Why don't you build a village on top of the world tree

The village of Lemuk, where I lived, is located east of the World Tree.

I have heard from merchants entering and leaving the village of Lemuk that the closest town to the village of Lemuk is the town of Haratra, with a population of about three thousand and five hundred.

It is a town that crosses the subcloud layers, or three branches beneath the clouds, with a bridge between the branches.

Yes, the bridge.

"Oh, this is the bridge of the world tree!

Look around Haratra town in full bloom.

Under a clear sky, many dwellings line up. The road width is narrow, and the roof of the left and right dwellings is sometimes slightly stretched out on the side of the road, making it feel oppressive.

More importantly, it is a huge bridge that connects the branches of the world tree. Made of world trees, it passes between branches and hangs with a thick rope made of a warthog thread called Bird Eater Spider. Formally oblique bridges, ropes are diagonally tensioned from towers similar in shape to the A of the alphabet provided on the branches.

"I wonder if it looks close to the Nyattan Bridge. Really good."

The Nyattan Bridge sounds lovely. It also has a great reputation for being a cute diagonal bridge with a good contrast between white and red appearance. Mostly in me.

The bridge tower in Haratra town is white, but this looks good.

And not even if you're doing this.

I will take the streets of Haratra township to further destinations.

That's how we arrived in Salatin city.

A large city with a population of between thirteen and fourteen thousand, with five branches in the layer under the clouds and two branches in the cloud-no-layer.

Breathe in its beauty at the entrance to the Salatin city.

An aerial corridor runs over the roof of a dwelling built on a branch of a world tree. Innumerable air corridors have been handed over to residential neighborhoods, such as the London Bridge on the day of its existence, and air corridors pass over the neighborhoods.

A group of aerial corridors, like a 3D maze, extended to the level of the cloud-no-layer, or the height at which clouds could be made.

A bridge stretches from an aerial corridor that ensures height to a branch in the cloud-no-layer. There was a slightly more splendid line of buildings on the branches of the cloud-no-layer.

In cities and skyscrapers, it is customary for the founder clan and the family of ancient visitors from the village period to live in the branches of the higher layers. I guess the founder clan of Salatin cities also lives in the building on that cloud middle level.

It looks like a little luxury residential neighborhood, but maybe it's not a mistake.

"Excuse me, where is the Devil Bug Hunter Guild?

Ask the person on the road if there is a Guild of Demon Bug Hunters.

Apprenticeships are important too, but it's not good if you can live on your own for one second.

On hand are a few iron coins, the least valuable currency made from the mouth of an iron-mouthed bird. Will I have a little over ten days even if I live in an inn?

The Salatin city is closer to the eastern skyscraper Yoinsley, so the monetary value would also be the Yoinsley criterion.

Only skyscrapers have the right to issue currency in this world.

Because, of course, jade coins made from Rainbow Insect, which can only be hunted in skyscrapers that are expanding their living areas on the clouds, can only be made in skyscrapers, as can fruit and leather coins, which are the top currencies.

I've never seen a fruit peel, but they make anything from the fruit peel of a world tree. It is a currency made from the fruit of a world tree that is considered a special effect of all diseases. It is also highly rare.

I grew up in a village and never got a chance to see it.

It is true that it can be exchanged for the fruit of the world tree with a thousand pieces of fruit and skin coins, so it seems that it maintains its monetary value.

Travel across the bridge of the portal ramen through the branches of the subcloud no layer and up the stairs to ascend the aerial corridor. The handrail was engraved with a non-slip finish.

The aerial corridors vary in width, but were fitted in roughly twenty to thirty meters. The road is three meters wide and the rest is occupied by homes and shops on the left and right.

From time to time there is a part of the private house lined up above the air corridor that combines observation decks to the outside. The Salatin city you want from the heights is also interesting. It's a maze, no matter what you think. I always thought it was a world not friendly to heightphobia, but the air corridor is something else.

The Guild of Demon Bug Hunters was quickly found.

"Boy, what can I do for you?

Just about to enter the guild, the devil bug hunter-like man looks at me and asks.

"You don't look like a client..."

