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

Here we are, Skyscraper Yoinsley.

With a population of 63,000, thirteen in the lower cloud, eight in the middle cloud and three branches in the upper cloud, it is the largest densely populated area in the world.

"Damn..."

I can't block my open mouth.

It's a touch beyond my first visit to the Saratin city.

An aerial corridor stretches through a wide range of world tree branches to the top of the cloud with clouds penetrating the base.

Depending on the weather, buildings in the lower cloud layers exposed to rain and snow are provided with slopes on the roof, buildings in the lower cloud layers where the clouds strike directly are lined with buildings that are not damp, and buildings in the upper cloud layers that are free from weather smudges are elaborated everywhere to avoid direct sunlight. This inspiration overlooks those crystals of wisdom and technology.

"Wow..."

Among the three layers of architecture, the no-layer buildings on the clouds emitted different colors. Unlike other layers, the architecture of the no-layer on the cloud, which will be exposed to direct sunlight, also plays a role in shadowing the streets.

To serve as a shadow, only the buildings on the clouds were in the form of treehouses that I had become accustomed to since my previous life. They grow by inserting branches of the world tree that become host trees on the branches, and they make architecture around the area where the branches extend into the sky and stretch out the side branches. Will the height from the branch surface of the underlying cloud-no-layer to the floor of the tree house be about two meters to five meters for tall objects?

That's the only peculiar view of the no-layer of clouds lined with such treehouses.

But more than that, what interests me is the oblique bridge that connects the three branches of the no-layer on the cloud.

Cool anyway. It's the tallest bridge in the world in a previous life, a bridge that floats in a cloudy sea reminiscent of the French bridge of Miyo. They build towers on the branches of the cloud-no-layer and support them with ropes that bind the yarns of the bird eater spider together with the towers of the cloud-no-layer.

Oh, I want to be looking up for three days and three nights. I want to go back and forth on the bridge from day four.

But I need to take the exam. But I want to see it.

I have no choice. Spend as much time out of sight as you can and look up three days and three nights as a reward for yourself when you qualify as an architect. Let's do that.

Now, let's head to this Yoynsley attraction, which bears the name of the eastern skyscraper.

Excuse me, I'd like to ask you the way.

Speak to your passing brother.

The destination of the visit was the Great Library of Faults, also known as Faults, which took advantage of the enormous void that opened on the branches of the World Tree.

It is the largest collection of books in the world. Schools also exist in this Joynesley and are renowned as academic capitals.

Besides, I have mushrooms as a specialty. Mushrooms grown in the dark using holes are specialties that can only be obtained where you wait for the void, like Joynesley.

The skyscraper has also developed into a full-blown skyscraper. Let's refer to it.

"If you're in a big library of voids, head to the center of Joynesley and you'll see it."

"Thank you"

Go through the boulevard to the center of Yoinsley, as taught by your brother's handsome voice.

Along the way, I applied for an architectural qualification exam, and I visited a large library of fiction. To make a final push in case the test starts five days later. I can't even see the cool diagonal bridge on the cloud no-layer if it's from a void hole. Perfect.

Just a big library, walking down the hallway lined with bookshelves. Apparently, it's three floors.

Arrive in a hall lined with sloppy desks. Beautifully aligned desks and chairs, only the slightest noise of turning pages in the tranquility to solemnity is heard intermittently.

The ceiling is domed and approximately two meters high. Perhaps this dome serves as a foundation and supports more than two floors.

The ceiling was painted with colorful paintings. They're inspired by mythology. A bird with wings staying on a giant tree.

The wall appears to be painted with a demonic wax called Wax Ant, which has the effect of keeping humidity and temperature constant, and the wall has a smooth white paint.

Only buildings built in the void holes are dim, so I guess whitening the walls makes even the slightest light more promising.

Now, then it is this light source that bothers me.

I'm fixed on my desk. See that.

"... Devil's Wings?

Gather all the knowledge of the Devil Bug taught by Jicha to hit the identity.

Probably a wing light. A demonic worm that reaches two metres in length, I have heard that wings possess the properties of light storage.

It seems to live more than the clouds, but for some reason it is very difficult to hunt because it only shows up for a very short time in the summer, and I have never seen the real thing. I've just heard from Jicha.

