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

"- I will now conclude my lecture on genetic theory. Thank you for listening."

In a round of applause, I greet the student with Richay, who was my assistant.

"Please relax as we will open this public and private hall in the future"

Tell the researchers I'll open a private ballroom and I'll get off the stage.

"Mr. Amane, may I have a word with you?"

Did you just get here?

Turning a smile, the researcher who had spoken opened his mouth as he observed me with no gaps in his eyes.

"Mr. Amane has heard that this is the first of these studies. How far do you know about the liquid transmission theory?

"We understand that there is a liquid that conveys genetic information, and it is the basic idea of the liquid transmission theory that the traits are inherited to the child by mixing them together."

The researchers nod yeah and then turn the distributed material.

"It's an experiment with this herb, but it's not something that can deny the theory of liquid transmission."

"And say?

In the dossier, the researchers opened a page of results examining whether or not the leaves would crack, pointing to the results section.

"As a result of this experimental procedure of leaves deliberately eliminating things with broken leaves, or things that didn't break, they are being painted uniquely for each generation. In this method, genetic fluids within the group can be seen as being rendered uniquely as a result of the deliberate removal of parental genetic traits. I mean, this experiment isn't one that can deny the theory of liquid transmission, is it?

"Exactly. That experiment alone cannot be a basis for denying the theory of liquid transmission. But if you look at the results of that next experiment, examining the superiority and inferiority of genetics, you can deny the liquid transmission legend that the liquids that transmit genetic traits mix together to produce a child who breaks the characteristics of both parents."

"... So what about these herbal flowers? It's called an intermediate hybrid here, but isn't this exactly the child who broke the characteristics of his parents?

"If you multiply that child with each other, the color should be the same grandchild, but the result is ancestral. This is going to negate the liquid transmission theory that the characteristics of the parents are transmitted as liquids and mixed together completely."

The researchers nodded at my answer.

"So what do you think about the relationship between flowers and leaves?

I knew they'd bust in.

In herbal experiments, Marcto and I were studying leaves and flower colors separately. Until this point, I followed the Mendel Law.

But when I crossed the two genuine flowers, it turned out a little cumbersome.

It was good until we found out that this herb would be inherited at the same time as the red and white, leafy characteristic of the flower color, the tip crack and the unbreakable, but then it turned out that if we continued the experiment, there would be frequent genetic changes.

Researchers stare at me.

"If the thing that determines genetics is solid, shouldn't there be any such hybrids out there?

"Shake hands with both hands?

"- What?"

When I offer both hands, the researcher holds my hand even with a question mark.

I immediately crossed my hands and shook them again to replace my left and right hands.

"This is how you can switch because it's solid. Perhaps there are genes that are easily chopped off and connected."

"Isn't that a sign that it's liquid?

"If it's liquid, why do those before the emergence of hybrids remain genuine in appearance?

Returning the words, the researchers roared quietly.

"Is it possible to have the herbal seeds used for this experiment divided? I want to do a chase."

"Yeah, I'm ready, so I'll just hand it out at the entrance to the public hall."

Another researcher came when we were talking.

"This experiment would be a little too simplistic. Observed narrowly in one or both genetic traits. Heritage is more complicated: the number of leaves, the number of petals, the grass length, the way roots are stretched, etc."

"- No, wait. The regularity is too clear to clean up by chance. Although some exceptions have been made, we should first verify whether the results materials are accurate or fair"

"Such a thing would be clear if we did a chase later. Wait for years for the results of that pursuit? I would have said a constructive opinion, but since the only material available for judgment in this setting is Amane's experimental results, we should talk about this result at the base."

After the lay came in, researchers gathered to start a hustle and bustle debate.

Regardless, I'll be in the shape of being pulled in with Richay, too.

"In the first place, genetic theory would be completely denied in Takowka's experiments"

"No, it might be resolved if you refer to the relationship between herbal leaves and flowers that Amane explained earlier by hand. There's more than one gene that determines the color of a flower, and changeover can happen frequently."

"Liquid genetics would be simpler to explain. One example of multiple colors found in Takowka is because the genetic fluids of both parents separate like water and oil."

You can't pack.

Is this what the fictional librarian had his head on?

Softly away from the circle of researchers who repeat their arguments.

"Sorry, we have to get ready for seeds for distribution, so we're on this"

I said no to the researchers, and I followed the scene with Richay.

On that leg we headed to the common warehouse in the public hall, where a group of young people led by Ratze waited.

"Mr. Amane, have you finished your speech?

"I don't know. As expected, they asked me to distribute the seeds, so I'll do as I'm told. Clean up the venue only after the researchers return to the room."

"Okay."

Leaving Lazze and the others behind, when I left the public hall, fatigue pushed me closer and closer.

It's over.

