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

"Mr. Armanay, tea is good."

Melmie appeared in the office, sounding energetically a distracting dialogue. Richay quickly hides a wooden dish with cookies on it.

"Melmie, is it you again?

"I hear you screwed up about one thing in Haratra town. Amane, it's unusual for you to fail."

"You, pick a few words."

Melmie also sits in a knitting chair that is becoming in a constant position, like wind blowing anywhere to Richay's point. I am still exposed to my hands and feet healthily. Looks like a chunk of boyish.

Alien Boise Melmie looks at me.

"I thought you were depressed, but you don't seem to be either. You look rather happy."

"I made a good mistake."

I put my elbow on my desk and say it back to Melmie. Shut your mouth and give up scolding Richay too because I don't care what Melmie says.

"Right or right. Mr. Melmie gets fucked by his adoptive father every time he fails, so I don't think he's ever had a good experience with failure."

That's what Melmie says and looks sinister.

As a craftsman, I work in a wooden cage shop where my adoptive father is the manager, but I said that my arm was neither acceptable nor necessary. I haven't had a job where people say it's not original or has no features, but I can see it being used conveniently because it has the dexterity to do anything according to the blueprints.

"Oh, yeah. Amane, a request came while you were in Haratra. I don't know why you're away. Melmie sent me around."

"I think it's because you're immersed in this office."

Richay points it out. Outside, they see Melmie entering and leaving my office frequently, so they think she's being cordial with the wooden cage shop. Rumors are also backing up that we actually often work together.

Melmie clutches her trouser pockets and stands up wondering if she tilts her neck.

And besides, he grabbed and pulled around the torso of his pants and peered inside.

My pockets are torn.

"Melmie, what are you doing!

Richay rushes to hold Melmie's hand.

"There's a boy, so stop imitating him."

"Even if I say boy, Amane, it's you. It's okay, it's okay."

"What's going to be okay?"

"It's okay to be attacked. Stupid."

That's what Melmie says, thumbs up and laughs at me.

"Let's go now. Wash your body and wait."

When I got my thumbs up too and gave him a gentleman's grin, Richay sat on the couch with his head in his arms.

"Stop having conversations with Nori alone. I won't be able to keep up..."

Confirm Mr. Richay's departure from the front.

"I mean, why were you exploring pockets? Did you even get a requisition?

Turning back, Melmie forgot, and took the envelope out of her jacket pocket. You had nothing to do with the pockets in your pants.

The sender of the envelope I was given was an orphanage here in Jonesley. It is the home of Richay.

Make sure the address is mine and open the seal.

"Rebuilding an orphanage."

The operation will be critical, but there's no way the kids can live safely in an aging building.

It also said that the cost was small. Honestly, you wouldn't want financial gain.

"Do you also read Richay?

"I'll read it."

Give Richay a letter and I'll put out a map of Joynesley.

I've been to the orphanage once to say hi, but I don't even remember what's around.

I checked on the map and apparently it's built inside a regular residential area.

Richay looked like he was in trouble and folded the letter.

"Amane, will you take this request?

"I'm going to. It's cute in the management of the office because I couldn't make a profit on the Hallatra town thing, but that's the same with the orphanage. When you're like this, you can have it."

Besides, if I didn't get a job, I could use the emergency means of going hunting the demon worm. Even now, the name is known to the extent that the Guild of Demon Bug Hunters occasionally calls for it.

The orphanage basically operates with residents' donations. The operation seems to be manageable because of the deep-rooted awareness of caring for children due to the influence of mythology in this world.

I took a seat after checking the location and reconfirming the terms and conditions of the building in Joynesley.

"Shall I talk to Dean Orphan? Richay and Melmie come too."

Not only would Richay, the clerical accountant, ask the wooden cage shop when he rebuilt it, so I spoke to Melmie, and I headed to the orphanage.

The orphanage was as lively with children's voices as it had been before when I came to greet them.

The population of Yoinsley is 63,000, and the children of the orphanage are about thirty. There's a threat like a demon worm. Less so in this world.

The kids find Richay and run over. There are many girls.

"Welcome home, sister Lee!

"Marriage reports?

When one asks a hell of a question, the kids make a cawdy noise.