It would be ideal as a light source for a fictitious library because it emits enough light to read a book if left in the sun for one day and within three meters of the surrounding area for one night.

I walk through a fictional library, looking for a place where I might study quietly.

Nevertheless, if you qualify as an architect, you will have an office, but will you also need accounting and affairs?

The form of paperwork relations is not uniform for each city because there is no concept of state in this world. Regardless of the other profession, the processing of paperwork relationships tends to be cumbersome, as is the case with architects and bridge builders, who sometimes take outside requests and are the profession that will move a lot of money in a single job.

Mr. Flengs also left the paperwork relationship to his wife, Mr. Cyry. I've been planted with the basics, too, but you might want to hire people early.

Slow down and build a skyscraper. Be proactive in speaking to those who are likely to be drawn to management.

For example, yes, with that girl?

Keep an eye on the girl running the pen with a bundle of paper spread over her desk. Is my age as good as mine? Looks like he hasn't gotten to twenty.

It's in a dim library, and the girl's blonde hair catches her eye. Glossy hair is long enough for angel rings to be made, and white, smooth skin like white magnet has a combined creative aesthetic. Moving left and right to read the material, Bigeye is transparent and reminds us of the jewels that have become remote objects in this world that live in world trees.

It's just where the building materials are, and I pull a few books out of the bookshelf and turn around.

That's the skyscraper material. There are books that hold onto the basics, materials that hold together bridges from all over the place, and even a people's dictionary of architects and bridgebuilders.

Oh, Mr. Friends is on it, too.

Mr. Friengs is muscled around being introduced as bigoted and stubborn even here.

Go to the desk in front of the girl with a collection of problems for architects and a dictionary of legal relationships.

"Excuse me."

"... go ahead"

The girl who glances at me drops her gaze on the paper bundle again. I can't stop moving my hands at all.

It feels like a glimpse, and what the girl is reading is like some past Joynesley management material.

It's bad to interrupt, so I decided to work on the problem set.

Architects can even name unqualified people, yes or no? None.

If you are an architect, you can set up an air corridor. This is it.

If you are an architect, aerial corridors can be used to allow you to get to and from the branches just above. This is not true.

It's just a matter of even solving and going. I don't even see a hook that looks like a hook.

Computational problems run continuously when the question of basic knowledge is finished. In addition to calculating tensile strengths and bending moments, the calculations required of architects range from how to estimate the load limit amount of the branches of the world tree. There are also quite a few digits to deal with.

I can remember what a constant is in a lullaby. Besides, if you come with me, in addition to the language of this world, you can also talk in Japanese, so there are plenty of options.

Calculation batch, come on.

As I was solving the calculation problem crisply, the girl across the street looked up as if it had caught my interest. Clear Bi's eyes pointed this way.

"... that, what constant?

"It's a constant that represents the density of the branches of the world tree. Apply to the branches of the subcloud noodle layer"

Interesting thing is that it is necessary to use a different constant when it is a cloud-no-layer or a cloud-no-layer. The density of the branches of the world tree also varies due to environmental adaptation when the cloud mesosphere sinks into the cloud sea. The same is true of the cloud-based no-layers, which are constantly exposed to direct sunlight although not affected by the weather.

The girl speaks as impressed. Heh.

"Are you going to be an architect?

"I'm going to. Five days from now, I'm gonna take the test."

"Yeah, good luck with that."

The girl drops her gaze on the paper bundle again.

I was curious. Ask questions about her management materials.

"That's management material from when Yoinsley was still a village, isn't it? Library books?

"Yes, it's open to the public. If you put this together and go to some town and make materials to suit your style, you'll measure your clerical skills, so I'm practicing now."

Can it be that convenient?

"... maybe you can adapt it to different town styles or something?

"If it's more than a city, don't look at anything. You can make it. The town is often similar to the style of a nearby city, so remembering the style of the city is a good way to apply it."

You're not supposed to be the same age as me, but you have great clerical skills.

"Have you applied to some town clerk yet?

I think he's pulling anywhere, but I'll ask him for once.

But against my expectations, the girl shook her head sideways. With a serious look on his face.