The Devil Bug Hunter, who was staring at me barely, narrowed his eyes by finding a long bow in the luggage I was carrying. He found out it was a peer.

Well, I'm not exactly signed up for the guild. I can't say enough about my peers.

"I'm here to register"

"What, right? Hold on, you're young. Is that the mouth that came out of the village after eating all over it?

I narrowed my eyes like I found something interesting, and the Devil Bug Hunter opened the Alliance door for me instead.

"Look, don't come in. The reception's just gone straight."

"Thank you very much"

"That's polite. The Devil Bug Hunter is always crude, but he doesn't have to be unreasonably violent. I'm Billows. I'm still young here, too, but ask me anything you want."

He seems to be an outsider.

Exchange hands with Billows, then go to the reception and finish the registration.

He wanted me to show strength when I was fifteen years old when I had just received an adult, and I also tested him, but I was able to get ink for having first-line strength. Thank you Jicha for working out.

He said that while working individually, there are sometimes crusade operations mobilized by the Alliance, so he has to report them when he decides where to live. Should I have come after searching for an inn?

After I've been briefed, I'll ask the Alliance staff.

"I'd like to be a disciple of the Jianqiao family, don't you know the Jianqiao family in Salatin city?

No matter what small village you are an architect, one is bound to reside, but the Jianqiao family is an elite among the elite. If it's not a city, you won't see it first.

The official looked a little troubled. I guess it's because there's no first thing that demon bug hunters want to apprentice in the Jianqiao family.

"I'm here, but I don't really recommend it. I have a reputation for being bigoted, stubborn, and harsh. They've taken three disciples before, but they've all escaped because they can't afford them."

Offering me a medal that is a sign of belonging to the Devil Bug Hunter Guild, the official puts his hand on his cheek. The trick is cute. I hope you don't do such a cute trick with an OL-like appearance that you can work with glasses on. I fall in love with Gap Moe.

I secretly ask the staff to give me the address of the Jianqiao family in adoration.

"Thank you. I'm going to be a little apprenticed."

"It's like shopping in the neighborhood."

"Yeah, I'm going to go buy the future."

Tap lightly to leave the guild behind.

The Bridge family in the case seems to be named Friends.

Age five hundred forty. Human beings in this world grow normally until they are fifteen, but then age slowly as soon as possible, so even if they are five hundred and forty, their appearance will be fifty there. Anyone who looks young can get through to thirty. We have to watch out for fraud.

By and large, people in this world feel too much about their age. Positive or negative, about thirty years of age, is the margin of error. Almost no different than a tatter.

So many people would want that guild clerk to marry even at the age of three hundred and twenty. Thirty-two years old in light of the Japanese sensation.

... There is.

Jianqiao family Mr. Frengs' house was a very extensive building around the middle of the group of aerial corridors based on the lower cloud layer. Looks like two floors, but it feels like there's an attic from the outside.

Nice, the attic. It looks like a secret base and I prefer it. There's no way to store it. I don't mind keeping it reasonably well.

"Hello, is Mr. Friends home?

Knock on the concoction and the front door and call out into the house.

It was a middle-aged woman in an apron who showed up missing so much. Middle-aged equals 400 years old. It is common sense in this world. I'm used to it.

"Oh cute. But you're a blind kid. What can I do for you?

The middle-aged woman smiles at me and then looks back at the house.

"I wanted to be a disciple to Mr. Friends of the Jianqiao family."

"Oh, it's been about a hundred years since I've volunteered to be an apprentice. My people would love that."

"- Who would be happy? Go home."

Voices fly from inside the house.

He's a middle-aged man who seems stubborn to see because he showed up. Probably, Mr. Friends.

Mr. Flengs stares at me with a sharp eye and hands air to get rid of even flies.

"I'm not taking any more disciples. This guy always gets away with it. I'm busy here. I can't waste any more time."

"I'm glad you said that. He's a pain in the ass."

A middle-aged woman denies Mr. Flengs' words and turns back.

For some reason Mr. Friengs came out the front door wondering if he was still going to get rid of me.

"Anyway, I'm not taking any more apprentices. I took care of the three of them and they didn't always turn out to be things. No more, no more."

Go home, they'll call you home.