"No, I'm not."

When Richay grinned and denied it, it was boring, and his voice returned.

You heard the noise, and the orphan dean came out the front door. He's a bishop who works for a co-located church.

"Welcome. Stand up and talk. Why, go inside"

Director Orphan guides me inside the orphanage. The ceiling was built a little lower. The floor is plain slab.

As it was in the letter, I can see that everything is damaged.

"There are kids running around, and the floors are fragile."

I take care of it, but the orphan director laughs like he's in trouble.

We were put through to the dean's office. We sat down on the couch where we were advised, and we listened.

"Do you have a request?

"Please don't make the hallway too long because the kids will be running around anyway"

I guess it's because they compete when the hallway is long. However, the large number of short corridors increases the number of contact accidents where encounters occur. There are ways to curve the bend, not the right angle, but in the case of the kids here, they'll try to curve without slowing down, so there 'll be more collisions instead.

"Then, with regard to the children's rooms, please divide them into men and women, a total of four rooms of ten years of age and older, and then a room for infants next to the Dean's Office. The number of people in each room. You might want to take a look at this. Because the bed is going to use its present stuff."

"Is that a bunk bed?

"Three steps."

Seriously. Sounds like we're going to have a fight over who gets slammed at night.

I've never seen a bunk bed, so let me measure the height of the ceiling in the room.

Finish listening to your order and ask them to show you around the orphanage. It seems that it was not originally built as an orphanage, but something that forced the two adjacent private houses to connect. So did the ceiling go up from the middle of the way?

"Sister Lee, you've had a year and you haven't made any progress?

"You don't kiss or anything?

"My wife."

Girls are gathering around Richay while he's being guided through the orphanage. She's seven years old or just one of them.

"Melmie, shoulder car!

"Okay, let's do it!

Melmie had already blended in. Because my mental age is about the same. So, I'm not uncomfortable.

And I am.

"Hey, is your brother hairy down there?

"Which one did you fuck, confess?"

Adolescent kid is admirably entwined.

It's so full of shit down there that it reminds me of Jicha. How are you doing? In the meantime, the letter said that one of the craftsmen who came to the construction had a good ass craftsman, and he'd probably be fine.

"Here, you guys. Richay and the others are here for work, so play somewhere else."

"Fine, let's play"

Play by the kids. Cole spirits wood in the hallway.

Well, I'm not really working on it, and I was expecting it to be somewhat tangled up.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Hey, Richay?

Turning around, Richay was turning bright red to his ears. He's embarrassed to take the girls' questioning offense. One of the reasons I'm in front of you whispering about a relationship would be.

"If you can change the subject..."

"... give up"

I don't like it when you jump on me for being bad, and you can clean it up there. I'm the best for a porn kid.

The next day, the demolition of an aging orphanage began by the craftsmen of a wooden cage shop.

It appears that the walls of the two private houses were originally removed and connected, and can be read from the damage to the building materials used in the demolished buildings where the rattles were coming all over the place.

The hallways where the kids run around are terrible, but the roof is also considerable. It seems that the drainage of rainwater did not function well due to the forced joining of the two roofs of the private house in half, and the soil accumulated and the corrosion of the roof plate was proceeding. It would have been close to a rain leak.

"You don't have to look where it's gonna be demolished, do you?

I speak to Richay standing next to me.

This orphanage is where Richay spent his time. It will be hard to see them demolished.

I hear this orphanage is going to be demolished, and a former native comes and watches it far-flung. Again, I guess I miss you.

"It's okay. And if you haven't seen it demolished, it's something you're going to regret."

"Oh well. Don't push it."

"Thanks"

During construction, the orphanage children apparently spend time in an inn prepared by the Founding Clan of Joynesley.

We're in the middle of demolition right now, so we're moving away, but I guess by the time we start building a new orphanage, the kids will be on their faces.

"- Hey, Melmie, do something about this kid!

I hear a screaming voice and I turn to the source of my voice.

One of the craftsmen at the wooden cage's shop was fluttering in front of a girl crying.

I wondered if the orphanage kid had come to break the word and see how the demolition went, but Richay shook his neck to the side.

I'm not an orphanage kid.

"Then why are you crying?