It was a tension since I presented my thesis at a college in my previous life. All the more so because I'm not a specialist.

"Thank you, too, Richay. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. Still, you're tired"

"Let's relax in the office today. Tomorrow there will be a bridge opening celebration, and you should rest your body while you can."

Stretch out your arms to relax your tense muscles as you walk into the office.

The bridge should now be making columns while Melmie and the manager give instructions to the other craftsmen.

I was able to finish it within today, but the opening slipped into tomorrow because I gave a lecture to the researcher and the work was interrupted earlier yesterday.

When we arrived at the office, Richay and I just got dressed and left our bodies on the couch in the office.

I feel like I used it even in parts of my brain that I don't normally move. My head is more tired than my body.

Richay took out the knitting stick and the yarn balls when she wanted to do something distracting.

Richay seems to be the same person who wanted a distraction.

"Is that, Muffler?

"That's right."

Raise the knitting muffler so that Richay can see me as I move the knitting stick cleverly.

"If you knit between jobs now, you'll be finished by winter, right?

"About three months. Sounds like we're gonna make it."

The muffler that Richay is knitting is made from snowworm hair.

"If we merge with the village of Kidato, Amane will be the mayor of the town, and we should have one of the finest mufflers, right?

In this world, clothing stirred by winds like mufflers and skirts can only be worn by people with social positions or in rituals.

In relation to living on a world tree, garments susceptible to strong winds can lead to falling accidents and, above all, are difficult to walk in.

For this reason, an ornament is attached as a hammer to avoid being stirred by the wind. This ornament is expensive, and mufflers and the like are generally not worn very well.

Having a prone chill guard like a muffler, cheap or not, would be about a demon bug hunter or coyote keeper who has to operate in a blizzard.

Besides, I think I heard words that I shouldn't have listened to right now.

"- That muffler Richay is knitting right now is mine?

"That's what you said, isn't it? Melmie's going to make the hammer."

Thank you for your cooperation.

What shall I give in return?

"After the merger with the village of Kidato, you will come and go to the village for a while to adjust, and wear this in the winter."

"Thank you for letting me use it."

"I don't feel bad, but when you look so happy, I can light you up."

He was on his face. Massage around the cheeks with your right hand to return to a firm face.

Yeah, don't go back.

"But right. When I'm mayor, I'll have to re-tailor my clothes and stuff."

"They say there's a town mayor's meeting, so I think we should buy some good clothes."

A town mayor's meeting is a meeting that peripheral town mayors around the city meet regularly to discuss, among other things, the establishment of a fund and dealings on a town scale, as well as consultations on the number of people to receive in the event of a refugee outbreak and the formation of a coalition crusade to deal with the emergence of powerful demonic worms.

Although I have heard the story, there is no provision for a town for how many people there are because it is an ambiguous criterion of a village and a town if the size increases, with only one of the three layers above the cloud, in the cloud and below the cloud. Although it is said to be around five hundred people, there are no clear criteria because facilities and so on have to be taken into account.

In fact, Cateo became known as a town after its population reached three thousand. Until then, there must have been something missing from the facility.

"Do you think Takakus will be a town?

"I will. Although the population may be small, it has developed remarkably, and it can be stretched by having four branches. Above all..."

Richay cut the words and put the near-knitted muffler on his lap.

"Nearby cities, including Katella City, should want to make Amane socially responsible soon."

"What, that scary story"

"It's not a joke, it's a true story"

I assure you, Richay turns his body to me. I'm going to correct my posture, too.

"The village of Tacax raises rum birds, an important meat production area on the north side of the world tree. Amane, the village chief, is qualified as a bridge builder, and his arms as a demon bug hunter are appreciated, so he doesn't have to worry about the village's defensive side. On the other hand, Amane would have the ability to build as much wealth as she could luxury alone, wouldn't she?

"I wonder if I can do it alone. I think with Richay and Melmie, we can live."

"That's enough. Anyway, it is desirable for the surrounding cities to have a permanent survival of the takakus, the meat producing area because of it. So one thing we need to do is make the village chief take social responsibility for tying Amane to Takakus."

"What, there's more?

Richay nodded. No heart or a more serious look than earlier.

"The emerging villages we're talking about are in danger of being torn apart and refugees are in danger."

"Ah......"

I see the story.

"You can't pull me out to the mayor's meeting if you're putting the scale in the village. Then it is difficult to consult Takakus even if they have the leeway to receive refugees because they do not have me in the room to discuss where to receive them. So he wants to get a pretext for accepting refugees by promoting them to the town."

"Yes, I don't think you're just going to push me unreasonably, but I think you should just get ready to accept"

Though it is unlikely that there will be a village that will break down so quickly, there is a risk of leaning all at once if snow shaking damage occurs in the winter.

We should actively pick up information outside the village in the future.