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

Get out of bed and get dressed, shake your fully healed right arm gently to see how you are, then open the door to the room and go out into the hallway.

- So, what are you doing, Teten?

"... in the room, whichever"

Put your hands next to your face and put your fingers on Teten's forehead whenever you want to say "but oh" or something.

"I have a wedding today, so I can't keep it teetered. We have to go to church now."

"Which is why which..."

"Ho ho, you want to interfere"

Push your thumb against the forehead of the grunt and teten.

"Look, get out of the way. I'm getting married."

"Let, don't..."

Take the stand so that Teten, who lagged behind to escape from my thumb, blocks the hallway.

"… resolute, blocked"

"Has the time finally come to settle? I'm gonna take you down and have a wedding with Richay and Melmie."

I'll take care of it again. Though sick, don't lick the Devil Bug Hunter.

"- Both of you, don't play. Get ready."

Lishay, who came out of the room, noticed me and Teten staring in the hallway, and he said as he bit the stretch to death.

"Yes, Richay, your sister.... you picked up your life."

"Oh, right. Fighting with Teten was about to unleash a terrible battle."

At the end of the day, all I can think about is how I look at you holding out of strength tetens.

While pinching such a small play, I went downstairs and drank a cup of Richay's brewed herbal tea before leaving the office.

Heading there is the church, which is today's stage.

Side by side as the children of the early awake orphanage sweep the church, heading under Mr. Aleut, the bishop.

Find Mr. Aleut, who was in the side hallway, and speak up.

"Good Morning"

"This is, uh, good morning, mayor. You're early."

Actually, I haven't slept much since yesterday.

"Again, are you nervous? It's okay, we're here to help, so worst of all, you can forget the steps of the ceremony and proceed without a problem."

That's comforting.

The reason for the lack of sleep is because Teten was asking me about lily novels all night.

Right now, I guess that was part of the jamming effort, but I didn't even question it because it was the usual way of spending the night.

Walk out the side corridor with Mr. Aleut and out through the church doorway.

"The mayor wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep last night."

"What do you mean?

"Because the lights were on the houses on the first branch. So is the second branch, though. Ladies and gentlemen, I seem to congratulate the mayors on their marriage."

"Something, you can light it up"

"Light up a lot. You're one of the stars of the day, so you're entitled to it."

Then let me light it up.

"The costume person is ready, should I check potted plants etc."

I checked the tools used for the wedding and I headed to the groom's holding room.

The groom's holding room was awaited by Ratze, a summariser of Salatin urban origin.

"Good morning, mayor"

"Good morning. I'll take care of you."

Take the costume while returning my greetings to Ratze.

Long sleeves and wide cuffs.

The decoration around the hem is an oval medal carved with crack, a fictional tree. It's made of iron. It's of sufficient financial value for one, but the costume comes with seven in all.

In addition, the front stop button of the costume is engraved with three fictional bird cues, each with wings spread in a different direction. This button is also made of iron.

The costume itself is woven with the yarn of a bird eater spider and coloured with intricate geometric patterns.

It's an ethnic costume that can't be found anywhere in previous life knowledge. Very relaxed and comfortable, but unimaginably heavy from the elegance of its appearance.

"If I wear it now, I think I'll be out of strength by the time the ceremony starts, right?

I agree with Ratze's predictions, so let's load them up even now, depending on the ceremony, without costumes.

"Hey, are costumes for women that heavy, too?

"I've never worn it before, so I don't know."

"If you ever wore it, you'd be surprised."

As she slapped lightly, Ratze laughed small.

"Wedding costumes are heavier for men and lighter for women. So connect the bride like a great tree to stop the leaves stirred by the wind."

"Is that what the weight of the costume means"

"It's a theory. I think Mr. Richay would know more about it, so ask him at night."

"Let's not ask why we limited ourselves to the night"

It's going to be a snake.

There is a sound of the conn and the door being knocked, and the ratze rises.

Razze looks at me with two or three words exchanged across the door.

"It seems that all the relatives are better off."

"Oh, well, then we're done."

Lift up your costume and start dressing. The procedure is a little complicated, but it's the kind of thing one can wear.

Dressed in costumes and ready to carry on some things, I have to go.

But I'm anxious to lighten my readiness that the rest of my life is going to be very different.

Lazze guides me out of the room.

I'm not sure if the costume is heavy or heavy enough to be prepared for what I'm about to carry, but I don't listen to my body.

I can say I'm simply nervous.

Once inside the church, there was a look of Richay and Melmie waiting behind the corridor.

Richay is wearing a white dress. The hem is long enough to reach the barrel. Ethnic costumatic geometry is depicted in diverse whites of varying brightness, rather than in white monochrome dresses as seen at weddings in previous life.

The top of the dress is woven with a jacket. The jacket has wide cuffs up to the knee length and cannot be fastened forward due to the absence of buttons. Beautiful thing to do if you let the wind out and spread it on your back.

The beauty of such a dress also only serves to attract the beautiful smile that Lishay floated the moment she found me.

Melmie, standing next to him, is wearing an empty dress.

It's mainly a dress embroidered with fictional plants. Embroidered plants are mostly objects of some significance in this world, but there was only one thing that looked familiar.

It was heavily embroidered on Mermie's feather-woven, empty jacket, one of the Japanese plants I drew on paper when I built this Takakus church, a vine flower.

Melmie laughs like a prank when she notices my gaze.

They embroidered me in confidence. When they told me to show the drawings, I thought they would be the subject of sculpture.

It's good because it suits you.

"Thank you for waiting."

Speak to the two of you, stand between them.

"Well, shall we begin the ceremony?"