Melmie, called by the craftsman, rushes over to the crying girl and exchanges some words.

Apparently, it's also in Melmie's hands, and the girl doesn't look like she's going to stop crying.

"I'm gonna go for a second"

"Can I go, please?

"No, Richay will keep an eye out for any other kids coming. When the orphanage boy comes, he won't listen to me."

Leaving Richay on the lookout, he walks over to the girl Melmie is trying to make her stop crying and crouches a little distance.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt anywhere?

Even when asked, the girl keeps crying without answering. I was just in a hurry. And yet I'm just confused and prolonged, so I'm just gonna stay by until the girl calms down.

I'll tell Melmie to go back to work with a hand gesture.

Melmie leaned in my ear.

"Can I take care of it?

"Oh, it'll take a while, so keep demolishing it. Make it an early lunch before you move to the floor set and rest until I get back to the scene."

"Okay. Please tell me about this girl."

Melmie, who was somehow well taken care of, went back to work looking back at the girl worryingly.

The girl kept crying for a while, but the feeling of sneezing up gradually also grew longer and began to calm down.

I will speak up again.

"What's going on? Tell your brother."

I think it's time to respond in my own words and ask.

The girl looked up and pointed to the demolished orphanage.

"Everybody's gone"

"Your friend who lived here lives near here. My house is getting old and dangerous, so I'm just making it new. I'll call everyone, shall we wait here?

Let the girl answer with simple questions that can be answered with yes or no.

The girl nodded quickly.

"Yeah."

"All right, then, I'll wait for your brother with you. It's dangerous here. Come here."

Give me your hand, and the girl will shake my hand in a nasty manner.

I head to Richay's as I pull the girl's hand.

"Richay, looks like this kid came to the orphanage to visit his friends. Get in touch with the inn and call me."

"Oh, that's what I said. Okay."

Convinced, Richay heads to the inn and looks at me and the girl.

"You're a much younger father. You look great."

"Shut up, Mother"

Say it back in buying words to the selling words. After a brief moment, Richay laughed and walked out to the inn.

Mermie and the manager of the wooden cage shop are coming so they can be replaced with Richay.

"The demolition is over. Everybody just went into a break."

As Melmie reported, I could see the artisans who had completed the demolition work spreading their lunches and going somewhere to eat.

I close my eyes to the girl who looks at the manager like the manager caught sight of me and my feet.

"You stopped crying."

"A friend of this girl will be picking you up soon."

The inn is close to there from here, and the kids will be back at the inn for lunch, so they'll be caught right away.

If Richay doesn't get caught by the kids and the mummy removal doesn't turn into a mummy, though.

Melmie crouches in front of the girl and gazes at her.

"Amane, you belong to Mr. Melmie, so go find another good man."

"Who said when it became Melmie's?

"I said it wrong. Mr. Mermie is yours, Amane, so go find another good man."

"It's not the subject that's wrong."

As I was scratching on Melmie, a girl put her strength into my arms hugging me to my feet.

"I will!

"Oh my God!"

Melmie looked exaggerated and surprised, putting on a fighting pose.

"Amane, if you want me, you can take Mr. Melmie down!

"What are you doing to your child?"

"Can't you see how proud Mr. Melmie is of admitting to being a girl in public and trying to compete for parity?

"I'm falling to talk to you at a time when you're saying it's a girl, not a woman in public."

"Wrong word"

Again?

Talking, Richay brought the orphanage kids back from the inn.

The girl reacts quickly and runs under the children.

Richay looked back at the children, who had come all the way to me, unlike the girl.

"Looks like we've been playing here a lot lately. He didn't tell me about rebuilding the orphanage. Dean left me a message saying I'm sorry for bothering Amane."

"Do you have any other orphanage friends you're telling me about?

He said, "Don't worry too much, Dean."

That's what Richay says, dropping off the kids heading back to the inn for lunch. The girl who was crying was waving at me.

Drop the kids off and I'll see Richay and Melmie. The manager was out for lunch with the craftsmen.

"Should we go eat somewhere?

Or did Melmie not go with the manager?

Melmie opens her mouth to wonder if it came to her face.

"They told me to eat with Amane. My foster mother stopped letting me have lunch when I was working with Amane."