The word bigoted and stubborn I heard in the Devil Bug Hunter Guild takes my head off.

I bow my head deeply toward Mr. Friends. At times like this, sincerity is important. The learned head is the spirit of the lowering head.

"I want to be a Jianqiao family. Please!

"So I have to take the disciple - hey, that medal, maybe the Devil's Bug Hunter, you"

Mr. Flengs asks, pointing to the medal, which is a testament to the guilder given earlier in the Warbug Hunter's Guild.

I took the medal I was lowering from my neck and put it up to look like Mr. Friends.

"I just signed up for the guild. When I lived in the village, I had a couple of field experiences."

With the brunch eater?

Mr. Flengs tested my medal as suspicious and gave it a little thought when he knew it was real.

"... I'll tell you if you've got enough guts and guts to do the Devil Bug Hunter"

Mr. Flengs goes inside the house when he snorts.

A middle-aged woman like your wife put one hand on her mouth and chuckled.

"I wish I could honestly say I'm expecting you"

"Shut up, man."

Laughing and flushing Mr. Flengs' protest, your wife invites me into the house.

"You've come out of the village, and you haven't decided where to live yet, have you? Don't be a disciple in your abode. Because our people will be happy."

"So you'd say you're happy"

"Oh, all the lies"

It is arm pressed against the warm curtain. Mr. Flengs couldn't get out strong on his wife either, pulling him inside the room even as he looked like he was telling the truth.

When I'm wondering if I can really come up, Mr. Flengs stares at me with only his face out of the room.

"I'm willing to stay on the front porch forever. Why don't you just come in? Let me start with a simple calculation."

That's all I'm saying. I'm pulling back into the room again, Mr. Flengs. It is a serious tundelle.

My wife whispers in my ear when I go up to the house in a voice to disturb you while you're confused.

"Look, you'll be happy"

Looks like it.

I agreed with my wife when I saw Mr. Flengs sneaking around in the room and preparing the material for me.

You are so, so happy.

―――――――――

"Brother Amane, Azabu"

The girl in the neighborhood pulls the hem of her clothes.

Brother Ama, tell me the bow.

The neighbor boy pulls my sleeve.

"Brother Ama, get married"

A neighbor's toddler cuddles to her right leg.

"Oh well, Amane, if I were you, I wouldn't sin."

"Don't laugh. Help me, Mr. Cyry."

Beg Mr. Flengs' wife, Mr. Cyry, for rescue.

Two years earlier, I was seventeen years old when I apprenticed to Mr. Flengs.

Boys and girls in the neighborhood treat me like an admirable toy. They even make it easy for people to play with in trouble and their future husbands (insurance).

"Sorry, guys, Amane, you're going to have to go to the building site with our guy from now on. Let's play tomorrow."

Mr. Cyry gently pulls off the boy and girl, pushes the toddler girl into the boy to warm her up, and invites the girl to make a treat in the kitchen. The boulders are familiar.

Mr. Cyry sends the girl up inside the house first, then looks back at me.

"I stopped because the disciples' sons so far could not be put on the scene for two years because they thought they were remembering the type of calculations and building materials. Amane, you've worked so hard to get here."

Smile, Mr. Cyry continues.

"My people don't praise me, so instead, I do."

Don't tell me because they tell you not to spoil me, and Cyry, who laughed, is called by the girl to go back inside the house.

Mr. Flengs, who came out of the house, glanced at the boy and girl wandering in front of the house.

Amane, we're going to the crime scene before it gets tangled up.

After being entangled.

"Today's site is the construction of an aerial corridor in an aging commercial district, right? Are you just investigating today?

Confirm as you walk out towards the scene.

Mr. Flengs nodded.

"That's right. Commercial districts are very easy to break because people come and go."

This scene seems to be an aerial corridor worked on by Mr. Friends about fifty years ago, and he was called out by Mr. Friends for whatever it was possible work in the architect's area. They say there's a huge fan of Mr. Friends' architecture in the founding clan of Saratin cities.

I can see the scene.

