Leave a Comment / Reincarnation into a barrier master / By IX
“This… What is this?”
“It’s an experiment notebook.”
While Imani remained composed despite the surprise, Clarina appeared entirely calm.
“Why… is there only one notebook?”
Imani flipped through Clarina’s experiment notebook.
“There are so few entries… Only one experiment? You only conducted it once?”
“Yes. The results came out after one experiment, so…”
“Success in just one try? Th-that can’t be possible…”
Imani’s voice trembled.
“D-Director!”
Darina snatched Clarina’s experiment notebook from Imani’s hands and started to read it.
“This… What is this? You didn’t try it again?”
Darina’s voice quivered, and Imani stood beside her, pressing her chest as she breathed heavily.
“Haa, haa, hoo, hoo… This… We should present it as it is… Just give me some time to think. I’m sorry, but please, leave me alone for a moment. There’s still thirty minutes left… Give me a little time alone, please.”
“Director!”
Darina desperately called out, placing her hand on Imani’s shoulder. Observing this scene, Clarina couldn’t hide her confusion.
Amidst the struggle, Imani fervently begged to be left alone and to be given time to think. The two were eventually forced to leave the room.
“…Success in just one try… Ridiculous…”
In a separate room, Darina murmured while covering her face with both hands.
“…Kirislei, Gaisha… Really…”
“That’s enough!”
Darina interrupted Clarina’s words with a scream-like exclamation. Both of them remained motionless, engulfed in silence. Soon, as the break time was coming to an end, they returned to Imani’s room.
There, Imani lay unconscious, collapsed on the desk.
No matter how they called or shook her, there was no response from Imani. They called for someone’s help and transported Imani. At that moment, a bell rang, signaling the resumption of the questioning session. The two, still dazed and disheartened, took Clarina’s experiment notebook that was left on Imani’s desk, and they walked back to the cathedral’s hall.
In the cathedral, there hung a portrait of the supreme god Crimeana. The pope, who was closest to the portrait, had lost his smile. His eyebrows formed a questioning expression.
“Vice Director Darina… What is the matter with Director Imani collapsing?”
The pope’s calm voice echoed throughout the cathedral. Darina stood up, visibly flustered.
“I-I’m terribly sorry. I apologize deeply. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Darina kept bowing repeatedly to the pope. Her unusual behavior was enough to cause a commotion in the audience. The hall buzzed with whispers. Darina continued bowing to the pope without stopping. Amidst the commotion, Mei’s clear voice resonated.
“Please calm down. Vice Director Darina, please take your seat. Is it our fault that Director Imani collapsed? Was it a sudden illness? If you don’t mind, may we assist you?”
Darina turned to face Mei, swaying slightly. With a pale face, she spoke.
“…No, it’s fine.”
Hearing those words, Mei nodded slightly and continued speaking.
“In that case, I would like to see Clarina’s research notes.”
“Yes…”
With a solemn expression, Clarina stood up and walked to Mei and the others’ table. She then handed the notebook she held to Mei.
“Huh? Is this all? It’s an experiment notebook, right?”
Chiwang exclaimed in surprise, and Roni widened her eyes in astonishment. Mei remained expressionless and silently received Clarina’s experiment notebook, with both Chiwang and Mei peering over her shoulder to look at the notebook.
The hall continued to buzz with whispers. The Pope did not try to silence them, but instead, he stared intently at Mei and her group’s actions. Darina, still burying her head on the desk, struggled to maintain her composure. Meanwhile, Linos glanced at Mei’s movements and quietly cast a healing spell on his right hand, which was already past its limits.
“Understood.”
Mei’s voice resounded within the cathedral. Simultaneously, she closed the experiment notebook with a pat and stood up.
“Clarina-san, did you perform the experiment only once?”
Clarina answered firmly, “Yes. The results of that experiment are the same as what I presented and were published in the Sanctuaria.”
“I can’t accept that.”
Roni stood up and interjected. Clarina retorted, “Why not? I conducted the experiment once, and the results were obtained. The results were obtained. Please believe me!”
“We want to confirm that your research is not a mere coincidence. That’s why we asked for a replication of the experiment. Can you assert that, using the same method written here, if you conduct the experiment ten more times, you will achieve the same results? Can you provide evidence?”
“W-well, that’s…”
“You can’t make such a claim at this stage. Understand? Medicine is about accumulating experience and probability. It’s not an academic discipline where you simply accept the results once you get what you hoped for. You must repeat experiments numerous times and quantify experience and probability. Those numbers become the criteria for reliability. Indeed, your notes show a 100% success rate. The denominator is one, and the numerator is also one. Equals 100%. However, with the replication experiment we conducted, the denominator has become three, and the numerator is still one. As of now, the success rate has dropped to 33%. With this situation, it seems that the more you increase the denominator, the lower the success rate will be, doesn’t it?”