"Everywhere seems to have enough clerks, the towns and villages on the east side were wiped out. Nor can the North be more than half. The rest of you are about to send out a letter."

"Outreach, you're very competitive."

"It's something that even orphans like me can do if they study a bit. In the village and in the town, clerks don't often get hired for outside applications like I do because I grow them on the land. We have enough men. I didn't have any luck this time. There are stereotypes for not adopting. Did you know that?

Are prayer emails also in different worlds?

Besides, she seems free now. It's fascinating. In a clerical sense.

"If I qualify as an architect, why don't you do some affairs and accounting?

Please, the girl looked up. I'm circling my eyes like I'm surprised.

"... I've never been dictated"

"We're still young together."

But I've been told to get married. To the toddler.

Maybe they'll have forgotten their faces next year.

That's how toddlers go as adults. Glad to hear it.

"I'm going to build a village after I save the money, after I qualify as an architect. So I want Dawn, who has a village, to be involved in its management."

"Sounds like a long story ahead of us."

"Well, we're certainly still ahead of us. In the first place, I haven't even been an architect."

I'm about to take the first step of my dream.

I fully understand the fact that I spoke up to the girl, the accident I thought about acting early, the possibility of being turned down, and I'm not willing to eat down if she turns me down.

Besides, she seemed a little tired of getting prayer emails from villages and towns everywhere until now.

I also won the active front in my previous life. How many times would I have regretted a prayer email that I couldn't count with both hands in those days when it was said to be an ice age?

Prayer emails mean, "We don't need you." Even though I can't care less, it still creeps into my heart.

So if I could just encourage the girl in front of me to say that she needs you, I don't mind her saying no.

After a few thoughts, the girl just put together and still sticks out raw ink material to me.

"You want to read this and still hire me?

"Show me the original material."

I'll take the material from the girl and check it out. The calculation process is also written, and the meaning of the indicator can be read and deciphered to some extent if it is supplemented by knowledge from previous life.

I don't see any mistakes, and it's easy to read. I'd like you to put in a few graphs, but I don't think there's a problem.

Where I wondered why there were so many numbers, an analysis based on the situation at the time is also written. I guess I'm familiar with the history of Yoinsley as well.

"I'd love to hire you"

"... yes"

Lift the collar of your clothes and the girl hides her mouth. They're lit.

"If you pass the architect's exam, I'll hire you."

"Thanks. Nice to meet you."

"You just say you'll definitely pass. Are you a confident man?

"My master tells me you'll be fine, too. I'm going to study here without distraction."

With that said, you didn't name it, I recall.

I set my posture right and turned back on the girl.

"I'm Amane. And you?"

"It's Richay. Nice to meet you, Amane."

Is it a sudden call away? Should I call it off too?

The next day, I take to the great library of fiction to study again.

Though I didn't realize it yesterday, the floor seemed to be made of a composite made of demon worm material called Bird Eater Spider. Is it the effect of this floor that there is little footsteps?

It can be seen that the position of the light source is also quite attentive. Exquisite placement to avoid wasting the wings of expensive winglights, but to avoid inconvenience to the user.

Richay was in the same place as yesterday.

They don't have many users around here, and Richay is quietly writing something. I have something that looks like a history book on hand, so will I study it?

Take a seat with one hand with a different set of issues than yesterday. You noticed me with the sound of moving the chair, and Richay looked up.

"Morning, Amane"

"Morning, Richay. Is that a history book?

"Yeah, I'm putting together a little hobby and a little benefit."

Let me read it, while concisely summarizing the contents of multiple historical books, an analysis based on the situation at the time was detailed.

It seems to be a summary of the history of the cities of Wallakis and Gamek south of the world tree.

"It's easy to read even though it's professional."

"If you donate to this big library, the gratuity will be given to the orphanage. I like history, so this is how it sums up."

In the great library of fiction, books passed the inspection were held, and the writer was paid a gratuity. Because it is fifty iron coins and the amount there, many people write with the aim of passing the inspection.

"Is this where Richay wrote the book?

"I'm putting it upstairs. Four books in all."

"Four books have been tested, and I think I can eat them on that road."