"Does that mean you don't think I'm here?

"I think it means eating with friends, so I think Richay included it in his thoughts."

In the meantime, I'll wrap up the conversation and head to a pasta shop in the vicinity.

Though the corn eaten as a staple in this world is sweet at the time of installation, it is deliberately set aside for a day and also used as a spice because when set aside for a day, it produces spices similar to those of a mountain pepper.

The famous pasta shop nearby puts this tomato aside for about half a day before powdering it, refining it and using it in the form of noodles. This restaurant has a reputation for exquisite sweetness and refreshing spiciness.

It was only at lunch and it was crowded, but the seats for the three of us could be secured immediately. Passed to the table, we surround the desk and open the menu.

"You don't like amane."

Melmie waves the topic as she looks at the menu.

I haven't particularly liked or disliked it for a long time. The same is true in previous life, where the approximate ones have been eaten without resistance.

"Is there something Melmie doesn't like?

"I don't know if there's anything in particular. I'm not in a position to like or dislike it."

"If you're adopted, you'll be careful around there."

Richay gets on the subject.

Melmie is a former orphan taken over by the manager of a wooden cage shop, Richay, from an orphanage.

But Richay lived with her real parents until she was seven, so she has a childhood she doesn't need to worry about.

"I used to hate matra leaves."

Matra is a root vegetable that resembles potatoes. The leaves are also edible, and the texture and flavour are similar to that of a nylla. Because of the bitterness, I had heard that some children did not like it.

Melmie nods in tune.

"Some kids don't like it, do they? It's an orphanage meal, but it doesn't come out much."

"Really? I remember hearing you're actively growing roots and leaves because they eat and yield a lot per area."

The orphanage owns a field built for the purpose of allowing the children to learn to farm and become independent. The vegetables made there should be served for an orphanage meal.

Although the donation covers most of the operating expenses, as an orphanage, growing a high-yielding matra would save money on food.

It was Richay who answered my question.

"Because little kids don't want to eat it, they don't eat it because they're undernourished and it's better than taking a doctor. Most of the time the harvested matra leaves are used to barter for crops picked in neighboring villages at the market, although they start to appear in some grown kids' meals."

"Oh, so you don't know Melmie because she left the orphanage when she was little?"

"Right. I ate well. They told me to eat it out somehow because I have extra, and all the elderly people."

Is it a bitter memory, Richay slightly clouded his expression.

Well, if you're at lunch, I'll gaze at the menu.

But before I made up my mind, Melmie came out with one hand on the menu.

"Hey, hey, why don't we eat this together?

What Melmie pointed to was a dish that chopped matra leaves and refined them into noodles, and fried them with mippas similar to sheepmeat and horseradish called coyotes. They have thick fillings.

Only dishes that seem to accumulate in my stomach, and Mermie alone won't be able to eat them all up.

I am sure when I look at that dish Catulla Matra, which was just brought to a nearby table. I can't do this alone.

"Amane, could you help me, too?

Richay, who for some reason seems to have burned his adversarial mind, calls out pointing to one of the menus.

That dish, which says Mizen Yootei, seems to be a dish where raw noodles are wrapped and roasted in world tree leaves with thick cheeses made from ingredients and coyote milk. I've never eaten.

However, the volume of that dish that the guests at the edge of their sight are eating is obviously not a serving thing. The customer I was eating was a big man I had seen in the Devil Bug Hunter Guild.

"Oh, yeah. Please don't ask me to help you. I didn't set the menu anyway, and it's just fine. Oh, sister, can I order?

The waitress I spoke to pulled into the kitchen as soon as she took the order. The lunchtime restaurant is a battlefield.

Two large plates that have been carried over a while. One is Katula Matra, whom Melmie asked for, and the other is Mizen Yootei, whom Richay asked for.

Mr. Waitress distracts him and puts two large plates in the center of the table, not in front of Richays.

"Take your time"

Mr. Waitress is leaving. He also left three small plates for me and the cutlery kind, among other things.

Melmie and Richay take the knife and fork at the same time and cut the dish apart.

I guess being an artisan has nothing to do with it, but Melmie's judgment is overwhelmingly faster.