My first impression is the Vecchio Bridge in Florence. A shop is lined up over arched legs and part of the store sticks out outside the air corridor. The bridge is symmetrical from left to right, and on one side it is a food and beverage district starting with a restaurant that powders corn-like corn that can be eaten as a staple in this world and then serves roasted okonomiyaki with ingredients. The other one seems to be selling ingredients.

There is also the Vazari corridor where we say on the Vecchio Bridge. They say it's a dedicated corridor used by the founder clan and the ancient ginseng clan in the Saratin city, and this time they've been turning to Mr. Friengs because there's this corridor.

"Because it's my first field job, I'm not nervous about failing."

"It's okay."

"Ha, he's not cute"

I thought you wanted me to fail.

"Well, Amane doesn't have a lot of miscalculations, and I'm not worried about her because she's got a lot of guts in her job as a Demon Bug Hunter."

"I failed in the meantime about that demon bug hunter."

"I hear that's where the new recruits started."

"Newcomer, it's natural for you to step on a dodge, and it was a positional relationship I had to be prepared for."

"Full of mouth. You're still a chick, too. It's not even a trick. It's a habit of the year."

If you don't live about six more times, it won't reach the triplets.

It's not enough to add up to the last life.

Arrive at the scene and start investigating where you are injured.

Here comes Bigoted Friends, it's my job to catch evil kids touching each other and stroking their heads and releasing them. And somehow I get nostalgic.

"Amane, if I divide it by two with you, you're just the right salt plum for your personality and age."

"Sister, are you unhappy with me now?

"Ma-sa! I'm so happy!

Mr. Friengs slapped me in the head as I was interacting while handing over the evil kid to my sister.

"If you have time to dictate to a woman, go to work."

"This is a fine job too, he said. Sister, don't you know where you're hurting?

We will increase the efficiency of our work by, for example, providing information.

Neighbors will continue to investigate as they cooperate.

What I saw in the process of proceeding with the investigation was the fact that the gutter came earlier than planned because of more people in and out than fifty years ago. It seemed inevitable as the Salatin city developed.

"Can you handle it with Auxiliary Gang?

"Right. It wouldn't have to be reviewed from the design."

"Originally?"

Asked, Mr. Flengs showed the view by hand from the air corridor.

"Does this aerial corridor, fifty years old, seem to blend into this landscape?

"Honestly, it stinks only here"

"I guess so. The request is to rebuild. It's a commercial district, and the Founding Fathers love new things. It's gonna be completely rebuilt."

Then the store here is also temporarily evicted? There will be subsidies, and the construction itself won't take a year.

The speed with which artisans in this world work is different dimensions. There's a lot of them.

"Look, come here. Let's start with the view of the scene. We have to design the air corridors to take into account the fact that they can be looked up from below. We're gonna be busy."

I will make sure Mr. Flengs pulls me around and look at the aerial corridors that are to be renovated from different angles. Draw current sketches for future reference as well, for the most part.

Since there are many restaurants in the stores above, it is necessary to take a wide road width so that the damage does not increase even if the fire is fired. He's a disaster prevention neighborhood builder.

"What's going on with your budget?

"Five pieces of jade. Besides, I guess the total budget is about nine jade coins because the fee for my request is enough to not reach two jade coins with the fee for my request to the factory. After that, you can rebuild the store upstairs. If you include anything else, don't make sure forty pieces of balls fly."

"It's a big utility."

One jade coin is equivalent to a thousand iron coins.

About 50 iron coins for an annual meal for one person. Well, it's a pretty stuffy number with almost no meat.

In other words, with forty pieces of jade, we can feed about 800 people for a year.

"I mean, is Mr. Flengs getting a request for two jade coins?

"It's the Bridge House. One piece of jade coin is the market price, but when it comes to me, even two pieces of jade coin will be requested. Your master is amazing, 'cause carve it in his head."

Actually, it's amazing. I can even build a house with two jade coins.

I guess I just have a fan in the founding clan of Salatin cities and he's a seller.

The investigation of the air corridor proceeds without delay and begins the return journey after completing the questionnaire.

"Hey, are you leaving already?

While you pull my pants, evil kid, you ask.

I know you say you can play, but I'm already leaning in the day. Illuminated by an orange sunset, people on their way home could also be identified from above the air corridor.

"It's time for your child to go home. I'll play tomorrow."