"It's not going to work."

Richay smiled bitterly and stroked the cover of the history book.

"It's only a side business. A finite number of history books, something that can't go on for years"

"I guess so"

"That's right. And don't you think history is a long way off?

That's what Richay says and laughs at.

Positive opinion.

It has a lifespan of a thousand years, so I guess the autobiography will be quite long as well.

Nevertheless, this is how I remind myself of my previous college exams when I was studying across the street.

I held a sharp pen in the school library all the time.

Since I haven't had much concentration since my last life, was it a study method that ignored the efficiency while wasting time with similar classmates?

"Am I not in the way of Richay's studies?

"It's okay. Because it is better to talk to people in moderation so that they can constantly be objective about the work they are doing"

Oh, it's the opinion of someone who's different from me.

Well, if you're not in the way, no.

"How old are orphanages to leave? After all, a fifteen-year-old adult ritual?

"Around twenty, mostly. If you can't decide what to do, I'll help you with the orphanage field job."

Are you shifting from eating something you can't work for? Every world is together, right?

When I'm matching the answers to the questions, I get hungry.

I stayed at Cheap Lodging, so my meal was a good idea. Stomach-friendly, but did you digest quickly for that matter?

"Hey, where is Amane from?

"A village to the east called Lemuk. But they picked me up, so I don't even know where I was born."

I don't remember exactly when I was born. By the time I was about seven years old, I saw the scenery of my previous life in my dreams, and my memory gradually came back, so I had no firm sense of self-consciousness for some time after I was born.

It was just that I looked at the village long before I regained my memory and was excited every time I could have a new building, and I was baffled to learn a strange obsession like a lump in the back of my chest.

Now I can see that he remembered the work he had left in his previous life.

When asked if she was picked up, Richay didn't change her expression in particular.

It is a world where there is a threat of demonic worms and where falling accidents from branches of world trees also occur. It's not so uncommon for an orphan or a picked up child.

I guess Richay's feeling is somewhat paralyzed because he himself lives in an orphanage.

"Do you mean they picked you up and raised you? Were you close to the parents you raised?

"We were good friends."

The contents are grown up. Jicha must have been just fine because she's a contented porn kid.

Richay poked her cheek wand and laughed.

"Yes, that's good. A lot of kids go back to the facility without getting along well with their adoptive parents. I could have picked a more honest child because I could have picked them out and taken them, what did they say?"

"I'm picked up, so maybe I'm the exception."

Thank you for picking it up.

Richay put the pen down and stretched out his arm to stretch.

"Sorry, I talked weird. You think I'm hungry?"

"Shall we have lunch?

"Right. Shall we eat something light?"

"Do you have any recommendations? I just came to Yoinsley yesterday, and I still don't know of any delicious shops."

"I'm not familiar with it because I'm not much of a diner, either, but I know a reputation stall."

"Well, there you go"

Get up and get rid of the book, leave the library empty with one hand of your luggage.

He looked at me and Richay twice so that the clerk-like people could see rare things.

Go outside and walk up the stairs as Richay guides you. The staircase with twenty steps is about seven metres wide and is connected to an air corridor of the same width as it is.

If I looked down over the railing, I could see a fictitious library entrance about seven meters down. It is difficult to think of a staircase as thirty-five centimeters, so it would have been sloped to the staircase.

Observe the house wondering that you didn't notice at all.

"Do you have the height of the house aligned to put the aerial corridor on the roof"

Seems pretty cleverly crafted.

"You're an architect. You're enjoying your home."

"Remember the names of the roofs in all their forms, you get a higher perspective on what you normally do. I recommend it when you're depressed."

"Heh, what about that roof, by the way?

It was one of the private houses standing atop the air corridor that Richay pointed to. The roof consists of one slope from west to east.

"One flow is the shape of a roof. It's easy to keep the cost down and make lofts."

I looked around to see if Richay had any other one-stream roofs, and nodded as I was convinced.

"Sure, I'll look for you when I know your name. I'll teach the kids at the facility."

Walk down the air corridor telling Richay the name of the roof. I'll have administrative accounting done at dawn when I qualify as an architect, so I don't think it's a loss to remember a lot from within right now.