Only me and Richay, Melmie, and Mr. Aleut as priests are here.

Relatives should be in front of the church.

Mr. Aleut sends a signal against Ratze, who brought me here, or against Kekie, who would have brought Richay and Melmie.

Then the door of the church was opened, and the relatives came into the church.

Teten, who is in the lead as a matter of course, is tense, and behind him is Hachicha and Mr. Friengs and Mr. Cyry, the manager and wife of a wooden cage shop, and Micam, who came on behalf of the bishop who can't get out of Yoinsley.

Only six relatives. But from behind it came Billows, the young general and Marcto, ancient ginseng members of the town of Tacax.

When Mr. Aleut raises one hand confirming the entry of the guests, the church door closes.

Without a word from anyone, Mr. Aleut turns his back on us, opens the door behind the corridor, and heads to the altar.

I supported Richay and Melmie on their backs with both hands and headed to the altar after Mr. Aleut.

An altar where cherry blossom lights fall and dance.

There were two potted plants in front of such a cherry blossom light wrapped around the tree as a flower.

"Now, get the seed."

Following Mr. Aleut's short instructions, I took out two seeds.

In a white pot with Richay, in an empty pot with Mermie, plant each seed.

At the beginning of the myth, it seemed to be the only ceremonial act at the wedding, imitated by the stories of men and women who would be called the two Biwings planting the seeds of the world tree.

Mr. Aleut leans Jouro and puts water in the pot.

Thus, the wedding ended safely.

Nevertheless, even after the ceremony itself, one of the major events associated with the marriage has not ended.

It is a feast.

A relative and a teten were present for some reason at the banquet, which is being held by renting out the Takakus Town Public Hall.

"Are you getting married at the same time? I knew this would happen eventually, but at the same time..."

The manager of the shop in the wooden cage scratching the gash and head.

As soon as the manager, who pointed sharply at me, raised his hand to slap me on the head with his stomach, his wife's right hand, sitting beside him, left a remnant and strained the side of the manager.

"Don't fuck with my righteous daughter's husband."

Clearly enough, then your wife looks at me.

"Say hello to Melmie. I just showed you what would happen if I made you cry. Make him happy."

I'm going to make you happier than you were. But I just have to snort silently.

Mr. Flengs is tapping the manager on the shoulder.

With two such husbands sidelined, Mr. Cyry spoke to his wife and blossomed the conversation.

Micam, who participates as a relative of Richay, is talking to Richay and Melmie because she is sometimes near her age.

On my side, Mr. and Mrs. Flengs, the manager of Mermie's adoptive parents, a shop in a wooden cage.

Therefore, the remaining jicha and teten are talking right there.

Teten gradually came backwards to me, and at some point he was in the condition of putting his back on perfectly. They're wary of Jicha.

"It's an unprecedented deal."

They don't have any caged girls in Jicha's dating range. I wouldn't come across it first if I lived normally, such as a girl standing in a robust main circle called her own room, amidst the walls of an iron wall called home.

Teten, who can't even take advantage of that life experience, seems to have difficulty filling the distance with his opponents.

But when I saw Teten keeping his back on my back, not on the wall, he stroked his jaw with his imaginary face.

"Let me tell you about Amane's old failures."

Pickle and Teten reacted with vibrations transmitted across their backs.

"Right. Shall we also talk about the health of Amane, who has fallen many times at the entrance of the village and each time returns to fetch water?"

"... excitedly"

You made me look like a good friend.

"Oh, yeah. I just wanted to let Amane know."

The manager says as he rubs his red-colored cheeks with his wife's bills.

"They say Aquas has begun bridging to the cloud-no-layer. What's going on with Takakus?

Aquas bridging.

He seemed to be discussing what he would do when he went out in the winter, but in the end he decided to cross it?

Otherwise I'm a little worried, even if I can't help it because I can't deal with it when it comes to refugees.

I see Richay talking to Mermie and Micam.

"There's also the completion of the theater, and the population is growing. In the meantime, I decided to do a demographic survey with Richay to consider bridging the clouds to the no layers."

"We don't know the causal link between a theater being completed and a growing population."

The conversation between me and the manager broke in.

I look back at you. I mean, Teten is in the way.

"There's a stream of artists looking for the theater and an instrument maker who put it in there. Something's moving. Didn't you see someone playing at the corner of the entrance square or something?

"Speaking of which, whoa. I thought that was the lower end of the rumored Rosas seat, but did you say something else?"

When I snort, now the manager calls out.

"How's the workshop with the instrumentalists going? The first branch is filled with the dwellings of ancient ginseng dwellers, breeding huts and fields. The second branch is a residential neighborhood, and the third branch is a dating spot, and the fourth branch is close to the load limit, I guess?

"That's right. I don't even have a place to build an instrument maker's workshop. So I went into the clouds and I thought I'd build a workshop."

Because of the humidity relationship, it may not be suitable for the instrument workshop, so it will be discussed with the artisans.

"Can the manager also make instruments?

"Don't be impotent. Musical instruments are made by specialist craftsmen. You can't even pretend."

I knew you were a professional.

The manager's gonna slap me in the back.

"Call me when you bridge."

"Let me do that"

The cloud mesolayers are covered by clouds depending on the weather, making construction extraordinarily difficult.

If you don't have a group of talented and experienced craftsmen like a wooden cage shop, you can't be in danger.

"Non wants to see his grandson. Teten, say hello."

"… Rejected"

"You can't get along."

Words are backwards, Jicha laughs joyfully.

Do I feel solemn about the lower story because it's a celebratory seat?

While I was heartily stunned by the idiom of turning the scene around in Jicha's dictionary, I developed into a big banquet with the addition of ancient visitors and others.