"Yes, Amane, uh"

Laughing mischievously, Melmie stabs and offers Katula Matra, cut up with a fork.

You can see the green of the matra leaves in the fried noodles. It looks close to scratch-fried because it mixes in hiccups and chopped vegetables for you.

"Look, if you don't hurry, the filling will fall off."

"Melmie, put it on the plate"

Melmie smashed her tongue when I offered her, among other things, a small plate.

"I'm sorry about Nori"

Shortly after Melmie put Katula Matra on my small plate, Richay stabbed the dish with a fork and offered it to me.

Mizen Yootei, whom Richay asked for, came together with raw noodles and cheese with melted ingredients, and was stuck with the leaves of a world tree. Apparently, they wrap it in a few world tree leaves before baking, removing the burnt leaves on the outside.

A unique fragrance resembling a laurel leaf drifts from Mizen Yootei.

"Amane, go ahead while it's hot"

"On a plate..."

"I have a dish with Melmie, so it mixes flavors."

Richay grinning offers Mizen Yotai to eat fast.

You're a warrior.

I have no choice but to eat Mizen Yotai from the fork that Richay has offered me. The aroma of laurel trees eliminates the smell of cheese, and the intense cheese flavour combined with the refreshing spiciness of the tomato that sets aside time is quite delicious.

There is only a reputation store.

"It's just so sloppy about Richay. Are you saying you can't take Mr. Melmie's ahem!?

"My ops win."

"If I hadn't put it on the plate, I'd still have had the chance."

Ignore the seriously regrettable Melmie, I stab a fork in Katula Matra on a small plate.

It has a similar appearance to scratch-fried, and the sweetness of the oil and the hiccups of the coyotes actually claim to be greasy.

However, there is nothing like gitting thanks to the fact that the hanging filling brings together the oil that is likely to remain in your mouth and leads you to the back of your throat. The bitterness of the matra leaves contrived into the noodles was also a good accent. I also like the crisp texture, but the moisture stained with filling is pretty good.

"This is delicious, too. You want to try Richay, too?

When he offered her a small plate, Richay looked sideways at Melmie. I guess you asked silently if I could eat.

But when Melmie laughed, she cut Katula Matra off her plate and gave it to the fork, taking it to Richay's mouth.

"Yes, uh"

"... cum"

Rejected Richay frightens me.

Melmie's grin deepened.

"Look, fill in the gap in Mr. Melmie's heart that Amane couldn't have. Come on, come on!

It is norinoli.

Richay's recovery was quick.

Includes Katula Matra in her mouth for every fork Melmie has offered.

"Ah, yummy"

"Right. I want to try Richay's"

"I haven't eaten yet, either."

Richay, who smiled bitterly, offers Melmie a fork of Mizen Yootei in return and all.

Melmie ate the offered Mizen Yotai and laughed at me.

"Indirect kiss."

"... ah"

Richay, embedded in the measure, looks remorseful when he realizes it.

Melmie looked doomed toward Richay.

We're good friends.

Twenty days later, I was in the final stages of rebuilding the orphanage with the craftsmen of the wooden cage shop.

Work goes on at the same rate, but I've gotten used to their speed over the past year, too. We have textured the necessary confirmation and will proceed so that their work is not delayed.

The original building was quite distorted and wasted a lot of space because it was an object that forced the two private houses together. Subdivision of unnecessary hallways and storage spaces, there is no need for two stairs in this area.

However, in an orphanage with both boys and girls, it would be more convenient to have two bathrooms. I don't mind one kitchen though.

Thus, an orphanage was built with a design that integrated the rooms and saved them waste.

"I wonder if the balance between the building and the garden is just right"

I look around and adjust my position so that I can put the orphanage and the newly built garden in sight.

A two-story building, with hallways arranged close to B. Facing the street are two curved parts, the longest straight line facing the garden opposite. It's narrow enough to play ball, but it's a huge yard you can go after. Go to the garden if you want to run.

Because there are no parks around here, children tend to have extra strength, which is what the orphan director said. Then I made a garden because I had to make it.

"It's hard to understand the scale of a child."

I'm sure because I'm the one who says I'm the Xuan who went through childhood twice for reincarnating.

But the size of this garden would be enough to run around.

