tear trickled down Inglisâ cheek. Half of what she performed was an act, but the other half of it was genuine. She really found it regrettable. Of course, it wasnât about her declining her position as a Knight Commander or her lamenting her career path.
ââin short, she grieved for the feast that was supposed to be waiting for them after her inauguration.
After having turned down King Charleasâ personal assistance, they would happily indulge in the celebratory feast and put everything behindââobviously that wasnât how things would turn. She was really sad, as the banquet was right under her nose. She couldnât hold her tears to flow, but she had no other option but to leave now.
ãGlis......ã
Nearby, Rafinha was also drowning in tears. She too had guessed it from the flow of events. The fact that they had to give up on the feast.
ãInglisââã
However, King Charleas and Redas seemed to have taken a different meaning from it. The tears shed by Inglis, an immensely beautiful lady at the young age of , seemed to have formed a ripple in their hearts. There were signs that they would back down.
Still, what was the point of the summon then? Not only would they miss out on the banquet, but Inglis also had to go to the effort of refusing the career she had no interest in.
Had she known this would be the case, she would have just stayed and helped with the civil engineering work at the Knight Academy and taken the provided lunch boxes. Now she had missed the lunch boxes too.
No, this isnât the end yet! I refuse to fall only to gain nothing. At least let me get something out of this!
With that in mind, Inglis knelt down again in front of the King.
ãYour Majesty. I may be unable to accept the position, but I shall offer you my strength.ã
ãHm......What do you mean?ã
ãI will certainly come to your bidding in times of crisis like the other day, so please summon me as you see fit! Use my power to its limit however you need it. If so, there wonât be any unnecessary conflict like what I mentioned before. I believe you will be able to utilize me most effectively like such.ã
ãHowever, that will make you...ã
ãI donât mind. I need neither position nor honor. So long my heart is gratified, I wish for nothing more.ã
Of course, what she meant by that was to be able to fight against strong opponents to heartâs content, to gain experience in actual combat, and to experience growth from it. However, how they take Inglisâ words was up to them.
ãWhat a venerable young girl! I admire your spirit.ã
King Charleas seemed to have interpreted it as Inglis wishing for the good of the Kingdom and the people. Again, it was up to them to decide how they would take Inglisâ words. Inglis herself spewed not a single lie.
ãI see......How regrettable, I would have loved to serve under you......Being with you, with your beautiful figure like the moon in the high sky, and your fragrance like the most sublime flower, every day would have been paradise......ã
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ãN-, never mind! A-anyway! While you will not become our commander, we can still fight together again, right?!ã
ãOf course. I look forward for that time to come. Please do summon me whenever you need my help.ã
Personally, for Inglis, it would be great if they would call upon her just to defeat some strong opponent without her having to bear the responsibility that came with it. Thatâs what she tried to get across.
There was some slight difference regarding the motives; they sought for a bigger cause while Inglis sought for battle experience, but this would benefit both parties, so it would be fine.
With that, her coming here wouldnât be all for naught.
ãNow, if you will excuse us!ã
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