“…”
Clarina couldn’t find a rebuttal and glared at Roni.
“I also reviewed the notebook, and I’d rate Clarina’s experiment record ten out of a hundred. There are too few entries, extremely few illustrations depicting the procedures, and plenty of blank spaces. With this, anyone can add more information anytime. This is unacceptable,” Chiwang said while shaking his head. Clarina, with tears in her eyes, glared at Mei and her group, but Roni showed no mercy.
“Clarina’s experiments lack credibility. Therefore, the logic presented by the Krismlei, Gaisha, and Luroans as the means of infection between specific beastmen and humans holds no persuasive power. Moreover, the logic claiming that the bile of the sheep-beastmen is the primary ingredient for the antidote lacks credibility. This is a serious matter, a major event,” Roni asserted.
The hall erupted into a commotion. Amidst the chaos, a man from the front row stood up, pointing at Roni and raising his voice.
“You shouldn’t go that far! Ms. Clarina said she succeeded!”
Chiwang returned with a look of exasperation and replied, “First of all, it is doubtful whether those patients were truly infected by Krismlei, Gaisha, and Luroans. Can you provide evidence that convinces everyone here? … If you can’t, we can’t believe it.”
With a resolute attitude, Chiwang spoke to the man who glared back at him, his displeasure evident. The man sat down looking resentful, not bothering to hide his irritated expression.
“Silence!”
The Pope’s voice echoed. It wasn’t the gentle voice they were accustomed to; it was a voice filled with dignity.
“This is a grave matter. Did you make such uncertain announcements? … Although she is not present here now, did Director Imani lie when she claimed there was no mistake? Were we deceived too? If that’s the case, it’s unforgivable. It would be a betrayal of our Lord, Crimeana.”
The Pope, along with the cardinals standing beside him and the foreign dignitaries in the audience, directed contemptuous gazes toward Clarina on the podium. She trembled, shedding tears.
“Please wait.”
A calm and resolute voice resonated within the cathedral. Everyone in the hall directed their gazes to the source of the voice. It was… Mei.
A solemn tension enveloped the cathedral.
Leave a Comment / Reincarnation into a barrier master / By IX
“This… What is this?”
“It’s an experiment notebook.”
While Imani remained composed despite the surprise, Clarina appeared entirely calm.
“Why… is there only one notebook?”
Imani flipped through Clarina’s experiment notebook.
“There are so few entries… Only one experiment? You only conducted it once?”
“Yes. The results came out after one experiment, so…”
“Success in just one try? Th-that can’t be possible…”
Imani’s voice trembled.
“D-Director!”
Darina snatched Clarina’s experiment notebook from Imani’s hands and started to read it.
“This… What is this? You didn’t try it again?”
Darina’s voice quivered, and Imani stood beside her, pressing her chest as she breathed heavily.
“Haa, haa, hoo, hoo… This… We should present it as it is… Just give me some time to think. I’m sorry, but please, leave me alone for a moment. There’s still thirty minutes left… Give me a little time alone, please.”
“Director!”
Darina desperately called out, placing her hand on Imani’s shoulder. Observing this scene, Clarina couldn’t hide her confusion.
Amidst the struggle, Imani fervently begged to be left alone and to be given time to think. The two were eventually forced to leave the room.
“…Success in just one try… Ridiculous…”
In a separate room, Darina murmured while covering her face with both hands.
“…Kirislei, Gaisha… Really…”
“That’s enough!”
Darina interrupted Clarina’s words with a scream-like exclamation. Both of them remained motionless, engulfed in silence. Soon, as the break time was coming to an end, they returned to Imani’s room.
There, Imani lay unconscious, collapsed on the desk.
No matter how they called or shook her, there was no response from Imani. They called for someone’s help and transported Imani. At that moment, a bell rang, signaling the resumption of the questioning session. The two, still dazed and disheartened, took Clarina’s experiment notebook that was left on Imani’s desk, and they walked back to the cathedral’s hall.
In the cathedral, there hung a portrait of the supreme god Crimeana. The pope, who was closest to the portrait, had lost his smile. His eyebrows formed a questioning expression.
“Vice Director Darina… What is the matter with Director Imani collapsing?”
The pope’s calm voice echoed throughout the cathedral. Darina stood up, visibly flustered.