The stall led by Richay was further up one of the air corridors.

It's a stall with long chairs arranged so you can see the north side of Yoinsley.

My dad in the stall pulls the corn, the staple food in this world that resembles corn, and puts water in the powdered object, adding some vegetables and fried eggs and pouring it over the heated iron plate.

Shape and cleverly flip with a hella.

"Yes, Town"

I buy that okonomiyaki, which is pretty big for eating alone, with one iron coin.

In the case of skyscrapers, which are expensive but unable to secure agricultural land that covers a huge population, this would be the case because food is imported from nearby villages and towns.

I'm more of a problem with the feeling of the village of Lemuk that I was almost self-sufficient with Jicha.

I was going to get used to it a little while I was apprenticing to Mr. Flengs, but he still has to get the sense of money right.

And what's wrong with this okonomiyaki?

I received it as it was given to me, but I can never eat it alone.

"Will you eat half of it?

"I thought a boy would eat alone."

Richay puts a small neck on it.

It's not like it's a special snack.

I just think he must have baked it big for a couple to see that dad's face in the street.

"I don't mean for the food to be thin. I couldn't eat this much because I couldn't move in the library."

"Yes. Then I'll take it. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

The two of us sit on a bench and watch the Yoinsley family for an okonomiyaki.

The spicy dough, similar to the pepper, is quite tasty with the flavor and sweetness of vegetables and fried eggs.

"What do you say?"

Richay tries to ask me, and I laugh.

"You eat happily ever after."

"Eating delicious food looses your cheeks, doesn't it?

"Right..."

He puts his neck in the condition of his voice, which seems to include something, but Richay started eating the okonomiyaki, which he cut into about a third without continuing to speak.

"Yeah. Delicious."

The look on Richay's face to say so was certainly something he could tell he was eating delicious food, but it also looked like there was some shadow.

Did you notice my gaze, Richay looked back at his father in the stall to make sure he wasn't paying attention here, shifting his seating position and approaching me.

Richay's beautiful side comes and thrills at the distance of whether or not his shoulders touch each other.

"I didn't want to say anything to upset you, but Amane seems like a good guy, so I'll be honest with you."

Have you come near me to tell me a secret story?

I change my mind that it doesn't even seem like a very bright story, and it would be rude to be walking away.

Richay laughed bitterly at me for fixing his place of residence.

"Honesty or discipline? I like that."

I don't want you to say you like it up close or anything. It breaks my mind to fix it.

Richay shifts his gaze to the scenery and opens his mouth.

The kid from the facility came back last night.

He said he was talking in the library.

"Well, that's what you say. It's happened before, so I don't really care about the elderly like me, but the kid who's back is a bit..."

It would hurt.

Instead, I wonder why my adoptive parents even put me back in the institution when I could imagine it would hurt.

"I know it's strange to defend you, but my adoptive parents didn't say it better. The one I mentioned was the one who came back out. But I guess that's what you're saying about not keeping your adoptive parents strong either..."

Oh, you should have made it another child, or did you hear your adoptive parents say similar words in the house?

"I'm a human being, and I think even if we cut each other's grievances off, we can put them in our mouths."

"I don't think it's a word you should put out in your mouth even if you're breaking up with each other. If you're dissatisfied, you should mention dissatisfaction itself, and it's a mistake to say this about the edge."

Richay looked at me sideways and smiled.

"Adults."

"Even children can tell. I just can't put it in words. So I guess the kid's back, too, and if he can put it into words, he'll be able to break it off."

"It's not a good idea for me to teach you in words, after all."

"If that means encouraging independence, maybe so. But there's nothing to rush you into growing up, and I guess I just need someone to stay with you?

Suggesting, Richay quickly ran out of okonomiyaki after a little thought and got up.

"I'm leaving."

"Oh, be careful."

Richay stepped up the stairs and immediately looked back at me.

"Hey, Amane"

Called in, I stop eating okonomiyaki.

"What?"

"I met him ten years ago, and I wanted you to take him back."

"Ten years ago, I was a kid too."

"... you did"

Richay smiles bitterly, leaving a word and walks out again.

"But I think you were an adult ten years ago."

- That's terrible.