I had difficulty designing the building to take up space in this garden, but the orphan director told me that the ceiling in the hallway could be low, so I was allowed to set up a loft over the ceiling in the hallway. Available from each room facing the hallway. Unlike the hallway, the children's bedroom had to be the size of a three-stage bed, so the ceiling was taller than the hallway and it was not difficult to connect to the loft.

The floor coverings were cheap cushioned coated with a small amount of liquefied yarn from the bird eater spider to avoid injury from falling.

The appearance seen from the street is in the form of two curves, with a soft impression. The tone is slightly calm, dark brown system with lines between the curves. Others are uniform.

Later, you can leave the tree pots behind, which also gives you a refreshing feeling.

"I had some anticipation from the blueprints, but you actually know how soft it is."

The orphan dean stood next to me and looked up at the building.

I was just about to go get him, but he came from the other side. Probably called by one of the kids who wandered between me and Richay and Melmie during the construction.

"I don't feel comfortable giving you too many thanks."

"No, I'm very satisfied because I enjoyed my job."

"I'd appreciate it if you'd say that. By the way, Amane, who's the girl that's stuck to your leg since earlier? He doesn't seem to be my kid."

Dean Orphan's gaze turns to the girl holding me to my right foot.

"He says he's a friend of the institutionalized kid. When I came to visit, I was in the middle of a demolition of the orphanage, and I was missed if I could forgive everyone for crying so badly that they had gone somewhere."

"Oh, this kid. There were rumors with Richay's lovers."

"You're assuming I won't be married for twenty years..."

"Twenty years won't be long."

"Come on."

A girl looks up at me and says: Sorry, I can't confirm that.

I think you're going to be beautiful, so get more men.

With the orphan director, he introduces himself around the orphanage and enters the new director's office with the manager of the workshop in the wooden cage and me and three of the orphan directors.

Richay and Melmie will be dealing with the kids. It's personal at last. Melmie will come back to life flat, though.

"Interval looks good too. There will be no discontent from the children."

"Thank you"

When Mother Orphan sat down in her chair, she moved on to the gratuity story.

"As a thank you, are you sure you're okay with 500 iron coins?

"No problem. They're supposed to distribute it to the wooden cage shop for 450 or 50 to me."

Since I didn't travel this time, I didn't spend money on accommodation or anything like that. Thin profit, but black at first. It melts in less than a month.

If you don't get a job in the near future, you're a demon bug hunter. We'll take care of the bow when we get home.

The bishop opened his mouth as he contemplated his plans to return home.

"Have you heard about the downtown redevelopment project in Saratin city?

"Is it a Salatin city?

This is the city where Mr. Friengs, the master of the Jianqiao family, lives. It is also close to the skyscraper Yoinsley.

But I don't remember hearing about the redevelopment. Is it a story that has been lifted in the past year?

Twisting his neck, the bishop continues.

"It's a church-led plan in Saratin City. The goal seems to be to stop the neglect of the village of Kramt in the branches near the city of Salatin"

The village of Kramt?

Towns and cities that have become of some size, not just Salatin cities, affect surrounding villages.

Sometimes the surrounding villages are revitalized by imports of agricultural products, but vice versa, young people go out to work in urban areas. Sometimes villages disappear as they are or are absorbed into urban areas.

I guess the village of Kramt got caught up in those streams, too.

"What's wrong with that redevelopment plan for the village of Kramt?

"Hi. I hear the plan hasn't gone as far as you think. The church in Salatin City has told me if there are any architects or bridgebuilders who can persuade the inhabitants of the village. Amane, why don't you go?

"I don't want to, but who's in charge of the redevelopment project?

"They say he's a bridge-builder named Friends. I hear he has good arms but is bigoted. So the Church is afraid that persuasion may be lagging behind."

Master. I'm a little convinced, but my wife, Mr. Cyry, should take it with the residents. I mean, I guess it's a situation that even Mr. Cyry can't handle.

I don't even feel like I can go and do something about it.

"I'll just go. Because Friends is my master."

"Oh, did you? With that bigoted, stubborn and famous Mr. Friengs as his master, Amane, I wonder if your ease of speaking is the gift of a teacher on the other hand?

They're gonna say terrible things. I can't deny it though.