“I-I’m terribly sorry. I apologize deeply. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
Darina kept bowing repeatedly to the pope. Her unusual behavior was enough to cause a commotion in the audience. The hall buzzed with whispers. Darina continued bowing to the pope without stopping. Amidst the commotion, Mei’s clear voice resonated.
“Please calm down. Vice Director Darina, please take your seat. Is it our fault that Director Imani collapsed? Was it a sudden illness? If you don’t mind, may we assist you?”
Darina turned to face Mei, swaying slightly. With a pale face, she spoke.
“…No, it’s fine.”
Hearing those words, Mei nodded slightly and continued speaking.
“In that case, I would like to see Clarina’s research notes.”
“Yes…”
With a solemn expression, Clarina stood up and walked to Mei and the others’ table. She then handed the notebook she held to Mei.
“Huh? Is this all? It’s an experiment notebook, right?”
Chiwang exclaimed in surprise, and Roni widened her eyes in astonishment. Mei remained expressionless and silently received Clarina’s experiment notebook, with both Chiwang and Mei peering over her shoulder to look at the notebook.
The hall continued to buzz with whispers. The Pope did not try to silence them, but instead, he stared intently at Mei and her group’s actions. Darina, still burying her head on the desk, struggled to maintain her composure. Meanwhile, Linos glanced at Mei’s movements and quietly cast a healing spell on his right hand, which was already past its limits.
“Understood.”
Mei’s voice resounded within the cathedral. Simultaneously, she closed the experiment notebook with a pat and stood up.
“Clarina-san, did you perform the experiment only once?”
Clarina answered firmly, “Yes. The results of that experiment are the same as what I presented and were published in the Sanctuaria.”
“I can’t accept that.”
Roni stood up and interjected. Clarina retorted, “Why not? I conducted the experiment once, and the results were obtained. The results were obtained. Please believe me!”
“We want to confirm that your research is not a mere coincidence. That’s why we asked for a replication of the experiment. Can you assert that, using the same method written here, if you conduct the experiment ten more times, you will achieve the same results? Can you provide evidence?”
“W-well, that’s…”
“You can’t make such a claim at this stage. Understand? Medicine is about accumulating experience and probability. It’s not an academic discipline where you simply accept the results once you get what you hoped for. You must repeat experiments numerous times and quantify experience and probability. Those numbers become the criteria for reliability. Indeed, your notes show a 100% success rate. The denominator is one, and the numerator is also one. Equals 100%. However, with the replication experiment we conducted, the denominator has become three, and the numerator is still one. As of now, the success rate has dropped to 33%. With this situation, it seems that the more you increase the denominator, the lower the success rate will be, doesn’t it?”
“…”
Clarina couldn’t find a rebuttal and glared at Roni.
“I also reviewed the notebook, and I’d rate Clarina’s experiment record ten out of a hundred. There are too few entries, extremely few illustrations depicting the procedures, and plenty of blank spaces. With this, anyone can add more information anytime. This is unacceptable,” Chiwang said while shaking his head. Clarina, with tears in her eyes, glared at Mei and her group, but Roni showed no mercy.
“Clarina’s experiments lack credibility. Therefore, the logic presented by the Krismlei, Gaisha, and Luroans as the means of infection between specific beastmen and humans holds no persuasive power. Moreover, the logic claiming that the bile of the sheep-beastmen is the primary ingredient for the antidote lacks credibility. This is a serious matter, a major event,” Roni asserted.
The hall erupted into a commotion. Amidst the chaos, a man from the front row stood up, pointing at Roni and raising his voice.
“You shouldn’t go that far! Ms. Clarina said she succeeded!”
Chiwang returned with a look of exasperation and replied, “First of all, it is doubtful whether those patients were truly infected by Krismlei, Gaisha, and Luroans. Can you provide evidence that convinces everyone here? … If you can’t, we can’t believe it.”
With a resolute attitude, Chiwang spoke to the man who glared back at him, his displeasure evident. The man sat down looking resentful, not bothering to hide his irritated expression.
“Silence!”
The Pope’s voice echoed. It wasn’t the gentle voice they were accustomed to; it was a voice filled with dignity.
“This is a grave matter. Did you make such uncertain announcements? … Although she is not present here now, did Director Imani lie when she claimed there was no mistake? Were we deceived too? If that’s the case, it’s unforgivable. It would be a betrayal of our Lord, Crimeana.”
The Pope, along with the cardinals standing beside him and the foreign dignitaries in the audience, directed contemptuous gazes toward Clarina on the podium. She trembled, shedding tears.
“Please wait.”
A calm and resolute voice resonated within the cathedral. Everyone in the hall directed their gazes to the source of the voice. It was… Mei.
A solemn tension enveloped the cathedral.