"Is that true?

"I'm sure the sun will set and rise again."

My sister said it's gonna rain tomorrow.

Oh.

"The sun is rising on the clouds. But there's a place to play when it's raining."

"Come with me. My sister would love that."

"Then I'll meet you here tomorrow."

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow!

"Oh, I'll see you tomorrow"

The evil kid waves at you and breaks up, walking backwards down the road with Mr. Flengs, who has been waiting for you.

Going down an orange path illuminated by the sunset. For a while, Mr. Friends' house was visible.

"I'm home now."

"I'm home."

Cross the front door with Mr. Flengs.

In the living room, a dinner made by Mr. Cyry and a neighbor girl was waiting.

"Ama, I made it for my brother. Go ahead -"

"Thanks"

Cyry, the cook, just coached me, and the food the girl cooked for me is very tasty.

A dish to be eaten by wrapping ingredients in a thinly roasted dough of powdered tomatoes, but the choice of ingredients was exquisite. The bitterness of the root vegetable sprouts on the slight sweetness of the dough is a pleasant irritation.

The girl, the maker, was sitting in the chair next to me and sneering.

"Yummy?"

"It's delicious. By the way, did you make that pretty apron yourself?

The girl nodded happily overlooking a peachy apron with an embroidered blue flower.

My mother taught me how to make it.

"You're going to be a good daughter-in-law to be able to cook and sew"

The girl in a good mood had a swinging grin with her legs rocked back and forth.

"Eh heh."

"Still, I wonder why you don't notice when you're working so hard"

"... yeah?

With a smile on her face, the girl hangs her neck.

They didn't have enough words.

I point across the wall to the house across the road. This morning, I was told to teach you a bow. This is the house where the boy lives.

"Look, your childhood boy. She wants to train her bow even though she has a childhood friend who works so hard at bridesmaid training. I was wondering if we could spend more time together or something."

"- Ama, I don't know my brother anymore!

Is that it?

Once again, a girl runs away from the living room. Then I heard the door open on the front door. He's gone home.

"Uh, that? I thought you said before you liked that kid, the childhood tamer, but you had a fight, too?

Ask a question to your wife, Mr. Cyry, familiar with the neighborhood situation. If you're obstinate, I want to be an arbitrator.

Mr. Cyry shook his head sideways.

Amane, I'm worried about your future.

"You're a natural Gigolo Park Min-Jen."

Mr. Flengs will look at me sideways as he rocks the cup.

From the reaction between the two of them, it seems that the child's love target was moving from a childhood boy to my neighbor's brother. When......

"Should I go after him?

"I can't do this anymore. Let it be a lesson. each other."

"It's nice to be young."

―――――――――

In my fourth and nineteenth year as an apprentice to Mr. Friends, I was summoned to the study by Mr. Friends.

I've often been told to come here alone to inspect the scene lately, and this time I thought it might be something like that, but the words hung from Mr. Friengs, who sat down in the study chair, were against expectations.

"Amane, I have nothing more to teach you. Come and qualify as an architect at Yoinsley."

"... it's only been four years, right?

I don't think it's a level where you can put your chest up when you can work in public. I have a sense of weakness, especially in terms of design.

I want about two hundred more years to reach Mr. Friends' realm.

But Mr. Flengs snorted all the way and smiled at my words.

"Can you wait till I catch up? I'm still a bridge builder. It's not the kind of hebo that gets caught up in decades. Amane is enough for one person already. As an architect,"

"How much do you think it takes to become a Bridge Builder?

"Right..."

Mr. Flengs opens his mouth after a few thoughts.

"Isn't it a couple of decades? Achievements as an architect will also be taken into account in the examination for the Building Bridge Family Qualification Examination. Twenty years will leave some consequences. Especially since Amane is good at building buildings to suit her clients. I'm sure the evaluation will follow soon enough."

It is rarely praised and illuminated.

Mr. Flengs noticed, too, pointing that way at the blindfold.

"But, well, it's also true that I haven't. Don't miss your refinement."

"Yes!"

That's why earlier than I expected, I was headed to the east skyscraper, Joynesley, where the exams would take place to qualify as an architect.